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One Woman’s Story .
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
CHAPTER XXIV.
T HERE Is an excitement about
being lovdd. Many a girl has
mistaken the emotion aroused
by a man’s devotion to her for love
of him. Mary Danforth made no
such mistake, but so weary and spem
was she that she experienced a feel
ing almost like pleasurable relief now
that she was engaged to Herbert
Fletcher. He had not asked her if
she loved him, indeed told her frankly
that he could not expect her to care
for him at first, but that he hoped
she would learn to do so later. Was
she willing to trust herself to him?
“I will be good to you, dear,” he had
pleaded.
She had told him that she appre
ciated how good he was, how kind,
and that she would try to make him
happy.
Perha s I may never love you as
some girls say they love the men they
marry,” she had faltered. It hurt her
to feel that she was accepting this
man’s devotion and giving nothing in
return. She did not let herself think
that she was taking a step down in
marrying a man of different birth,
’breeding and traditions from hers.
“I’m satisfied!” he had declared
stoutly. “I’ve known all along that
you weren’t happy, and perhaps you’re
about ready to have someone look afu*
er you. When I first $aw you, Pear-
»on told me that he’d heard in a kind
of round-about way that you were
\ engaged, but I guess he was wrong,
wasn't he?”
The girl flushed hotly. “Yes,” she
stammered, “he was mistaken—at
least—there was a man I once knew
to whom I might have been engaged
if we had not changed our minds;
but—no, I was never engaged.”
Didn't Tell Her Mother.
The man looked at her pityingly
and patted her hand.
"There! there!” he said soothing
ly, “I did notjnean to embarrass you.
I knew you were free, dear girl, for
no man would have let you work the
way you’ve been doing. And I’m not
asking you any questions, not even”—
pausing and laughing awkwardly—“if
you ever wish you had decided to
marry that other man.”
Mary looked at him calmly. Her
face had grown pale again, and her
manner was unflurried.
“You are not asking me any ques
tions,’’ she said in a firm voice, "but
I want to tell you here and now that
I would not marVy that other man of
•whom you spoke—no, not if my life
depended upon it!”
She believed her own statement
Just as surely as she believed she had
spoken the truth when she made a
similar assertion to her mother early
in the evening.
Mary Danforth did not tell her
mother of her engagement to Herbert
Fletcher until the night after she
had accepted him. Then, the evening
meal over, she made her announce
ment, using no subterfuges.
“Mother,” she said gravely, “Mr.
Fletcher asked me to marry him last
•night. I said I would.”
' The widow gasped with astonish
ment. "You have acccepted him al
ready!” she exclaimed. “Oh. Mary,
isn’t that too sudden? I was sure
that he cared for you from what you
had told me—but, dear, you scarcely
know him, do you?”
The girl smiled daintily. I have
known him for months,” she replied,
“and I have known that he loved me.
I have said nothing to you about it,
for 1 have not wanted to worry you
and make you nervous.”
The elderly woman held out her
arms. “Come and kiss me, dear,” she
said. “You were right not to tell me
of this until it was settled. And to
think it has been going on all these
weeks, and I all the while thinking
it was. Craig that you cared for, and
never suspecting that everything be
tween you and him was over! You
surely have kept your own counsel,
child. Hut I am not a bit vexed with
you, honey, for not telling me the
truth. If you found out you did not
love Craig,'you were right to tell him
so, and to follow what your heart
told you to do. All’s well that ends
well, you know.”
"Yes,” agreed the girl. "All's well
that ends well.”
Fletcher declared that he liked “the
old lady” from the first. “She must
live with us, of course,” he said to
Mary. “You will want her with you,
won’t you?”
Mary Checked Herself.
“I could not marry anyone who
would not let her live with me,” Ma
ry replied quickly. “She is all I have.”
So the matter of Mrs. Danforth’s
future was settled. When Mary told
her of this conversation, tears of
gratitude came to the widow’s eyes.
“Think how anxious and unhappy. I
have been all these weeks!” she ejac
ulated in self-reproach. “We ought
never to anticipate trouble, ought we?
I used to wonder why you were so
silent about Gordon and about his not
writing —and all the time you were
caring for Mr. Fletcher.”
But here Mary checked her. "Moth
er,” she said, “since our lives are tc
be entirely separated from the past
few months, suppose we try to forget
them and talk of them no more.”
And the mother smilingly agreed.
