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" When a Girl Marries"
By ANX LISIJC
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problems of a Girl Wife
, CHAPTER LXVI.
"X slacker!" I gasped. "Oh, Xeal,
Neal—you've broken Fathqr An
drew's heart!"
"I guess I have," said Xeal—
tween his teeth. "That's why he
doesn't write. He thinks you're in
It, too. He thinks you've helped me
—keep out of this war."
I tried to find some words of com
fort.
"You —always hated blood—and
disfigurement. Front a child you
hated scars—and maiming. You
can't s help it, poor lad. Father
mustn't blante you. But, Xeal,
Neal, darling, you will fight your
self—won't you; you'll go home
and take —r whatever punishment
there is, and then afterwards you'll
try to do your part?"
I slipped my arm through my
poor young brother's and folded my
hands across it. Then I turned to
face my soldier-husband, whose
greatest tragedy was that he could
no longer /ight. I wanted my eyes
to send him a message pleading
that he be gentle in his judgment of
this lad of niine whose tragedy was
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that he feared to tight. Hut Jim's
eyes were tender —smiling—and it
almost soemed they were triumph
ant.
"Good stock!" he said quietly. "1
knew you'd stand by the boy—and
still urge him to do the right thins.
Well, lad. are you ready to do the
right thing? It's simple enough, af
ter all. You've only to go down to
the local draft board and report.
They'll take care of the situation for
you. And when you're called in
your district they'll know where to
lay hands on you."
"My chops!" 1 cried—for I could
sntell them burning, and the fumes
from the oven could be made to ac
count for the wateriness of my eyes.
"Never mind, 1 won't eat much,"
muttered Neal gloomily .drugging
himself back to the actualities and
necessities of life, and starting to
help ine carry in the dinner.
Jim laughed—and on his laughter
there was a friendliness and com
fort.
"You can eat and be at peace
with yourself, lad," he cried, "for
you're not a slacker at all."
"What do you mean?" cried Xeal.
wheeling to face Jim. "Don't make
fun of rne."
"I mean just that —you're not a
slacker. Don't you realize, boy, that
you never run away from the draft
at all? You merely ran away front
yourself—and the slow agony of
waiting for them to call your class j
—the expert bank accountants. But j
if in your heart of hearts you'd j
been trying to cheat the draft would
you have come straight to your sis- I
ter? Would you have given your
address to your father?"
But now Xeal turned on Jim in
new terror.
"Have 1 made them a party to
it?" Are they going to get into trou
ble for harboring me?"
"Xo. lad—of course not! Weren't
you living here openly? Did you .
ever deny your age or name or your
home address? All our friends j
know who you ure and where you '
come front. And, I'll wager you were j
watching to see if your number |
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got called. Oh, no, lad —a real j
to find. Come on —everyone take a
dish, and we'll go in and try to give
our soldier boy an appetite.
Xeal didn't answer that- until we
were seated at the table. Ihe a,
his lips twisting with scorn and dis- i
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t'e, he concluded his confession
with wotds that startled me:
"You culled me 'soldier boy,' Jim. i
Fine soldier I am! Now listen to
me— you asked if 1 was watching
to see If my number got called. You
bet 1 was. And what do you think
1 was going to do If it did? 1 was
going to light out where they
could'nt find me. That's the kind .
of rotten American 1 am."
"Quit that. Neal!" Jim's voice!
commanded. "You're hysterical '
now. You want to lash yourself l
with your own scorn. You would !
never have done a dirty trick like |
that. Now, why don't you prove it j
to yourself by not waiting until
you're called?"
"You mean—volunteer?"
I "I mean ask for immediate indue- !
tion."
"Now? Itight away?" asked Neal. i
I could see him shrink.
"At once," replied Jim in a mat- [
ter-of-fact voice. "Not to prove ;
anything to Anne and me, for we
know that you have never been a i
slacker in your soul —but to prove |
to yourself that you are'nt hiding I
| behind even your chance of delayed 1
I call. To prove to yourself that
' you're a man!"
Neal's face went white. With i
j that whiteness staring and dancing
i before my eyes, I got up to answer
the summons of the telephone a
i moment later. It was Evvy—asking
for Neal.
"He cannot come to the "phone," |
II said firmly. "Th.s is his sister, i
j Please give me the message."
Curtly the answer came: "You
J might remind him that gentlemen
' keep their dinner engagements.
Good-by."
' Evidently that concluded the con
cluded the conversation, so 1 put the*
; receiver back on its hook and
| turned to Neal.
"Was that Evelyn Mason?" he
i cried before 1 could speak.
| "Yes," 1 said dully.
I Then, before our astonished eyes, }
i Neal rushed to the 'phone and called
Evvy. Actually, at a moment like
j this, he could turn to her.
"Miss Mason?" he asked after a
moment of waiting, "Evelyn—this
.is Neal Hyland. I'm ashamed to
' death—but I clean forgot. We've |
had sickness in the family. 1 hope |
i 1 haven't put you out. I'll do any- j
thing in my power to make up. No j
j 1 can't come over to-night. I've got I
the biggest Job of my life on Sorry, I
' I'll explain another time"
Slowly he crossed the room—
Evelyn and his offense, of her for
gotten. lie came to the table and I
: stood in silence for a moment—his j
lingers tracing idle patterns with a J
fork he had picked up.
Then he coughed—thrust his head I
forward aggressively, and turned to !
Jim, but even as he turned his face I
I to my husband, he took a little step |
that brought him close to me and j
laid his hand timidly on my sleeve. I
| "Jim," he said, "about jumping in I
before they call me. I've got a head !
