11 Iffjjgl 18ISfe " When a Girl Marries" By ANN 1.151.K A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problem of a Girl Wife CHAPTER CCLXXXVIII CCiipyright, 1919, King Feature Syn dicate, Inc.) 'Hid you notice something funny lJ>t night?" asked Jim, the day after our visit to Fat Dalton's apartment. "About you, our host or the world in general?" I parried. "About your hubby—and the way he couldn't get up his nerve to let on to Pat that the news of the purchase of the Harrison estate and its transfer to Virginia had reached his ears." replied Jim. "I never thought of it," I con fessed. "I took it for granted that you and Neal had talked it all over with Pat." "Can't answer for the kid, but I've never let out a peep " "Xo, and you're not letting out a peep about a more important sub ject. That's a way you have, Jim," 1 replied in irritation and unhappi ness that would not down. "Meaning? Oh—yes, I know. I ought to apologize for the way I fussed about your slippers and didn't show a mortal bit of sym pathy for the sprained ankle. Well, that goes without saying. But I'll say it, dear. I was a brute. And when the boy was so darn sweet to Phoebe about that near-ptomaine attack of hers, I saw. I'll never hurt you like that again, dear. Xever willingly," Jim added rue fully, coming over to perch on the arm of my chair and to ruffle up the little curlsat the nape of my neek neck. "Oh, Jimmie—dear, don't make it so hard for mo to lecture you," I begged, nesting my head against his shoulder. " 'Cause I have to, dear— whether I like it or not." ' 'You may fire when ready, Grid ley,' " quoted Jim. "Now what have I done to make the wee wide ashamed of me? Wasn't 1 nice to Tommie? Or was I too nice? Go to it. Don't spare my gray hairs." The Man Who Loved Good Desserts "There goes Edith Bradford," said Mrs. Knowlton as she and Mrs. Win ton were sitting on the porch sewing one afternoon. "She and Bob cer tainly seem happy together." "I am sure they are," answered Mrs. Winton, "and that reminds me of something funny that happened before they were married. One day Edith came to nie in the greatest ex citement. "What am I going to do!" she ex claimed tragically. "Bob's mother has just told me he could live on corn starch pudding and blanc mange, and 1 simply cannot make either one." She was so serious about it, it was laughable. "Xever mind," I reassured her. "There is Puddine." "Puddine?" she questioned. "What is it?" "A most wonderful dessert—rich and creamy and luscious. "How do you make it?" said Edith. "Why, you just add sugar and milk either fresh or condensed, and boil it for three minutes. Out. it comes, after it's cool, a firm, creamy mold of lus cious, rich dessert." "Well, I'm certainly glad to know it," sighed Edith. "Bob's mother is such a wonderful cook!" "I know you'll both like Puddine," 1 said; "and it comes in uny number of flavors—chocolate, rose vanilla, almond, spice and several others. And then you can make rich, creamy pie a fid cake fillings with Puddine, and you can even make ice cream with it. "I suppose you'll finish, however." said Edith, "by telling me it's expen sive and so rich one can't eat much of it. anyhow." 1 told her that a 15c box served 15 people, and was very wholesome. Shortly after she was married I was talking to her again, "Oh, Mrs. Winton," she said, "how can I ever thank you? Puddine is wonderful. Bob raves about my desserts, and Puddine has done it all." Order some Puddine from your gro cer to-day!— Adv. ASK. FOR and GET Horlick's The Original Malted Milk For Infants and Invalids Avoid Imitations sod Substitutes ENROLL NOV/ IN THE SCHOOL OF RESULTS The largest and best in Harrisburg—the Standard, Accredit ed Business College—the School that MUST and does pro mote individually; that MUST keep strictly up-to-date in every respect—the School selected by the people who can not be led blindly; the thinking people, who demand facts, truth, and proof— not camouflage. Any MISREPRESEN TATION or violation of methods, etc., would cancel our connection with the National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools of the United States. THINK—DECIDE Term Opens—Day School, August 25 and Sept. 1 NIGHT SCHOOL, SEPTEMBER 1 Uniform Rate of Tuition to All School of CoLimerce J. H. Troup Building, 15 S. Market Square BELL 485 DIAL 4393 TUESDAY EVENING, "Please, Jim," I begged. "You know just as well as I do"— r "Oh, you mean going to Pat's. Nok look here, Anne, I'm in wrong with Virginia anyway, but she can't