Events transpired rapidly In the
weeks that followed. Fletcher urged
a speedy marriage.
“What’s the good of v aitin &?” he
insisted, one day. “Here are you,
Mary, working away down at Pear
son’s office, earning a mere pittance,
and here am I making enough for
you and me too, not to mention your
mother. I hate to seem to nag at you
all the time, but we’ll be no readier to
get married a year from now than
we are now.”
Declined to Name Day.
Mary scarcely understood why she
put off the expected day. She had
written to Craig that she would be
married in three months. When she
read his prompt and brief note of
congratulation, she tore it into bits.
But still she declined to name a date
on which she would become Bert
Fletcher’s wife.
Then, one morning, glancing
through the daily paper, she saw
among the wedding announcements
the notice of the marriage at San
Antonio, Texas, of Gordon Craig and
Eleanor Morse.
That night she told Herbert Fletch
er that she would mary him in a
fortnight. “I have no money to buy a
trousseau with,” she said, bitterly,
“so, why wait any longer?”
Thus it came about that Mary
Danforth and Herbert Fletcher were
quietly married in June at the bride’s
tiny apartment. The only witnesses
to the ceremony were Mrs. Danforth
and the bride-groom’s mother.”
THE TUNNEL
Greatest Story of Its
Kind Since Jules Verne
The Business Girl as a Wife
fFrmn ths Ovrmsa of Bernhard K •Hermann—
German version Copyrighted. 1&18. by S.
Fla-her Verlag. Berlin. English translation and
compilation by
Little Bobbie’s Pa
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
W IFE, sed Pa to Ma last nite,
you have joined so many wim-
men’s clubs that I have got the
feever now & I have joined a club too.
I have Joined the Globe Trotters.
You don’t say as much, sed Ma. &
wen did you discover that you was a
Jolly rover?
Oh, I have traveled far & wide enuff
to beelong to that club, sed Pa. I know
this country like a book.
But globe trotters meens men that has
TIRED OF SEEING
HER SUFFER
Procured Lydia E. Pink-
ham’s Vegetable Com
pound, Which Made His
Wife a Well Woman.
Middletown, Pa,—“I had headache,
backache and such awful bearing
down pains that I could not be on my
feet at times and I had organic In
flammation 90 badly that I was not
able to do my work. I could not get a
good meal for my husband and ont
child. My neighbors said they thought
my suffering was terrible.
"My husband got tired of seeing m«
suffer and one night went to the drug
store and got me a bottle of Lydia E.
Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound and
told me I must take it. I can’t tell
you all I suffered and I can’t tell you
all that your medicine has done for
me. I was greatly benefited from tha
first and it has made me a well worn-
> can do all my housework and
even helped some of my friends at
well. I think It la a wonderful help to
all suffering women. I have got sev
eral to take it after seeing what it has
done for me.”—Mrs. Emma Espen-
ehade 219 East Main St., Middletown,
Pa.
The Ptnkham record is a proud and
honorable one. It is a record of con
stant victory over the obstinate ills of
•woman—ills that deal out despair. It
is an established fact that Lydia EL
Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound haa
restored health to thousands of such
tiiffering women. Why don't you try
it If you need such a medicine?
If you want special advice, write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medioine Co. (con
fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your latter
vvi 1 * to opened, read and answered by
A woman and hold m strict o&Qfraeno*
been all oaver, Ma sed. It meens men
that has been in South America & Asia
& Africa & Europe & all the strange,
far places of the wurld.
Well, sed Pa, I always reemember my
jography prltty well & I guess I can
maik as good a bluff as any of them.
I am afrade not, sed Ma. I never seen
one of these atlas travelers yet that
dident git tripped up at sum time or
other. However, I hoap you will have
sum good times, & as long as you
doant talk it into yure hed to run away
to Europe with the restless gang you
have joined, I won’t say a word.
That is fine of you, sed Pa, & by the
way, sed Pa, I want you & littel Bob
bie to lissen to the ending of a long
speech wich I am going to make at our
first bankwet of the Globe Trotters.
As long as it is only the ending of
the speech, Ma sed, we will both lissen
but pleese doant start the ending too
near the middel. I am very tired to-
nite & so is our littel son. Go ahead.
