ReadiivJ <md all ike farciikj jlpffl " When a Girl Marries" By ANN LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife CHAPTER XXV. (Copyright. 1018, by King Features Syndicate, Inc.) This morning Jim and I faced facts. Jim showed me his letter— it was from' the War Department— the acceptance of hU resignation from the army. So this is Jim's last day*in the uniform of his country! - When I had finished reading the letter I looked up with eyes brim ming and ready to overflow. But be for I could say. a word to cqpifort him Jim came and put his arm around me. "Never mind, little girl. It's all right Steady there! I'll have to go down and get some "cits"— ready-made I guess. I've no right to this uniform that I've been in for so long," he said. |This was how Jim met his big moment, quietly and like a real sol dier. I tried to be as simple and matter of course as he. "It's years since you've been in civilian clothes—'cits' as you call them. It'll be a lark picking out I your suit—may I come with you?"I As I spoke it flashed over me that Jim might have ordered a suit of c'.othes a week ago! Then I realised that until his resignation was ac cepted he could hardly believe that Why Putter With Corns? Use "Gets-It" Common-Sense, Simple, Never Fails You can tear out your corns and suffer, or you can peel off your corns and smile. The joy-peeling way is the "Gets-It" way. It is the only happy, painless way in the world. Two "Get the Drop" on That Corn—Use and the Corn la a "Goner!" droups of "Gets-It" on any corn or callus dries at once. The corn finally loosens off from the toe, so that you can peel it oft with your fingers in one piece, painlessly, like peeling a banana. "Great stuff, wish I'd done that before." There's only one corn peeler—"Gets-It." Toes wrapped up big with tape and bandages, toes squirming from irritating salves, It's ell a barbarity. Toes wounded by razors and knives, that's butchery, ridiculous, unnecessary, dangerous. Use "Gets-It," the liberty way— simple, painless, always sure. Take no chances. Get "Gets-It." Don't be Insulted by Imitations. Sea that you get "Gets-It." "Gets-It." the guaranteed, money back corn-remover, the only sure way, costs but a trifle at any drug store. M'f'd bv E. Lawrenae & Co., Chicago, 11!. Sold in Harrisburg and recom mended as the world's best corn rem edy by Clark's Medicine Store, H, C, Kennedy, G, A. Gorgas, Keller's Drug Store, and F, K, Kltzmiller,—Adver tisement. As Age Advances the Liver Requires O" * B ' o " 3' 8l 'E ht stimulation. CARTER'S LITTLE * LIVER PILLS correct CONSTIPATION. Colorless or Pale Faces Carter's Iron Fills '■'■nJll'i* DP STEGER (AH ||| Phonograph v|\ If/ Plays All Records \| ~ Victor - Edison - Columbia - Pathe z and all others correctly ~ , = NO PARTS TO CHANGE = • THE STEGER Phonograph has ! E| no tone of its own. It gives you iHs j = the voice of your favorite singer in I=l 1 - all its beauty. The Steger phono- p-l E graph does not add to nor detract E from the tone. You hear the artist, Vg|- = not the phonograph. jSI 111 Prices $6O and up /SI \l\ CONVENIENT TERMS /#/ YOHN BROS. Jl 8 N. Market Square THURSDAY EVENING, he was no longer Lieutenant Harri son of the American Aviation. "I'd—rather go alone, dear. If you would help me—l'd like to do something worth while first—that article for Ilaldane's," he said, a hit ! unsteadily. After he had dictated the tirst ! draft of "Jobs—Not Bouquets," Jim fairly dashed out of the house. I ; hnew that he needed to get away I from the pity in my eyes. While I was at my typewriter Jim's laundry came, then the ice man's bill arrived, and the fruit man and weekly list of telephone calls appeared In Bearch of pay at about the same time. After our bills were settled, there remained In my purse five cents—and fifteen dollars of the thirty Jim had given me! Mr. Haldane was all enthusi asm about the story—l spent a hap py hour at the office. Then, rather than break a five dollar bill for car fare. I walked home, even though the afternoon was sultry. Just as I arrived at our door a i taxi drew up and Jim got out! A taxi! I stood In stunned silence while he paid the man, and stunned I remained, as he whirled me up to our apartment, propelled me into it, nd then enveloped me in a boyish ear-hug. Jim was exuberantly happy. lie had come across a want advertise ment that seemed to point right to him—Snedden & Company adver tised for a man with good connec tions and able to handle gilt-edge mining stocks. "I knew I was the man. Tou see, Anne, I can't call on my per sonal friends beggirtg for a job— I'm not going about whining for favors. But I can go to my friends when I have a chance to do them a favor. The fellows I have played round with are just the customers for the Snedden stocks- Well, I got the job—therefore the taxi. Now we go to the Vanclair roof in another taxi!" I didn't protest. Our luck seemed to