" When a Girl "
* I By ASX MS I K
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A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
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CHAPTER XLIX
"Folks, you're all Invited to dine
Wherever Evyy designates. I've Just
leaned up almost two hundred on
*ter hunch about that Yankee Kid.
VJrevson," cried Jim In a voice of
triumph.
Ho had rallied from the momen
tary collapse caused by his shock
of happpiness at the victory of the
boy on whom he had staked all his
money for the week to come. And
this was his reply to Evvy's little
murmur: "You can just take me to
dinner!"
Was this big party what Ewy
had intended? I looked at her face
—her lips sntllecf, her wide blue
eyes told nothing.
Jim was all animation now. As j
everything about him had twitched ;
when he was waiting for the ver
dict of success or loss, so now he,
seemed to fairly dance in every |
pulse and fibre.
Betty and Terry didn't appear to :
share in the general rejoicing, but
rather to draw close in a common
cause. Virginia also was quiet and
subdued. I wondered if she felt
any of the terror that seemed to be
actually tearing at my dry throat.
But she gave me no glance of un
derstanding, and Betty and Terry
avoided my eyes.
I realized • they all had some
knowledge they wished to hide
from me. It was almost too late
for that now. But whatever their
attitude toward the means by
which he had made his little store
of wealth no one haul the heart to
deny Jim's right to be host to our
party. In this Joy there was a gen
erous quality—and a rising from
the humiliation of being a guest
too often.
"Where do we go, Ewy?" asked
Jim.
With a little air of importance,
Ewy laid her hand on his arm:
"Shall we have a committee meet
ing about it, Jimmy boy?"
There was no refusing her wist
ful eyes, her quivering: lips, the lit
tle note of pleading in her husky
voice. Jim leaned down to her.
And the rest of us shuffled about
a bit impatiently, while the crowd
began to surgo by and a mass of men
out on the track seethed about the
winning car. and the cameras to
cussed on the grinning "Yankee
Kid."
At last Ewy jumped to her feet,
eyes adance:
"We're going round to the Bay,
good people," she exclaimed. You
follow our car while we direct Cap
tain Winston to an adorable little
inn where we can have a table out
on the balcony and a dinner" —
Evvy's voice trailed off into a
whisper and she kissed the tips of
her rosy fingers in ecstacy. Bhe
looked like a naughty fairy—and
quite adorable. For a second her
eyes fastened on Neil's, but the boy
caught his glance away and leaned
down to little Phoebe again.
In that foment Virginia looked
at me almost as if she were asking
a question. I smiled encouragingly
but she stiffened again to remote
ness as if I had failed to under
stand —and the moment passed.
Sheldon towered above Virginia
protecdingly. He was completf'y
satisfied with the day's events.
"Lead on. Fair Evelyn—we fol
low," he chanted, burlesque fash
lon. . .
Catching J'm's hand in hers with
a childish gesture. Evelyn started.
But Jim held out his other hand to
mc —and in a maze of unhappiness
and wonder I took his han|.
Warmly his fingers curled against
my palm, and he drew mo close to'
his side.
Was Ewy to Jim only a pretty,
petulant child, consoling herself
for the desertion of Sheldon—and
even the boy Xeal? Or was she a
woman—the woman he had almost
married?
As we edged our way through the
good-natured, elbowing, laughing
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throng Ewy foil silent. I wondered
what thoughts followed so close on
, the prattling she had hushed. I
peered around Jim's arm and found
her smiling through narrowed eyes.
'Hury, Jim; hurry.! I think I
eee some one I know" —again her
voice trailed off.
Through a gap in the crowd I
caught a glimpse of a familiar fig
use, bqlking large in the holiday
throng. It was Tom Mason. And
near him was a gray-haired figure
at once strange and familiar.
"Do hurry a bit, Jimmle-bo<y.
There's good old cousin Tom. Just
back from camp, I'll wager—and
Ewy wants to see her big cousin.
Do push harder for Ewy, who
tipped you to the 'Yankee Kid."
