JJPII Readiiyj <md oil live farcaßi || IP|| JEua \ Js > m* ILJ \ II °M *' When a Gir " f Ily ANN LISLE N A New, * Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife CHAPTER CI.WII. Only a minute after I had con-1 veyed myself into the-bedroom and I safely out of the way of interfering with the hopedfor "making-tip" be tween Phoebe and Neal, Neal came striding in after me. "For pity's sake, Babbsie—don't desert nte. I can't make out her; get-up and this—this torn-foolery, j She won't spepk to n*e. Not a word | that means "anything," he said de-; jectedly. "Neal, what did you give up like j this for?" X asked in exasperation. "Why did you go off and leave liet to her own devices? 1 thought you I were a —tighter?" • "What can I do? She .goes to j the 'phone and calls up scene fel- j low named West. 1 can't stand i and listen ".Why did you let her? Why I didn't you just—grab her and'make! her listen? Oh, Neal, 1 hurried off and left you together so you'd make 1 her listen." Neal's face went brick-red. "Make her listen," he saidtsneer ingly. "I couldn't get in a wordl It was all, 'Oh, Lieutenant Hyland. i how liecoming your uniform is!" j And 'Lieutenant Hyland, aren't you just crazy about the army'." andi 'Lieutenant Hyland, do excuse me! while I explain things to the man your sister out off so oddly.' 1 DAY AND NIGHT-SCHOOL SCHOOL OF COMMERCE Fully Accredited Troup Building 15 S. Market Square Bell 485 ' Dial 4393 < f'lip tliix and s*nd it nt onro for full Informn t inn > Oentlmtn I—PCjitr .send nip complete iiifoniiatinn aliout th% subjects I have checked. Typewrit! nit .... Shorthand .... Stenotypy .... Hookkeepintt .... Secretarial ... t'lvll Service.... Aame . . . • • \ddrcss Carter's Little Liver Pills Yoo Cannot be A Remedy That Constipated AUI . U .| Makes Life and Happy Worth Living SattflPOl 1 PILLS. 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"Dad came to camp and gave it back to me. I couldn't stand hearing him preach, so 1 begged him to let it go at that, and he did, though lw would insist on say ing it was M tV. Dalton who sent it back." "It was.'V I asserted, simply. "Yeah, Mrs. Dalton. . , .Vir ginia always runs Phoebe. Looks like she was doing it now." sneered Neal in tones I'd never before heard him use. "And that's nil there- is to the story?" I asked, incredulously. "You didn't even write?" Neal dropped his arms eloquently to his sides and gave it to nte straight: "1 couldn't. But I thought she'd write. And when sh'e didn't I—l felt* worse than ever,, and after I got over the first soreness I was so darn busy looking for the of iicers' camp, and then I had to hunch myself so hard at camp fori fear I'd bo busted out. And I kindal Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service - J*- By McManus ILL PRETEND I'M j I I 11 HERE ?>HE COMES * V/H Y -DEAR.• V7HM* OH 1 I HAS/P* A. TC-OO,™, DON'T WORRY- DFAP> I SMITH-? HouJt Wrm ■' t_y > V WLL HAVETOCiO TELL too the smiths W ' forgot—first the soreness, and then I Phoebe." i "Poor little kid!" X exclaimed in ! voluntarily. j "Oh, I'm a" man—l'll bear it!" said Neal grandiloquently, but gulp- I ing a bit on his words. "I mean—poor little Phoebe!" 1 | said slowly. Xeal laughed shortly. "Well, she seems to he taking (care of herself all right. Not eating her heart out, or missing any eld friends, or anything." I went over and reached my hands up to my young brother's shoulders.. "You've never been a woman. And nothing I can say will tell you how it hurts—how it have hurt, Phoebe," I corrected my self hastily, "to be treated- indif ferently. Why didn't you write and protest against the return of Mother's ring? Why did you just j take it and let her sit and wait and wait to hear from you?" "H'm! That's all very fine sound ing," grunted Xeal, "but how d'you know she—-sat and waited? Looks like it—doesn't it?" "fill. Xea', Xeal-hoy, I told you you couldn't understand! P.ut wo men are educated to believe that men tire of them easily. And right under Phoebe's