Little Talks by Beatrice Fairfax * The old gentleman In the buff waistcoat, flecked with red, an nounced to his guests that he never Intended to grow old. The state ment Interested me—he was the old est lpoking person I had ever seen. The party of which he was plainly the host occupied a table next the one where I sat In a big fashionable hotel where noise is apt to pass as gayety, clothes for beauty, and the influence of wine for wit. His guests might have been his grandchildren—they consisted of a "short-time" vaudeville lady and her dancing partner, a young woman who breeds toy-dogs, a gentleman jockey of sorts—part gentleman, part jockey. A boy-about-town, a girl from Greenwich Village with cropped hair and a colossal appetite and a lady with the face of a vulture, antecedents and history unknown. None of the motley company— dining at his expense—challenged his statement, but he repeated it, I like a child crying in the dark: "I'm I not afraid! No, I'm not afraid of the dark!" The guests smiled assent; the poor old dotard had been lavish with his hospitality, the least they could do was to humor his delusion. Presently the old man drew out his wallet —a big apoplectic affair, highly polished by much slipping in and out of his pocket. The waiter had not presented his bill, indeed he was nowhere in sight, but the gesture of reaching for the wallet had become automatic with the old gentleman in the buff waist coat shot with scarlet. His purse was his wishing cap, so when he repeated the greatest of all his de sires—not to grow old—uncon sciously he took out his purse. You Can't "Tip" Time But he couldn't "tip" time. Al ready the grim figure with the Hcythe seemed to be waiting with his account at the old man's elbow. Selfishly, I hoped "it" would not happen there, at the table next mine. In imagination 1 saw the little Hurry that the passing of the old moth would bring about. He would col lapse, fall, there would be confusion, the waiters would carry him out and the band would play its liveliest music, in the loudest tones, to hide the momentary disorder. And in a moment or two everyone would be eating and drinking as usual. But "it" did not happen there, I NO ADVANCE IN PRICE ASTHMA £3 JJBk There is no "cure" but relief is often T * Little Body-Guard in Your Home'' \ •// I VilM&Uiir 25c—50c—$1.00 Known Pianos And four others that are scarcely less famous. Over twenty styles to choose from in these eleven makes. That is what this store offers you. | Chickering Kimball 11 Sohmer • j Mehlin Shoninger I j Marshall & These are seven first, mentioned. Their history dates back to 1323. The other famous pianos sold here are Bush & Lane, Haines Bros., Merrill and Foster. All noted makes with many years of honorable service behind them, and every one guaranteed by a responsible maker and ourselves, a positive assurance of per manent future satisfaction. !| Prices $285 to S9OO Surely a wide enough range to suit every person. It isn't likely that you expect to get a dependable new piano for less than $285, but you might unknowingly pay more for the same or in ferior quality. Why take chances? Any instrument selected here may be paid for gradually. Demonstrations and explanations will be gladly given. Player-Pianos Victrola* —Edison*—Records and Music Rolls J. H. Troup. Music Troup Building 15 So. Market Sq. FRIDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service *■* *• * By McManus in I 111 I <OODNESt> T WELL- \'M F I'LL BE IT* AFTER M NEARLY I JII 1 ? If J? HOW MANY TIME?) MOST READY- A MtNOTE - EuJHT NOV*- READY • VJ 7 f ~ ,<I T =4=U|k I tell voo TO 60 AND ? , ■ 2 ANOTHER I GET DRESSED •'WE MUST | Y V ~ * v Musum? : & ? am thankful to say. He was babbling] ] to the Greenwich Village girl that he was as young as she. And she was I rolling her eyes wickedly at the com- 1 pany, then bringing them back to that withered old face with the < pouched sacs under the eyes and the dropping jaw with a mockery that would never have deceived a young er man. I took stock of the youth he con tinued to talk of. It consisted of clothes, hair dye and a grotesque levity of manner. What was left of him, outside this inventory, was crumbling with age of the most re pulsive sort, age that through long, selfish years had put away nothing | worth while. He had tried to keep young from ; without, rather than from the soul | within. He put dye on the outside j of his scalp, but the brain within, was starved. The jauntiness of the i buff waistcoat, shot with scarlet, j made the vacant old face about it more like parchment. And the poor old feet in the tight patent leather shoes must have • ached beyond words. Tlic Bad Influence