'Please—Jimmie boy!" pleaded Eve
! lyn in her little throaty, trembling;
I voice.
Jim turned to Sheldon, who was
j Just back of us with Virginia:
"Come on, Shelly—help me with
a center rush. Ewy sees her cousin
and she wants to welcome him ;
home."
Sheldon, laughing like a boy plan
ning to wiggle into the circuc tent,
put Virginia's hand in mine and
.joined Jim In a great heaving,
i breasting motion that pushed its
| way through the surge of humanity
j ahead of us.
1 As we followed, I ventured to
' j squeeze Virginia's fingers in mine,
j And—all glory to the holiday spirit
! —Virginia's hand twined close and
j warm in response. For the moment
[ I was overjoyed, but only for the
moment.
Then Jim and Sheldon "bucked
the line" again. It heaved around
then and closed, pushing us out
into the open with them on a grassy
spot near the cars. Just to the
right, peering at the parked auto
mobiles, was Tom Mason, and with
. hint the gray-haired man.
"Tom! Tom! cried Ewy .in, a
surpisingly and penetrating voice".
He turned and came toward us.
His companion followed.
Virginia's hand turned Icy in my
; clasp. With a Jerk, she withdrew
! Il
| Tom Mason's companion was herj
husband —-Pat Dalton!
| There was nowhere for Virginia I
to go, nothing for her to do. The !
rest of our party were somewhere I
behind in the press of people surg
ing along.
Tom fairlv hurled himself upon
1 us in greeting—and a yard or two
behind sauntered handsome Pat
Dalton in his careless fashion. I
flashed my eyes around to Ewy.
She was biting one corner of her
, j red mouth, but -he seemed bubbling i
with laughter that brimmed up to
the corners of her narrowed eyes.
Pat Dalton was within three feet
. of us now. His glance roamed the
, crowd. Then it turned to "Tom's
friends"—and focussed on Virginia.
, A flash! Then a glazed curtain over
. his eyes. A quiver of the nostrils,
; like the quivering of a sensitive,
thoroughbred horse.
Then Pat Dalton turned on his
heel, and the crowd closed about
hint.
[To Be Continued.]
i
: Brothers Meet After
, 62-Year Separation
J Tuinn. Okla.—Three brothers, two
i of whom had not seen each other for
j sixty-two years, met here during the
I I recent United Confederate Reunion.
,• The men are James Tierney, of this
| city: Thomas Tierney, of Waxa
hachie, Tex., and Martin Tierney, of
; { Dallas.
1 i The family came from Philadelphia
i 1 and after the Civil War some of them
t j moved south. James, who is elghty
! two, left home when his youngest
: ] brother, Martin, who Is sixty-four,
f | was two years old.
Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service - By McManus
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LITTLE TALKS BY
BE A TRICE FAIRFAX
Why do mothers teach their chll-i
dren to be afraid?
We all know that they do. Most
of us had carefully graded lessons in
fear throughout ot.r childhood. And
we've seen this kind of education
going on all about us ever since.
Fear la the easiest thing in the
world to learn, and the hardest to
unlearn. So It's a very poor serv
ice to a naturally fearless child to \
it to shrink and run away.
I know a healthy little boy of six.
who has never been afraid of the j
dark, He is accustomed to going to
bed alone in a, dark room and sleep- j
ing peacefully all night long.
Recently, his mother being away, I
a relative with children of her own
came to take care of the child. All j
I day long she warned the little boy;
i of things that might happen him.
S There wasn't any form of infant dis
aster that she forgot to mention. She
, told him of all the accidents that
had befallen her own children, of all
the things they didn't like and were
afraid of, of all the things they
wouldn't do and wouldn't eat.
At the end of a week the little
boy was entirely changed. He had
learned, among other things, to be
afraid of the (.ark. He would no
I longer go to bed without a light
in the room. And if he awoke at
any time during the night he ex
pected to call out and receive an
answer or else rouse and thorough
ly awaken the whole household.
Naturalists tell us that even
animals of apparently hostile
species are not afraid of each other
instinctively, as we used to believe.
