The ~ Yukon By William MacLeod Italne (Continued) Slowly the light of reason cam< back into his eyes. Sheba was standing before him. his rifle in hei hand. She had struck him with th< butt of it. "Don't touch him! Don't you dare touch him!" she challenged. He looked at her long, then lei his eyes fall to the battered fac of his enemy. Drunkenly he goi to his feet and leaned against a wil low. His forces were spent, his muscles weighted as with lead. Bui it was not this alone that made his breath come short and raggedly. Sheba> had flung herself down beside her lover. She had caugiii him tightly in her arms so that his disfigured face lay against her warm bosom. In the eyes lifted to those of the mine-owner was an uncon querable defiance. "He's mine—mine. you mur derer." she panted fiercely. "If you kill him. you must kill me first.'' The man she liad once promised to marry was looking at a different woman from the girl he had known. \The soft shy youth of her was She was a forest mother of the wilds ready to fight for her young, a wife ready to go to the stake for the husband of her choice. An emotion primitive and poignant had transformed her. His eyes burned at her the ques tion his parched lips and throat could scarcely titter. "So you love him?" But though it was in form a ques tion lie knew already the answer. For the first time in his life he be gan to taste the bitterness of de feat. Always he had won what he coveted by brutal force or his stark will. But it was beyond him to com pel the love of a girl who had given her heart to another. "Yes." she answered. Her hair in two thick braids was flung across her shoulders, her dark head thrown back proudly from the rounded throat. Macdonald smiled, but there was no mirth in his savage eyes. "Do you know what I want with him — why I have come to get him?" "No. "I've come to back to Kusiak to be hanged because he murdered Hilton, the bank cashier." The eyes of the woman blazed at him. "Are you mad?" "It's the truth." Slacdonald's DRINK HOT TEA I FOR A BAD COLD fek Get a small package of Hamburg Kreast Tea at any pharmacy. Take a tablespoonful of this hamburg tea, put a cup of boiling water upon it, pour through a sieve and drink a teacupful at any time. It is the i' ust effective way to break a cold and cure grip, as it opens the pores, relieving congestion. Also loosens the bowels, thus breaking a cold at once. It is inexpensive and entirely veg etable. therefore harmless. MOT I AX EXAMPLE This l-pixf Mahogany BnbQOH Suite lu> illu*- t rated) HOBRI ARY SALE PRICE, 997.50. Regular value SI 25.00. The Much Looked-For Event | Goldsmith's February j Starts Tomorrow Morning at 9 O'clock % gg . . . J Every piece of Furniture in our store has been RE |3 DUCED for this semi-annual event. K p[ We do not offer "cheaply made leaders" to lure you |§ here to buy regular stocks at REGULAR PRICES. GOLDSMITH FURNITURE is Furniture of Known quality. * * 1 | You may have been here and admired certain individ- 11 lual pieces or complete suites—come in NOW and note |1 the SUBSTANTIAL REDUCTIONS on those very SAME PIECES. GOLDSMITH VALUES will be greater than ever — B the stocks of high grade Furniture are here to back up j|| g, this statement. Come in to-day—look around compare qualities H H and values before buying. fig H Selections Can Be Made Now Delivery Later S I GOLDSMITH'S I North Market Square liiiiuafeiiiniiiJiiiiiiial THURSDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father m* *•* •-* Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManus .. t, * , i;i i " l _n • . 1 DON'T VJOHBV ( V/HM" <OOD I OUVT WRNT BEFORE V/E EM" - <iOT 1 LOVE I f TERRIBLE-WE HA *INVITED THE A 1 ™^ T * -TO t>EE IF H E HERE I KEEP THE ") voice was curt and harsh. "He and Holt were robbing the bank when Milton came back from the dance at the club. The cowards shot down the old man like a dog. They'll hang for it if it costs me my last penny, so help me God." "You say it's the truth." she re torted scornfully. "Do you think 1 don't know you now —how you twist and distort facts to suit your ends? How long is it since your jackal had him arrested for assaulting you —when Wally Selfridge knew—and you knew —that he had risked his life for you and had saved yours by bringing you to Diane's after he had bandaged your wounds?" "That