" When a Girl Marries"
By AXX LISLE
A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing
Problem of a Girl Wife
CHAPTER CCLXXXIIT. \
Copyright. 1919, King Feature Syn- J
dicate, Inc.
"My poor little girl: My poor !
frightened little girl," cried Jim,
flinging himself down at my side. ,
"Have you wondered why I was
neglecting you why I let you suf- j
fer and didn't come? Arc you all ;
right, Anne?"
Without seeming to notice t al.
Jim gathered me in strong arms
and crooned over me as if I were a |
baby.
"Val took good care of me, I [
explained, feeling horribly hurt and
Piqued at all Jim had let me suffer
from the time I missed him at the
office to the awful moment when ;
Kane and Val rescued me from the ,
drug-maddened thing Dick XX est
had become.
Jim held me close.
"Friends like Lane and Val aren t j
to be valued lightly—are they?" he |
asked. "Nothing we could ever do !
tor them would be too much, would ,
it?" , i
"No." I vowed gratefully. 'I j
don't think I can ever repay Val for j
to-night."
I looked over to Val. hoping that
my eyes would convey some of the
feeling her kindness had inspired j
in me. But gone was my quiet, j
competent, kindly nurse, and in her !
place had reappeared Val the indo- !
lent and exotic, who sat smiling at
us cryptically from narrowed,
sphinx-like eyes. I wondered if the j
gentle woman I had imagined her j
when she ministered to me. was '
only a figment of my tortured
imagination.
"After I phoned Lane X jumped ,
into a taxi and hustled up here. ;
Went straight to vour apartment."
explained Jim with a nod to Val. i
"Found Lane there with West. Esq.
Settled his hash in ten minutes. And
then flew to my sick girl."
My heart gave me a twinge then '
almost as bad as those my ankle
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TUESDAY EVENING,
1 had been causing me. While I lay
< there in pain, with Val and a strange
i doctor working over me. Jim had
j stopped to settle a business matter.
! Business first, then his wife. This
was almost as bad as it had been in
{ the old days when there was always
j another woman to worry me. Only
now had a more dangerous rival,
j because it concentrated Jim's atten
' tion. Business, success, the con
fusion of his enemies—these were
the things that counted with Jim.
After my months in a fool para
dise, dreaming I was all in all to
1 Jim. this moment revealed to me
j clearly that I never could Vie every
thing to him. I held my lips tight
together, fearful lest some word of
my disappointment and hurt leak
] out before Val.
"I guess my big brown bear's
i waiting for me," said that young
j woman, rising indolently and smil
ing in her usual challenging man
j ner at Jim. "And as Anne has her
: man to take care of her, nursey will
i run along."
"Xlere's your B. B. 8.," sounded
| Line's voice from the doorway.
I "Come to call for his girl and to see
: how Jimmie's girl is getting on.
That drug-eating scoundrel has
j crept off afraid of his shadow, Anne.
| Nothing more to worry you. Jim
| and I took care of him—plenty, be
| tween us. So rest up. little in
valid."
With a parting interchange of
! sympathy from the Cosbys and of
i grateful appreciation from us, Lane
' and Val left. Jim came back from
seeing them to the door and fell
upon the ice-pack in a systematic
| manner.
"Tell me about Dick West," I
| pleaded.
i But Jim was adamant.
"Not tonight. little lady." said
' he. offering me a white tablet and
: a glass of water.
' After that the night was a series
of dozings and wakings to pain, and
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ireadjustment of the ice-pack and j
doses of the sedative the doctor had
left. It wasn't until morning- that I
was considered able to listen to the
story of how Lane and Jim had
"called West's bluff", as my husband j
put it. They had laughed at bis I
threats, had presented a solid and j
completely united front and insisted ;
that nothing he could say or do
would stop them from sending ex- j
perts to examine the properties |
where West claimed to have started j
drilling for oil and to have located i
a "gusher" or two.
"Oh, Jim aren't you afraid?" I
began.
"Of what, little scare-cat?" he i
bantered.
"Why. he kept threatening things I
last night. Lane and Yal. And he j
was trying to kiss me when they |
came. And he said he'd make it so j
hot for Lane he'd have to leave this I
district and then he'd ruin you
when your backer was gone."
"He tried to kiss you! Threatened
you. did he? The dirty rat! Do
you think I'll spare him now? What
have I to fear? Lane isn't taking
water, so I certainly don't have to.
We'll put West and his phony stock
out of business. But if we didn't
Anne don't you see what would
happen? This fake stuff of his wells
; being located right in the district
where our wells are drilled might
discredit us. We've got to drown
this rat."
"I'm kind of sorry for him." I
found myself saying unexpectedly.
"Just like a woman," laughed
Jim. "Quit worrying now and tend
to getting that ankle back in shape,
This is a great gamd we're playing
i with West. As exciting as craps."
J The old. dangerous glitter came
1 to Jim's eyes.
j "You like the gamble." I breathed
j with a terror-stricken fear.
