IfPjjj Little Talks by Beatrice Fairfax I clipped the following from a newspaper recently: "Danville, 111., Mrs. E. Wolgamott, e;hty years old, whose husband was among those reported "missing" dur ing the Civil War. and who had kept a lighted lamp in the window of her cottage for more than fifty years, hoping that some day he would re turn, and the light might guide him; home, is dead at the hospital at Kan-, kakee. "Her husband was a member ofj the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth! Illinois Infantry, which was organ-' ized in Danville." I am old-fashioned enough to he-! lieve these two found each other atj last, and the war-bride of fifty years' ago feels repaid for lighting the lamp in her window all those years. I've had so many letters from girls; ■who want to know whether it would! be advisable to marry their soldier j sweethearts before the boys sail for; "over there." that I am going to at tempt something in the way of a col lective answer. In the first place, the wisdom of j a war marriage depends on the tvpei of girl about to become a 'war bride.' The question cannot be answered by "yes" or "no"; circumstances and the individual must decide the case, j The girl's position will be hard enough, in any event, and unless she has the love "many waters cannot quench." and the grim ability to' live from day to day in suspense, and ! to face anything the future may' bring, she would better defer her j wedding. It would be absurd for a suscept-; able little butterfly, always interest-j ed in the last man she meets, to' marry a soldier. She would probi- I bl.v cry her eyes out at parting, then feel sorry for herself when she saw i other girls going to dances and pic tures and realized as a married wo-, man. she was not getting as much at- j tention as formerly. She'd Imagine a Tragedy Then probably someone else would come along, and she would Imagine she had a regular three-act tragedy 1 on her hands. Therefore, to the. pretty, susceptible butterfly let me ; say. and say as emphatically as I am capable of: The lot of a "war bride" is not for you. It takes sterner stuff than but terflies are made of to stand t!,e strain and suspense and the st?el-> ing of heart and hand every time one picks up a newspaper with its dread casualty list. It takes something of the heroi" spirit that sent our Pilgrim woman across an unknown sea into an un known land and steadied them to face the waiting hardships, because they loved the men who loved free dom. They would not consent to wait for their men in comfort, by an English fireside, till the wilderness had been subdued. The chances of being a heroic "war bride" are good, if any of my girl correspondents who have writ-, ten on this subject has in her veins the blood of some pioneer woman l who helped to settle our great West. Have you ever thought of the rart played by these women in the colonizing of our Western States?; Day after day they traveled in the big covered wagons, cooking, wash ing. keeping house as they made! their way across the wilderness, i The sun rose behind them in the morning, overtook them, dropped fcelow the horizon at night month - after month, year after year, some-1 times—as they plodded along in tliej lumbering, creaking wagon. Sometimes children were born on U>ee Journeys, and again, children It Worlds I for every 1 1 V TlSrlM You may hear it in the humblest ■Q9Eg| cottage or the stateliest mansion— IVwra § vt the masterpieces of music inter- §|J preted by the world's greatest * $ I artists. The Victrola brings this • There are styles of Victrolas in vk^uvT*. keeping with the circumstances and surroundings of every home. I price every instrument is a genuine 1 Victrola, and will play any of the R 5000 records in the Victor Record | Come and have a demonstration, and select vr.u rx-A. $s7M the VictTola best adapted to your home. We ffi lil " o,k arrange payments to suit your convenience* • ■ ' • ' " •• > * > ••< • TUESDAY EVENING, HARFISBURG TELEGRAPH MAY 7, 1918. Bringing Up Father /•' Copyright, 1918, International News Service *•/ *' *■* By McM M r THAT A 1 j-sis I T^M " A Tf TOO* WIFE 1 FpfC6- t>HE <>TOP*>ED MV IP I P ™ 2 WANT TO <OOO IDE'S - I'LL l/ ! , **<MT THOOCHT TAKEM T TO ALLOWANCE AN' TOLD ' tSu- OO'.S X NEMA64tE J I OF HEART- 3 ME ILL HKVF To wp*o l ~l£ ' [t ?