THE HEART BREAKER A REAL AMERICAN LOVE STORY Ry VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER CHAPTER XXVI. Early in the week Honora Brent received a letter from Mrs. Higgins. Her sister was still very ill. Could Honora and Mildred spare their housekeeper for a few days longer? "It's a nuisance," Mildred com mented when Honora read the let ter to her, "but it can't be helped. Yet the extra work falls bn you, not on me Perhaps because," with a smile, "I don't bother about it I Just let you do all the planning, or dering and everything I don't know why." "Perhaps because I have always taken it for granted that I am the one to do it when Mrs. Higgins is away or ill," Honora ventured. Until now It had never occurred to her to wonder why the full re sponsibility of various matters de volved upon her. She supposed it was because she was almost two years old than Mildred. She regarded her sister thought fully. Milly was certainly like a child, she reflected. And there was an irresponsibility about her that seemed incurable. Such being the case, she would always need some body to look after her. "Well, there's one good thing about Mrs. Higgins' absence," Mil dred said suddenly. "We can do as we ploase without fear of shocking her. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Now," with an air of de itance, "for instance I am going to-night to the theater with Tom Chandler." "Oh —are you!" Honora exclaimed, surprised. "I did not know it." ij "No, I did not mention it," Mil dred rejoined. "Tom called mo up last night and asked mo to go, and I'm going." "Alone?" Honora Stays At Home. Mildred nodded. "Yes, alone. By the way, what are you going to do tonight?" "Stay at homo and read," was the quiet answer. "You don't mind my going, do you?" Mildred asked. "If I did. it wouldn't make much diffffercnce," Honora tried to speak lightly. "You know what you are doing. But I rather w'sh you were not to be seen alone in pub lic with Tom Chandler. 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MONDAY EVENING, HXBH2SBTJRG TELEGRXPH JANUARY 13, 1919. "Do you still like him better than Tom ?" "I am trying them both out." was the jocose reply. "Oh, don't fuss, Honora! I have them both where I want them. I'can,"with a triumphant, toss of the head, "have either of them I want. I know I stand first with them both." Honora remembered this conver sation that evening as she sat in the library awaiting her sister's retttrn. It was almost twelve o'clock. The weather was still very mild, and Milly and Tom had probably walk ed up from the theatre by a round about route. Milly had said that they preferred going on foot tonight rather in a car. They could thus have a longer period for sentimental talking. Ho nora reflected Impatiently. She wished that Mildred would marry somebody soon. She was getting to be more and more a law unto herself. The older sister laid down the book she had been reading all the evening and went into the darkened living room. She was too nervous to read any longer. An Uncx|>cctc THlb BIFFANYi WM. WANT "YOG TO H/VVE Rffll / IVCNOER WHAT IT IB) LETTUCE AND f \ L L L ' WU - L TO To OE A , J f) AND | WANT THF I ITT. c. 1 " When a Girl Marries" By ANN LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problema of a Girl Wife Chapter XCIII (Copyright. 1918, by King Features Syndicate, Inc.) When I awoke in the morning on the couch in the llvingroom I had a temporary feeling of unreality. I began groping round in my mind and then all the events of the eve ning before came trooping back — my return to the canteen to attempt to put Carlotta Sturges' best foot foremost for her —my ugly encoun ter with Tom Mason —Jtm's refusal to face the tacts regarding that ex perience. | "So that's my husband!" I said to myself grimly. "The man who vowed to live and cherish me. How nobly he protects me! How splen didly he saves me from insult! How that Tom Mason must be sneering at Jim—at me!" I felt my lips folding into a thin, hard line—and my heart seemed to contract into a tight little mass that matched them. I hadn't stopped loving Jim. My love was rooted too deep to wither away In chill winds— but some of the buds of tenderness had been nipped. The lively first bloom was gone. Jim had done something far worse than just fall me—he had failed to love itself. But when we met at breakfast Jim acted as if nothing had hap pened A quarrel might have cleared the air. Serene acceptance of things left a chasm between us. I wonder if it can ever be bridged? "Remember, Anne," said Jim, Just as he was departing for Anthony Norrey's office, "this Is the night of Virginia's first dinner In her new home. You want to look your best. Buy yourself a marcel wave or a facial massage or any little trifle that will pretty you up." As he spoke I noticed him fum bling under his overcoat. On his final word he tossed something on the table and then limped hastily across the room and slammed the door. I crossed to the table and gingerly picked up what