have turned, and I was warm and tired and ready to have a little more coolness and rest than our kitchenette offered. Out came the lavender organdy and my legnorn hat with the band of amathyst velvet and nodding pink roses. I must look my very sweetest Jim's "lilac girl" —to celebrate his success. • We were late in arriving at the Vanclair roof and might have been turned away without a table; but a friendly voice hailed us over the shoulder of the shrugging, indif ferent captain, and in another mo ment Dicky Royce was leading us to a table where sat Sally and the dreadful, old painted shrew of the Walgrave—Mrs. Varden, who turned out to be Sally's mother. For a minute or two I forgot to be an noyed by her presence. But Mrs. Varden managed to alter that di rectly by dint of a few of her barbed words: "Well, Jimmie, so you and the' little wife actually do travel to gether now and then! Generally when I see her you're neglecting her, and Tom Mason Is busy prov ing his friendship—for you." She waved a playful finger at Jim; but looking at his strained face I wondered if my boy was not about to say something merciless and cruel to the old vixen. She was caved, for just then a waltz struck I Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service * By McManus I had THE PIWO MOVED T I'M BUT THE I LLLMJ I FRIEND. ROMANS, - \ .rffltM i| i ,. T w& THP V Ntll 1 3== OCT 50 WHEN THAT S von S OHI THAT* COUNTS MEN- f MOVING COMPANT^ HAIR. MUSICIAN CALU-b TOOAT A<INE ALL RKHT- LEND ME YOUR. ( HORM \ wFI , U .xggf rrrn rrasJ ■ 11 1 „ 1 . • u > up and Dicky swept her out to the dance floor. A strange man ap pearfed somewhere and clairhed Sally. And the next moment the waiter came to take our order; so before my hour of reckoning pounced upon me I had a little time to gain some vestige of self-con trol. Jim's voice was portentiously quiet, when at last he turned to me: "Anne, dear, It's most unfortunate that you've put yourself Intdo a po sition where that Varden woman can—insinuate things about you." "But, Jimmie, boy, Tom Mason proved only last night how real his friendship is," I cried. "You aren't going to forget it again, are you, because that dreadful old creature claws at me like the cat she is?" "No, dear. But I don't want her to— have anything to dig her claws into. You'll be careful, won't you, Anne?" Jim's voice had a stern dignity that frightened me, yet made me love him more than ever. "Careful? I meant to be careful all ■ the while—that is, I didn't mean to do anything that wasn't entirely loyal. Now, I want to tell you about the blue and green" ,Aqd at that moment the dancers came back. "Why so unhappy, Mrs. Harrison? Bored by friend husband already?" sneered Mrs. Varden. Jim stole a quick glance at my face and answered In my stead: "Anne actually is unhappy, I.lrs. Varden. I'vq resigned from the army—and she's sharing my dis appointment because I'm not physi cally fit to serve." There were ejaculations, ques tions as to what he was going to do, suggestions—and finally out of the hurly burly of noise came Jim's triumphant announcement that he had already . sequred employment— that he was going to work for Sned den & Company. "Oh —the Snedden bunch?" said Dicky. His voice arrested my attention. Was he merely indifferent —the shadowy imitation of a friend —or was there really some reason why Jim's connection with that firm didn't appeal to him? [To Bo Continued] A Meal in the Fireless Cooker To the housekeeper who believes in saving time and fuel the fireless cooker is First Lieutenant. On af ternoons when you are to be away, why not start one of these almost one-piece fireless cooker meals be fore you ? The salad or dessert can easily be made when you get home. The United State Foods Administra tor especially encourages these din ners. Casserole of Meat and Hominy Apple Betty Turkish Pilau Egg Salad Fruit Jelly with Whipped Cream Beef Stew with Vegetables Peach Fluff Turkish Pilau % cup rice, 2 tablespoons green pepper or onion chopped, 1 cup to matoes, 1 tablespoon butter. 1 tea spoon syrup, IV4 cups stock or water, 1 teaspoon salt. Wash the rice. If the pepper Is used, discard the seeds. If fresh tomatoes are used, remove the skins and cut the tomatoes in pieces before measuring them. Place all ingred ients together In the food container, bring the mixture* to the boiling point and transfer the kettle to the fireless cooker. Allow It to remain In the cooker for at least one hour. Stir the pilau lightly with a fork before serving It. Peach Fluff Vt pound marshmallows (cut up), % pint whipped cream. 