" When a Girl Marries" By ANN LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problem of a Girl Wife (Copyright, 1919. King Feature Syn dicate, Inc.) CHAPTER CCCLIII. "Can I be sure that the man they burned was my father?" I repeated after Father Andrew. "Why it was —surely—wasn't it?" "That's what we can't prove un less you saw him, unless you're sure," said Father Andrew. "Your mother thought it was. But there is a man alive t6-day who claims to be your father. He says the man who was killed in the railroad wreck was'nt Lucky Lee at all—" "But the clothes," 1 interrupted. "I saw them. X knew them. The coat the reporter made me touch was one I'd seen my father wear. ' "I'm afraid that proves nothing," replied the man I had thought of as my father through all the young years. "He had otner suits. He might have given the one you saw to a pal who was in hard luck. You remember that the money he had won wasn't in his possesion when they brought the body home to you." "Yes, I remember that," I mur mured, wondering where all this was leading us. "But we thought he had been robbed." "I know. dear. My Martha told me that. But you don't know that he was robbed. You can't prove it." "You mean that I can't prove it in a court of law that the body we buried was my father's? You mean that I can't disprove the claim of anyone who chooses to say he's my father?" Father Andrew shook his head sgadly. "You speak bitterly, dear," he said. "I feel bitter!" X cried. "I don't want the ghost of a disreputable past rising now. I have nothing for which to love or to revere my father. X had a starved childhood. Red plush and shameful affluence one week. The hall bedrooms of cheap boarding houses the next. And my poor little mother's shame and sadness through it all. Then death released me. And soon you came. I grew to think of you as my father. I'm proud to think of you as my father." "Barbara Anne, you'll always be my little girl, no matter what hap pens. No other man's claim can make you stop being my daughter. But have you thought what may be the condition of the man who brought you into the world?" "Is he poor?" I gasped. "Yes, dear. Poor and old. And he says in his need he heard of you, the daughter out of whose life he went because he felt he was de grading it. If this man actually did that much for you once, can you deny his claim on you now?" asked Father Andrew gently. "It this is my father, then when he pretended to die he deliberately left us to starve," I replied bitterly. "He had the money he won at the races. He didn't even share that with us—" Then the most terrible shame surged up from my heart and I cried: "Oh, what am I saying? It doesn't matter what he did. You say he's poor and old. And I have so much. If this is my father, Jim, I will help him. He must be taken care of. We'll do everything—Per haps I ought to go to Canada with Where Can I Find Relief From Itching, Terrifying Eczema? 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I cried, turning back to Father Andrew. "You're going to make sure. To spare me the first edges of the shame and humiliation —until we have to be—certain." Suddenly I broke off. The mean ing of the terrible trouble in Father Andrew's eye came over me with a flash. It wisn't pitty for me. It wasn't sorrow for himself, even though there should be some one to claim the place that had so long been his in fact as well as senti ment. There was some one else to whom all this must mean far more than it could to either of us. "Oh, Father Andrew, forgive me!" I cried. "Forgive nve." "I've nothing to forgive, Barbara Anne," he said. "No one could have expected aught different. It's only natural that you shouldn't rejoice to think that one who shamed you in life as in death has perhaps come back from the grave. He was gone and forgotten. And you were too honest, to pretend that this strange return can make you happy. You didn't try to lie to me. Why should you? I say there's nothing to forgive, and your offer to go with me is like the dear heart that's planning already to make a poor old reprobate last days happy if she finds him her kin." "I'm not asking you to forgive me for that," I said. "I'm asking you to forgive me because I for got the one to whom this means so frightfully much more than it ever can to me. Father Andrew, my heart's aching for Neal." "I dreaded the time when it would come to you," he whispered huskily. "That's why you made them promise not to be married until you return!" I said. "You want to be sure. You want me to see this man who says he's my father—and to make sure—" "I want to make certain." said Father Andrew gently, "that when I married my Martha, the sweetest woman who ever suffered through a scoundrel—l want to make sure that when she gave me Neal—there wasn't another man alive who was her husband in the sight of the law." (To he continued.) ANYTHING TO OBLIGE "What's all the racket about?" 