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t \ Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. \r ADAME JOUVEN’S 1* in the very heart of the Latin Quar ts r. It la a dingy building with n faded, etrlped awning which shades the tables outside, and with low-relllnged rooms and sawdust floors within. The small, round tables are placed so close that Madame Jouven and her three daughters i\ ho eorvo you. can hardly squeeze through. Although it was only half-past six every table on the terrace whs taken “Oh. how quaint! Look, the walla are all covered with sketches!” ex claimed Helen as one of Madame Jouvrn's daughters led them inside. “Quaint enough,” grumbled War ren. "But I’m mighty sceptical about these places where they serve dinner for only two francs. That’s too cheAp Something's wrong, some thing's wrong somewhere." "But Mar.on said all the art students came here—It must be all right. And everything look* clean." "Well, art students may thrive on horse meat, but 1 don’t want any of It in mine. Remember those shops with the glided horse's head? I’ll wager these quaint little 'restaurants' are their prize customers ’’ "Don’t, dear—don’t spoil our din ner." pleaded Helen, glancing around for Marion, who had said they would find her there any night. Warren had come most reluctantly. He had been very unresponsive to Helen's enthusiastic account of the meeting with her old school friend. “She'd be a blamed sight better off at home than living here In the Quarter.” was his verdict, when Helen told him of Marlon's studio and her Independence. Marion Arrives. Warren was never In sympathy with '«creers” for women. He thought their place was in the home and never lost an opportunity of say ing 5*0. "Oh. there’s Marlon now," eagerly, as a tall girl In a Bailor hat, white shirtwaist and blue serge skirt, came beaming by toward them. Helen tried to make her cordiality rover Warren's lack of It. He had known Marion only slightly In the old school days, and now he was un doubtedly prejudiced against her work and her Bohemian life Possibly Helen's admiration and enthuHlasrri Increased this prejudice But Marion was too genuinely fond of Helen and too delighted to be with her to notice Warren aloofness. One of Madame Jouyen's daughters now brought them each a plate on which was a sardine, two olives, one slice of tomato unit two tiny radish©*. In a two-franc dinner the food must be served in very exact portions. She also brought three pint bottles of claret, with a dab of red wax over each cork. “So we get a bottle of sealed win© with our two-franc dinner*"’ "But It's very good wine," declared Marlon, resenting Warren's sarcasm. "This Is the best two-franc dinner In Paris. Every student in the Quarter swears by Madame Jouven. Look 411 the testimonials of our gratitude," nodding to the penciled sketches which covered the wall* "Oh, I was going to ask you about those," interrupted Helen. “Rend that one hack of you—the verses are in English." Helen turned to a clever sketch of a French ballet girl, pirouetting on one toe. The Verse underneath she read aloud: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Here's to keep you as you are Twinkle now. for you'll grow fat, And stars don't twinkle after that!" Even Warren grinned an appret l- ative, "That’s not bad.’’ "Home of the best ones are on the other aide," said Marion. Every Inch of the opposite wall was covered with drawings most of them caricatures. Some of the versts were in French, some in English, and most of them screamingly funny. Mimi. “Hello, what’s that?" demanded Warren, looking under the table. "Oh. that’s Mimi,’’ laughed Marion, dropping half her sarulne on the TWO WOMEN SAVED FROM OPERATIONS By Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound— Their Own Stories Here Told. Beatrice, Neb.—"Just after my mar riage my left aide began to pain me and the pain got so severe at times that I suffered terribly with It. I visited three doctors and each one •wanted to operate on me, but I would not consent to an operation. T heard of the good Lydia E Pinkham * Vegs table Compound was doing for others and I used several bottle* of it, with the result that I haven't been both ered with my *lde since then I am In good health and I have two little glrln."