So Pa red:
And so, as we are gathered here to-
nite, travelers all, roamers forever,
there is no peace for us in reemaining
stagnant. The littel hamlet, the large
City, the wild plains, no one of these
places appeals long to the gypsy blood
in us. As sons of Romany we roam,
and shall roam. Whether we are gazing
upon the highest peaks of the Cordil-
eras or the awful gulfs of the Himma-
layas, whether we roam the pampas or
skim the seething South Sea, whether
we see at nite the stars of Arizona or
the sun that gilds the domes of Pekin,
whether we are parched with thirst on
the Sahara or cold and shivering along
the banks of Russia’s lordly Beresina,
j we shall reemember this nite wen for
once we are banded together with the
hand of brotherly luv.
I No city has known us long. Strangers
we cum and strangers we go. Like the
J meteor that flashes earthward from the
empyrean, like the strange, ghostly Ice
berg that glides out of the frozen North,
like the Westering sun that dips behind
the Pacific, we are and then we are not.
| As elusive as a sunbeam, as flutter-
I ing as a twilight shadow, we flit through
life and thus we live and love,
j Well, well, sed Ma, you are a bunch
| of shifty guys, arent you? I doant
j see what time you have to love or live
j wen you are scooting around from pil
lar to post. Anybody would think thare
I was a sheriff after every one of you.
But how do you like the speech? sed
I Pa.
i It is splendid, sed, Ma. You have rote
J it just as if you was a reel globe-trot
ter, but I want you to bare one thing
in mind, deerst luv. Wen the wander
feeling cums oaver you, think of a wife
& child wich is going to be adjacent
to you wen you start for the far places
of the erth. Bobbie & 1 can globe tro»
fast enuff to keep up with you, old boy,
sed Ma.
I know it, sed Pa. I wud have to be
a champeen trotter to lose you.
(Oopyri*ht«d. 1S1X, by IatarnaConal New* B*rrtc«.l
H IS voice, when he threw back
his head and began to Apeak,
was like hirm>elf—quiet and
strong, without tricks, and he went to
the matter in hand with a swift dis
tinctness that was an index of his
character.
“I am afraid,” he said, “that you
gentlemen are going to be disap
pointed. I'm afraid Mr. Lloyd has led
you to expect too much. What I was
about to propose is hardly deserving
of a greater class than the
new sea-level canal at Panama or Sir
Williams Rodgers' Palk Strait bridge
connecting Ceylon and India. It is, if
looked at calmly, rather simple.
He paused for a moment and
turned to a small blackboard that he
had caused to be placed back of
Rives' chair at the head of the table
With a piece of chalk he drew a
rough line down one side of the board
and another down the opposite side.
A little way out from each line he
placed a small dot about the middle
of the board. His audience watched
m listless patience.
“This,” he pointed to one line, “i*
America and this is Europe. With
the proper backing I am ready to
pledge myself to build within fifteen
years a submarine tunnel connecting
the two continents, and to run 24-
hour trains between London and New
York.
“That is my project,” he added,
quietly.
He stopped an Instant and glanced
keenly about to see how his audience
had taken it. A less sophisticated
man would have supposed that these
gentlemen heard propositions of this
sort everv mcrning before breakfast.
A few hitched their chairs slightly
and leaned forward with a faint
gleam of Interest in their faces. Three
or four sighed wearily and leaned
back gazing up at the stars that
gleamed like bits of dull glass through
the heat-haze. A hoarse murmur
came up from the street and some
where back of the foliage plants a
wireless instrument was spitting and
crackling as it flashed out the flrs*t
news of the great scheme.
Allan, strung up to the highest
pitch, sensed that he had gripped his
hearers. Only one or two were
slightly disappointed. For the others
it was* something new. Of course, the
plan had been vaguely talked of from
time to time—like an air-line to Mars
—but never before had it been se
riously presented. They had feared
that old “L” had let himself become
moved by some time-honored chest
nut such as the irrigaiton of Sahara.
Allan was quick to see that so far he
had made a favorable impression and
he was as quick to press his advan
tage.
His Plan.
‘As I have planned it,” he went on
simplv. “the tunnel will start from a
point I have carefully selected about
60 miles south of New York on the
New Jersey coast. It is to touch at
Bermuda and the Azores and reach
the mainland of Europe on the north
coast of Spain, proceeding into
France and England along the coast
of the Bay of Biscay."