They are patiently taught fear by
their elders, just as human babies
mistakenly are. Normal, well chil
dren are not born with fears. They
acquire them.
Girls have, of course, fared a
good deal worse than boys in this
respect, through having been kept
so much more closely at home. It
i 3 girls alone who have tjeen taught
that most absurd and artificial of
fears, the fear of mice. If there is
a gentle and unaggressive living
creature, it is a mouse. It would
be quite as sensible -to be afraid of
a goldfish, or a gparrow.
It might be a little harder to
make out a case for the harmless
ness of snakes, though it is cer
tainly very foolish to tremble at
the sight of one. Since we know
that there are very few dangerous
i snakes, and that most of us pass j
I our lives without encountering one j
i of them, wouldn't the really wise}
parent teach children how siight a
cause there really is no fear?
The Feather Pillow Brigade
Then there is the matter of tem
pests. A mother who is not ashamed
,! of communicating fears often starts
| the family of self-defense .drill at the
mere sight of a black cloud gather
! ' n S- Every door and window is
i j closed tight. Every child is armed
I with a feather pillow. Then the i
I whole group is mustered and taken 1
'I to the cellar while countless stories}
! j are told of victims of lightning;
i strokes . By the time the tempest
. ( is over the children are so thor-1
! oughly fear-soaked that one could
| scarcely expect them ever to enjoy
. a rainy day again.
The fear of ghosts must have
I been.passed alonfe in this way. As
, a matter of fact, ghosts are no less
harmless than mice, and, as reliable
statistics will convince you, quite
as little given to murderous as
■ saults. But children have been
- taught a fear of them, under many
I names. There's a kind of nursery
( phantom that has been used to
r frighten children Into good be
havior, though I hope this is no
' longer done, it's spoken of as a
I great, big, black something-or
i other, the name varying with time,
> and place, and it is supposed to
t seize children after dark, or bite
I them, or tak# them away some
- where, if they do not do just as
i they are told. You can make a
- child obedient by this means. But
you can also injure his nervous sys
i tern so that he will never thorough
-3 ly recover as long as he lives,
r Family Fear-Hobbles
Some families have their special
' individual fear-hobbies, which they
3 are eternally riding, and which are
- perhaps bred into the children more
' thoroughly than anything else that
they learn. Sometimes it's the kid
i napping fear, exaggerated to a
s point where the child is never left
t alone to play in peace. Sometimes
tilt's the burglar fear, which causes
t j a vast amount of time to be con
f | sumed in bolting and barring doors
s i and windows and looking under
? I beds. Sometimes it's .fear of sick-
I I ness, which is particularly unde
f slrable to get deeply planted in a
child's mind. e
3 It is unnecessary that a child
- should be afraid of being alone, or
- of the dark. It is pitiful that he
t should Ije afraid of animals, who
' are so willing to be his friends,
s It is absurd that he should be afraid
■ of wind or rain or snow or ice when
these are but so many sepa
rate invitations to come and have a
thoroughly good time.
Happily, there have always been
a few children who wouldn't learn
the fear-lesson. There have al
ways been "wild" boys and "tom
boy" girls who would climb to the
top of the tallest tree, whatever
penalty might be imposed, and
who would be audaciously ready to
make friends with a burglar if
they met one. Children who refuse
to learn fear should be highly valu
able men and women, and I am
sure that if we could follow them
up we should find that they always
are.
It is true that we are only just
beginning to discover what an un
wholesome thing fear is. It isn't so
long ago that fear was deliberately
made use of in dealing with chil
dren, nftt by mothers only, but by
the whole formidable conspiracy of
adults. And it wasn't merely fan
tastic fears that were employed,
fears of bogies and giants and ogres
and goblins, but practical, painful
fears, fears of one's own parents
and of one's teachers at school.
It doesn't seem possible that
parents could be willing to have
their children afraid of them. But
parents used to believe, or many of
them did, that a child had to be
"broken" like a horse. That if it
transgressed and was made to feel
pain, it would be afraid to trans
gress again, and that this was what
"bringing up" consisted of.