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Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1919, International News Service Bp McManus THAT NEW CHAUFFEUR HIM >'D LIKE TO <ICUE[ HE NIAN BE NEW AT J HE'LL COT>T -FOUENOU<H 1 WHAT- 1 <OU COT OON'T KNOW A TIME- HIM NOMTHT THE TR.AOE <BL)T I WAIT UMTIL I WOW TOO 1 w '< r ..g S °"' lH " : ."4 tS?SS* OR J /Elf WHS i 1 //-IT i LITTLE TALKS BY BE A TRICE FAIRFAX The man was a slender, good looking chap with the eyes of a dreamer and a sensitive, rather weak mouth and chin. Across the table from him sat a woman whose tawdriness of face and dress .I've never seen surpassed. Painted, smoking, cheaply conspicuous—she seemed a companion no decent man would select. | The man with her, however, looked at her lovingly and proudly and turned to bow to Mark Lonsdale with absolute composure. "Mark!" cried his sister Ellen with asperity. "How can you bow to a man who has such a —creature with him?" "That's Dick Milton and his I wife," replied Mark quietly. "His wife? That awful person! A friend of yours married to such a woman! Oh, Mark, promise me you'll never—fall for any one like that? Tell me you wouldn't. You're not like him, are you? A coarse brute?" "I'm not like Dick Milton," said Mark. "I'm not an idealist." "Idealist?" I repeated, seeing that Ellen was too shocked and disgusted to reply. "Meaning a romantic dreamer? A may. who has beautiful concepts in his imagination?" "Something like that," replied Mark gratefully. "He dresses tip that girl Ellen thinks dreadful so that to him she seems like all the beauty and loveliness in the world. I mean he hangs his dreams on her, clothes her in them. He sees her as he likes to think she is. As he's always wanted a woman to be." "He's a horrible coarse creature to care for her. It goes to show what men are!"- sneered Ellen in her most acid voice. Mark flushed, but he tried again. In Search of Beauty _ "You don't interpret us right, Nell. We men folks are a kind of foreign language to you, and you don't get the idiom of the country when you try to translate us. Lots of us are looking for beauty and I sweetness and fineness, and we dig lit up in the most unlikely looking | places. Now Dick probably thinks . that paint is a healthy color. And | her coarseness he calls vitality. And | her cheap coquetry he takes for 1 womanly tenderness. That wife of I his is most likely clever enough to play up to what she finds he wants, and he interprets her differently from what we do. I don't think he's ever seen anything just as it is. He always gets a slant on things that Daily Dot Puzzle I 28 \ s : 33 , 23 25 " £i* ' '"* l 3 55 • 2fa * i • 4 . v 36 A 22. •23 37. •2l 7* iL * 8 41 36 if? lo • * < j • • I. 116I 16 ' .45 \\*" 7 4i .45 4 .2. 14. 18 47 34' ; 33* .4© P-4 V ¥.49 N / /i\ #s ° 1 Tt/Jt 'V* 81 j Draw from one to two and so on , to the end. r 1 " " r j I PET CORNS | i 1 I 1 i Few Drope of "Freezone," Then Lift i Corn Right Off A tiny bottle of "Freezone" costs I so little at any drug store; apply a i few drops upon any corn or .callus. ; Instantly it stops hurting, then short - i ly you lift that bothersom® corn or ' callus right off with your? fingers. Truly! No humbugl HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH show them as they aren't. Don't j you get me?" Ellen shook her head primly, and , before I acknowledged that I did indeed "get" him, I quoted from a ■ bit of Longfellow—quoted it to I Ellen rather than to Mark. "The ideal beauty Which the creative faculty of mind i Fashions and follows tn a thousand shapes More lovely than the real," I said slowly. "That's it!" cried Mark, excited ly. "That's it. He sees her better than she is, better than she ever could be—or maybe any other wom an could be for that matter." "That painted up huzzy better than any real woman could be!" cried Ellen, indignantly. "Men are fools if one of them expects me to believe that another sees a woman like that through such rose-colored spectacles." "Ellen, you've said it," I broke in. "Somehow the dearest, sweetest, finest men in the world sometimes go round looking through the most absurd rose-colored spectacles and never seeing things as they are. Be cause they're inherently decent, men like that don't idealize murder and robbery. They don't commit crimes. Nor do they see that other folks do. They see things through the rose colored haze, remember. And they idealize all people, especially those who attract them." "Attract!" sniffed Ellen. "What kind of man could ever feel an at traction for that woman? What kind