The silence told of close attention
and he went on, carefully selecting
those points of Information that
would Impress the^e practical vislon-
“The Bermudas and Azores,” he ex
plained, Just as it all was settled ex
cepting the selection of the route,
“are necessary from a technical
standpoint. These two, togetherwith
the one American and the two Euro
pean stations, will give us five points
of attack. That is to say, we will be
boring the actual tunnel In eight
places at the same time—both ways
from the Bermudas, the Azores and
the Spanish coast, westward from
London and southeastward from New
Jersey.
“Thus we will finish more quickly
than if we followed a straight line
and could bore only In two places.
“Furthermore, the Bermudas will
absorb all of the West Indian, Cen
tral American and South Pacific trade
—through the Panama Canal—and
the Azores will draw from Cenral
and South Africa and Australasia.
“It Is evident," he continued, In the
same matter-of-fact tone, “without
any further commentary, what a part
the tunnel stations would play In the
world-trade of the future. Those
Governments whose consent we need
can be compelled—if that Is neces
sary, which It will not be—to give
that permission.
“I can make them quote the stock
of this company on every stock mar
ket of Europe or ruin their own In
dustries!” he declared, grimly.
There was a narrowing of eyelids
and one or two sharp nods. They
needed no details—they could see In a
flash what this company would mean.
“The Behring Strait Tunnel," con
tinued the engineer, in his quiet, ex
planatory manner once more, "that
was begun three years ago the Do-
ver-Calais tunnel which 1s to be
opened this year—these have proved
to our satisfaction that the construc
tion of submarine tunnels offers no
difficulties to modem engineering.
The Dover-Calais tunnel has a length
of about 36 miles.
“My tunnel is going to be about
3,100 miles long.”
An Impression.
One or two of his hearers glanced
at each other quickly. "Old Man”
Wltterstelner, of the New York Na
tional Bank, leaned over and whis
pered a few words to J. O. Morse, the
copper king, and both smiled and
turned their attention to the speaker.
Allan paid no heed.
“My task, therefore,” he contin
ued. calmly, as if planning a new
sewer, “will be to accomplish a hun
dred times as much aR the French
and English engineers—although 1
do not deny that there will be greater
difficulties that probably will make the
character of the work less pleasant.
But it is not necessary for me to tell
yon gentlemen that wherever a man
of to-oay can find room to mount an
l engine—there he is at homel
By DOROTHY DIX.
A YOUNG man who has fallen in
love with a pretty stenographer,
but who fears that she will not
make a good housekeeper and mana
ger because she has had no domestic
training, writes to me for my opinion
on the businara girl as a wife.
What do I think of the business girl
as a wife?
I think she is the preferred matri
monial risk, son, and if I were a young
man, looking for a real helpmeet and
not a parlor ornament, no girl would
get me who hadn't had the benefit of
the education, the discipline and the
experience that come from having
earned her own bread and butter. Com
mercial life has got a college course or
a finishing school or European travel or \
society left at the poet when It comes
to fitting a girl for real life.
Of course, it’s unfortunate for a girl,
when she marries, not to be an expert
cook and marketer, and maybe while
your business-girl wife is learning how
to make bread and broil a steak your
digestion may suffer a trifle, son, but
take my word for it that any young
woman who has had the intelligence
to master the art of stenography, to hold
down a good job as a clerk or book
keeper, isn’t going to let a little thing
like a kitchen range knock her out.
She will get busy with the cook book,
and before you know it she will be turn
ing out things en casserole and a la
maitre de hotel that will make the hlt-
or-mlss cooking of the girl who has
learned to do things the way that moth
er did them seem like a quick lunch
Joint compared to Delinonico's.
Advantages.
Any woman who can read can learn
to cook Hke a cordon bleu in six
months, if she wants to, and if she
doesn’t want to the mere raot of her
having always been at home Isn’t any
guarantee that she is domestic. Mother
makes the angel cake in many a home
where the daughters sit in the parlor
and do fancy work.
In marrying a business girl there are
many compensating advantages th # at
make up for her not being a good free
hand cook to begin with. The first
of thebe is, of course, that the woman
who has earned money is invariably a
better manager with It and more care
ful than the one who has not. The
woman who has never marie a dollar
can’t get over the idea that money
grows like leaves on a tree, and that
when a man is away from hofne at work
he is engaged in the pleasing pursuit
of picking them off
The woman who has haul to earn her
board and keep knows how much labor,
how much anxiety, how much sweat and
blood go into every dollar, and she is
careful of how she spends one. If you
want a thrifty, economical wife who
will take care of your income and help
you to save up against a rainy day, mar
ry a business girl every time.