^E^n^o LD * H \ A 600 D LECTURE \l "\l I J I r' ' cLt ?LOTH?b- . | economy r~ °° ' NEXT DAT - | died, and the mother would put up a cross in the wilderness and pray! she might come back to the little j grave some day. The Something That Makes Empires And again they would push on, j not knowing- what the next day would bring forth—an Indian mas sacre, perhaps, an attack by wild beasts or the loss of all their pos- j sessions, in crossing some swollen [ stream. But dogged, resolute, they j kept on. building up, day by Jay, ; that something of which empires are ( made. And giving to their descendants, even to the third and fourth gen eration. that grit, fiber, backbone— call it what you will—that has been the saving grace of the American people. Sometimes we seem to lose this quality, and ferow soft, when luxury overtakes us. but in the long run it may be depended on when the clinch comes, to land us—"over the top." To girls who have some of the stoicism of the pioneer women in their makeup, I would say, by all means, marry your soldier boy and —God bless you. But to the butter fly. don't take your feelings too se riously—there will be other soldier hoys and other civilians, too, for that matter. The other day in a department; store. I noticed a girl in the act of j measuring something throw hack! her head and pass her hand over her face. I saw that her teara had | been too quick, and that she was careful to save the delicate fabric she was handling. She told me her husband had left I for France about two weeks ago: I as he left her he called back: "So! long, girl—l'll see you again!" "I i know now." she said, "he meant' we'd meet again—somewhere—even i if he didn't come back." He Couldn't Say "Good-by" She went on to say, after he had gone a couple of hours, a messen ger had brought her a letter say ing; he was sailing next day—and; the one thing he could not do, was' to say "Good-by." She had married him three months before, with her parents' consent, and they had promised to stand by her through everything. In the meantime, she had kept on with her work in the department store, so that she wouldn't have too much time to think—and, throwing back her head, I suppose, when the tears proved troublesome. I had no doubt as to that girl; she was fine and true and loyal; every line of her face proclaimed that she was the type of poor old Mrs. Wolgamott, who could wait j fifty years and keep her loveliglit burning in the window. Daily Dot Puzzle 13 '4 • 15 •IZ * S 4 *'* •' 7 • • •" *• f-s • *' B - a r 9 2J . 22 A *8 24 Ar . 2% * is • 45 a * ; Is • . 26. -27 44 43. . 2 9 • • io 4l 42 3 32 4o 34* 35 ,sa Draw from one to two and so on to the end. " Outwitting By Lieutenant Pat O'Brien (Copyright, 1918, by Pat Alva O'Brien.) CHAPTKR XII The I'orKfii Pai* port whom I applied for tithe passport nor the j house in which he i : ' vj" v 'd. While, in view ' '' of " bat subsequent happened, I ftTyJlwQu'd not be very concerned if he got into trouble for having dealt | with nte. I realize that the hardships I he had endured in common with all j the other inhabitants of that con j quered city may possibly have dis i torted his idea of light "and justice. and I shall not deliberately bring | further disaster on him bv revealing ! his identity. i This man—we will call him Huy j liger because that is as unlike his i name as *it is mine—was very kind i to me on that memorable night when j I aroused him from his sleep and in j a few words of explanation told him ) of my plight. He Invited me inside, prepared j some food for me and, putting on a | dressing gown, came and sat by me I while 1 ate. listening with the great j est interest to the short account I 1 gave him of my adventures. | He could speak English fluently, i | and h e interrupted me' several times j to express his sympathy for the suf ; ferings I had endured. I "O'Brien," he said, after I had con | eluded my story. "I am going to help ; you. It may take several days—per \ haps as long as two weeks—-but j eventually we will provide the means . to enable you to get into Holland." | I thanked him a thousand times ; and told him that I didn't know how I could possibly repay him. Help In "Outm IttlnK the Hun" "Don't think of that." he replied, "the satisfaction of knowing that I have aided in placing one more vic tim of the Huns beyond their power to harm will more than repay me for all the risk I shall run in help ing you. You'd better turn in now, O'Brien, and in the morn',n< I'll tell you what I plan to do. ' As I removed my clotUos and no ticed that my knees were still swol len to twice their normal size, that my left ankle was black and blue from the wrench I had given it when I Jumped from the train and that my ribs showed through my skin, I realized what a lot I had been through. As a matter of fact. I could not have weighed more than 150 pounds at that time, whereas I had tipped the scales at 100 pounds when I was with my 3quadron in France. I lost no time in getting into bi-d and still less in getting to sleep. I don't know what I dreamel of that night, but I had plenty of time to go through the expediences of my whole life, for when I \va.i aroused by a knock on the door and Huyliger entered in response to in/ invitation to enter he told me that it was near ly noon! I had slept for neatly twelve hours. I cannot say that thj thought did not run through my head that per haps after all I was living 'n a fool's paradise, and that when Huyliger le appeared it would be with i couple of German soldiers behind liim, but I dismissed such misgivings sura marily, realizing that I was doing Huyliger an injustice to let such things enter my head even for an .'n stant. I had no right to doubt his sincer ity and it would do me no good to entertain