—Mrs R. B. Child. Beatrice. Neb The Other Case. Carv. Maine —"T feel it a duty I owe to all suffering women to tell what Lvdla E. Plnkham'a Vegetable Compound did for me One year ago I found myself a terrible sufferer 1 had pain® In both sides and such a soreness I could scarcely straighten up at times My back ached, I had no appetite and was so nervous 1 could not sleep, then I would be so tired mornings that I could scarcely get round. It seemed almost im possible to move or do a bit of work and I thought I never would be any better until I submitted to an opera tion. but my husband thought I had better write to you and I did so, stat ir.r my svmptom- I commerced taking Lydia E Pinkham s Vegetable Compound and soon felt like a new woman I had no pains slept well, had good appetite and could do al most all my own work for a family of four T shall always feel that I w* mv good health to your Vege- A drs. UuQ eard !zi*$ QffTJ* — sawdust floor for the big gray cat. "Well, I wish 'Mimi' would claw the table's log instead of mine " "Oh, Isn’t she a beauty?" Helen leaned over to stroke her sleek fur “We’ve got the most wonderful Per- sion cat — Pussy Purrmew. She's taken three ribbons at the Madison Square Garden, b< aides a special "Oh, cut it," broke in Warren. "When Helen gets started on Pussy Purrmew you think we had the only cat that ever took a prize.” “He's Just as proud of her as I ! am," teased Helen. Here a crowd of eight students came In. nodded to Marlon as they passed, and with an air of being quite at home pushed two tables to gether. seated themselves, and began rearranging the silver. Geniality. They were all Americans who had evidently been long in the Quarter. Helen instantly noticed a marked resemblance in one of the men to a large cartoon on the side of the wall under which was scrawled "A Type.” He had the same closely-trimmed Van Dyke beard, the s;yne slouch hat. flowing tie and black velvet coat. He needed only the portmanteau under his arm to complete the pic ture. “Yes, that's a caricature he drew of himself.'' smiled Marion, noticing Helen's glance of comparison. "He’s very clever, hut he’s too lazy to work. His folks live somewhere In Michigan. I believe they're well-off, and occasionally he gets a check from home. The one next to him Is Paul Folomore—he had a picture in the Salon last year. The girl he’s with j Is Elsie Olaypool—she doe* minia ture*'’ The man with the Van Dyke beard went over to a Rhelf on which were a dozen or more napkins in varied colored rings. "Get mine! Get mine!" clamored the others, catching them dexterously as he tossed them over. "Here's yours, Marion. Want It?” holding It up, poised to throw. Marion laughed and shook her ; head. "No, I'm company to-night, so 1 I’m flaunting a fresh one." "Oh, ail r-l-g-h-t," with a comic drawl as he put back the napkin. Two of the other men had gone after the claret, glasses, relishes and bread, which with noisy merriment they distributed around their long table. "Oh. yes, when It’s crowded here we often wait on ourselves," smiled Marlon. "And we all have our nap kin rings—it saves Madame a lot of laundry." Helen was beginning to feel the charm of It all, and even Warren unbent HomewhAt In this atmosphere of geniality and good fellowship. As the dinner consisted only of relishes, soup, fish, chicken, salad and cheese, the possibility of horse-meat was eliminated. Marion suggested that they take their coffee and ilquor out to one of the now vaennt tallies on the terrace. Everyone was having n cordial, for a dinner In Paris however Inexpen sive. Is not complete without a cognac, am ettc. menthe, or grenadine. Old Marie. The group of American students at the long table grew more merry. Every now and then they broke into a chorus of some popular song, beat ing time on the table with their glasses. Almost everyone had finished his dinner, but they all still lingered on. Home were playing checkers, others had pushed aside their coffee cups and were writing letters. The check ers ann the well-worn portfolios with the notppaper and pink blotters were supplied by Madame. These Latin Quarter restaurants are not merely places to eat, for they contribute much to the social life of the student. A little old woman, bent and shriv elled. now paused in the street before the terrace and began to Ming In a piping voice. Between the verses she executed a tottering pas seul. "That’s old Marie. She used to be a famous dancer at the opera." "But surely some society would take care of her." asked Helen. Marlon shrugged her shoulders. “There’s so many worn-out art lets in Paris. And perhaps old Marie would rather have this vagrant life and her glass of absinthe.” as Warren and some of the students threw her a few sous, “than to be shut up In©an old ladles’ home." A number of students who had evi dently dined somewhere else now came in to have a cordial and a chat at Madame Jouven’s. Every one sofmed to know every one else. It was after ten before they left. Marlon insisted on