I "When a Girl " By ANN USLK A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife Chapter CCXXIV. (Copyright, 1919, King Features Awidicate, Inc. vs I rushed down the path to ~v river, I couldn't hear a sound "wept the slap-slap of water against \> boat landing. When 1 came at to the water's level there stood Torn Mason, staring at the bend of the river where an upturned cance was just floating into sight. He turned to me with a quiet that seemed to belie the mad words ho had uttered a moment before, and aid. "The water starts sucking things down just below here. You'd see the canoe pulled down into the whirlpool in a second if I didn't go after it and paddle upstream to find Uie woman who screamed." He was flinging off coat and shoes he spoke, and in another mo ment he would have plunged Into current, but a shout stopped "dim. Close to the bank, tacking across stream to avoid the treach erous currents, a man supporting a woman swam toward us. Tom seemed to understand the shouts or the plan and ran at once to the boat landing. The sun was in my eyes, and for a second I wasn't able to make out the figures. Suddenly the world seemed to turn black and to whirl about me. for I saw that it was X'eal who swam laboriously toward us, and he was towing Evvy with one arm. In another moment Tom was lifting Evvy's figure to the landing, and I was helping him drag Xeal to safety. "Is she —alive?" gasped Xeal. Vigorously Tom seized Evvy and prepared to roll her over on her face, but just then Evvy stirred, opened her wide blue eyes and murmured: "Xeal, Xeal—are you all right, dear?" "Of course he is," I replied, stepping into Evvy's line of visioß. "It's you we were worrying about." Whereupon a frown puckered Evvy's brows and her face took on a sulky expression that almost made me burst out laughing, for I could imagine her muttering to herself. "Pshaw! A girl- doesn't come near drowning in such good company every day. Xow why do you have to butt in on the rescue?", In that absurd interlude, when nothing was said. Evvy and I came pretty near understanding each other. Then Xeal fell on his knees at Evvy's side and was absurdly chafing her wrists. "Can you walk, or shall I carry you?" he asked through chattering teeth. "Help me, please, dear," said Evvy, conducting herself as if her couiSn and X'eal's sister weren't there. So, with Tom and me bringing up; the rear in grave silence, we start ed on for home. Presently, when we got to the top of the river path. Evvy stopped. leaning weakly against Xeal's broad young shoulder. "You two go first. I can't walk so fast," she murmured. TELEPHONE YOUR ORDERS FOR CLOVERDALE GINGER ALE wholesale rreiaDerg s distributors 801 l 221- cornl £• Cherry St*. 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Special, $1.95 Wp GABARbINE AND TRICOTINE * SKIRTS, regular $4.00 to $6.00 values. Special $2.95 No Goods Purchased Dur ing Sale Will Be Exchanged Buy Here and I Tj Buy Here and You Buy I 9uloß You Buy Wisdy ' 8-10-12 S. FOURTH ST. For Less ' TUESDAY "EVENING, "Shan't I carry you?" suggested Tom. "Oh, no—Tommle. You and Anne go ahead and have them get hot blankets ready. I'll not give in be cause I have a dance on to-night and I wouldn't disappoint all of you for the world. Wasn't Xeal wonderful —the way he saved me?" ' I'd never seen a half-drowned per son before, but Evvy mantled in trailing yellow locks and patheti cally leaning on Xeal, looked to me more like part of a stage setting than a girl who had been saved from death at the edge pf a mill race. Xeal was quiet and solemn now. Actually, he seemed terrified as he strolled along back of us with Evvy clinging to him. I wanted to baby hint and to tell him that everything was a'l right, but the pathetic Evvy held the center of the stage and I couldn't oust her from it. To Tom I said nothing. I couldn't. We hurried up to the house breath lessly and gave our orders. Ther. I sat waiting for a moment, along with Xeal. I got it. after Tom had tucked him into hot blankets where be lay looking like a solemn young water spaniel. "Have you seen her? Is she all right. Babbs?" he asked in a tone that had peculiar weariness in it. "I was waiting outside your door to see if you were all right, lad," I explained. "Mrs. Cosby's wish Evvy and Jim too—l think." "Oh. I'm all right," retorted Xeal impatiently waving himself aside with a vague gesture. "It's Evvy who counts —poor little Evvy. It was all „ my fault, Babbs. If she'd died. I'd have killed her. I—l—we were talking and I hurt her, upset her sort of and she started to get her handkerchief or something, and then all of a sudden we were in the water. It's a terrible responsibility for a fellow I— almost drowning a girl." "Well, maybe you upset Evvy. but it seems to me that it was Evvy who upset the beat," I replied try ing to laugh it off. "She's perfectly nil