was different. It was part of the game of politics we were playing." "You admit that you and your friends lied then. Ia it likely you could persuade me that you're tell ing the truth now?" The big Alaskan shrugged. "Be lieve it or not as you like. Anyhow, he's going back with me to Kusiak —and Holt, too, if he's here." An excited cackle cut into the conversation, followed by a drawl ing announcement from the win dow. "Your old tillicum is right here. Mac. What's the use of wait ing? Why don't you have your; hanging-bee now?" CHAPTER XXIII Holt Frees His Mind Macdonald whirled in his tracks. Old Gid Holt was leaning on his elbow with his head out of the win dow. "You better come and beat me up first, Mac," he jeered. "I'm all stove up with a busted laig, so you can wallop me good. I'd come out there, but I'm too crippled to move." "You're not too crippled to BO back to Kusiak with me. If you can't -walk, you'll ride. But back you go." •'Fine. I been worrying about how to get there. It's right good i of you to bring one of these here taxis for me, as the old sayin' is." ; "Where have you cached the gold you stole?" I ain't seen the latest papers, Mac. What is this stuff about rob bin' a bank and sliootin' Milton?" "You're under arrest for robbery and murder." "Am I? the particulars. When did I do it all?" "You know when. Just before you left town." Holt shook his head slowly. "No sir. I Can't seem to remember it. Sure it ain't some one else you're thinking about? How come you to fix on me as one of the bold, bad bandits?" "Because you had not sense enough to cover your tracks. You might just as well have left a note saying you did it. First, you come to town and buy one of the fastest dog teams in Alaska. Why?" "That's an easy one. I bought. that team to win the Alaska sweep stakes from you. And I'm going to do it. The team wasn't handled right or it would have won last time. I got to mulin' it over and figure-l that od Gid Holt was the dog puncher that could land these huskies in front. See?" "You bought it to make your get- ; away after the robbery," retorted Macdonald. "It's a difference of opinton makes horse races. What else have you got against us?" "We found in your room one of the sacks that had.held the gold you< took from the" bank." "That's right. I took it from the bank in the afternoon, where I had had it on deposit, to pay for the team I bought. Milton's books will' show that. But you didn't find anyj sack I when your bank was, robbed—if it was robbed," added the old man significantly. (To bo Continued) HARRISBTTRG TELEGRAPH THEFOUR OF HEARTS A SERIAL OF YOUTH AND ROMANCE By VIRGINIA VAN 1)E WATER v J CHAPTER 111 , Gerald Stewart had dismissed the' matter of his friend's love affair; from his mind, but it recurred to him soon after leaving the dining-! room. The two men were standing: together in the hotel lobby when a 1 low exclamation from Milton Van fcaun made his companion turn around. "Great Scott!" Van Saun muttered. "That's a stunner all light!" He was looking at a girl who had walked to the desk and asked a question of the clerjv. Stew- ! art recognized her at once as the young woman of whom he had spok-, en in the dining-room a little while ; ago. "That's the person I called your; Daily Dot Puzzle ] t<s —— i *\ IS 17 ! 20\ f • J* * *' 9 .. 14- -4t * 4 - 4 '?:• i* ' r 4 ' 5 *' 4 , y .* a A\ A 49 v\ ' 3 ** • <. • £ 2 5 hi 36 •• '* _ ; 3c. \ -W V Si* ) 3*2 SS i An Oriole is here for you By tracing dots to fifty-two. Draw from one to two and so on to the end. Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton •643 Dress with Tablier Effect, 34 to 42 buit. Price 13 cents. attention to, Van," Gerald reminded! him. "I said she was the sort to dance well, and your only comment i was that she had a tigure some-j thing like Miss Livingstone's." "Well, she has," Van Saun replied.! "But I did not see her face until I now. I say. old man, I wish we knew who she is." "She's dressed in mourning—per-, haps she's a widow," Gerald sug-, gested. "Nonsense," his companion scoffed at the idea. "All women in mourn- 1 ing aren't widows, are they? And that girl's too young to have had' a husband. There are lots of other! relatives that one may lose besides u husband. Why, that girl's not! twenty, I "net." "I decline to take you up on that," Gerald