"You bet your sweet life I do!"
! cried Jim. "This whole game I'm in
| is a gamble, and the fellow who has
! a good poker face and a fine sport
| ing disposition wins no matter
I what cards the other fellow holds.
' West's beaten. And if any other
! fellow gets in rwy way, he'll have
!to take a beating, too. Like the
i gamble? It's the greatest game in
the world, little lady. And Jimmie
I & Co. are in it to stay."
To be continued
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THE LOVE GAMBLER
By Virginia Terhune Van de Water
CHAPTER XLVIII. ]
Copyright, 1919, Star Company.
The festivities of the evening |
j were well advanced when Desiree.
I glancing at the clock, noted that [
} it would soon be time to repair to '
the dining room for refreshments. !
! She had told Smith that she would I
j send him word when to get the j
punch ready.
I The two musicians she had ,en- |
gaged had begun to play a waltz, i
j Helen Goddard caught her eye and ]
hurried forward.
"What do you want?" she 'asked. !
I "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes," Desiree replied gratefully, j
I "I promised this waltz to Mr. Jet'- !
ferson, so can't leave the room. !
! Tell Smith to put the ice and fruit i
into the bowl and pour the punch |
in at once, please. We shall want'
it in less than a half hour. V
"I suppose it is flavored all right,
and everything?" Helen asked.
| "Try and see, and if not, doctor
| it up to suit your own taste," the
• hostess directed hastily, as she saw
> Walter Jefferson advancing.
"You are looking very lovely to
j night," he remarked. "The last
! time I had a chance to talk with
I you you were quite indignant with
| me because I suggested your chauf
: feur was a slacker. Should I apol
' ogize?"
The words were said jestingly, i
j but they embarrassed the girl,
i "That is hardly necessary," she i
j said. "Smith needs no apology. He J
i has already been In France and
i ! has done his share."
] "Ah?" Jefferson appeared inter
| ested. "Then I confess T did him |
|an injustice. I thought he was an
j Irishman who was willing to escape !
j the service."
i i "I scarcely see how you could
have fancied that of an Irishman,'
3 Desiree retorted. "The Irish are
j not conspicuous at any time for
j lack of courage."
j Jefferson laughed. "It is evi
i dent." he teased, "that your chauf
• four's valor is a tender subject with |
i you. I have no doubt that he is a j
fine chap."
A Cool Rejoinder
"He is an excellent driver," was |
the cool rejoinder. "Beyond that, I
what he is is of no importance— j
is it?"
Jefferson felt snubbed. It was J
odd that the only rebuff this charm- j
ing girl had ever administered to
him had been when he criticized a
man in her father's employ. What
was there about this fellow that '
had awakened his own interest as !
well as that of Samuel Leighton's
daughter?
Meanwhile the subject of this '
conversation was in the pantry pre
paring the punch for the guests of
the evening. By .him stood Helen
Goddard. She had tasted the mix
ture and found it very acid.
"When the fruit is added it wfll
be too sour for words," she com
plained. "Ask Annie to bring the
sugar in here, please. Smith."
"I will get it myself," he said.
"Annie is busy with the salad."
He went into the kitchen. When
he returned with the sugar canis
ter Helen would have relieved hwu !
of it. hut he demurred.
"Pardon mo. Miss Goddard but
you might splash the liquid on your
gown—and it will take the eoler
out. Let me attend to this. Firat
of all I must put the fruit in—.
| mustn't I?"
"Yes," she agreed. "But first
j of all take off your coat."
He hesitated. "Do so. Smith," I
I she insisted. "And pin this in front I
j of you." i
Taking one of Annie's aprons I
I from a hook she held it toward him. I
"Really," he protested with a |
: laugh, "I do not need it."
Helen smiled coquettishly. "I air. !
I quite sure," she said, "that you 1
| have never done this kind of work I
| before, or you would know that j
i you should wear an apron. You |
j are neither a professional butler ncr i
j chauffeur."
It was a daring remark, and she
| waited breathlessly for his reply. j
To her chagrin, her companion i
j made none. Only with an "Excuse '
j me!" he removed his coat and j
i pinned the apron about his waist, i
I Then, in silence, he nut the fruit.;
I into the bowl sweetened the pun-b I
and started to "our it upon the ice. I
A Battle of Wits
"Wait!" Helen said. "Let me |
| taste it."
"Is it all right?" he asked when |
she had sipped a spoonful of the j
. liquid.
"Perfect. Pour it in."
He did as he was bid. hut no '
quickly that some of the punch ;
splashed over one of his cuffs. ' !
"Oh!" Helen ejaculated, seizing a
towel. "Let me wipe that off."
] She caught his wrist and rubbed
i.the wet spot briskly. As she did
i so the cuff turned in her hand,
i bringing to her sight the gold links
: fastening it.
"What a stunning monogram!"
i she commented.
But the man Jerked his wrist
away.
"This is no work for you, Miss
j Goddard." he protested, adjusting
; the cuff and starting to put on his
coat.