he had left there. It was a ten-dollar bill. Taking the bill between my thumb and forefinger I carried it to the bedroom and deposited it in the box where Jim keeps his studs and links. Then I examined myself in his shav ing mirror. It showed me a haggard and worn reflection. Hourly and grimly I did my work. Methodically I finished It—though I longed to rush out of my apartment —anywhere away from its memories. Directly my work was over, I looked up our canteen lieutenant in the phone book, called her number and made an .appointment for the early afternoon. At 2 I found myself ringing the lieutenant's doorbell. I was ushered into a dreadful mausoleum of a room belonging to a period now dead and interred. This cruel survival was about thirty feet long by twelve wide —dark and shadowy, with stiffly up holstered black walnut and worn green velour furniture glowering at dark woodwork, while massive glass prism chandeliers threatened to burst into light and reveal the room yet more horribly. Of course the woman who lived in this room couldn't put up with deep- Daily Dot Puzzle 33 34 32 *, • 2 . 9 3o 3. * 26 • ' 27 * 39 *37 4i( • Mo J -15 .12 *4s 4, • •, Q . *l3 * #44 25? 14. v *46 " \Y 4.20 % 'll .4, J •jl so k * £* + * sz ) M 3 * 5* V V- f® Draw from one to two and so on to the end. chested, red-headed, flamboyant, vividly conspicuous Carlotta Sturges. I wondered if she could put up with me for daring to come and plead Carlotta's cause. Presently my host ess came in and greeted me with an aloofness that matched her dark dark room. "You wonder why I came," I burst out. "Not at all," returned the other indifferently. "Well, I'll tell you quickly. Last night Carlotta Sturges told me she had been transferred to another unit. I've an idea that means she will just be—dropped. And I've another Idea —that you'll feel differently about it when I've told you a little episode that occurred yesterday." "My dear Mrs. Harrison," returned our lieutenant, patiently, "surely you can't think there is anything— personal—ln Miss Sturges' transfer." I decided to seize the bull by the horns. "How can anyone escape a per sonal reaction to—all her paint and powder and breezlness. Why, yes terday I was snobbish and ashamed when she took charge of me," I add ed, honestly. "I'd only seen her once before, and I didn't want to be Iden tified with her. I was almost snippy to her. but she went right on smooth ing my path. , "Then a girl handed me a dosen boxes of clgarets—Just a strange girl —she tossed them in and ran. Car lotta Sturges saw it. She ran quickly before any one else, caught me get ting ready to give that anonymous gift to our boys, and flung them in the wastebasket. Then she told me to take the credit —so you'd think I was trustworthy, instead of the lit tle goose I actually was, to take In those smokes" The lieutenant nodded to me and smiled. "Do you know that I have have you transferred for carelessness like that?" "Yes, I do. And so did Carlotta Sturges. She probably knew also that she—was slated to —go. And she didn't use the bit of work that might have saved her—and con demned me.' Again the lieutenant smiled. And I thought a stray sunbeam ventured through the heavy plush portieres and touched a glass prism—so that a little rainbow lighted the chan delier. "Our canteen is going on for maybe two years. M'-s. Harrison. And we need devoted workers who won't lose Interest Just because the great tenseness of the actual war is gone," she said. "I shall phone Miss Sturges at once. Thank you for your loy alty." X seized her hand in both of mine, and then I rushed out with a choked good-by. As I stumbled up the street with misty eyes, a vivid thought came flashing out to greet me. Certainly from now on Carlotta Sturges and X would be friends. And how was Vir ginia going to take that? What would that friendship mean to Car lotta —and to Pat Dalton? To Be Continued Bolshevism May Hit Here, Says Russell New York, Jan. 13. —A real dan ger exists, says Charles Edward Rus sell, that Bolshevism will spread to the United States. It is not a dan ger of revolution or anarchy, of at tempts actually to overthrow the government of permanent upheaval —Mr Russell, who is searching stu dent of social affairs in all coun tries, as well as in Russia and in America, can see no such proba bility here in the threat of events abroad. But it is a peril of the adoption by some American workingmen of Bolshevist philosophy, the danger of the infiltration of Bolshevist ideas. 