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4- THE 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 each mistake, but so weary and spent 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 tnat 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 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 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 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 m&rry 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 Arm 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 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 1 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. "Came 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 1 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 w’ith 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 URed 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.” THE r T'T T\T\TCT Greatest Story of Its 1 UlNlNlliLi Kind Since Jules Verne The Business Girl as a Wife By DOROTHY DIX. (Trom the German of Bernhard Kellermann— Oernum remios Copyrighted. 1918. by Fiaeher Verlag. Berlin. English translation and compllatlcn by Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. •v ~yr y IFE, sed Pa to Ma last nite, \ \ J 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? i 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 HUSBAND TIRED OF SEEING HER SUFFER Procured Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Com pound, Which Made His Wife a Well Woman. been all oaver, Ma sed. It meen« 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 ether. However, I hoap you will have j ^wa« seftled ex- Ar as Ions' aji von t 1 ’ J „e mntp ew» Service.). 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 aftd 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 o: The board and another down the opruslte side. A little way out from each line he placed a . c «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 every morning before breakfast. A few hitched their chairs slightly and leaned forward with a faint gleam of Interest in their faces. Thre^ or four yilghed 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 wap something new. Of course, the plan had been vaguely talked of from time to time—like an air-line to Mars —but never before bad It been se riously presented. They bad feared that old “L” had let himself become moved by some time-honored chest nut such as the trrlgaiton of Sahara Allan was quick to see that so far he had made a favorable impression and he was as quick to presi 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 SO 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 Fngland 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 these practical vision- The Bermudas and Azores,” he ex Middletown, Pa.—"I had headache, backache and such awful bearing sum good times, & as long as you doant taik it into yure hed to run away to Europe w’ith 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: Apd so, as we are gathered here to- nlte, travelers all, roamers forever, there Is no peace for us In reemalning 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 cepting the select lop of the route, “are necessary from a technical standpoint. These two, together with the orie 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 T.ondon 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 be compelled—If that Is neces sary, which it will not be—to give that permission. I can make them quote the stock BaCK&cn* ana sutii '*"*■“* D , ...... . . , ; » ran . down nftins that I oould not be on my we Bee at n,te the stars of Arizona or of this company on every stock mar- 7° ? „„ T oriranic in- the * un that K ' Ws the domea Pekin, | g e t of Europe or ruin their own in feet at tlm , ! whether we are parched with thirst on Idustries!” he declared, grimly. - — *-- Jl — I was not 1 • * - 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- tunnel which is to be flammation »o ba y a * “ I the Sahara or cold and shivering along able to do my work. I coul not ge ft j Q f Russia’s lordly Beresina, good meal for my husband and one we g jj a ii reemember this nite wen for child. My neighbors said they thought ; once we are banded together with the my suffering was terrible. band of brotherly luv. “My husband got tired of seeing me ! No city has known us long. Strangers suffer and one night went to the drug we cum and strangers we go. Dike the store and got ms a bottle of Lydia E. meteor that flashes earthward from the Vea' r -these have proved Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and empyrean, like the strange, ghostly Ice- °P en ™ tnis_. told me I must take It. I can’t tell i p er g that glides out of the frozen North, you all I suffered and I can t tell you j J)ke the Westering sun that dips behind me th i at was°'greatly bfrom the I the Pacific, we are and then we are not. first and it has made me a well worn- j As elusive as a sunbeam, as flutter- of about 35 miles, an. I can do all my housework and j ing as a twilight shadow, we flit through _ ,. un - 90 n9 , eV en helped come of my friends as j thus we live and love. Well. 1 think it is a wonderful help to well well, sed Ma, you are a bunch I have got sev- to our satisfaction that the construe tlon of submarine tunnels offers no difficulties to modern engineering. The Dover-Caiais tunnel has a length ^krtoT^uTfTTsee’lng ;T^lt"hG : shifty guys, arent you7 I doant done for me "—Mrs. Emma Espen- ! see what time you have to love or live shade 219 East Main St., Middletown, wen you are scooting around from pil lar to post. Anybody would think thare The Pinkham record it 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 K. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound haa restored health to thousands of such 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 w’as a reel globe-trot ter, but I want you to bare one thing suffering women. V hy don t you try j n rnind, deerst luv Wen the wander It If you need such a medicine. , ^ ee jj n g curn9 oaver you, think of a w’ife 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 woman hold in rtrict oonfidono* & 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 enuff to keep up with you, old boy, sed Ma. I know’ it. sed Pa. I wud have to be a ohampeen trotter to lose you. A YOUNG man who has fallen In love with a pretty stenographer, but who fea^s 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 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 j Self-Control, society left at the post w’hen 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 busineee-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 on casserole and a la mkitre 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 a quick lunch Joint compared to Delmonlco’s. Advantages. Any woman who can read can learn to cook like a cordon bleu in six months, if she wants to. and if she doesn’t want to the mere met of her having always been at home Isn’t any guarantee that she Is domestic. Mother makes the angel cake In many a homa 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 one who has 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, bow much anxiety, how much sweat and blood go into every dollar, and she is careful of how ahe 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. hend how heavy are the burdens he ha« borne, how nerve-wrecked an<j 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 ing for her husband that will make her wondrous kind and patient with him. She wl'.l know that 1n 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 har<j work means. Above all, the business girl will have taught hew 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 weent.v 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 j’ou 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 The business girl has also been trained , U p her mind to give up her latch key A new phrase was on every lip: “Atlantic Tunnel Syndicate.’’ WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story opens with Rives, who Is in ehartre of the technical -work- ings of the great tunnel from America to Germany, on one of the tunnel trains with Paermann. 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 Baerinann holding at bay a wild mob of frantic men who want to climb on a work train. &omebody 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 •(’. IT. 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. to bo about 3,100 miles long.” An Impression. One or two of bis hearers glanced 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 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-day can find room to mount an l engine—there he is at homel F “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 co,.2?nt. Your money I do not need,” he declared boldly. “In spite of what Mr. FJves has said. For I am going to build this tunnel with the money of the world! ” He mopped his 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.” Thl 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 train# when the tunnel is completed, I shall need a quantity of electric current about equal 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 flrst time he had smiled, but he w’as 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 w’as my idea also,” remarked the engineer. • • • 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 eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Won’t you come 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 the flrst 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 I turned swiftly back to the table where each man was rapidly going over the situation in his own mind and where each w’as trying to see more quickly than his neighbor how he might grind some particular pri vate ax at the general grindstone. This 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 w’hat was left. On the other hand, to turn the project down meant w r nr 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 j stay out of it without an open break with the yellow-faced specter that j walked the money earth like a de- i stroying angel, they would inevitably 1 be run over In the march of this situ- I pendous enterprise. Everything in , the world would be more or less in- l timately connected with it. Also even i If “L” had taken the lkm’s share In j an undertaking so huge the scraps for the jackals would be staggering. | • • • Mrs Allan ate and chatted and I la.ughed 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. Kilgallan Is! But Mr. Smith" She w’as Interrupted by the tumul tuous entrance of Rives. He was in his shirt fleeves 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 stood up bv your cute little blackboard and defied anybody to prove you were wrong.” “i )f course—Kilgallan!” muttered Allan between hi» clenched teeth. Kilgallan was head of the Steel Trust. To Be Continued Monday. 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. 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- und 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. 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