Fearlessness the Best Gift
The truth is, as the wisest people
will t©H you, that if you can keep
your child sound and fearless, you
are doing infinitely more for him
than if you should leave him a for
tune. I say "him," but this is of
course quite as true of girls as of
boys. It is Just as important for
women to be fearless as for men.
And the best kind of fearlessness
is always the invisible kind. It
[ isn't so necessary to have courage
to stand on the end of a precipice,
which after all won't do anybody
Rny good and will merely prove
tkat you have strong nerves, as to
have the kind that won't tell lies or
even sit still and allow anybody else
, to tell them.
THE HEART BREAKER
A REAL AMERICAN LOVE STORY
By VIRGINIA TERRENE VAN DK WATER
CHAPTER IV.
The nutomobilists stopped at the
' Bruce home long enough to enjoy
some sandwiches and coftee. Mrs.
Bruce insisted upon this, as the night
was chilly.
•Mrs. Higglns will not object, she
urged. "She knows you are with me,
and perfectly safe."
"Of course she does," Honora
agreed. ..
Mr. Bruce Joined the quartet in the
dinlngroom and proved himself a de
lightful host. Honora had always ad
mired htm. To-night she liked him
better than ever. She watched his
amused countenance as he listened to
Mildred's merry chatter.
For Mildred was very gay and hap
py this evening. Honora wondered If
| it was because she enjoyed Arthur's
1 company. Then she reminded herself
j that Mildred had shown no especial
; fondness for this man. In fact, she
had even criticised him.
She was just now telling her host
of young Hilton's departure for Can
! a dn - • „
"Don't you think its a fine thing
' for him to do, Mr. Bruce?" she de
' mnnded.
i The elderly man smiled. "Yea.
< mv dear. I do if he foels that his
duty calls him. But you must re
member that he has reasons for wish
-1 ing to connect himself with the Al
- )i es reasons which many of our
- American boys do not have."
"What are they—if one may
1 ask?" Honora queried.
"His grandfather was a Canadian;
I his grandmother, an Englishwoman."
"There!" Arthur Bruce exclaimed
triumphantly. "You see, Mildred,
' that Hilton has some reason for his'
, desire to light the Germans. If I
> were an Englishman—or If my people
, were English—whieh amounts to the
' same thing—l would go tool"
"Oh, no!" The exclamation was
5 Mrs. Bruce's. "I cannot bear to
t hear you even suggest such a thing,
. son!"
1 "You would have to bear It if wo
- entered the war," the father said ,
. soberly. „
The Son Protests
"I would never give my consent!"
Mrs. Bruce Insisted. "Let the boys
1 whose parents have other children do
the fighting."
3 Arthur laughed. "Well, don't fret
I your dear self over what may be a
- remote contingency," he advised,
t "We are not in this war yet."
Mildred heard only the jesting
, tone. Honora. more thoughtful and
observant, saw the shadow of some
* thing in the speaker's blue eyes,
s Was It regret or perplexity?
s Whatever it was, one thing was j
plain. Nobody was enjoying the
turn the conversation hnd taken —
s unless it might be Mildred. It was
r a pity to pursue it.
"It is a wonderful moonlight night,
Mr. Bruce." the older sister remarked
irrelevantly. "I wish you could have
1 been with us on our ride."
"So do I," the man said. "But I
i had some business papers to go over.
Bv the way. 1 suppose Arthur has
r to"ld you that he was coming Into my
B offic? He starts next Monday. It
3 will only be a matter of a short time
now before my firm will be Arnold
: Bruce & Son."
* He laughed, but it was evident
1 that he was proud of his boy.
"Yes," Honora rejoined, "Arthur
told us of. his plans. I am glad for
1 him and for you."
Mildred made no comment and
1 Arthur's eyes sought hers, as if he
. longed for a word of approbation
from her.
"We must be going home!" she an
* nounced suddenly, starting to her
, feet. "Even if to-morrow will be
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•
Sunday and a rest day, there la no
nocd of our keeping you good people
up all night."