such suspicions. If he was going to prove treacherous to me, I was powerless, anyway, to cope with him. Han a Heavenly Meal In a few moments my host renp peared with a tray containing my breakfast. I don't suppose I shall ever forget that meal. It consisted of a cup of cofTee—real coffee, not the kind I had at Courtral—several slices of bread, some hot potatoes and a dish of scrambled eggs. Every mouthful of that meal tasted like angelfood to me, and Huyliger sat on the edge of the bed and watched me enjoying it, at the smne time outlining the plans he naj made for my escape. In brief, the scheme was to con ceal me in a convent until conditions were ripe for me to make m >' wny to the border. In the meanwhile I was to be dressed In the garb of a priest, and when the time came for me to leave the city I was Hf prsteni that I was a Spanish sailor, because 1 could speak a little Spanish, which I had picked up on the coast. To attempt to play the part of a Bel- NO ADVANCE IN PRICE NTEURALGIA £* X For quick result* rub the Forehead fsSjk if* and Temples with A-//:fK\ ▼ V " Littl. fcxtrCuwd bi4r II WCKSWoi^jf 25c—50c—$1.00 gian would become increasingly dif ficult, he pointed out, and would bring inevitable disaster in the event that I was called upon to speak. Huyliger said I would be given sufficient money to bribe the Ger man guards at the Dutch frontier and he assured me that everything would work out according to schedule. "Yours is not the first case. O Brien, we have handled success fully," he declared. "Only three weeks ago 1 heard from an English merchant who had escaped from a German detention camp and came to me for assistance and whom I had been able to get through the lines. His message telling me of his safe arrival in Rotterdam came to me in an indirect way, of course: but the fact that the plans we had made carried through without mishap makes me feel that we ought to ce able to do as much for you." I told Huyliger I was ready to fol low his instructions and would do anything he suggested. "I want to rejoin my squadron ps soon as I possibly can," I told him, "but I realize that it will take a certain length of time for you to make the necessary arrangements, and I will be as patient as I can." Role of Spanish Sailor The first thing to do, Huyliger told me, was to prepare a passport. He had a blank one and it was a com paratively simple matter to fill in the spaces, using a genuine passport which Huyliger possessed as a sam ple of the handwriting of the pass port clerk. My occupation was entered as that of a sailor. My birthplace we gave as Spain, and we put my age at 30. As a matter of fact, at that time I could easily have passed for 35, but we figured that with proper food and a decent place to sleep at night, I could soon regain my normal appear ance, and the passport would have to serve me, perhaps, for several weeks to come. Filling: in the blank spaces on the passport was, as I have said, a com paratively easy matter, but that did not begin to fill the bill. Every genuine passport bore an official rubber stamp, something like an elaborate postmark, and I was at a loss to know how to get over that difficulty. Fortunately, however, Huyliger had half of a rubber stamp, which had evidently been thrown away by the Germans, and he planned to con struct the other half out of the cork from a wine bottle. He was very skilful with a penknife and. although he spoiled a score or more of corks before he succeeded In getting any thing like the result he was after, the finished article was far better than our most sanguine expectations. Indeed, after we had par id '.t over here and there and removed what ever imperfections our repeated test disclosed, we had a stamp which made an impression so closely re sembling the original that without a magnifying glass, we were eure, it would have been impossible to tell that it was a counterfeit. Photographed For Panaport Huyliger procured a camera and took a photograph of me to paste on the passport in the place provided for that purpose, and we then had a passport which was entirely satis factory to both of us and w.ould, we hoped, prove equally so to our friends, the Huns. It had taken two days to fix up the passport. In the meanwhile Huy liger informed me that he had changed his plans about the convent and that, instead, he would take me to an empty house, where I could remain in safety until he told me It was advisable for me to proceed to the frontier. This was quite agreeable to me, as I had had some misgivings as to the kind of a priest I would make, and it seemed to me to be safer to re main aloof from everyone in a de serted house than to have to mingle with people or come in contact with them, even with the best of dis guises. That night I accompanied Huyliger to a fashionable section of the city, where the house in which I was to be concealed was located. This house turned out to be a four story structure of brick. Huyliger told me that it had been occupied by a wealthy Belgian before the war, but since 1914 It had been uninhab ited save for the occasion il habita tion of some refugee whom Huyliger was befriending. Huyliger had a key u:iJ lt me In. but lie did not enter tie house with me. stating that he wonid V.'Mt me, in the morning. (To Be Contlnnet!) TBADR FOOD FOB WOOD rßrne. May 7.