The business girl has also been trained
into habits of order and promptness
and accuracy, and these are every whit
as valuable In running a successful home
as they are In runnlqg a successful busi
ness. If you want your household ac
counts balanced to a cent, and your
meals on time, then marry a business
girl.
; Experience Counts.
hend how heavy are the burdens he haa
borne, how nerve-wrecked and ex
hausted he is in a struggle in which it
has taken every ounce of his vitality,
every particle of his Intelligence and
every bit of his courage to hold hl»
own.
The business girl has been through
that mill. She knows that there were
times, after a strenuous day In store or
office, when she felt that If Just one
other featherweight of annoyance, a
single disagreeable suggestion even,
were added to the burden that she had
borne that it would crush her. This
remembrance will give her a fellow feel
ing for her husband that will make her
wondrous kind and patient with him.
Self-Control,
She will know that in sheer human
ity a wife should keep her troubles to
herself, and make her home a haven
toward which her husband turns his
eyes as a place of peace and rest and
comfort and cheer, a place where a man
can gather up his forces for the next
day’s battle, not waste them in disci
plining the children or speaking to a
refractory cook. Your true husband
spoiler is the business girl who under
stands what hard work means.
Above all, the business girl will have
taught how to control her temper and
her tongue. That is the first lesson of
the counting room, and it the best guar
antee of successful married life. No
girl can keep a position who can not
be told of her faults and have her mis
takes pointed out to her without flying
into a tantrum. It’s only after you
are married to a woman, son, that you
appreciate how much above rubies is
the price of a wife who can be told that
she may possibly have a little, teenty
weenty defect in her character without
breaking into a tempest of tears, or go
ing off into a case of the sulks.
But if you marry a business girl, re
member, son, that you are getting a
business partner and not a slave; that
you are tying up with one who is wise
to the ways of men, and not a credulous
little goose that you can bamboozle into
believing anything. She’ll be reasonable
because she knows that a man can’t
always come home to dinner on the
stroke of a clock, and she won't make
a fuss about giving you an occasional
evening out, because she knows that big
deals are often pulled off across a sup
per table. But she will expect a fair
divide of the family Income, and to have
her share handed over in a lump sum
regularly, Instead of being doled out
to her by quarters.
She will also expect you to play fair
. and aboveboard with her, and there
. will be no use in trying to hand her any
fairy stories about sick friends and
lodge meetings.
Above all, you may be sure that if you
I marry a business girl she loves you.
She doesn't have to marry for a home,
and a self-supporting woman looks a
long time at a man before she makes
up her mind to give up her latch key
and her Individual pocketbook for him.
And when she does she is pretty apt to
have one of those chronic cases of af
fection from which a woman never re
covers. And it’s love, son, that makes
the wheels of matrimony go round with
out squeaking and grinding.
Marry the business girl any day you
can get her, son. That’s my advice.
A new phrase was on every lip: “Atlantic Tunnel Syndicate.”
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
The story opens with Rives, who Is In charge of the technical work
ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel
trains, with Baermann, an engineer, in charge of Main Station No. 4. They
are traveling at the rate of 118 miles an hour. Rives Is In love with
Maude Allan, wife of Mackendrick Allan, whose mind first conceived the
great tunnel scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean
Rives gets out of the train. Suddenly the tunnel seems to burst. There
is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded.
He staggers through the blinding smoke, realizing that about 3.000 men
have probaly perished. He and other survivors get to Station No. 4.
Rives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want
to climb on a work train, somebody shoots Baermann, and the train slides out.
The scene Is then changed to the roof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest
financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H.
IJoyd, “The Money King.’’ John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al
lan. Mrs. Allan and Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres
ent. Allan begins to speak.
Now Go On With the Story.
‘Financially"—there was a barely
perceptible tension. This was the
moment they had waited for—“finan
cially, the execution of my project is
dependent upon your consent. Your
money I do not need,” he declared
boldly. "In spite of what Mr. Rives
has said. For I am going to build
this tunnel with the money of the
world!"
He mopped his foreh. 1 for a mo
ment. There was a dead silence.
"The completion of the actual con
struction within fifteen years is made
possible only by my invention—
known to some of you at least—al-
alnite, a hard steel that is inferior to
the hardness of the diamond by only
one degree. This permits the work
ing of the hardest rock with speed
and safety and makes possible the
cheap manufacture of any amount of
drilling tools.”