of attraction could it be? Coarse, brutal animal. That's what she is." "Thats how many good women judge," I acknowledged. "But it's only part of the truth. The mag netism between man and woman isn't a thing for us to try to fathom —or judge. But when it exists be tween a worthy and an unworthy person the strong soul will try to conquer it if he sees it's wrong." "Exactly," replied Ellen. "But suppose a man doesn't see it? Suppose he's a gentle optimist who feels he can lift what he loves? Or suppose he has mental astigma tism and can't see his love in true DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS jp j-ll'M Hi-'l'.L'/y ji j *' ii I: J.J A PRACTICAL "COVER ALL" STYLE 2532 —For this comfortable model, one may use seersucker, percale, gingham, chambray, khaki or lawn. The design is made to slip over the head, and closes with buttons and buttonholes or snap fasteners at the center front. 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That boy's a | tragedy, not a joke or an object of scorn. * * ♦ jjis sense of values is wrong. And he stood up for the imaginary instead of the real." A sudden tolerance came into Ellen's hard "good" face. "I hope he keeps his rose-colored spectacles." she murmured. "For if he ever sees true—how ho will pay." BREAKING THE SET The woman district visitor trying to get friendly with little Johnny. i "Do you think your mammy would let me buy you, Johnny?" she asked. "Buy me what? An airgun?" asked Johnny quickly. "No! No!" laughed the district vis itor. "Would she let me buy you from her and take you away with me ?" "She might," replied Johnny. "But I'm afraid you haven't got enough money." "Well, about how much do you think she would ask for you?" i "A thousand pounds," promptly answered Johnny. | "Oh, but that seems an awful lot [of money!" expostulated the woman. | "Are you quite sure you're worth as much as that?" "Well, p'r'aps not," admitted Johnny, "but you see, there's six of us, and if mummy sold me it'd break th^pet." —London Tit-Bits. Trimming on All Gowns - ! Fashion Camera Photo. With the advent of top coats, which this season of the year her alds, one-piece street gowns once more make their bow. Modish fab rics for these are velveteen, paulette, Jersey, serge and tricot'.ne. Nor is a gown to be seen which is not em | broldered, braided or corded. | Women evidently have no intention ,or being sober-clad moths, but rather gorgeous butterflies, ludging by the newest of these one-piece gowns. Most of them are enllver/ad by some embellishment of scarlet or cerise. The one pictured is fash ioned of navy blue tricotino, cut in tho long Russian blouse effoct. It Is trimmed with fine black silk braid and heavy scarlet slip floss. Trlco- | tinc-covered buttons ornament the skirt and sleeves. A front opening effect is simulated by a tiny row of gilt buttons applied to a narrow inset of creani satin. A shallow cream satin collar falls from the back, sailor fashion. The distinctive feature of this mode is the quartet of tucked pockets. The gown closes [ at the shoulder and side, a narrow I belt of the tricotlne confining the) loose waistline. Scientific Discussions by Garrett P. Serviss I have been considering the ways of the ant. No summer passes but that I have rendezvous with the vi vacious little six-leggers. It is not that I am a naturalist, but only that 1 had the good luck to be born in the country, in a place where big, black ants were numerous and pug nacious, and where I sometimes saw them fighting of their own accord, and often, I now regret to say, made them tight by rubbing their heads together. My observations quickly convinced me that no ant will stand that. The big caliper jaws engage ut the first contact, and they never let go until something comes off—a limb, an antenna, or a head. There is no more efficient fighter than an ant. He has exhaustless wind, indomitable courage, and dou ble weapons, like Tartarin's "double muscles." I never saw one run—ex cept at the enemy. It is fortunate for us that no animal of our size is constructed like an ant. Considering, too, what he is able to do with his micro scopic speck of a brain, it is easy to believe that with a brain of hu man dimens ons he would invent weapons that we shall never dream of, and that we haven't limbs enough to handle if we possessed the weapons. I had so much confidence in my fighting black ants, when I was a nonpacjfist boy, that I once pitted a champion of that breed against a spider. The spider is a mean 1 fighter; he never fights fair and square like an ant. He depends on his fierce looks and is, in fact, a terroist coward. He is a squealer, a i quitter, and won't take punish ment, but like human beings pos sessing the same characteristics, is