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. Still, we
have thrashed that all out too
often to renew the discussion now.
If you want to encourage his at
tentions why, you will do so, I sup
pose."
Mildred shrugged her shoulders.
"He's a good sport," she affirmed.
"And so am I. Therefore, I mean
to get all the fun that comes my
way."
Honora steadied her voice before
asking—"what about Arthur?"
"Well, what about Arthur?" the
other parried.
BETTIR THAN CAI.OMEL
Thousands Have Discovered
i Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets
'i are aHarmlessSubstitute
Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets—the sub
stitute for calomel—are a mild but sure
laxative, and their effect on the liver is
almost instantaneous. They are the re
sult of Dr. Edwards's determination not
to treat liver and bowel complaints with
calomel. His efforts to banish it brought
out these little olive-colored tablets.
The pleasant little tablets do the good
that calomel does, but have no bad after
effects. They don't injure the teeth like
strong liquids or calomel. They take
hold of the troubleand quicklycorrect it.
Why cure the liver at the expense of the
teeth? Calomel sometimes plays havoc
withthegums. Sodo strong liquids. It
is best not to take calomel, but to let Dr.
Edwards' Olive Tablets take its place.
Most headaches, "dullness" and that
lazy feeling come from constipation and
a disordered liver. Take Dr. Edwards'
Olive Tablets when you feel "loggy"and
"heavy." Note how they "clear"clouded
brain and how they "perk up" the spirits.
10c and 25c a box. All druggists.
' Is Your Evening Dress
Ready For Any Occasion ?
It ought to be.
Perhaps it has been laid away
for a time on account of the lack
I "j| of occasion which naturally [Ay
: came with the war—
But the war is over and people
are getting back to normal times
and relaxing. 1
Let us dry clean your evening !
dress and put it in trim for the
next "affair." You'll be so de- !
lighted with its fresh appear
ance!
i The cost is too slight to talk .
about.
We'll Deliver All Work
Promptly.
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<l Sight.
Seating herself by an open win
dow, she leaned back in a great
chair and, in spite of her anxiety,
found herself becoming drowsy.
Closing her eyes she let her thoughts
drift aimlessly. She did not know
that she had fallen asleep until foot
steps on the varanda startled her
wide awake.
Peering out, she saw a couple
standing at the top of the steps.
The screen of vines on the veranda
hid them from the street, but not
from the observer at the window.
As Honora looked she saw Tom
Chandler gather her little sister to
his breast and kiss her passionately
again and again.
Honora caught her breath in hor
rified amazement. Then Milly and
Tom were engaged! If not, Milly
would strike him, order him away,
rush from him Into the house.
But, Instead, Mildred laughed
softly as the man released her.
"Naughty boy!" she chlded. "You
knocked my hat all crooked."
Honora waited to hear no more.
She felt like an eavesdropper. She
was also frightened horribly
frighhtened. That her fear was at
less gripping.
something intangible made it no
Running out into the hall, she
fung open the front door. As she
did so the pair on the veranda were
just speaking their good-nights.
By the hall light Honora could see
that the man's face was
Sp was Mildred's, and both of the
young people were laughing.
Good evening, Miss Honora!" Tom
greeted her with mock formality. "I
return your sister to you safe and
sound. We've had a delightful eve
ning. That show we went to is well
worth seeing."
"Wont you come in?" Mildred
suggested ns Honora replied, stiffly,
"Oh, no, thank you! It is too late.
Good night."
When he had gone the sisters
were facing each other in the hall,
Honora asked a blunt question.
"Milly, are you engaged to Tom
Chandler?"
The girl colored even more deeply
than before. "I can be if I want to
be," she boasted. "But I must think
it over. But. Honora, he certainly
is smitten with me. He Just told
me that there is not another girl
in the world that he gives a hand's
turn for. He says I have spoiled
other girls for him —he finds them
so different from me. I may end
by caring for him—who knows?"
(To be Continued.)
Ratisbon in State of
Siege; Deaths in Revolt
By Associated Press
Basle, Jan. 13.—Numerous per
sons were killed or wounded in
Ratisbon, Bavaria, during fighting
Friday. Five hundred state railway
employes had to be called upon to
restore order. A state of siege was
proclaimed.
Bringing Up Father - Copyright, 1918, International News Service - By McManus
MAiE It) PHONIN- Hg| "fES-tIENO SOME FINE /-v HELLO "lt> THlb BIFFANYi WM. WANT "YOG TO H/VVE Rffll /
IVCNOER WHAT IT IB) LETTUCE AND f \ L L L ' WU - L TO<J SEND AN EXCEPTIONALLY NICE c~—' W, FIDO'S OIRTWDAY- *— *
ABOUT? Willi THE VERN ftEST LAND I 4 1 <SOI -0 CHAIN l' OINNE.P. -ITt> 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. And that, he adds emphati
cally, would not only result in labor
disturbances; It would be a calamity
for the working men themselves as
well as for the country as a whole.
For Bolshevism offers no possi
bility of advance for labor. It of
fers no possibility of advance for
any one, of progress of any kind.
Mr. Russell calls it "autocracy's
twin brother," and while he points
out the undeniable allurement that
it may have for minds already dis
contented, We explains at the name
time its complete fallaciousness, Its
denial of democracy and its failure
<0 "work."
■
| For Burning Eczema
Greasy salves and ointments should
not be applied if good clear akin, is
wanted. From any druggist for 35c, or
$l.OO for large sire, get a bottle of zemo.
When applied as directed It effectively
removes eczema,quickly stops itching,
and heals skin troubles, also sores,
burns, wounds and chafing. It pene
trates, cleanses and soothes. Zemo is
a clean, dependable and inexpensive;
antiseptic liquid. Try it,as we believe
nothing you have ever used is as effect*
ive and satisfying.
The E. W. Kose Co, Cleveland, a
LITTLE TALKS BY
BE A TRICE FAIRFAX
A group of women were sympa
thizing over the affliction of an ab
sent friend—her only son, who was
just twenty, had fallen Into the
clutches of a widow.
The woman doctor did a little
mental arithmetic and computed
that the lady In question must be
twenty years the boy's senior.
The writer of short stories had a
distinctly obituary note as she re
marked: "They often go like that
in the first flower of their youth."
The statistician a terrifying wo
man who computed things for the
Government that ran into the bil
lions —began an appalling talk that
commenced: "Statistics now prove
that the average male begins his ro
mantic iife by falling in love with a
woman twice his age"
When I awakened with a start the
woman playright had the floor. 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.
"The lady from the blizzard state
looked reminiscent: "Once upon a
time," she said, "I was a widow—l
did a great educational wotk for
many women's sons. It Is only fair
that some other should do the Bame
for mine."
COVEIM
WITHPIMPIIS
Itched Something Awful. Was Not
Able to Work. Cuticura Heals.
"In one week my arms were covered
with pimples. The pimples came to a
head, and were scattered,
and they were large and
red. Some were soft and
eefc others were hard. My
ym ft) arms Itched something
awful and I was notable
J l , to do all the work I used
to - 1 lost rest.
"I used Cuticura Soap
and Ointment, and I used two cakes
of Cuticura Soap and four boxes of
Cuticura Ointment when I was healed."
(Signed) Miss Frances Creshkoff,
2030 S. 9th St., Philadelphia. Pa.
Cuticura Soap to cleanse, purify and
beautify, Cuticura Ointment to soften,
soothe and heal, are idaal for every
day toilet purposes.
■Hill lack Free be (Cell. Addrea poet-card;
"Caticere, I',p* X. Bectee " Snld everywhere.
Seep 26c. Ointment 24 end 60e. Tel rum 26c.