of the Wallet j The fatal thing about the old | man was the big shining wallet j with which he had always paid his J way. There had never been a time j since he came into his money that • he could not command the paid I smiles, the paid assent to any | statement—no matter how foolish— j from such a company as he had j gathered about him to-night. He had always paid the bills, the others ate and agreed. He sat there a miserable refutation of the statement "All men are born equal." | He had been born with a handicap j —the handicap of too much money. | It had weighed him down, kept him from taking the hurdles of life. Eventually, he had dropped out of the race, compromised and agreed to call the whole of life a picnic. His face had grown to be the face of the dishevelled, picnicker, after a long, hard day in which there had been too much unwholesome food, too much rag-time fun, too much promiscuous company—and starva tion |for heart and mind. The old man and his guests fin ished their meal. Toward the end of it the latter could hardly conceal their humor at the old man's ex pense. The waiter • pocketed his huge "tip" with a smirk, the pay j as-you-enter host put away the ' big, shiny leather wallet. No one iin the world cared a snap of the I fingers about him—poor, desolate i old bore with too much money. As he left the diningroom the last i thing I heard him say was: "I j never intend to get old—l never in i tend to get old!" Already he was older than Methusaleh, but he didn't know it. Simplified Spelling Is Tabooed by Teachers Spokane. Wash. —A national secre tary of education, with a seat in the | President's Cabinet, is favored by I educators of this State, according to I a resolution adopted at the recent : convention here of the Inland Em | pire Teachers' Association. Simpli fied spelling and other advanced propaganda touna little favor with the convention. It was declared of ' greater importance that the youth of j the land be taught to study health, I morality, political science and lan guages. KAHRISBURQ TELEGRAPH THEFOUR OFHEARTS A SERIAL OF YOLTH AND ROMANCE By VIRGINIA VAN DE WATER L . Copyright, 1918, Star Co. y "It might be wise to knock or rattle the knob," Milton suggested laughingly, as he and Cynthia paused outside the drawing room door. "Come in!" Dora called, in answer to their knock. She ran forward as the pair en tered and threw her arms around her cousin's neck. "Oh, Cyn!" she exclaimed, "I am so happy! Gerald and I are en gaged. Say you are pleased, dear!" | "Of course I am pleased!" Cyn-1 thia assured her, kissing her, "Why, Honey, you look like your own cheerful self again. It does me good just to see the change in you." "That's because I am so happy," Dora declared. Cynthia turned to where the two men were shaking hands warmly. "Gerald, I am so glad for you and Dora," she said. Gerald took her hand in his and smiled - down at her. "You certainly seem mighty glad, Cynthia," he re marked. She flushed hotly at the tone, and Dora pounced upon her. "Cyn! What has happened? You say I look happy. Why, you look positively radiant, as if some beau tiful thing had happened!" "A beautiful thing has happened," Cynthia said in a low voice. The minutes flew past as the four talked eagerly, explaining all the past, full of hope for the future. Dora insisted on confessing to Cyn thia her actions on the afternoon on which she had sent her cousin into the library to see Gerald and Cynthia showed her lack of vanity by laughing heartily at the recital. "Just think what we all have es caped!'' Dora exclaimed. "You are not a bit complimentary, Dora," Milton teased. "But I for give you. Since Cynthia approves of me nothing else matters." "Yes. something else does matter," Gerald said suddenly. "We have to break the news to Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone." "Oh!" Dora groaned. "I had ac tually forgotten it for awhile." "I hadn't," Milton remarked. "But I did not want to talk of it. Now that Stewart has broached the sub ject, I suppose we've got to face it squarely." Father on the Scene "Hark!" Dora cautioned, as the sound of a latch-key was heard in the front door. "Here comes father!" When Mr. Livingstone parted the portieres of the drawing-room, he found Dora sitting near Cynthia, chatting unconcernedly, while the two men stood at a polite distance, discussing politics. "Good evening!" the elderly man greeted the quartet. "What have you all been doing with yourselves this evening? Talking over wed ding plans, I suppose?" "Yes," Milton answered, "talking over wedding plans." Daily Dot Puzzle 9 '5 Z~] 5 * Xf/ r • • '5 T( * * • .21 / +• e: 0 '7 \i • 22V • u " fc \V, 3* 7 " # * 