their coming to her studio. They walked with her to the gate of the old garden, but to Helen’s disappointment Warren re fused rather curtly to go up. "Dear, I’m afraid Marion was hurt," as they turned hack Into the Boule vard Ht. Michael. "You were almost rude." "Well, she’d no business to Insist. She saw I didn't want to go. I’ve had enough Bohemianlsm for one night Where’s that underground sta tion we saw on the way down?" "Oh, Warren, we’re not going back In the underground?” "Why not?” "After dinner in the Latin Quarter —to take the underground" We might as well be in the subway at home. It would spoil the atmosphere of the whole evening" "Atmosphere be hanged! Should think those fellovvs’d he glad to get hack to less atmosphere and more civilization. This tin Quarter life's only camping out.” "But dear, their (work—their ca reers—’’ "Careers! If a few of those yaps would cut their hair, shake their greasy velvet Jackets and go back home, they might make a decent liv ing which Is a whole lot more than they’ll do here!" Playing the Game. Two Hoots met In a golf match. On one side of the course there was high railway embankment. Over this railway it nappened Jock drove his ball. They hunted for it a long time, but could not find it. Sandy wanted Jock to give It uy but Jock wouldna. for a lost ball means a lost hole. Finally Jock took a new* ball fr; his poke, dirtied It, and pretended to find it "Here 'tis. Sandy!" he called. ] "Ye’re a leear, Jock!" responded | Sandy. "I'm no a leear! Here ’tts!’’ "Ye’re a leear. for I’ve had It in ma 1 pocket for fufteen meenits!" THE TUNNEL Greatest Story of Its (Trnm tha G*rms* of KHlemo*nn— Herman »nrainn CTopyriglited. 1»1H. Uy p., her Vsr!eg Berlin hnflleh translation and The hundreds who made a com fortable living snapping for tin scraps that fell from the financial orgies of the great, watched the great screens in front of the news paper office* far into the night. They wanted to know who MacKendree Allan was, and who was bock of him and where his tunnel would be. All of these things might mean fortunes to them. EVEN billions conference," ons represented at the Rcreen an nounced, in big black letters against the blinding white. But the first big sensation came when the following appeared: "Europe will he a suburb of New York, says C. H. Lloyd!" Another paper showed In moving pictures the arrival of Vanderstyfft at the momentous conference In Ills monoplane, and supplementary pho tographs and sentences to show how the operator of the machine was run down and nearly knocked from the roof. Then a photogranh of Splnna- wav. the Injured photographer. Then moving pictures showing Allan help ing Mrs Allan into a cab the next morning and kissing her good-bye. "Great announcement!" was the next sign, and there was a roar of nervous laughter when the follow ing appeared: "f\ G. Hunter, .broker, books first passage on first train through tun nel." Great Possibilities. In quick succession came state ments from the Secretary of Com munications that the tunnel would save a year in the life of every busi ness man—from a famous tobacco merchant that a carload of goods could be shipped from Los Angeles to 8t. Petersburg without reloading — from another money king that, a man would go to Europe a dozen times where he went once to-day. And so on. Hut little of this was grist for the brokers’ mills. Already the news »? Allan’s real estate operations was more or less substantially before them one great opportunity snapped up. Others might be slipping away every second. Who was going to lead the financing’ Lloyd? Wlttersteiner? How would the money be raised—in the open market? What would the Capitalization be—the bond Issue? Others than the small fry brokers were busy that nigh*,. The great Trans-Atlantic Shipping Trust saw its control of the sea traffic headed for n tremendous disaster if the great plan should prove feasible. The heads of this great -combine were among the few excluded from the conference, omitted from Lloyd’s Invitation list. With their friends and allies th j y were deep In a council of war. laying shrewd plans to grease the wheels 0* International politics so that they would operate against the tunnel. Rives found the elderly financier in a secluded corner of tho smoking room, where a window commanded a view of the Jersey hills and the air ships winking and flashing against the sky and the occasional upward leaping shafts of light that guided them across the Aheghenles on tho line for New York. After Mr. Wtlterstelner had hos pitably seen to the wants of his guest ns to liquid and nicotine refreshment he nodded to a disordered