boss and henpeek nye, and run the world so that I cut Pat off my vis iting list just when 1 find how all wool and yard wide he is!" "{ don't moan going to Pat's. Though I did think that a little ill advised. I meaiwl mean the dice. Your gambling. Oh, Jimmie, if you ' could see how it gets you, how it distorts you! Your fine, strong, sinewy hands look like talons when you grip that little cup. And you crouch over the table—like some thing sinister. My Jim goes. It almost kills rne. It frightens me. It frightens me, Jim!" I buried my face in Jim's shoul der and held myself well in leash to stifle the sobs that threatened to come in spite of me. Jim stiffened and drew away irritably. "Cut out the sob-sister stuff!" he said, gruffly. "I'm a man —■ not a bo.v, Anne. I'm not going to perdi tion because I shake dice with a good friend now and then. And you needn't paint me in quite such gar ish colors. I don't relish such melo dramatic bunk!" "It isn't," I persisted, ill-advis edly. "If you could see yourself you'd know how the fever burns out all the real you and makes you a caricature of yourself." Jim got down from the arm of the chair and spoke drily; "I won't quarrel with you, Anne. But your lack of understanding of this interest of mine strikes me as about as unsympathetic as my fail ure to howl with grief over that ankle of yours. Don't forget the fifty-fifty stuff that's been making things go smoothly for the past month or so." "Oli, Jim, we have been happy," r said, clutching fearfully at that happiness and Jim's coattails as lie made to leave the room. "Let's not j spoil it. Don't go without kissing me. The ankle annoys me, too, be cause it wouldn't let me run after you if you tried to get away." So we kissed and made up, and Jim hurried off, leaving me to face Ihe ugly realization that again as always when I tried to pin him down to a discussion of the sinister thing which I felt threatened our happi ness, Jim had eluded me. And, again, a always when T yi-ilded to my morbid fears of Jim's passion far gambling I vi.iualizeo my own unhappy youth. The dingy hail bed rooms, the pink plush and gilt hotel suites which alternated with them, my red-eyed little mother and "Lucky Lee," dimly remembered, swaggering man, who had never been a father to me in the sense dear Father Andrew Hyland was. In the midst of my unhappv thoughts the phone rang and Carl Booth's voice came over the wire aforim with boyish eagerness: "Berbnra Anne, yr.u haven't for gotten that I'm counting on show ing you how I broil a beefsteak to night, have you?" 1 had forgotten. It flashed across my mind that I had never told Jim of this engagement which I had made without consulting him. He was on the edge of a dangerous mood, to which he felt that I and I alone had goaded him. I tempor ized a moment. "You didn't know I'd been suffer ing from a sprained ankle, did you, Carl?" "Poor little girl!" cried Carl in stantly. "Is it still very painful? I'll tell you, we'll put it off till you're all right. I wouldn't have you hurt for the world. When will you be able to come without a twinge of I win?" "To-r.ight a week," T replied, feel ing heartily ashamed of myself as I did so and wondering why it didn't seem exactly right for Carl to be so kind. "But, anyway, I needn't feel guilty, for since Daisy is left I'm not entirely breaking up your even ing." "Oh, I'll call it off with Daisy, too," said Carl care'cssly. "I'll run i'p this afternoon to see if there's anything your old pal can do for you." As I hung up the receiver I found myself Uneasily wishing that he wouldn't come, and then wondering why I wished that. But at noon t phoned Huldanej and asked Daisy to run in after the day's work was over. (To he eontinued.) Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service - By McManus I MRS. SMITH WANTS Oti TO'CALL { T1 OhMFZI [ A CUD vol 1 spf \ ON HER /ST JJjREE TOOW- f— -> WW* "I BEEHTO IF S /I MO" WE CALLED rw°s*rf HA,VE J- [L O> SSS?