eyes, Virginia had gone through goodness knows what unliappirtess. So is it very amazing, after all, that when you neglected her and were so calm about accepting dismissal that Phoebe—accepted it, too?" "Do you mean to tell me tijat's why she calls me Lieutenant wiTv land and telephones another chap right under my nose?" demanded Xeal. "That's just what I mean!" "Well, the little mischief! I'll show her!" Xeal took a determined, tri umphant stride or two in the di rection of the door just as Phoebe HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH came hifl-tling in from the living room. And without a word, the boy caught her in his arms and strained her slim little form close against him, burying his face in her massed up curls before he put | one hand under her chin and lifted | her heart-shaped face for his kiss. In the second before I turned j away, it seemed as if Phoebe were i relaxing, giving herself to his arms i with the joy of coming home to her I real place. But in the next second I I heard a resounding smack, and a j little wild-cat of a girl whirled over ito my side. T turned back again. Neal stood with blazing eyes and face white except for the crimson I stain of Phoebe's hand on cheek and j ear. He was very quiet, a rueful half smilc on his lips. But Phoebe breathed in audible gasps. "Would you mind going out and ' giving me a chance to dress, Anne?" I she demanded when site could lind iter breath. "I've a luncheon en gagement with a—gentlenftin." j Neal turned and strode from thej •room. 1 reached my arms out to 1 I Phoebe. But with a queenly cold-, ness Virginia could never have sur-f passed, the child said: I "My dear, Anne, privacy is so lit lte to ask"— So I followed Neal to the other room. With an air of putting be hind him everything that had -oc curred so. far this morning, Neal casually inquired: "Anne, do you happen to remem ber Evelyn Mason's 'phone num ber?" (To Be Continued.) Advice to the Lovelorn Flirtation Then Friendship Dear Miss Fairfax: A short while ago I met a young man through a flirtation. #nd since then he has been calling on me stead ily. We have had quite a talk about .the way we have met and he claims that he thinks as welt of me as if he , had met me otherwise. He seems to •be a gentleman in every respect. 1 lam very much in doubt as to whether I shculd continue his friendship and ark you to kindly advise me. ANXIOUS. \\ hy r.ot. since you have grown to Pke and respect each other? I take it that you now understand how impru dent you were, and that you will avoid flirtations in the future. Cnnnot Prove ller leave Bear Miss Fairfax: About live months ago T met a| young man whom I love very much. He does not believe this because lie sees me talking and going out with Other young men. Miss Fairfax, kind-| ly advise me what I shall do to show I my love for this young man. as 1 hat< to lose his friendship. BARF. Tt seems to me almost Incredible! that a girl who roallv loves a man should he unable to convince him of it. Try again. Or can it he that vou are mistaken in the sincerity of your feeling and that what you reallv' de sire is the attention of a variety of men? DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS A SIMPLE, BUT PRETTY FROCK 2T9l—This makes a good, com-i fortable school dress, nice for ging- I ham, seersucker, percale, lawn, repp, ! poplin, gabardine, voile, or serge. The closing is at the side. The | sleeve may be finished in wrist or elbow length. The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes:.6, 8. 