1 cup peaches (sliced), mix, chill and serve. Grandma Gets All Credit In Care of Clara Little Tot's Mother Acta on Advice of Baby's Grandparent It was duo to hor grandmother that four-year-old Clara Beneker, daughter of Mrs. H. J. Itenoker, 204 Kelker street, was saved from the destructive effects of convulsions, "My daughter suffered from stom ach trouble," said Mrs, Reneker, "and used to have terrible cenvut slons, Tha doctor said they came from stomach trouble, "On her grandmother's recommen dation I Mtarted to use Tanlao, Now little Clara eats anything any time sho feels like it, (the is feeling fine and has regained her strength, So successful has It been in her case that the convulsions have disappear ed and now I am giving it to hor little .sister, whom it helped wonder fully over the dangers of her sec ond summer;" Tanlao now is being specially in troduced and explained at the George A. Qorgas drug store. —Adv. HAHRISBURG TELEGRAPH THE KAISER AS I KNEW HIM FOR FOURTEEN YEARS By ARTHUR N. DAVIS, D. D. S. (Copyright, 118, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate) ' (Continued.) "X have a friend at the University of Heidelburg," said another. "He is a professor, one of the brainiest men in the country. His salary Is five thousand marlcs a year. He had a wife and six children when the war started. The cost qt living has steadily gone up, as we all know, but that professor's salary hasn't advanced one penny. To make ends meet, he has been taking on extra work, and he has almost ruined his health through the strain of over work combined with insufficient nourishment, for both he and his wife had been skimping themselves on food that their children might get enough. "Some months ago this professor told me that his eldest boy was within a few months of military age but he was so undernourished that if he were pulled into the army he would never be able to stand the strain of active training. They took him just the same, and two months later he died. A few months after that, the youngest child became sick from undernourishment, and he died too. Then the mother col lapsed from grief and starvation and when she was taken t6 the hospital the professor had to assume entire care the remaining children be sides fulfilling his regular duties. "And now, friends," the speaker went on, "that poor professor has collapsed, too, and the children are in the hands of the authorities. I tell you, men, that there are thou sands of other families whose cases are no better than this one. We and our children are starving while the landowners and the profiteers are making twenty times what they got in peace-time and can buy all the food they want. How long are we going to stand it, how long?" There was not a single member in that group—and they were ap parently all strangers to each other —who hesitated to say exactly what he felt, and not a single word was uttered in favor of the government. After the Russian revolution had resulted in the overthrow of the Czar, I heard two workmen at the railroad station discussing condi tions. "If we had any sense and weren't such fools, we'd start the same thing over here," I overheard one declare. "Our government's treating us worse than the Russian government." I have mentioned before that the German police, although the most arrogant in the world, were always free from corruption in time of peace, but with the changed living conditions brought about by the war, the police yielded to tempta tion and not only exacted tribute and accepted bribes, but brazenly appropriated the loot which they re covered from thieves and robbers. One of the police officers of Ber lin openly admitted to me that it was no longer possible for him to exist on his one hundred and fifty marks a month in view of the in creased prices of food and clothing, and that he was forced to eke out a livelihood by resorting to corrup tion. The food regulations, which it was the duty of the police to en force, provided an excellent oppor tunity for bribery. In return for allowing civilians to purchase or otherwise obtain more than the al lotted quantities of food, the police were able to exhort liberal bonuses. On the first of August, 1917, three robbers entered my house. They stole about five hundred dollars' worth of gold, platinum and silver, besides a typewriter, some celluloid brushes and other articles of little value. An idea of the lawless con dition of the city may be gathered from the fact that the band of bur glars who had entered my place had no sooner reached the street than they were set upon by another band and relieved of their booty. The first group of robbers turned out to be lads of seventeen and eighteen. They were so incensed at being robbed themselves that they made a clean breast of the affair to the first policeman they came to and the whole lot of them were arrested. The second group of robbers proved to be soldters on furlough. I applied to the local police sta tion for (he return of my property. They exhibited some of it to me but told me that I would havo to obtain it through police headquar ters, in another part of the city. A few days later I called there ac cordingly and was given the cellu loid toilet