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She said: "It would make a corking good plot, the boy finds a heap of 'mush notes' she had written to his father in college, then he discovers he has really been In love with a sweet young thing all along." Some one groaned, and said that situation was very reminlsoent of the French farces of the lost gen eration. And two ladles present, who had never married, but were wed ded to art, said they were glad of it, and that the responsibility of bringing up a boy and getting him through teething, college and his first dinner Jacket would have been too much for them. Then every one looked solemn and stared at the electric fan and re membered the nice things about "Little Archie" when he was In knickerbockers. "Little Archie" was the victim of the widow's fifty seven varieties of cuteness, and we all felt that some sort of an expeditionary i ' ' ( When you've eaten Holsum Bread for a long time, and you've always liked it, and it's always been the same high standard of quality never varying always baked the same way always wholesome —always easily digested When every member of your family has eaten Holsum bread as long as you have— There isn't any reason in the world why you should not keep on eating 1 HOLSUM Fi-i kP PA TV prepared to Hja B M B Kf Bread let us know once SOLD AT ALL GROCERS We do Not Deliver to Houses By Wagon Direct from the Bakery. Schmidt's Bakery Formerly Acme Baking Co., 13th & Walnut St. I * I torce ought to he sent to rescue him without delay. Then the door opened and in walk ed little Archie's mother, looking ra diant. If she had got her lamb into the diplomatic corps, or secured uix *- urne iie pension she could not have appeared more delighted. ' Now don't all look as if you had not been discussing the alleged fam ily tragedy," she begun. Archie's mother has the discerning frank ness that comes from the country west of the Rockies, and the truth fulness of her attack is often as startling as an epigram. "I want to say,' she began, with a directness that is characteristic of her well-known blizzard state, "that I regard a widow us a highly valu able post graduate course to the kin dergarten. A boy of twenty is bound to fall in Jove. It is as In evitable as the safety razor we give him about this time." Everybody looked uncomfortable, the liosiess ordered iced tea, but the lady from the blizzard state con tinued: "And a widow is the ro mantic equivalent of the safety ra zor. She tides over a delicate no- By the time the widow has con ting himself. If my boy were not making love to her ho would bo making love to sonio girl of seven teen whom he couldn't afford to marry for years." Everybody looked less anxious over little Archie, and his mother went on: "Now, I don't even have to invite the widow for tea, she Is teaching my boy beautiful manners, and she considers herself amply re paid by having him around to fetch and carry." "But I though you took such pains with his manners when he was lit tle?" some one Interrupted. "Yes. I taught him not to sprawl over everything, and to take his hat off and things like that, but I couldn't teach him how to talk and how to make himself agreeable, how to match up with other men, be cause they have to go to that kind of a school away from home." "I hear he is not the only one," uaid the writer of short stories. "You will find there, about every boy who graduated in June," Arch ie's mother continued. "She likes them young—about frying size. I dare suy the mother of every Ban tam that goes there Is as grateful to her as I am. She will never marry again—she enjoys the role of pro fessional widow too well. In the meantime she runs the kindergar ten." The lady with the masculine mind who computed statistics said: "Young boys' minds seem to be made chiefly of elbows, they are all angles and large knobby Joints. And the widow is welcome to all of them as far as I am concerned. "The widow will bring him through that stage beautifully," Ar chie's mother, continued, "and when he falls in love with some nice girl she will wonder where he got his tact, suavity and knowledge of the world. Very likely she will resent the widow and be Jealous of the part she played In her husband's education without ever acknowledg ing her immense debt of gratitude." "No women is ever grateful to an other for that sort of rescue work. Second wives—a notoriously spoiled class—are never properly grateful to the first who broke in the frac tious colt and taught him to be bridlewise," one of the spinsters spoke up. But the second always feels she might have been better without a few things ho picked up from the first, like expecting strict economy and—"the second spinster began, but was Interrupted by Archie's mother, who said: "This Is purely a talk on widows and their place In the education of a young man— I havent finished with them yet. The final advantage of a widow, as a young man'j col lege education, is that she serves as a sort of Keely cure for the early matrimony habit. "By the time the widow has con? 5 ferred on them the degree of B. A. A.— which is more comprehensive than the college ranking, and means Bachelor of the Art of being Agree able—he won't want to marry every girl he dances with. His taste will have been formed and he won't be the pitiful object described in Sev enteen.' " "You are so enthusiastic over them that one would think you were a widow yourself," some one said. 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