Stewart laughed. "Where j are you going?" For his companion had started to walk away. "Let's wander over and get a ! nearer view," Milton proposed. The pair strolled slowly, and! with apparent indifference, toward j the desk. As they drew near thej ; girl received a letter from the clerk. ! and, turning abruptly, came slowly! i across the office, her eyes fixed on, the envelope she held. With a sudden decision, Milton' Van Saun stepped in front of heri so quickly that the girl, starting! violently to avoid running into him. i dropped the letter. Before she | could pick it up Milton Van Saun had lifted it from the floor, and, with a bow. held it out to her. "Oh. thank you!" Cynthia Long murmured, smiling her acknowl edgements. Then as she saw the gleam of admiration in the blue eyes gaz ing down into hers, she hurried i away without another glanre. Stewart Is Astonished "Well, you have got a crust!" Ger ald Stewart exclaimed as his friend I rejoined him. "You scared the poor! girl into dropping her letter, then j had the nerve to accept her thanks: as your due. If she knew that you J deliberately set out to startle her. j she'd despise you." "I did not intend to startle her," Milton denied. "I was only seized ! by an irresistible desire to hear her speak or to see her smile. And I j did. By George, what a smile: 1 j I say. Stewart, the girl's a stunner!" j "So you remarked before," his; companion rejoined dryly. "I agree; with you that she's a sweet look-: j ing girl, and evidently a lady. But' j I cannot say that I rave over heri as you do —you the chap who. by ! j the way, remarked not long since • i that you are not one of the gush- I ing sort." "And I'm not," Van Saun insisted, j "Only when one sees a girl like that 1 one can but express admiration. I j say, let's find out who she is. Let's 1 | take a squint at the register." "You can if you like," Stewart 1 said. "I'm going into the smoking' Women who are contem plating a trip to the South will find this design of especial interest while it also is avail able for the stay-at-homes be cause it can be copied in a variety of materials. Here, it is made of a fine, sheer cotton voile with trimming of filet lace and it is exceedingly dainty and charming. You could copy it in crepe de chine or in Geor gette cr6pe or you could copy it in a soft satin or other silk, or you could copy it in a fou lard. It will be pretty in all these materials. There is really just a straight skirt and a simple blouse, but the trimming gives the tablier effect. You have a choice of bell-shaped sleeves or those that are cut to form their own cuffs. Trimming can be found adapted to any material and you can use either a band trimming or a contrasting ma terial or embroidery or braid outlining a simple braiding de sign. For the medium size will be needed, 9% yards of material 27 inches wide, yards 36, yards 44, with 13 yards of banding. The skirt is yards in width at the lower edge. The pattern No. 9640 is cut in sizes from 34 to 42 inches bust measure. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper on receipt of fifteen cents. I room. You can meet me there after you've satisiied your curiosity." Five minutes later Milton Van Saun rejoined liis friend. • "I found her name registered iii ■ t big, masculine hand," he an-! nounced. "Probably her lather! i wrote it. She's a Miss l,ong, of: ] l.ake Forest. That's a fashionable; ! pluce near here, isn't it?" "Yes, a suburb of Chicago." i "Well, if her father's here, why) | didn't he register? And I don't see | ' why she's stopping at a hotel if she! | has a home so near. I asked the! I clerk who she was before looking | lor her name in the register. But! he's an uncommunicative old owl." j His companion laughed, derisive-; i ly. "Well, you are hard hit!" he; exclaimed. "I wonder what Missi ; Dora would say if she knew how | you've worked to tind out the name! ' and pedigree of a fair stranger j t whom you never saw before anil j 1 whom you will probably never see, ! again." "Dora wouldn't mind," Milton as serted. conlidently. "She's not j that kind. She's no more silly about; such matters than I am. That's one! reason we get along so well to-; gether. Now, let's look in at some j show for a while. What do you! say?" Too I .ate For the Theater "All rjght. But it's too late fori any theater. We might take in some j musical show or something of that! sort.