_ e Si' THE: J THE LOVE GAMBLER By Virginia Terhune Van rle Water CHAPTER 1.1. (Copyright, 1919, Star Company.) For a moment even Helen God dard was dumb. She was shocked that her indiscreet talk had brought about the present alarming state of affairs. Surely she might yet do some thing to avert any trouble that she had sturtcd. She knew that Walter Jefferson would hold his tongue Until he had made the threatened investigations. He said he had seen Smith at the house of a cousin in Baltimore. Helen supposed he would question this cousin as to the names' of the various guests to whom she had in troduced Jefferson. But it was hardly probable she would remem ber which of her guests of several years ago bore a name beginning with a D. In the meantime the fact remained that Helen had made Mrs. Dufticld more suspicious than ever of Smith, The widow would probably voice her suspicions to her brother. If she did the blame would rest upon Helen. Conscience-stricken, she de termined to make another effort to seal Mrs. IJuffield's lips. Meeting her in the hall she laid a detaining hand on the widow's arm. "Dear Mrs. Duffield," she mur mured, "1 want to speak just a word more to you about poor Smith. Won't you, as a favor to me, wait just a few days before saying any thing to Mr. Leighton about what I told you of Smiths assumed name? It may be all a mistake, you know. ' So it will be safer to wait. Walter I Jefferson has told nie in confidence ] that he is going to look into the whole matter. Xo harm can come of keeping this secret a little long er. You and I believe the fellow is all right. Such being the case, it would be cruel—wouldn't it?—to awaken the suspicions of his em ployer against him?" "But suppose he is not honest?" Mrs. Duffield objected. "Even if he were not,' Helen argued, "he would have no chance to take anything front any of you while performing his duties as chauffeur. It is not likely that he will lie here in the house again soon, is it?" Still Undecided "Xo, it is not," Mrs. Duffield ad DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS A STYLISH DESIGN 2920—This dress is good for ging ham, chambray, lawn, seersucker, and other cotton fabrics. It may also be developed in silk, satin, gabardine, rajah and shantung silks. Gingham with linen or pique, or foulard and organdy could be combined. Width of skirt at lower edge is about 1 5-8 yard. The Pattern is cut in 7 Sizes: 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46 inches bust measure. Size 38 requires 5% yards of 36-inch material. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10c in silver or lc and 2c stamps. Telegraph Pattern Department For the 10 cents Inclosed please send pattern to the following address: Size ....... Pattern No Name t Address ...I City and State mittcd. "I am quite certain he has not been in the house more than a couple of times since Samuel en gaged him. And, as you say, it is not probable that lie will take any thing between now and the time we lined out more about him. Yet —1 must say it does look queer.' "But, you will not speak to your j brother about it?" Helen urged. "I am sure Smith is all right." "1 hope so, the widow returned. "But, my dear, unless we learn the | whereabouts of the pendant 1 really i must speak to my brother about what you have told inc. I cannot promise not to.' Helen turned away, her heart sick within her. She had set in mo tion a train of events whose con sequence might mean the discharge | and disgrace of a man whom she had admired and about whom she had built up a very pretty little romance. What should she do? If she told Desiree what had happened, it | would only make conditions worse. I Desiree would be displeased at lind | ing that her guests had discussed ! her private matters in her own j house. it would be best not to | complicate affairs by telling her | what had occurred. The direct way was the best way. j Helen reminded herself too late. ! But one thing was left to do. She must put Smith on his guard. With characteristic impetuosity she went back to the dining room. The guests had gone, and Smith and Annie were removing the doy lies from the table. Helen spoke impulsively, j "Annie, you must be tired. I told I Miss Heighten 1 would lend a hand in here. Bun away and do some thing else. 1 will help Smith take off the doylies." "They are oil off, I thank you," David said as Annie left the room. "But it was kind of you to think of helping us with them.' "I. may as well he truthful, David," Helen begun. She stopped as she saw his face change as she used his tirst name for the second time this evening. As She Prefers "Would you prefer having me call you 'Smith?" she asked bluntly. "That must be as you prefer, Miss Goddard," he replied. "My employ ers call me 'Smith. " "Yet they know your first name, do they not?' Helen questioned. "Certainly. I told Mr. Deighton when he engaged me that my name was 'David Smith.' " Helen looked at him fixedly. She believed she had a sudden inspira tion. "You may trust me, David," she said, "so 1 am