profusion of telegrams scattered on the little table among the bottles and cigarette boxes. "Your friend, Mr. Allan,” he ob served with a quaint smile, "has no*, let any grass grow under his feet.” Rives feigned a puzzlement that was not all real. “In what way, Mr. Y lttersteiner"’ The old man chuckled. "I havo been getting some information from some of my European agents about his activities In the real estate field." Rives Surprised. Rives could hardly conceal his em barrassment. "Why, surely. Mr. Wit- tersteiner”—he began, but the old man interrupted him with a gesture “Tut. tut! You need not defend him—it was perfectly obvious, but It Is the obvious that the small man overlooks. It augurs well for the suc cess of the main plan that the man at the head of it Is prompt and clear headed." “I ©m glad you feel that way about It." said Rives, with some relief. “You are Interested?" Mr. Witter- stelner smiled shrewdly. “A few' millions.” confessed the other with a laugh. "I never should have thought about it. but I am being kidnaped into slave labor, and Al lan let me in as balm to ruffled eas>e.” Mr. Wlttersfeiner nodded approv ingly. "That Is good. He is a gifted man Mr. Allan a farseeing man. He will go far. But," he added gravely, "I hop^ not too far." "How do you mean?" asked Rives quickly. "Why, It was very shrewd of him to select for the entrance sites deserts and waste places where the land could be had for a song, but it would not do.to try that same principle with the stock of the company—it would not do for him. I hope he will re member that older and more respon sible heads are concerned." "I am snre that Allan has no idea of anything hut that Mr Lloyd and his allies shall conduct the financing In their own way with the Vroper safeguards for himself." Kind Since Jules Verne Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. r^TAllARE was a awful funny cuppel I cairn to visit Pa fr Ma last nlte. Thare nalm was Mister A' Missus Blume; I think thare nalm shud have been Gloom. Thay was both of them as sad as if the wurld was cumming to a end. I knew that Pa dident like them, beekaus he Is awful jolly moast of the time, but Ma sed that thay was old friends of the fambly so thay wud have to be entertained. I wud be glad to entertain them. Pa Sed to Ma out in the kitchen, but thay look so sad that I doant know what to do for their plesur, inless I spank littel Bobbie fr maik him cry I have newer did that yet, sed Pa, and I hate to start in now. Oh, I guess thay aint as bad as all that. Ma sed. Jest go out now fr entertain them till I rum. So Pa fr me went out Into the living room wile Ma was gitting sum late supper for the cumpany. Well, sed Pa to Mister Plume. I see that Matty won another gaim yester day. He is doing pritty well for a poor old cripple that is all in, isent he? sed Pa. I do not pay much attention to the petty triumfs of a baseball player, sed Mister Blume. He may be a idM among the unthinking, but was Cae sar a baseball player? No. He was a grate general! Oh, I see, sed Pa, you want to talk about generals. Well, sir. I think that Napolvun was about the niftiest gen eral that ever told his men to go & git drilled by bullets. He was a far- sited man, sed Pa. Wen his starving, frozen Grand Armee was blundering back from Moscow he cud look far enuff ahgd to git out of it hisself, so he took Six of the best horses fr the best carriage A* took a bee line for Paris, leeving his poor soljers to git hoam the best way thav cud. oh, yes, he was a inhuman man, sed Mister Blume. He waded to his tri umfs thru a sea of blood, of blood, blood, blood. Then Mister fr Missus Blume looked awful blue & sad. Pa sed he had been in a awful war, too, but dident git no medals, al though he was intitled two them. Mister Blume looked at Pa kind of hard for a minnit, but Pa dident turn red. I turned kind of red for him, but Mister Rlume wasent looking at me, so he dident know that Pa was lying. Well, sed Mister Blume, you may have beeh in tnat awful war, oUt wether you were or not, thare were reelv grate men In those days, & the iv.lv loved them. Now we have no reely grate men. Jest wen we begin to think one of them Is grate, up cums a inquiry & somebody produces a lot of canceled checks, fr the grate man’s nalm is mud. The grate men are all molderlng In thare graves, sed Mister Blume. fr the grate wimmeil, too, sed Missus Blume. Oh, dear me, what Is this wurld cumming too? oh, I think you must be a grate woman. I toald Missus Blume. Then she reely smiled & called me a deef littel man. It made me think of a littel verse I herd on the stage: The wise man Is wise in his wisdom, The