—An economic agree- ! ment has been reached between i Switzerland and the Allies under: which a fixed amount of wood will be delivered for eight months to the ! Allies by Switzerland. In return j important concessions will be made concerning food supplies for Switzer land. Use McNeil's Pain Exterminator—Ad. I Daily Fashion j Hint I Prepared Especially For This 1 Newspaper m CM u.4ii 4J 'M A SUMMER OBOANDT. Looking forward to summer with out an organdy frock In like looking forward to summer without sunshine. The model pictured here Is In dell eate yellow with embroidery In two ihades of brown on the front of the waist and in the corners of the pep lum. The belt la of brown velvet rib bon. Medium size requires 4 yard* 86-inch material, with 2 yards ribbon for the girdle and % yard lining tot underbody. Pictorial Review Dress No. 7739. Blzos, 12 to 20 years. Price, 20 cents Embroidery No. 12421. Transfer, blu4 or yellow, 20 cents. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX COULD YOU BE HAPPY! DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 19 and motherless. I live with strangers and have to support a little sister. I met a young man seven year® my senior and he asked me to marry him. My relatives know him and know his character. He earns a large salary and is able to support a wife. But he has one fault —he is very stingy. I don't love him. but my friends say I will learn to love him. Kindly advise what to do. UNDECIDED. How much happiness do you think you will have with a man you call stingy and for whom you feel no love? After ail, you are marying him —if marry him you do—for ! THIS WILL MAKE MILLIONS HAPPY j | Any corn will dry up and lift j out, says a Cincinnati authority. • , Let folks step on your feet here after; wear shoes a size smaller if you like, for corns will never again send electric sparks of pain through you. according to this authority. He says that a few drops of a drug called freezone, applied directly upon a tender, aching corn, instantly relieves soreness, and soon the en tire corn, root and all, lifts out without pain. This drug is sticky but dries at once and is said to simply shrivel up the corn without inflaming or even irritating the surrounding tissue. It is claimed that a quarter of an ounce of freezone obtained at any drug store will cost very little but Im sufficient to remove every hard or soft corn or callus from one's feet. Cut this out, especially if you are a woman reader who wears high heels. money; if he does not give it to you, what are you going to get out of your ugly bargain? I don't believe much in "learning to love." Learning to admire and respect and be fond of le man art all possible if he is kind nncP generous and his character is line. On the other hand, love is not quite the romantic, feverish, sentimental thini of moonshine and kisses and heart throbs which girls imagine it. With affection, respect and congeniality, you might find happiness. But with nothing but money to give you joy, how can you possibly feel like any thing but a creature who has sold herself? Think over you own feel ings toward the man. and don't marry MWHMMi&mQuality Specials Semi-Annual Coat and Su 87 Finely Tailored 15-95 and 19.95 ;jM Values to 37.95 In the season's smartest styles of silvertone, tri cotine, mannish serge and poplin. Many lined with Peau de cygne. Reductions are from Ladies Bazaar prices. Fine Coats 10-95, 15 .95, 19 95 Values 14.95 to 24.95 Coats for every occasion of fine all wool cloths— rare values offered below present wholesale cost. Blouse Sale The values are wonderful for such Charming New Blouses at J .95, 12-95, .95 and /£.95 Values 2.95 to 6.50 ladies Bazaar 8 -lO -12 5 s: FOURTH ST. \ Harrisburg's Garment Institution 432 MARKET STREET United .State* Food Administration License No. G-SSSSS Specials for Wednesday, May Bth Victory Steak, lb 250 Picked Pigs' Feet, lb., 12>40 Fore Loin Steak, 1b....250 Pickled Tripe, lb. . ..12}£0 Pin Bone Steak, lb 280 Corned Beef, lb 200 Club Steak, lb 28e Hamburg Steak, lb 22f Picnic Hams, lb 250 Choice Chuck, lb 22$ Regular Hams, lb- 29? Prime Rib, lb., 240 For Wednesday Only Compound, lb., 250 BUTTERINE Pure Lard, lb., 280 Lincoln, lb., ... .250 8.8. Special Coffee, lb., 200 8.8. Special, lb., 270 Sliced Liver, 3 lb-, ~..350 Swift's Premium, lb., ..330 MARKETS IN 5C PRINCIPAL CITIES OF 14 STATES Main Office Parkin* Plant CHICAGO, ILL. PEORIA. ILLi him because you are too laxy to go on earning an honest living. Marriage is a biff Job. It requires two partners working together amiably to make a go of It. i Cuticura Soap and Ointment for Skin Troubles All dnjirarista: Soap 26, Ointment SB A 60, TiteoiiS. Sample each of 'Cmttcara. D*pt 1, j—gj Z* 7
Significant historical Pennsylvania newspapers