*' At this point, further discussion! of Miss Dora Livingstone or of Missj Cynthia Long was dropped for the! time. But late that night, when the two parted at the door of the hotel —Milton Van Saun to go to his| room here, Gerald to his bachelor i quarters a few blocks away—the! New Yorker remarked with What! he hoped was a casual manner: "Do you know, there was some-1 thjng about that girl—that Missj Long you know whom we saw to night—that reminded me a bit of' "A . n automobile to its owner is a private railroad with out scheduled limita tions" John N. Willys 9 Models I for your I Inspection | At the Show | Nine Wonderful Cars I The Thrift Car J Built to Give Lasting Satisfaction In Appearance, Performance, Comfort, Service, Price. THE OVERLAND-HARRISBURG CO. I 212-214 North Second Street lANT.VRY 31', 101 S. " Dora. She did not look like her—l and yet there was something that) old remind me of her. I guess! they're about the same size." "Which, of course, accounts fori your yearning to make Miss Long's i acquaintance, eh?" Stewart teas-j ed. "Well, it's too bad you're going j back to New York in a few days.! Perhaps you would like me to tarry here longer packing and moving! from my bachelor quarters—and en list your help? Then you might take a run out to Lake Forest some time when the girl and her father! get back there and pretend to be a ! book agent or something of that! kind and thus make the fair one's acquaintance. You're an ass. Van."! "You're another!" Van Saunj laughed. "Good-night!" And, with a handclasp and a nod, I the friends parted for the night. (To IJe Continued.) Advice to the Lovelorn FOOLISH AND DANGEROUS DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am nineteen and have a girl! friend whom I love dearly. She has; met a nice man who seems to care 1 a great dea'. for her. Now, Miss Fairfax, 1 certainly am not jealous. | yet when I am left alone I cry my-! self sick. She has often told me to slop thinking about her so much. B. M. A. G. j Now. my dear, you want to tanei yourself right in hand and cure 1 yourself at once of an attitude that' is morbid and quite silly as well. In the natural course of events your Si' 1 friend would fall in love "and marry and so will you. Now she has been the first to find the man she cares for. Don't take an ab- i surd attitude about it. Just recog- | nize this had to come, and that therol are other girl friends for whom vou ! may also care, and what is more, that there are a great many fine 1 voting fellows with one of whom you I are probably going to be really In I love some day. You are not tho first girl who has over-idealized a Icntinino friendship and been ab surdly sentimental about it. But it i? an attitude that does nobody any rood and that must be conquered. Go out and have a good time ami . forget your own foolish and hlgh ! strung fancies. i DON'T ! DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I Xam in love with a soldier of twenty-one who expects to leav® for the front shortly. He is continual i ly asking me to marry him secretly | before he leaves, but I ant in doubt I .is to whether to do so. as I am sure j that my parents would not approve. LILLIAN L. M. i You are much too young to think ]of marriage. And in any event se ] eret marriages are most undesirable, i Of course your parents • would dis | approve. But when it conies to , marrying a man who must leave her ; at once, then surely a girl must ; not !>e allowed to take so. important ! a step without telling her parents. Why Stay Fat? You Can Reduce ! The answer of moat fat people is 1 that it is too hard, too troublesome I and too dangerous to force the weight j down. However, in Marmola Hrescrin ! tion Tablets, alt these difficulties are overcome. They are absolutelv harm less, entail no dieting or exercise, and have the added advantage of chean ness. A large case is sold by drug gists at 75c. Or if preferable, thev can be obtained by sending price di'- rect to the Marmola Co.. Bfi4 Wood ward Ave., Detroit. Mich. Now that | you know this you have no excuse l for being too fat, but can reduce two j three or four pounds a week without | fear of bad after-effects.— Advertise ment. 7
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