; for figures, and I hear there's a lot :
!of need for heavy artillery. Is there I
i any one in Washington you'd give I
j nte a letter to? I'd likiV*-to go over j
to-morrow and ask for my induction I
papers. If you'd be willing to vouch '
for rue —you see, what really stop
ped nte from being u slacker is liv-!
ing with a real soldier —like you"— j
Jim got to his feet and his voice !
was as reverent as a prayer.
"God bless you, lad! I knew you :
were a real man. The artillery is a
wonderful service and they are |
taking them ucross pretty fast." I
His eyes asked a question. Neal
i answered it.
i "1 know. I thought I could get
j ready pretty quickly there, because
| it conies so natural for nte to flg
ure."
I caught his hand to my lips and
!us 1 held it there I could feel my
tears trickling down to moisten it. j
i My little brother was a niun—and a |
soldier. It was mine to give him 1
jto my country. Hut it was Jim who j
: hud done the big thing.
He had given Neal tho courage
i thut made hint a niun.
(To le Continued*)
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THE HEART BREAKER
.A REAL AMERICAN LOVE STORY
U> VIIKIIMA TEHHVXE VAX DE WATER
CHAPTER XIII.
i Eater as Horace was chatting with
j her hostess, Mildred came up to
j her and after talking for a minute
! addressed her sister, in a low voice.
"Let me see your card," she de
manded.
When she hnd scanned it, she
j laughed teusingly.
"What's the matter?" Honora
queried.
j "Oh, nothing." Then as Mrs. Den-,
i ton turned away to greet a new ar
! rival, Mildred explained,
j "I was only amused," she said, "to
! see that you yourself had done the
very thing that, you reproved me
| for doing. You have let Arthur
■ write his name as often as lie wish
ed—which was just what I had told
him he might do witli me —and you
were shocked at the idea."
"The cases are entirely different,"
I Honora protested. "1 did not tell
the same thing to two men—nor to
one man, for that matter. When
Arthur found that Tom Chandler
had gotten ahead of him, he asked
j for some dunces with me. So,"
' with a whimsical smile, "I was not
| first choice after all."
Mildred patted her arm affection-
I ately. "If he had not wanted to
| dance with you so many times, he
| would not have asked you to let
him do so," she commented.
Thb child meant the words kindly
Honora reflected later as she and
Arthur danced together. Yet her
sympathy had awakened a train of
unpleasant thoughts.
Nbbody likes to be pitied—least
| of all a proud girl or woman. Ho
nora felt that Mildred was a little
sorry for her, and was trying to con
sole her by assurances that Arthur
Bruce found her attractive. She
did not want to be consoled, she
muttered bitterly. She was not an
j object of pity! A number of other
| men besides Arthur ' Bruce had
j sought her out this evening.
Even Tom Chandler had begged to
be allowed to put his name on her
I card. She had let him do so. She
I did not trust the fellow, nor care
for him—but one must be polite to
i him.
I Her card was full by the time she
| had been in the room a half hour.
iYet Mild'-ed pitied her. She sighed
j impatiently, i *il Arthur, catching
I the sound, looked down at her.
Steady Cavalier.
| "Are you tired?" he asked.
| "A little," she said. "Suppose we
i sit out the rest of this dance."
j He led her to a chair in the library
I and went away to get her a glass
• of water.
During His absence she reproached
herself for her feeling of resent
ment. Yet it was hard to forget
| that she had but taken thut which
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her sister did not want—that, had
Arthur been ahead of Tom Chandler
—she, Honora Brent, would have
had perhaps one dance with him in
stead of the half dozen for which
he had asked. In vulgar parlance,
she was taking her sister's left
overs!
Arthur's voice made her start. He
was standing in front of her, a glass
in his hand.
"Here's your drink, Honora," he
said.
"Thank you!" She drank the wa
ter thirstily. "It is deliciously cold,"
she added.
He set the glass on the table near
him, and seated herself at her side.
"it's mighty good of you to let
me be with you so much this eve
ning," he said. Do you know what
I was just wondering?"
"What?"
"I was wondering if you were a'
bit bored by me—l mean if that
was the reason why you sighed
when we were dancing just now. If
so, please say so."
His humility touched her, and she
spoke impulsively.
The Waltz Begins.
"I cannot imagine your boring any
one. 1 mean—with a laugh—"you
could never bore me. We have been
friends for many years, and I still
like to talk with you."
Her tone was ligfit and she avoid
ed meeting his eyes.
"Thank you!" he said gratefully,
laying his hand on hers for an in
stant. "It's good to hear you say
that. So many things are different
from what th®y used to be, and 1
have had so many rude awakenings
from what 1 suppose were foolish
dreams, that it is mighty pleasant
to find one person just what I would
have her to be."
The orchestra in the hall began
to play a waltz and Arthur got up.
"I asked Mrs. Denton for this
dance," he said. "I am sorry—but
she is my hostess, so 1 must be
prompt."
"Go at once," the girl command
ed. "I am engaged for this dance,
anyway—with Tom 'Chandler."
"If I meet him 1 will tell him
where you are," Arthur said.
When ho had left her shp arose
and walked to the library doors op
ening into the conservatory. She
was wondering where her partner
was.
She was not to be in doubt for
long. As her eyes became accus
tomed to the dim light of the frag
rant interior, she discerned Tom
Chandler and Mildred standing at
the far end of the aisle of plants.
As she looked the man bent and
kissed the girl.
A moment later Tom Chandler ap
peared in the library where Honora
stood waiting.
"Oh, here you are," he exclaimed,
seizing her arm. "Bruce told mo
where to find you."
"Yes, I am here," Honora said,
' laotely.
As they reached the dance room
and Tom passed his arm about her
her for the waltz, Honora shivered
, slightly.
His breath was full in her face
| and told her all too plainly that he
| had been drinking.
(Bo be Continued.)
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