going to ask you a very plain question. Is your name really 'David Smith'?" - If David was startled, his face did not betray it. He was on his guard now. "That is my name," he said gravely, then added, with a little smile, "the name 'given me by my sponsors in baptism.' " Helen drew a breath of relief. She felt as if she saw light ahead. "Oh, lam so glad. David! And 1 believe you absolutely. I want you I to remember Uyit, please." David looked puzzled. "Thank you," he bowed. "But I do not un- . derstand why you assure me of that.' "Because I want you to remem ber it if any queer questions are put to you. Don't tell anybody I said a thing to you about this. But, David, no matter what happens, please believe that X believe you know nothing about"— She stopped, gathering courage to speak the word that trembled on her lips. "About what?" he insisted. "Oh," she blurted forth, "about that pendant of Miss Leightons!" To Be Confined Makers Report on Study of Industrial Conditions Abroad New York, Sept. 2. "Democrati zation of industry," "workers' con trol," "a voice in management" and similar phrases were characterized as "verbal coinages of stampedcrs after economic will-o'-the-whisps" by James W. Sullivan, representative of organized labor on the commission sent by the National Civic Federation to England, France and Italy, to study industrial conditions, in a re port made public here to-night. Mr. Sullivan in four articles on the general topic, "The Labor Situation Abroad Following the War" points out, however, that behind the phrases is screened a big idea—"a compound of syndicalism, socialism and the new fangled guildism." After analyzing the "shop steward" movement in Great Britain and call ing it a war-time schism from regu lar trade unionism and a thrust to ward nationalizing industry, Mr. Sul livan refers to its rise and rapid growth, the "extravagant" claims made for it in the United States and its subsequent decline. He claimed that It came into being because of abnormal conditions combined with inefficient functioning of British trade, unions and that "it quickly died when the exceptional conditions that gave It birth had passe d GISBK TELEGRAPH: Life's Problems Are Discussed Hy .Mrs. Wilson Wood row "I'll tell the world!" It is a phrase which is on many ' lips nowadays—one of those ineun ! ingloss slang expressions which for : no apparent reason achieve currency j and are flung into colloquial conver i sation solely for emphasis, or else I lo bridge a lack of ideas. I There are bits of slang which are I both picturesque and pointed, and i which 1111 a gap in the language. "1 i should worry!" was one of them. No other phrase carries quite such [a suggestion of careless indifference; ' it is it verbal shrug of the shoulders, j "Going some" was another; and so j were "Let George do it," "G-o-o-d i Night!" and "Never again!" j lint "I'll tell the world" is utterly j banal, inconsequent and superfluous, i Most of the things that people boast- I fully announce they are "telling the j world" aren't worth listening to. I Their bombastic assertion is like Ithe ballyhoo of a sideshow barker I luring people into his tent and with | nothing to show them after they i get there but a fake "wild man" or | a ilimsy papier-mache "mermaid." j The men and woniien who are really telling the world anything of value are usualy too busy to bally hoo. They speak to us in deeds rather than in words. Once in a way, though, one of tliem is surprised or cajoled into di vulging the reasons for his success— not the customary copybook plati tudes, but a hint as to the real sources of power—and when this happens, the world may well prick up its ears. I caught this passage in an inter view I read not long ago. "If you have a handicap, try to act as if you hadn't. Try to forget it yourself. And, above all, don't let other people keep it in their minds." The man who said that has no feet and a part of only one hand. He lost these missing members as a result of being almost frozen to death in a Minnesota blizzard when he was fourteen years old. A poor boy, without family or reatives, al most without education and lack ing the specific knowledgs of train in except in rough farm work, he seemed a typical subject for char ity, a helpless charge upon the State all his days. People shook their heads pity ingly. "It would have been better if he had died," they said. Yet by establishing the formula I have quoted, and living up to it, that man is to-day nt fifty-three a