articles and other things of nominal value, but the gold, plat inum and stiver were retained by the police and I was made to sign a paper to the effect that I was sat isfied with the work they had done in apprehending the burglars and with the property that had been re turned to me. The same night the house of von Bleichroeder, the banker, a few doors from mine, was broken Into by soldier burglars and a large quantity of sllve rremoved. The police said they captured the bur-j gtars but restored only a trifling part of the booty to the banker, The fact that they had captured the criminals ought to be enough, they believed, to satisfy the most exact ing civilian, but they made it a custom to restore some of the cheaper articles to the victim of the robbery, figuring that as he proba bly expected to lose all he would be well' satisfied if he regained part. These and other similar cases suggested the possibility that the police were working as accomplices of the criminal classes. They were certainly becoming as much of a menace as the law-breaking class they were supposed to suppress. The dissatisfaction of the workers in factories was becoming greater every day. The director of one of the larger army factories, employ ing more than 60,000 operatives, told mp that conditions were becoming unbearable "It's just living in a lunatic asy lum," he explained to me. "An ex plosion the other day in the vicinity of our plant blew out 15,000 marks' worth of wlndowpanes and the strikers are demanding seven and one-half cents an hour Increase. What with explosions blowing our plants to pieces and our hands con stantly on strike, the lot of an em ployer is not a very happy one these days, and it looks as if it is going to be worse!" The fact that these employers were making vast profits and that 1 the landowners, mineowners and agrarians were using prisoners of war to furnish labor at minimum cost, was embittering the wage earners to the breaking point. The longer the war lasted the worse their lot was becoming. Servants were taxed not only on their wages, but on an amount which was supposed to be equivalent to the value of their board and the presents they received at Christmas, while the aristocrats, living in plenty, went comparatively tax-free! Civilian patients in the interior hospitals, especially the older ones, died in such alarming numbers that foul play was beginning to be hint ed at. Boss mouths to feed meant less of a burden on the nation as a whole, and it was quite in accord with the German idea that the weak should be sacrificed for the sake of the strong. How much worse internal condi tions might get without bringing about a serious conflict between the hunger-crazied, war-suffering civil ians and the authorities, it was im possible definitely to say, but it was quite evident that no disturbance could ever accomplish anything for the liberation of the people from the yoke of militarism while the army remained loyal. Underfed and un equipped, what could the civilian population, made up as it was of the aged, the infirm and the immature youth of the land, accomplish against the veterans of the German army? A successful revolt against the organized military forces would be out of the question. Another factor that must be taken into consideration in connection with the suffering and privation which was so general in Germany at this time is that there was a strong un dercurrent of patriotism still work ing against the' tide of discontent that was developing. There was a feeling that the government was do ing all that it could to alleviate conditions, and that civilians ought to be as willing to suffer for the Fatherland, just as the soldiers at the front do. (To Be Continued.) Should bo on every table! jfe INSTANT POSTUM ! (A flavor almost (indistinguishable to coffee) For years the favorite peace-time 8 beverage of tens of thousands. N9W even more prominent because 'Made in America" a saver of ocean tonnage much needed for our armies "Over There" H Made instantly-no boiling. | ■ A sugar saver and a truly 1 fl| I delicious and satisfying table I 3 I drink for young and old. I B 1 1 Little Talks by Beatrice Fairfax A group of soldiers had colhe to gether in their fraternity house. Three were on the point of sailing for "Over There," four were in training at near by camps, and one—an officer with an empty sleeve —had just been invalided home. The young officer was curiously preoccupied, the laughter and talk of the others seemed not to have reached him. Then one of them, a boy with a splendid baritone, went to the piano and sang, "My Angel of the Flaming i Cross." I "On a homebound transport, as the I sun was sinking low, Stood a wounded soldier dreaming in the twilight glow. Visions of an angel, golden hair and eyes of blue, Said a sailor lad, "Why are you so sad?." Said the soldier, "I'll tell you." REFRAIN There's an angel