fool thinks he’s wise in his folly; But thp high fr the low, warever you go Are all easy marks for a Jolly. Do You Know-- Private Doughty, of the Royal Ma rine Light Infantry, completed a re markable piano-plavlng performance at the East Cowes Town Hall re cently. having played without a stop for 25 hours'. Doughty finished re markably fresh, his only food having been a few hard-boiled eggs, grapes, and a little 1 milk, relieved by an oc casional puff at a cigarette. The most powerful locomotive in the world has just been built by the American Locomotive Company for a Virginia railroad. It enn haul 155 loaded 50-ton capacity goods trucks at ten miles an hour. It has sixteen driving wheels. The locomotive and tender weigh 752.000 pounds, and the fire-box is large enough to hold a shunting locomotive. The profession of prompter is more suited to women than to men, as their voices carry better across the stag*, and are less audible in the audito rium. Up-to-Date Jokes Tutter--Awfully pretty baby of yours, Bender, but—er—what is it, a boy or a girl? Bender—Can’t you tell it’s a girl? "No. How on earth do you tell?” "Can’t you see? She’s reaching up to put her mother’s hat on straight.” "Oh, doctor, I feel so discouraged— whooping cough, measles, mumps, and croup, one after the other, and now my child is ill again!" "Why, the boy s a genius!" "A genius?" *"Yes—infinite capacity for taking pains, you know." Wedderly—I’d hate to have any business dealings with Slyker. He’s too smart. Singleton—Do you mean to say that you consider him smarter than your self? Wedderly—I certainly do. Why, he had a chance to marry my wife—but he didn’t. An Aeroplane View of “Tnnnel City. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE The story oppns 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 lift miles an hour. Hives is in love witli Mamie Allan, wife of Maokendriek Allan, whose mind first conceived the great tunnel Scheme. After going about 250 miles under the Atlantic Ocean Hives gels nut of the tralti Suddenly tho tunnel seems to burst. There is a frightful explosion. Men are flung to death and Rives is badly wounded, lie staggers through ihe b. tiding smoke, realizing that about 3,000 men 'have probably perished. He and oher survivors get to Station No. 4. Hives finds Baermann holding at bay a wild tnob of frantic men who want to climb on a work train. Munebody shoots Baertnanh, and the train slides out. The scene is then Changed to the foof of the Hotel Atlantic. The greatest financiers of the country are gathered there at a summons from C. H. Lloyd, “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 tells the company of his project for a tunnel 3.100 miles long. The financiers agree to back him. Allan and Hives want him to take charge of the actual work. Rives accepts. Rives goes to the Park Club to meet Wit- terstelner a financier. At Columbus Circle news of the great project Is being Hashed on a screen. Thousands are watching It. Now Go On With the Story. A Bigger Game. “That Is right," apporved Mr Wlt- terstelner. "The profits from this real estate transaction will not be in considerable but at the same time you must not forget that It is only a trifle—a side show. No matter how great the profits are, it is slmplj the work of a real estate operator. The game of finance Is different But, as 1 say, it speaks well for Him. I am glad that he Is not merely an engi neer. You have known him long?” “Ever since our college days.” "He is of a wealthy family?” "Not by a long shot!" declared Rives, with energy. "He worked in a coal mine when lie was twelve years old and was the only man in the mine with brainy enough to find a way out when most of ft caved in. That brought him to some promi nence in the news, and a wealthy old woman In Chicago undertook his ed ucation. He told me that watching the drums hauling cages uj and dovlu the shaft* gave him his first taste for engineering. Then he went to work for the electrical people and de veloped AUanite. I helped him to finance It and that gave him a mod erate fortune. Since that time he has worked continuously on hls tunnel project." "Truly a remarkable history," ob served the old man. " And that was his wife with Mil's Lloyd?" "Yes.” "Apparently a very charming and Intelligent woman." Rives studied the end of hls cigar ette. "Yes—a very charming wo man." he ngreed, slowly. I EAYING the teams to toll along the sandy by-roads behind him. Rives cantered forward on his wiry little polo pony to look over the ground. It was the last bit of unclaimed land in the Jersey plains. Less than a hundred years before all of the country they had passed