right. Xow why don't you take a litt'e nap before dinner? You've nothing to worry about. You were a hero and saved her." "You think that makes up for anything?" asked Xeal sitting up among the pillows and seizing my hand. \ "Of course." I replied, pushing him down among the pillows again and kneeling with my head beside his red curls so sleek and disciplined now. Then I whispered, "X'eal, dar ling—l've such good news for you. I was with Phoebe yesterday for lunch. And I think she—l think if you were to be very nice—Oh. X'eal. laddie, what's the use of beat ing about the bush? Phoebe still i cares for you. Isn't that wonder-! ful?" With astonishing strength Neai pushed me away and turned on his side so that his face was buried among the pillows and his voice came to me muffled by the bed clothes: "Babbs. I'm all in. All In." he Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service f ' By McManus IUI I I ( DEAR DO T1 HI I ITS OUftTVENT>( FIFTH ] J--X LI 1 £ ■c : 'M l vy hoUKNOW, SORE- (L AHNIVEWW WHAT A I I YOU HAVEN'T US J 5 T " ft 1/5k / V I WHAT DAY IT'S littue <irl r HsH YOU WORM: £ it ... \ - i i " repeated. "Go way, dear, and let mo think—sleep, I mean." "Neal!" 1 murmured leaning over him. "Tell Babbs. Let Babbsie help you." There was no answ'er. So after a moment or two I tiptoed away. Before I had taken half a dozen steps down the hall I heard the key turn in the look of Neal's door. I went back and shook it, but there was no ansewr. (To Be Continued.) Daily Dot Puzzle 3 12 '! • 13 10. .14 15 • 18 17 '! • 8 7 2 - .14 5 o * 22 • 27 .23 . 2b , .24 | • 2b • 3 • 28 • 35 % * 88 • -37 * • 44 4i • 8 40 l 1 Ma. *lB *49 So < • Draw from one to two and so on to the end. "ttXHKIBBURG I3pXSKXPS THE LOVE GAMBLER By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XVIII. J | (Copyright, 1919, Star Company.) i ! More than once on Sunday even- ! ! ing, David reminded himself that a i t woman of Miss Bristol's type would not give a second glance to an ordin -1 ary chauffeur. It was necessary to his peace of I mind that he belives this. For after driving Mr. and Miss Leighton to ! White Plains and Scarsdale to make several afternoon calls, he received an order that took his breath away. ■ "Smith," Mr. Leighton said as he and Desiree stepped from the lim- j ousine, "I want you to be at the j Hotel Astor in time to bring a lady j here to supper. Daughter," to De- j siree. "what time did you tell Miss Bristol to be ready?" "At a quarter of seven," the girl j replied. Then- to David, —"Just send j in word that the car is there for j Miss Bristol. Understand?" "Yes, Miss." David touched his cap. "I understand." "As if he could misunderstand!" he mused as he drove away. He was certainly facing an uncomfort able situation. It was only 6 o'clock, yet dusk was coming on. In three-quarters of an hour it would be dark. What good wp.s the darkness in New York? , One could be seen as clearly as daylight if one stood | at the side of one's oar in front of a brilliantly lighted hotel entrance. What should he do? He was not a drinking man. Had \ he been, he might have taken a glass of whisky in the vain hope of steadying his nerves. But he had a conviction that there was a way out of every scrape, so there must be one out of this. The way upon which he decided at last was to appear remiss in his duties as the driver of a gentle man's car. Therefore—after send ing in by the doorman at the Astor the announcement that Mr. Leigh ton's car was awaiting Miss Bris tol—he returned to his seat and re mained there, his cap pulled low over his eyes, even when Miss Bris tol emerged, polited by an obse quious flunkey. He looked straight ahead while the attendant assisted the elderly j spinster to her seat and tucked the robe about her knees. When David i heard the door of the limousine ! shut he started his engine and without a backward glance, drove out to Fifth avenue. So far so good! Miss Bristol had not recognized him. But the end was not yet. As he drove up to the Leightons' house and glanced at the windows there was nobody watching for the guest. It was his place to conduct her up the steps and ring the bell for her. It was too great a risk. He dare not attempt it. Acting on a swift impulse, he sprang from his seat, ran up the steps of the house and rang the doorbell. Norah answered the summons. She smiled broadly as she saw him. "Why, hello. Smith!" she greeted him. Her face changed as she noted the stern expression on the coun tenance of the man she admired. "Good evening!" he said brusque ly. "Please announce that Mist Bristol is here." He Tries to Smile Norah gasped. "Sure I will—but it's up to you to bring her up the steps to the door. Smith." David set his jaw. "I can't," he declared. Then, with a happy in spiration, he spoke eagerly. "No rah, come down and help this lady up the steps, won't you?" "But it's not my place," she be gan. "Just to please me," he begged softly. She flushed and laughed. "Oh, all right!" she agreed. "I will, but whatever ails you—you silly thing!" He tried to smile. He must give some explanation. "I'm a bit timid with old ladies, my dear," he confided.