Helen giggled. "You have your
| apron on still, Smith," she reminded
| him.
"So I have!" he said confusedly
I Then, as he removed it, he added,
I "I am glad your pink gown did not j
j got that shower of punch. It would j
■ have ruined it.
"It is thanks to you that it did j '
I not," she said. "For a chauffeur ;
! you have a wonderful tact and j
thought for others. By the way," j
! challengingly. "If your name ia I
! Smith, how does it happen to be- j
j gin with a D? I saw a gorgeous,
j big D on that link just now."
"My first name, is David," he ex
[ plained, briefly.
i "Oh—David Smith? By the way,
I David, may 1 have another look at j
i those links?"
He pretended not to hear her. 'I j
! am afraid Miss Leighton thinks T !
jam very slow," he said, turning j
; away abruptly. "I will tell Annie
| to bring the salad in immediately."
To be continued.
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Swift Current, Sask., Aug. 26.
"An acre of wheat for politics,"
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it means that Canadian co-operative
farmers will contribute the money |
. from one acre of wheat to a politi- 1
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! to the Dominion House of Commons
1 and enforce the farmers' demand for
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| Polities is the big issue of co
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| throughout Canada. Having placed
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uniform appraisal and sale of farm ;
lands, through the United Grain
Growers Securities Company, the
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BE A TRICE FAIRFAX
iUe dreams of youth! Who has the i
I heart to crush such beautiful, irides- i
| cent imaginings? I have seen as many j
! eases of their coming true as of their j
| failure to materialize; and to para- I
I phrase a famous line, it is better to i
| have dreamed and lost than never to j
have dreamed at all.
But there is a great difference be- I
tween one big, constructive dream that j
exclusively occupies the mind and a !
whim held for a little while, only to :
j be replaced by another one.
I If I can judge by the many letters j
I from young girls I receive, the fav- j
| orite, obsessing dream of girlhood to
, day is that of being a great movie j
actress.
One girl writes me: "I am tak- j
ing a commercial course in school. I
get good marks in everything, but
when 1 finish and go to be a sten
ographer 1 know I shall never be in
terested in my work. I cannot keep
my mind on my books. I am not in
love, but I want to oe a movie star.
I saw Miss Pickford in a play the
other evening, and I know I could have
taken a part like that in a picture and
proved a success. All my fife I have
hoped and longed to go on the stage."
There are thousands of girls all over
the country, my dear, who are dream
ing the same dream. But they can
| not. of course. a,l be great screen stars,
i Perhaps a few of the number will
I be. but a very, very few. The percent
age of successes will be extremely tiny,
when you consider the multitude of as
pirants. And what is the reason?
At first glance the answer would
se< m to be that the chosen few are
i either lucky above their fellows, or
else that exceptional opportunities
came their way.
But what is luck, good or bad? If
wo could get at the secret mental pro
j cesses of people we should find the
I answer. Their inward vision what
| Plato called "the eye of the soul"—
] ia turned unwaveringly in a certain di
rection, either toward disaster or suc
cess. They hold, perhaps without be
ing completely aware of it. a mental
picture of themselves which will in
evitably come into manifestation.
The opportunity comes to them lie
cause there is something in them
selves which has created it.
Let us say that a thousand girls
are. like yourself, longing to be screen
stars. The large proportion of them
i are merely looking at results. They
| argue this way :
"I am prettier than many of the
movie actresses. I am graceful. I
can dance and ride and swim and
skate. I know 1 could act. So why
shouldn't I use my talents in the pic
tures and got the rewards, the large
salaries, the beautiful clothes, the ap
plause of the world?"
But and you know there are us
ually a mountain of "huts" in the
way of every achievement beauti
ful people do not always photograph
beautiluily; and for screen purposes
your photographs must, so to speak,
so nature one better.
You must not only be graceful, but
have the art of plastic poses. And are
you sure that you possess that unde
fined and indefinable gift of screen
magnetism? 't s ihe fundamental of
all success in the pictures. It is some
rare, vibrant, o'ectric quality which Is
absolutely necessary, and, lacking it,
all your other charms are as dust.
Also, have you the power to express
nil human emotions? "Certainly," you
taml before the mirror and begin to
'register" hope, fear, joy, grief, etc.
It is highly' probable that you are
itciely making faces.
A great actress does not contort her
features nor grimace. Phe conveys the
effect of emotion. How? Ah, do not
ask me. That is the secret of her
genius, perfected by experience and
hard work.
I am not writing this to discourage
you or any one. Front the ranks of
I the thousands of girls who to-day
dream of this career will step forth the
actresses of the stage and screen of
tc-morreow. But of the many who
feel called very few will be chosen. To
this infinitesimal minority the gates of
iron will swing open.
So it is a good thing to pause now
and then in ycur dreaming and con-
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sider thu question from every side.
Very marked and special gifts for en
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exacting public are not ladeled out
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lie in an entirely different direction.
The main point, the important thing
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