"If you will excuse mo," lira.
Bruce said as the girls put on their
wraps preparatory to leaving, "I will
not go out again to-night. Arthur
will see you safely home. You don t
ittlnd, do you?"
"Of course we don'tP Mildred epoke
almost eagerly. ,
Honora recalled Mrs. Hlggins
words Of warning at dinner to-night.
Yet it would be absurd to hesitate to
take the short ride homeward un
chaperoned. She only hoped that
Mrs. Higglns would not hear of It.
If not, no harm was done.
As if reading her thoughts, Mr.
Bruce spoke.
"If you young people do not object.
I will make the fourth on the home
trip. You have said so much about
the beauty of the night that I would
like to share it with you-
Honora With Mrs. Brace
"That will be delightful. Honora
said cordially, while Mildred sec
onded her with: "It will be lovely of
you, Mr. Bruce."
Honora and Arnold Bruce shared
the rear scat of the car. There was
no question about the seating ar
rangements this time. It seemed to
be taken for granted that Mildred
and Arthur were to occupy the front
seat. , , 4
-It is odd/' Honora remarked to
her companion, "that you should
have offered to accompany us home.
It was not really the least bit neces
sary, yet dear Mrs. Higglns Is so
old-fashioned that she will be.more
• comfortable to-morrow when she
knows we were chaperoned all the
evening. Such conventionalities seem
absurd to us youngsters."
"In this case they do," the man
agreed, "for you girls and Arnold
are old friends. But If one is lax in
one case, one must be in all. So con
ventions are useful to hold fast to."
"I suppose they are," she admitted.
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When the sisters had bade Mr.
Bruce good-night at their own gate,
path to the front door. As ho parted
from Mildred. Honora heard him say
softly and hurriedly: "You will let
me know to-morrow morning, won't ,
you?" . .
But Mildred only nodded, and, with
a brief good-night, entered the house. -
(Tt Be Continued.)
Train Porter Routs
Governor From Berth
St. Louis, Mo. —Governor Gard
ner borded a Sante Fe sleeping car
at Edlna, Mo., at I a m, and climbed
into an upper berth as all the lower
ones were taken. Three hours later
he was awakened by a shrill voice.
"You'll have to get up now, salt,"
said the porter. "De fellows in de
upper berths has to dress first."
A member of the governor's party
tipped off the porter that it was
the governor that he had routed.
Washington Has 21,000
Children on Farms
1 Seattle—Twenty-one thousand chil
dren In the stpte of Washington are
i enrolled In agricultural and stock
clubs through the efforts of Mrs.
' Elizabeth Jones, in charge of boys'
I and girls' agricultural clubs In this
Are Advertised Medicines
[ Worthless?
t There is no more reason to con
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> there is to condemn all physicians or
1 all druggists. Fakes there are in
' every profession and in every trade,
j but they do not last long. Take a
s medicine like Lydia E. Pitikham's
e Vegetable Compound, the true test
e of its merit is the fact that for forty
® years it has been relieving women of
America from the worst forms of
2 female ailments, constantly growing
J in popularity and favor, until it is
. now recognized from ocean to ocean
" as the standard remedy for female
I. ills. ,
state under the direction of the XJnl.
ted States Department of Agrlculi
turo.
Mrs. Jones Is now going to BrltWM
Columbia tu organize clubs among
the children there.
ICUTICURA HEALS I
BABTSHEAD
Of Blisters. Sore, Inflamed and.
Itched. Would Lie Awake.
"When baby was about three
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eon top of her head. She
scratched, and when the
crust cracked there would
be little blisters that would
break and run. Her head
was sore and Inflamed and
itched. She was cross and
would lie awake nights.
"When she was about ntns months
old a friend told me to try a sample of
Cutlcura. I taw a change so I bought
more, and I used one box of Ointment
with the Soap when she was healed."
(Signed) Mrs. M. McCoe, 1047 S.
Etting St., Philadelphia, Pa.
Make Cutlcura Soap and Ointment
your every-day toilet preparations.
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