- "You know better how to manage them than a clumsy man like myself does. So that is why I want you to come out and help this nice elderly lady into the house." Suddenly, to her husprise, his manner altered. Seizing her quickly by the arm, he ran- down the front steps with her, then-, leaving her. crossed the pavement, and sprang back into his seat while she opened the cardoor and helped the occu pant to alight. # Once seated, he looked neither to the right nor the left. In the mo ment during whichhe had been chatting with Norah. he had seen his young mistress descending the stairs to the lower hall. That was why he had gripped /Corah's arm and hastened her away before Desiree could Interpose. Although he was sure that Desiree had seen his action, that did not worry him particularly. His only fear had been that she would reach the front door before >he maid had a chance to follow "his suggestion. when Miss Bristol had disap peared Into the house, David De- Lalne sat still and waited. Had he tak-en the guest up to the front door. Miss Leighton would doubtless have told him when to return. As it was. he must now ring the bell again and ask for orders. He wished he dared to drive awa without further Instructions. But that would be unwise. Once more he rang, and again Norah appeared- J I "Oh," she said confidently, "it's good you came back. Miss Leigh ton was just rraying it was queer j you had not asked for your orders ! for to-night"— She stopped abruptly as Desiree j came out of the drawing room. "You may go," Norah," she said sharply. Then, coldly, to David: "Smith, be back here with the car to take Miss Bristol to her hotel at i 10 o'clock." After which, without another | word, she returned to the drawing i room. (To be Continued.) i DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS A PRETTY DRESS FOR MOTH ER'S GIRL • 2835—This model is good for chal lie, lawn, dimity, batiste, voile, silk, linen, percale and other wash goods. A plaited panel joins the side fronts of this model, which are ciK to form a pointed yoke over the center front. The Pattern is cut in 4 sizes: 2, 4, 6 and 8 years. Size 6 requires 3 1-4 yards of 27-inch material. A pattern of this illustration mailed, to any address on receipt of 10 cents in silver or stamps. Telegraph Pattern Department For the 10 cents inclosed please send pattern to the following address: „ Size Pattern No Name Address - ~,, City and State A Short Visit With a Lasting Memory "I never know- what to make for dessert when the maid's away," said Mrs. Martin as she glanced at the clock, and put aside her sewing. "Let me get It for you," said Mrs. Blair who was visiting her for a few days. "I'd love to do it." Dinner time came, and Mrs. Blair, who had insisted on making the des sert with utmost secrecy, left the table and returned with a rich, brown chocolate blanc mange. "Tastes even better than It looks," said Mrs. Martin delightedly. "How did you make it?" "Why it's Puddine," replied Mrs. Blair mysteriously, "wonderful Pud dine." "I insist upon knowing all about It. Where did you get it. and what is it?" laughed her friend. - "I'll tell you. I slipped out and got it as your grocer's." said Mrs. Blair. "Jack loves cornstarch pudding and if there was one thing I couldn't make, it was cornstarch pudding or blanc mange. Then I heard of Puddine." "Is it hard to make, or expensive?" interrupted Mrs. Martin. "Oh. no, indeed. All you have to do is to add milk, either fresh or con densed, and sugar, and boll fqr three minutes. Then when It's cool, you have a firm, rich mound of delicious creamy dessert. And a 16c box of Puddine will serve 15 people. "The only thing is," objected Mrs. Martin, "the children are not so fond of chocolate, and 1 guess, it's really too rich for them anyhow." "Oh. no." exclaimed Mrs. Blair. "It Isn't too rich. Why, it's so pure and wholesome you can let them have aa much as they want —and It comes in any number of flavors—rose vanllia, orange, lemon —and you can make all sorts of things with Puddine—creamy cake and pie fillings, and smooth ice cream." "That being the case." smiled Mr. , Martin, who had listened to their con versation with Interest, ."I vote for Puddine. It certainly Is good." Puddine can be had at your gro cer's! Order a box to-day! — Adv. Brain Works For Hand in Century of Machinery Among other results the world war hastened and force,i the development of machinery well nigh to the tenth power. But for the intensified im provement of labor-saving machinery humanity would despair and desist from the task of meeting the