10 and 12 years. Size 12 requires 3% yards.of 36 inch material. A pattern of this illustration mail ed to any add res? on receipt of 10 cents in silver or stamps. ~~~™~~~' Telegraph Pattern Department For the 10 cents inclosed please I send pattern to the following | address: - Size.Patterns No Name Address City and State THE HEART BREAKER A REAL AMERICAN LOVE STORY By VIRGINIA TKIIHUN'E VAN I)E WATER CHAPTER. LXIf. Mildred Bruee stopped at a drug I store on her way home. From a : booth here she could telephone with out fear of being overheard. I She succeeded in getting speech I with Tern Chandler and learned | from hint that he was not leaving town until 11 o'clock to-night. "I would love to see you once more, kid," he assured her jo cosely. "But 1 do not intend to run into such a hornet's nest as I struck last night. That was the limit! No calling at your house just now for me!" "Of course not." Mildred agreed eagerly. "But isn't there some where we can meet just for a lit tle chat. I did* not say half I wanted to last night." "Suppose." the man suggested after a moment's thought, "that you take the AVaulelgh avenue trol ley and meet me just inside Forest Park? But 1 forgot the rain. You would get soaked." "I don't care if I do." the girl de clared. "But where would we go then ?" "We could take a little walk in the park. But suppose it Is still pouring?" "What of that?" Mildred retorted. "Raincoats and umbrellas keep one dry, not to mention rubber over shoes." She laughed excitedly. Already the gloom of the morning was dis pelled. She was going to see Tom! That was all she thought of now. * "Well, make it four-thirty and walk down the right-hand path," Tom directed. "I will meet you, sure, but I must get back in time for supper with my devoted par ents." "I will be there at four-thirty, and will walk along the right-hand path," Mildred promised. She went on home, her mind full of her plan. She did not appreciate that she was making a bid for the attentions of a man who had not cared ,to make an appointment to see her. At dinner she talked brightly Mrs. Higgins had been assisted downstairs, and sat at the table in an easy chair. She looked at Mil dred in surprise. How could she he so gay when the man she loved was wretched? Mildred was not easy to comprehend. A Pertinent Question Honora said little. She was wish ing that Mildred would call on Mrs. i Bruce, yet she dared not suggest it. Perhaps Mildred herself would pro pose it. "Are you going />ut this after noon?" Honora askod after a while. "X have an engagement this after noon," was the non-commltal reply. "Were (here many people in eliureh this morning?" the older girl inquired. "I do not. know," Mildred an "Oh!" Honora's surprise caught her off her guard. "1 thought that was where you hud gone." "I don't know why yo usliould have thought that," Mildred ob served. "Surely my first duty was to Arthur's mother. I stayed with her while Arthur was out." Honora suppressed an exclama tion of- astonishment. She had wanted Mildred to go to the Bruce home—as it was the decent and conventional thing for her to do— yet she was slightly disconcerted by the girl's statement. Only last night the betrothed pair had seemed far apart. Now Mildred had been spending the morning with Arthur's mother. "Yes," Mildred went on when Honora made no comment, "I went there. I might have remained all this afternoon, too: but when I learned you were going there I de cided to come back home." "There is no need of my going if you "can stay wilh Mrs. Bruee," Honora said quickly. "Oh, yes, there is," Mildred con tradicted: "for when I found the* you wished to go I made another engagement for this afternoon. "But if you wanted to be with Mrs. Bruce," Honora began. "Wanted to!" Mildred interrupted with a harsh laugh. "No," I thank you! T can imagine many mor> agreeable things than spending a v Sore Feet Epidemic v We've had many kinds of epidemics, but there now seems to bo a new one widely prevalent among adults. This is an epi i demic of foot troubles, an acute swollen | and painful condition of the feet, often I quite severe and accompanied with excess l sweating. The cause is attributed to I nebulae, high humidity, etc. But the im | portant thing, as its victims will hgroe, is | a remedy. This is to be had, according to foot doctors and druggists, in the pecu | liar astringent, soothing action of Cal-o-cide. when used in the foot-bath. It gives j prompt relief and lasting results and is ! simple to use. Cal-o-cide costs but a quar [ ter and each package contains little plasters i said to remove the most stubborn corn. | This is worth trying.