useful and influential member of society. He is the president of a bank and has held high public posi tions. among them that of Commis sioner to the Philippines. He married the most sought after girl in the town where he lived and his wife and three chil dren adore him. He drives his own car, walks, dances, hunts big game, travels about without any attend ant: and in short, lives just like you or T. He is henlthy, happy and suc cessful. "I believe T have proved." he says, "that being 'a cripple* is more a state of mind that of body. T know plenty of men whose bodies are perfectly normal and who yet cannot do the things even physically that T can. There is only one really insurmountable, handicap, so far as I can determine, and that is the loss of that inner power which we call Daily Dot Puzzle 4a * 4l * * <f . ' * * 9 4,7 5.21%^ 7 £ 4 4a P *sl ° 3 .2- 'll-* * \ * SI r- • • 2.9* I 7 27 \ • 26 2a 16 cx . • *7 58 51, '4- j. * * '.24 • •'* * 22. I • 23 * *ls •• ll* * &5 • • 10 12 .• *" 59 2. * 9 43. .5 Draw from one to two and so on to the end the mind. Nothing else is uncon-1 queruble," How is that for something to 1 "tell the world?" li's easy, of course, for him to! believe it now; but it wasn't sol easy for him to believe it that day | in his boyhood when he came out j from under the ether, maimed ami | penniless, to face a hopeless future- j Then he had only his faith that] it was true; but by clinging un-i waveringly to that faith he has i nio.vcd mountains. In every act and in every] thought lie had persistently told i the world that he was not inrapao-\ ; itated, that he was not 'a cripple," ; I and the world as it. always does,] took him at his own valuation. Few of us realize how much [what we tell the world—not ill ; words alone, hut in deeds and gener- I [al attitude—counts toward our sue-1 j eeSs or failure. if we pity ourselves or allow! others to pity us; if we are gloomy' or pessimistic or despondent, the [world with its arms full of golden I opportunities quickly sheers away, j [ The world doesn't want to hear I any hard-luck stories or attend any soul clinches. It doesn't want any] [talcs of disease or tragedy of mis fortune or oppression. To those who try to catch its attention Willi these! things it says impatiently, "Go tell it to a policeman or your doctor." What the world wants is inspir ation, courage, joy. And to those who can tell it what it wishes to hear it will give its richest reward. Diptheria Cases Follow I Visit of Hanover Family I rhamhcritlnirg, Pa., Sept. 2. Ad- | miral Benjamin Chambers Bryaon, IT. ' S. X., of Charleston, S. C. t a prreat- j grandson of Colonel Benjamin Cham- j bora, founder of this city, has offered | to present the officials the original j fifrant for the land on which the town is built. The valuable old document will be turned over to the Kittoch t.inny Historical Society for preserva tion as soon as it arrives. —'—i Paris—and the winter fashions Know the right fashions and avoid costly mistakes. Good House keeping for September contains more Fashions than it has ever before published in one issue. Not the freaks of Fashion but the new, wearable, clothes of distinction. One article tells WHERE to find the latest styles and the FAIR price to pay. Another, gives the dressmaking points in the newest clothes. A third tells what is latest in corsets, shoes and gloves. 90 illustrations feature this complete department. Parents are criminals —if they do not observe the injunctions laid down by Dr. Har vey W. Wiley in his startling article "Making the New Ameri can." It is the duty of the state to deny marriage certificates to certain people. Who the.y are, and why, are features of this arti cle. The sex problem and the various crises in a child's life are discussed authoritatively and constructively. Do you know? Do you know that a 93-year-old woman is still in business? Do you know the newest ideas for a home entertainment? Would you like to have 3 pages in color just for the kiddies? These are just a few of the features contained in the largest issue of any woman's magazine ever published. Among the other authors in the same issue are: William J. Locke, Elsie Janis, Fanny Heaslip Lea, Dr. Frank Crane, Coningsby Dawson, Ida M. Evans, Louis Untermeyer, Dorothy Dix. v All in September GOOD HOUSEKEEPING Harrisburg News Agency, Wholesaler SEPTEMBER 2, 1919, Out Goes the Fan There's no need for it when you have an iced cold pitcher of Tetley's. 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