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ATLAHUG-TtitWH.' i 6 6YNDtC.OT&! , ' p?000QOGOOQ I Y:FK:S£K1£0 : AT | CCJW «*?!*£ *' *> *»!£» H»vy*»n Ik , One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER CHAPTER XXIV. T HERE is an excitement about being loved. 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 spent was she that she experienced a feel- ing almost like pleasurable relief ndw 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 <lhad declared stoutly. ‘‘I’ve known all along that you weren’t happy, and perhaps you’re about ready to have someone look aft er you. When I first saw you, Pear son told me that he’d heard in a kind of round-about way that you were engaged, but I guess he wak 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 not mean 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 marry 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 6poken the truth when she made a similar assertion to her mother early in the evening. Mary Danforth did net 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 woulaT” 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 I 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. But 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. “W T e 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 to 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 waiting?” 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.” Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. THE TUNNEL Greatest Story of Its Kind Since Jules Verne (From ths Oennsa of Bernhard Kenermann— «etmen vartioa Copyrighted. 191V. by tt. Fischer Vorlag. Berlin. English translation and rom pi Utica by ma \~X T ^ ae< ^ n ^ e * \ / 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 bad headache, backache and such awful bearing down pains that I could not be on my feet at times and I had organic in flammation bo badly that I was not able to do my work. I ceuld not get a good meal for my husband and one child. My neighbors said they thought my suffering was terrible. “My husband got tired of seeing me suffer and one night went to the drug , store and got me a bottle of Lydia K. Pinkham'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 rue. I was greatly benefited from the j first and it has made me a well worn- • an. I can do all my housework and iven helped some of my friends as well. I think it is a wonderful help to all suffering women. I have got sev eral to take it after seeing what it has lone for me.”—Mrs. Emma Espen- jbade, 219 East Main St., Middletown, ? *The Pinkham 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 la aft established fact that Lydia E. Pinkham a Vegetable Compound haa restored health to thousands of such suffering women. Why don’t you try It if you need such a medicine? If you want special advice, write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (con fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a wpman held in strict opftfidono* 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 pritty well A 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 taik It into yure hed to run awa> 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 & lit tel Bob bie to llssen 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 hut pleese doant start the ending too near the mlddel. I am very tired to- nite A so is our littel son. Go ahead. So Pa red: And so, as we are gathered here to- nlte, 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 Cordll- 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 pn the Sahara or cold and shivering along the banks of Russia’s lordly Beresina, we shall reemember this nite wen for once we are banded together with the band of brotherly luv. No city has known us long. Strangers we cum and strangers we go. Like the 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 ing as a twilight shadow, we flit through life and thus we live and love. Well, well, sed Ma, you are a bunch of shifty guys, arent you? I doant see what time you have to love or live wen you are scooting around from pil lar to post. Anybody would think there was a sheriff after every one of you. But how do you like the speech? sed Pa. It is splendid, sed, Ma. You have rote 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 & I can globe trot fast enqff 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. (Copyrighted, 1S13, by International New* Service.)- H IS voice, when he threw back his head and began to speak, was'like himself—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 .‘mall dot about the middle of the board. His audience watched in listless patience. “This,” he pointed to one line, “is 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 merning before breakfast. A few hitched their chairs slightly and leaned forward with a faint gleam of Interest in their faces. Thre* or four wighed wearily and leaned back gazing up at the stars that gleamed like bits of dull glass through i 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 Jt 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 eu?h as the trrigalton o f 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 T have planned It,” he went on simply, “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 thesp practical vision- ‘‘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, together with the one American and the two Euro- pean stations, will give us five points of attack. That Is to say, we will he boring the actual tunnel In eight places at the same time—both ways from the Bermudas, the Azores and the Spanish coast, westward from Bondnn and southeastward from New Jersey. “Thus we Will finish more quickly than if we followed a straight line and could bore onlv 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 he 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 stook 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-Calals tunnel which Is to be opened this year—these have proved to our satisfaction that the construc tion of submarine tunnels offers no difficulties to modern engineering. The Dover-Calals tunnel has a length of about 35 miles. “My tunnel is going to be about 3,100 miles long." An Impression. The Business Girl as a Wife 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 business girl as a wife. What do I think of tha 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 hud 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 oomes 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 bu#lnee«-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. Bhe will get busy with the cook book, and before you know it she will be turn ing out things en casserole and a la raaitre de hotel that will make the hit- or-miss cooking of the girl who has learned to do things the way that moth er did them seem like & quick lunch joint compared to Delmonlco’s. Advantages. 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 Haermann, 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 Jtlves 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. I-Joyd, “The Money King.’’ John Rives addresses them, and introduces Al lan. Mrs. Allan ami Maude Lloyd, daughter of the financier, are also pres ent. Allan begins to speak. Now Go On With the Story. One nr two of hie hearers irianced at each other quickly. “Old Man” Wittersteiner, 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 as the French and English engineers—although I 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-day can And room to mount an l engine—there he is at home! “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 hi# foreh I 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 6hall need a quantity of electric current about equal to that produced by the entire Niagara power companies. Niagara is not in the market any m6re—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 saw 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,” remarked the engineer. * t • Miss Lloyd 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 eye# sparkled with enthusiasm. “Won’t you com© down with us?” invited Mrs. Allan as th© door was opened. “No, thank you,” laughed the girl. She had her father’s 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 tne 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 w'here each man was rapidly going over the situation in his own mind arih where each was trying to see more quickly than his neighbor how he might grind som<> particular pri vate ax at the general grindstone. This much each saw—or thought he #aw. It was plain that "L” would not have called the conference if he had not made up his mihd 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'projtwi 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” hnd taken the lion’s share in an undertaking, so huge the scraps for the jackals would be staggering. » * t Mrs Allan ate and chatted and laughed gaily, while her husband sat opposite smiling 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 whole night! Gracious! What a remarkable lot of men, Mac! That old gentleman—Mr. Wittersteiner— what a splendid head. What a young man Mr. Kllgallan 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 ids 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, apd they pulled him back. Kllgallan stood up by your cute little blackboard and defied anybody to rrove you were wrong.” "Of course—Kllgallan!” muttered Allan between his clenched teeth. Kllgallan was head of the Steel Trust. To Be Continued Monday. Any woman who can read can learn to cook like a cordon bleu in aix months, if she wants to. and if she doesn’t want to the mere ract 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 that make up for her not being a good free hand cook to begin with. The first of these is, of course, that the woman who has earned money is invariably a better manager with It and more care ful than the hnj who ha# not. The woman who has never made a dollar can’t get over the idea that money grows like leaves on a tree, and that when a man is away from home at work he is engaged in the pleasing pursuit of picking them off The woman who has had 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 running 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. j The business girl also makes a more • reasonable and sympathetic wife than ; the domestic girl possibly can. There are certain things that we are obliged to have suffered in our own person be fore we know how to appreciate what they mean to another. The ordinary 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 hend how heavy are the burdens he ha# 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 his 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- tng 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 hia 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 rubles 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; tflat 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 J lodge meetings. Above all, you may be sure that if you I marry a business girl she loves you. j She doesn’t have to marry for a home, . and a self-supporting woman looks a long time at a man before she makes j up her mind to give up her latch key and her individual pocketbook for him. And when she doe# she is pretty apt to have one of those chronic cases of af fection from which a woman never re cover#. 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. Josh. 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