through af ter leaving Toms River, which was the temopary chief shipping point, had been sand waste and scrub pine. I Now it was the most fertile garden I land in the world. On the site of the I tunnel entrance the government for esters had been bUfy and sturdy I young trees all about him marked the end of the first step in their work of redemption. H E dismounted and scrambled tin one of these that grew on a hit of rising ground, a sand-dune of twenty years before. Far to the southeast he could see the tall chim neys and the smoke of Toms River and mark the shipping in the canal, where once had been the desolate fiats of Barnegat Bay. And beyond that a faint strip of the blue At lantic. For a long time he sat dangling hL« legs from a limb and gazed out across the country until presently dusty col umns of wagons closed in around him and scores of men began unlimber ing tripods and marking stakes. Wag on after wagon came up and dis charged its load of men and equip ment axes for the most part—and f soon the woods for miles around rang t with the blows of the steel, and from his evrle it seemed to Rives that some invisible giant Was stalking through the woodland, sweeping a mighty scythe. Tho least wooded portions were first assailed, and as fast as the surveyors indicated the places temporary sheds sprang up as if they had leaped from the ground. The smoke of a hundred fires went up into the clear summer air. And Rives was in the thick of it. directing gangs of axmen. hurrying the cooks and the carpenters, dashing off across the country toward Lake- wood to "jack up” the mei who were running the temporary telephone line that should have been completed by daybreak. By 11 o’clock the line was into the little combination office and bedroom which was to be his home for the next few weeks. But most particularly he gave at tention to the two steel rails that were thrusting themselves toward him from Toms River, a thousand feet to the hour. "Allan is swamping me here at the terminal." Wilson telephoned. "I can’t handle everything that’s coming here and see that the line goes through." “You have to,” Rives told him blandly. "If It isn’t through so you can get freight started out here be fore dark, you'll be swamped worse than that in the morning—if I know Allan. You better stay on the job all night." The Train Arrives. At b’clook there was a wild cheer from thousands of throats. A train of 50 cars loaded with cooks, cooking paraphernalia and provisions, bed ding. blankets, boxes and bales of all sorts drew up to the camp and began discharging in a feverish hurry. It was 9 o'clock before the camp was fed. and Rives gave orders that every man was to get as much sleep as he could, as quickly ns he could and in the most convenient plae»*. There was roofin^ for less than half of the laborers, but Allan s agents had picked this vanguard of the tunnel army with a view' to hardship, and lhe> curled up in blanket? on the pine needles and slept under the stars. At 4 o’clock the camp was roused by the whistle of a locomotive. Wil son, working all night with the help of most of the freight masters at Toms River and his own men, had started another train of a hundred cars and telephoned that more would be along in a few hours. "Get those cars unloaded and shoot ’em back to me as quickly as you can,” he telephoned to Rives. "Allan is not only using all of our private cars, but all he can steal from the railroads, and the traffic manager is beginning to holler ‘Murder! watch!’" These were freight cars loaded to the roofs with building materials of the more perishable sort, and Rives swore at his carpenters as they toiled by lantern light to get roofs over it. The handling was faster than the roofing, for the top of each car was packed solid with workmen. The next train brought a complete power plant, which was to bd used until the bigger plants could be in stalled, and by the time it arrived the concrete bases for the dynamos were beginning to dry. It was terrific pace. The run of a few short miles from Toms River gave Wilson a big advantage, and. in spite of his furious efforts, the freight piled up beside the tracks. Rives got Allan on the telephone in New York. "What’s the matter?" he demanded, only half-humorously. "Well—what is the matter?" de manded Allan. "Where are the workmen?" "What workmen?" "Why. I’ve only got about four thousand here now, and they can’t handle the freight and put up the buildings fast enough, let alone do any real work. Get some men!” "All right,” laughed Allan; "I’ll shoot some along.” To Be Continued To-morrow. 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