world's needs to-day. Yet less than 100 years ago men were opposing the introduc ] tion of machinery on principle, the Baltimore Sun says. The human hand is still the most wonderful and adapt able machine. But compare the re sults of the old labor and the new. A hand brickmaker. assisted by four or five helpers, can mold about 500 bricks an hour. By hard and con tinuous work through a season of twenty weeks this man would pile up to his credit 500.000 bricks. This record is, however# easily beaten by a brick-making machine, which, even fifty years ago, could press 1500 bricks an hour. The best files are still made by hand, but a great many machine-made files are passed off as hand-made. The manual worker toilfully and patient ly cuts each line of the file with hammer and chisel. Figures show that in ten working hours an industrious file-cutter de livered 46,000 blows, the majority of them with a hammer weighing seven and a half pounds, so that his total effort for the day was equivalent to moving 142 tons the distance of one hammer's stroke. The file-cutting machine delivers its powerful cuts almost 'as rapidly | When You Are Tired | I and Exhausted— | il Drink a Cold Bottle of H M Cl venl le I IH g,nger ale I I JUUBL "It Doesn't Bite" | jfj and invigorate your entire H A DELICIOUS, HEALTHFUL BEVERAGT The good work does not stop M 1 t there because CLOVERDALE 11 1 a. GINGER ALE is also a beneficial W VI tonic for the stomach, these "good '■ health" properties resulting from 9 BOTTLE -S. -CONTENTS the inimitable, perfect blending of STERILIZED is FL o i Cloverdale Mineral Water, Genu- H ine Jamaica Ginger and other pure ill C Sr c r o S UM CLOVERDALE GINGER ALE IJ i C...DL |f satisfying drink-it is an agree- ■ El able drink at all tunes "lt 'WTCN.Y SV*T CIOVEROALE MINERAL WATER Doesn t Bite —and your first i taste will prove it to be the ginger |H . a j e y OU vvqii always order by name. *LANT aw SSRINOS. *iI*VIUI.W ■| MAIM ornct BALTIMORE. Mo., U.S.A. || H I ■ ■ ■■■ II BS / Order a Case Today--Serve Cold II I 1 |BB| 818 CLOVERDALE GINGER ALE can be had in HI I I 111 cases of 24 bottles each. You can buy it by the case tfj I I BgCHBI B H or the bottle from leading grocers, d-uggists and H ■ R ItSMI I|B other places where good drinks are sold. ■J X I MRU 17 2 Full-Sized Classes to a Bottle H Wholesale Distributor. For Hnrrisbur. Drink A Bottle ° f CloVerdale Every Day D ffl Evans-Burnett Co. __ Distributor For Csrtl.lo [Kxj ra Wltmnn-Sehwars Co. w K £|| *• Freldberg. W * K ' Jon " ,(■ SB Copyrighted. 11. by ClorertUle Spring Oa JUNE 17,1919. as a sewing machine thrusts its needle up and down—that is, at the rate of 1000 or more strokes a minute. All mariner of nice adjustments ciCn be made to suit the character of the file in the machine. The result has been a great cheapening of the or dinary kinds of files. One of the very earliest successful machines re duced the cost of a file to about one eighth of that of the earicr hand made ones. Spinning by hand is now scarcely known. The Australian aborglnes twist thread with the finger and thumb as a shoemaker sometimes twists twine. A certain Norfolk lady named Pringle spun a pound of wool into 84,000 yards of thread, or nearly forty-eight miles. But this perform ance was far excelled by that of Miss Ives of Spalding, who spun, .we are told, the same weight of wool into 168,000 yards, or ninety-five and one half miles of yarn. These results are very exceptional. Ordinary spinners produced only from' 13,000 to 40,000 yards a pound. DAY AND NIGHT SCHOOL SCHOOL OF COMMERCE Fully Accredited Troup Building 15 S. Market Square Bell 485 Dial 4393 (Clip this and aend It at once tor fall Information) Gentlemen i—Plenae aend me complete information about tka aubjects I bave checked. Typewriting .... Shorthand .... Stenotypy .... Bookkeeping .... Secretarial .... Civil Service.... Name Address The latter results are well within the capacity of modern spinning ma chines. A medium count of cotton yarn contains, let us say, forty hanks to the pound, a hank being 840 yards. This gives us 33,600 yards to the pound. Envelopes were at first made by hand, but machinery waa soon adapt ed to the work. The first of these was a cutter, which cut out a pile of blank shapes at one operation. These blanks were folded and gum med by hand, the folder using a sort of bone knife. A skillful workman could turn out about 3000 envelopes a day. In a comparatively short time, how ei er, a machine was perfected which not only folded and gummed the en velopes, but embossed, pressed, counted and stacked them, and its output was about 3,000 an hour. At every turn we see the hands and the brain pitted against each other, and the brain la ever taking work from the hands to the advan tage of the world.—Knoxville Senti nel. 7
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