over there, an angel from I know not where, Smiling sweetly through her tears, she drove my fears away. Little girl, who nursed me through, I owe my life to you. Oh, come back, Love that I found and lost, My angel of the Flaming Cross. Cross— When the war is over, many stories will be told, Tales of war and romance, tales that can never grow old, Tales of heroes fighting, tales of love and mercy, too. But'the best of all is the soldier's call, Sweet— Red Cross girl to you. The man with the empty sleeve and the saber cut across the forehead was again "Over There," and the figure that stretched out a hand to him from the world of pain and death wore a flaming cross on her white headdress? At first that was all he had realiz ed, and he did not want to take that small capable hand and come back to the world of pain. It would have been so much more easy to have gone out. For hours—he had lost all count of time, hours seemed days, weeks, ages —out there in the hell of "No Man's Land," with the shells whistling. The Soldier's Story Then evening had come, the long twilight of the old world, and the stretcher-bearers had picked him up and put him in an ambulance, and they had whizzed at breakneck speed to the base hospital. There he had a confused memory of soldiers and many people in white, and a flashed impression of the operating room, clean and businesslike, in spite of the crowd of pain-racked creatures llke/blinself awaiting their turn. With incredible swiftness sUVgeons and , nurses worked—they seemed more like skilled automata than flesh and blood creatures like himself. Then his turn cai.ie. and they had put him on a table, and he drew In great drafts of the blessed ether that stopp ed the tearing pain, pain against which he had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out. And then he remembered nothing more; it was dark and still and de llciously quiet, and he felt himself falling, falling through space like a leaf. Close by him two people were talking about a soldier who was "going out" under the ether. lie felt sorry for the poor devil, life was so dellclotisly tranquil here in dark, cool silence, with that delicious sen sation of falling. Then, suddenly, a flash of consci ousness told him the soldier they were talking about was he. And with it the tearing pain returned, and the deadly sickness. Yes, he was "going out," and his father would never say to him, "Proud of you, old man." and his mother would never hold his hand in that sweet, clinging way she had. as If she were the child. Yes, he was "going out" all alone, somewhere in France. Then, clearly, distinctly, he heard SEFI'EMteR: 2v, TMT? some one say, "Take this, please," but he was too tired, he was falling through space too quickly to take what was offered him. And again the voice said, "Please—please; oh, do try —I want you to get well." Some one had lifted his head very gently and turned it to one side and was giving him something to drink. Back to I.ifc He opened his eyes and found a pair of heavenly blue ones, full of tears, looking straight into his. A strand of gold hair had escaped from be neath the white headdress, on which was a flaming cross. Again he was falling—falling through space! It was delightful, this letting everything go, ambition, the world" "You must fight to live!" The girl with the flaming cross on her head dress was saying. "Fight to live, as you fought out there in No Man's Land!" Then he set all. his strength and all his will against this resistless falling. He was going to live, be cause that angel was beckoning him out of the"world of shadows Into the world Of life. "The will to live!" Where had he heard that phrase? But It didn't matter where he had heard It, the girl had called him back, saved him; given him the will to live. The soldier at the piano stopped singing. The room was silent. Then (he officer with the empty sleeve stood up, and something about him suggested a sword—a sword un sheathed for battle. This time the battle was to live, to carve out a second destiny without Lis good, right arm. But the girl had wanted him to live, and some day—perhaps. Litvinoff and Compatriots Leave London For Russia London, Sept. 2 6.—Maxim Litvin off, the Bolshevik ambassador at London, and about fifty of his com patriots, left yesterday for Russia. M. Litvinoff will remain aboard the steamer at a neutral point until assurances are received that British Keeps Ice-Box, |j| Wash your Ice box care fully and often with 20 Mule Jw/ Team Borax. Germs from the Ice, from liquids and foods, lodge In the Crevices *W and corners and thrive. Also sprinkle 11,1,1 s mAJa m]fi MULE*TEAM"BORfIX Generously around your ice receptacle. The melt ig ice will wash the Borax through the drain pipe, keeping the hard-to-clean parts of your refrigerator sanitary, wholesome and sweet smelling. 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