3 Z | *24 \ \ " J \ '^^27 V - 41 ' #S4 44# # Sister Mary from New York Brought thU pretty silver Draw from one to two and so on to the end. Dora giggled, and her father glanced at her, then smiled. "Well, daughter, your headache of yester day has disappeared, hasn't it? You seem very well again." very well again," the girl admitted. "I'll go on upstairs and leave you youngsters to yourselves," the host said. "Good night!" "Oh, dear!" Cynthia sighed when he had gone. "I feel like a wretch and a hypocrite! And to think how he and Aunt Amanda have set their hearts upon a double-wedding!" Dora sprang to her feet as a sud den thought struck her, "I have it!" she exclaimed. "We'll have that double-wedding! Only there will be an exchange of bride grooms. Oh," catching Cynthia by the waist and whirling her around in a frenzied dance, "isn't that an inspiration? A surprise wedding! I declare you three look as if you had lost your breaths and never expected to capture them again! Now sit down all of you and let's talk sense." Her plan was quickly unfolded, j Nobody was told of the scheme until a day or two before the wed ding. Then the minister was to be taken into confidence. "He'll hold his tongue," Dora af firmed. "Ministers have to learn to do that, you know." w It had been arranged weeks ago that there were to be no brides maids. Dora and Cynthia were to walk up the church aisle together, preceded by the ushers. Mr. Liv. ingstone was to give both girls away at the altar. "But," Cynthia objected, "Uncle will have to be told about it it be forehand." A New Point of View Dora shook her head. "Not long beforehand," she insisted. "I my self will tell him the night before." "No," GeralH contradicted, "I will tell him all about it, Dora." "I am the one to do it," Milton insisted. "Why don't you both tell him!" Cynthia suggested. "Then you can both share his disapproval. But," hesitatingly, "as he is paying for my wedding, it seems a dreadful thing for me to deceive him in this way." "When we talked together about the matter of his paying for your wedding, Cynthia," Gerald reminded her, "you said it would be quite just for him to do so." The girl was silent for a moment. She was thinking of what Darius Blake had said. She remembered the fortune that should have been her mother's, which would have DandYLine White Oxfords Made in Harrisburg White buck military heel, wing tip and welted sole like cut, $4.50 White canvas, mili tary heel, straight ' tip, $2.95 DandYLine Shoe Store 202 Market Street J been hers had it not been for Step hen Livingstone's sharp practice. "Yes," she admitted musingly, "it is perhaps all right that he should pay. I will try not to worry about it." "But," Milton asked with a feigned shiver, "who's ging to tell Mrs. Livingstone?" Dora spoke up promptly. "Let father do that," she said. "You men can break the news to him. He must break it to mother." To which excellent suggestion there was not a dissenting voice. (To Be Continued. EX-CZAR'S FAMILY JOIN HIM Moscpw, May 31. —Alexis Roman off, formerly the Russian heir ap parent, and the daughters of the former Emperor, have arrived at Ye katerinburg, in the Government of Perm, on the Aisiatic side of the I Ural Mountains. Quality Garments Always Exquisite New Blouses Hand Embroidered Q. 95 Fine Quality Georgette and Beaded J and Crepe de Chine Values to 6.50 I Exquisite new blouses in a special newest and most becoming style touches are presented in this offering. Compare our blouses with those shown elsewhere. 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One thousand rifles are being manufac tured daily, and 3,500,000,000 rounds •>f small-arm ammunition has bean contracted for. Last month, he said, we produced 275,000,000 rounds. He placed the machine guns contracted for at 350,000, and added that 100.- 000 have been delivered. By July 1, he added, "we shall be producing 18,000 a month." The American Navy, the speaker added, has climbed from fourth to second position among the world's fleets. We have 150 warships in Eu ropean waters, and fifty others of a war character. There are 400,000 men in the Navy, and by October 1 thero will be half a million, he ex plained. DROWSED IIV VIRGINIA RIVER Markelville. Pa., May 31. Funeral services were held on Tuesday at the Markelville Lutheran Church f6r John L. Hutchinson, of Markelville, who was drowned in a river while swimming at Leesburg, Va., where he had gone just three weeks before for employment as a monotypist. Burial was made in the Markelville Ceme tery. Hutchinson is survived by his wife, three children, his mother and one sister. 9
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