—Adv. rainy afternoon in that depressing atmosphere. I do not envy yo.u your hours there—not one bit!" ■ To See a I-Tleml "Perhaps," Mrs. Hlggins inter posed with what she hoped was a tactful suggestion, "Arthur is com ing here." "Not if I know it!" Mildred ex claimed. "I mean —he is not com ing. 1 have no time to see him." "Where are you going?" Honora interrogated sternly, in spite of her determination not to interfere. "To see. a friend.' "Miss Jasper?" The query contained a sarcasm that Mrs. Higgins did not detect, but it brought a flush to Mildred's checks. 11 Beautiful New Easter || SI RECORDS 1 11 and MUSIC ROLLS 11 is . , il I That will bring added pleasure to your home and cheerful companionship. =; The following are especially recommended: ~ ;|p VICTOR EDISON 1j Angels Ever Bright and Fair... Bells of Joy .... Carol Singers a|| Lucy Marsh Victory, Easter Carol, Carol Singers - Unfold Ye Portals .. Trinity Choir - Easter Chimes ... Creator's Band ~ Beautiful Isle of Somewhere ... Easter Fantasia, Peerless Orchestra = X E Harold Jarvis Angels Roll the Rock Away .... E E Christ Arose Hayden Quartet Calvary Choir = j|| 5 Coming of the Year .. Church Bells Jesus Lives Calvary Choir E|p = Lord Dismiss Us . . Trinity Chimes Comfort Ye My People * P = Gloria From Twelfth Mass .... Reed Miller E w E Trinity Choir Every Valley Shall Be Exalted . . . E s Hallelujah Chorus .. Sousa's Band •• ■ • Reed Miller jjis E Joy to the World .. . Trinity Choir Hallelujah Chorus, Oratoria Chorus = m P E O Come All Ye Faithful Gloria—Twelfth Mass = W m = * Trinity Choir Gregorian Choir =: p H = Festival Te Deum, Part 1 I Know That My Redeemer Liveth 5 M H 5 Trinity Choir Julia Henry sp! = Festival Te Deum, Part 2 Trumpet Shall Sound - E |= Trinity Choir Arthur Middleton = 0 11 Music Rolls 11 ft I (With Words) | pi |p H = The Palms A Dream of Paradise Hosanna =s" Christ is Risen Today Crucifixus E ajg E Calvary Behold, the Master . = M=■ .. Passeth "Largo," Trust in the E M = Jerusalem . There is a Green .Hill Lord = 1 I 1 NaZ "" h Gates o£ • 1 K "° ™*T * | | ''M = The Plains of Peace Paradise deemer Liveth g j|| |j| = Come and hear this inspiring Easter Music. We will gladly play any and all = j|| E ' numbers you may wish to hear . 3 ffi Wi E IT UTT ""IP 5 iITIT II J.il, IroupMtisicMoose ii p I —I ■iMl imm nv. 111 i 1111 11 —' i m • = sE The Only J. H. Troup Store in the City 'APRIL' 17, 1919. "No, not Miss Jasper," she re torted. After which no more questions were asked. . . . But just before starting for the Bruce home, Honora spoke of a mat ter that had slipped her mind. She disliked to risk an altercation, but she had failed to deliver a message entrusted to her. "When Arthur telephoned to me this neon," she ventured, "he said there would be places in the coaches to take us to the cemetery after the flingral to-morrow. 'But perhaps he told you?" "He did not," Mildred said curtly. "And I am not going to the funeral." "Oh, Milly—you will have to!" "I am not going," the girl repeated, "unless 1 change my mind. I may always do that. But, Honora, that is a matter to be settled between Arthur and myself." "1 beg your pardon for interfer ing." Honora said coldly. "I will try to grant it," was the ironical rejoinder. ".NOBODY HOME" WITH HIM "Why didn't you send your mar to mend my electric doorbell, as yot promised ?" "He did go, madam; but as In rang three times and got no answei he concluded that there was nobods home."—From the Boston Tran script. THE PACIFIST "You say your husband is a paci list. Dinah?" "1 sure does, sah." "What's make 'you think so?" "Well, sah, de man will novel carry a razor when he tends a party sah." - f JT) Soothe Your Itching Skin Vp \ With Cuticura Soap 25c. Oinlami rjc ft S!V 7
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