cruel to the point of devilishness. To see him bale up a poor, help less fly, tieing down the iridescent wings and wrapping them round the still living body of his victim with the infernal, sticky ropes that he spins out of himself, is alone suffi cient to make anybody hate spiders. It is not the end proposed or at tained. but the cold diabolism of the method that maddens the beholder. In the windows of "the wagon house" were the silky traps of many big spiders, horridly thatched with insect skeletons, and It was against one of these monsters of the win dow that 1 put my champion ant. I threw the ant into the web. and out of his dusty den instantly darted the spider. In a twinkling he was upon li s supposed prey, and my nerves were on edge. I expected to see a terrific struggle. The spider wns to the ant as Goliath to David, but T had complete faith in my "man." He d'd not fail me, but what hap pened was not what I was looking for. The recollection of it brings back to my ears the laugh of de light mingled with derision with which I made the wagon house ring. The spider fled faster than he had come. Zip! he had come out, zip! he went back again. The caliper jaws had no chance to get hold. If they had closed once the ant would have gone into the den with the spider like a tiger on an elephant's back, and would never have come out again unless bearing a piece of the foe. Heft to himself he tore a hole in the web and dropped out. and I never tried the experiment a second time, which showed that I was not on a true scientific trail. Watching ants has convinced me that insects have free will as truly, though not as fully, as men The ant goes where he wf'll, and not, as certain biologists tell us, wher ever unintelligent tropism sends him. Just while I write, under the tree", by a sandy path, I see ant volition at work. I see an ant run ning as if to break his neck, al most kicking up the dust in his haste, and I wonder who scared n'm. Rut a minute later I perceive that he was not frightened, but merely in a hurry. To be sure I am unable to make out exactly what he was after, but T do make out that something dis- The Beauty of Youthful Hair Discriminating women for over so i yeara have used < Empress Instantaneous Hair Color Restorer One application restorer hair immedi ately to any nttural shade, leaving it oft and i floaty. Eatily applied. No after washing. Dtfia /Unction. Dealers or direct— Sample sufllolent for one ap plication—loc. | Dept. 1. Emprrta Mfg. Co. Si Watt 20tk St., New York Cltr 1 Established 1896 NOVEMBER 17, 1919. appointed or deceived him, where upon he changed his mind and ran another way. The disillusion occur red beside a bit of sandy pebble, which must have been as a great rock to the ant. He rushed straight to it, felt it over, and then turned , around it like a hound and was off i for somewhere else, on a fresh | scent apparently. What nonsense it seems to me as | 1 look at this active little creature | now at this moment re-emerging in to sight after a gloomy course in I a haunted forest of grass stems j and ranging with inquiring zigzags | across a dry desert of sandy foot- j path—what nonsense it seems to say j that he doesn't know what he wants or what he is looking for! He knows as well as a dog, and a dog, w.thin his limits, knows as well as a man. Instinct is inherited knowledge, and knowledge is experience gath ered and interpreted by intelligence, intelligence 1 can't define, but what ever it he at bottom, the ant has • some of It, at least a glimmer, while | we have, relatively to the ant, a j good deal, but not by any means as much as we ought to have, or as j much as we will have in some fu- I ture age. Every time I come back to the i ant my faith in him is renewed. | and not even the great Fabre could I persuade me that there is no more i thought or will in an insect than in | a machine. GOING TOO FAR "I believed Second Lieutenant Nibbs when he said he captured twenty-one Germans single handed and took part in a number of other thrilling exploits, but I found that there was a limit to my credulity." "Yes?" "He must have thought I'd swal low hook, bait and sinker, but I had to laugh when he said he was ldplized by his men."—Birmingham Age-Herald. CALLING IT SQUARE She—Truly, am I the first girl you ever kissed? He—You are a darling, and it makes me happy to hear you say I am the first man that ever kissed you. She—lf I am the first, how does it happen you do it so experMy? j He And if I am the first, how do ! you know whether I do it expertly I or not?—As You Were. --- I ."T"—TTT—nH LetCuticuraße! YourßeautyDoctor All draailiu: Sop a. Ointment B t 60. Talcum 2S. Sample each Into! 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