The attention of his listeners was
unabated, and he plunged deeper and
deeper into details. When at last he
seemed to finish, Mr. Morse asked
quietly:
“What about power?”
The engineer’s lips set in a grim
smile.
"For the actual work of boring and
the operation of the trains when the
tunnel is completed, I shall need a
quantity of electric current about
ec^ual to that produced by the entire
Niagara power companies. Niagara is
not in the market any more—so I
shall build my own Niagara!”
One or two actually started. All
opened their eyes a trifle wider. It
was the first time he had smiled, but
he was evidently not Joking.
Rives Baw that here was the place
to end the talk.
"I think now.” he said, rising quick
ly, "that you gentlemen will wish to
consider this matter for a time, and
it might be embarrassing to both
sides if Mr. Allan were present.
“That was my idea also,” remaned
the engineer.
* * *
Miss IJoyd walked with them as
far as the elevator.
"It was splendid, Mr. Allan!” she
exclaimed again and again. “Wasn’t
it glorious, Mrs. Allan?”
Mrs. Allan pressed her husband’s
arm and laughed happily. She was
afraid her voice would break if she
attempted to speak. Miss Lloyd’s
color was high and her eyes sparkled
with enthusiasm.
“Won't *you come down with us?"
invited Mrs. Allan as the door was
opened.
"No, thank you,” laughed the girl.
She had her fathers high-bridged
nose, cast in a feminine mold, and
great dark blue eyes, but their soft
gentleness did not offset the square
chin and militant nose. “I have a
splendid report to make to father for
the first half of the evening. I want
to look out for the second half.”
She held out her hand as to a com
rade, and he pressed It. Then she
turned swiftly back to the table
where each man was rapidly going
over the situation in his own mind
and where each was trying to see
more quickly than his neighbor how
he might grind som e particular pri
vate ax at the general grindstone.
Thin much each saw—or thought he
saw. It was plain that "L” would
not have called the conference if he
had not made up his mind to put the
gigantic plan through. Furthermore,
it was plain, by the same token, .that
he had already fixed things so that
the lion’s share of the exploitation
profits would come to him. They
would have to take what was left. On
the other hand, to turn the proj^i
down meant war with "L”—some
thing that all of them combined might
have attempted if they had been free
to join each other or could trust each
other.
And then, If they could manage to
stay out of it without an open break
with the yellow-faced specter that
walked the money earth like a de
stroying angel, they would inevitably
be run over in the march of this stu
pendous enterprise. Everything in
the world would be more or less in
timately connected with it. Also even
if “L” had taken the lion’s share in
an undertaking so huge the scraps
for the Jackals would be staggering.
• « •
Mrs Allan ate and chatted and
laughed gaily, while her husband sat
opposite srmiling in sympathy and his
thoughts with the conference on the
roof.
"How long do you think they’ll
take, Mac?’
He shrugged his shoulders. "An
hour—two hours—maybe the whole
night.”
"The w'hole night! Gracious! What
a remarkable lot of men, Mac! That
old gentleman—Mr. Wltterstelner—
what a splendid head: What a young
man Mr. Kilgallan is! But Mr.
Smith"
She was interrupted by the tumul
tuous entrance of Rives. He was in
his shirt sleeves and his face shone
with something more than heat. All
sprang up. The conference had been
on less than an hour. It did not seem
possible they could have reached a
conclusion.
"You ought to have been there,
Mac!” he shouted, hitting his friend a
terrific slap on the shoulder. “They
almost pulled ea< h other's hair. It
was great. It looked like a break in
the wheat pit for a moment or two.
C. B. Smith wanted to leave, and
they pulled him back. Kilgallan ?*tood
up by your cute little blackboard and
defied anybody to prove you were
wrong."
"Of course—Kilgallan!” muttered
Allan between his clenched teeth.
Kilgallan was head of the Steel
Trust.
To Be Continued Monday.
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reasonable and sympathetic wife than
the domestic girl possibly can. There
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to have suffered in our own person be
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woman worries her husband about tri
fles. and the minute he comes home be
gins pouring upon his unfortunate head
all the accumulated mishaps of the day,
simply because she does not compre-
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A Macon pharmacist was called to the
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recently.
“Do you keep carbouic acid?” inquired
an anxious voice.
“Yes, madam," responded the polite
druggist.
“Well, wouldn't that kill you!”
And there followed the click of a re
ceiver being hung up.
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