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TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Shfc paused an<j he could hear her
Quick breathing
,r to'hat you say is probably very true,
jtfiefc Lloyd. he aaid quietly, alter a
little paus<* liut, why
care?"
-In other words,' nhe rej>lleMi a* quiet
ly, "it is none of m> particular o»»n-
cern. No don’t interrupt, it only
my concern as a ven - dear friefio Y.,u
may not g»v» me that title on your
aide, but I take it on mine Leaving
that aside, there is the duty ot uccosm
I hate failure ami, abo\«- all. I hate
failure in a man who him not in him
the elements of failure. Y <u haw n o
Mr
father picks men too well to make a
mistake in ho hip an enterprise ns tins
It hurts me to sec you throwing away
the one thing that you’ve lived for
quitting under tire, burying ' ourself
alive, instead of taking your plw • on j
fho firing line
Allan stared straight out before him
lor a tew minutes, and then he sn .led. ;
a wear?’ little smile
"Miss Lloyd," he said, "in spite of the |
way you word it, I understand how
great a compliment you are paying me. j
I haven't quit under fire There is n<» ;
battle, nor even an aetlve siege I’m |
just being starved out. I am cut off |
from my source of supplies, and for the
present, at least there can he no ;
thought of an active campaign
"Why not?" s he demanded.
Me gave her a quick, curious look.
Certainly she must know why.
■* We have no money," he replied
briefly
"Well, how o" you suppose you are
going to get money? Who Is going to
get It If you don't? And how are you
going to get It while you are burled
down here? I don't know of any one
who Is going t<» hire detectives to run
you down and tie you while they can
furt f money upon you Allan laughed
a little, silently, and then turned grave
"I have tried everything I can think
of, Miss IJoyd." he said, in u tone that
indicated that the conversation won be
coming a bore. This the girl ignored.
"Did you talk' to father?” she demand
ed. though she Uik w every detail of the
negotiations
Allan nodded. "Of course
"Well?”
"Mr. Lloyd did not hold out ilia
slightest hope that any money could
be raised in the near future."
This tln.e it was the girl who laughed
silently. He gave her % puzzled, curious
loot..
"When wn that? she asked
November.
"A .'tar ago!" she exclaimed re
proachfully "No wonder! Father's
hands were very much tied then- he
was just rounding up the remnants of
the paplc. Everything Is very different
now
A quick flush, a gleam of hope leaped
to Allan’s face
"Do : oq mean that you think your
father s.*cs some hope of raising money
again?" ue asked, and his voice trem
bieti slightly.
"I am sure of It. wan the unexpect
ed reply It was fully ten seconds before
Allan cou’d tpL;l ldmsclf to speak agalu.
The girl appreciated the effect of her
own woru».
'•What how what mains you think
so?’ Ilia voice v\a.s almost husk.v with
emotion.
She did iiot answer at once. Hhc ap
peared to be reth ting.
"Mr. Allan," she aaid with some tim
idity, real or feigned. "If 1 would if I
were to iruht you with what la practi
cally a confidence, you would not be
tray me you would b* careful, wouldn’t
you ?"
"Of course!" he cried eagerly, and
then he remembered. "Hut If It is a
confidence He left the sentence
open.
Again she appeared to be turning
something over in her mind. Allan
waited with a beating heart, his eyes
hungrily try Ing to read the beautiful
face She was buttoning and unbut
toning a glove
"T'll tell you,” she decided. "There Is
not only a chance, hut a practical cer
tainty, if you handle the matter with
your old skill. 1 talked this over wiih
father—a sort of final talk—the other
da' He said that there was no chance
that the public could he Induced to in-
mhi for at least a year after work had
been resumed and was bowing the beet
results.
“ ‘Well,’ I said, ’can t vou and some of
your triends put up tlie money to carry
on the work until the public is ready
to come in again?’
" ’i’ossihly, saitl father In tact. T
am almost certain that some su« h ar«
langcmont could now he made If we had
any assurances that Allan feels
able to go on and finish the
work Wo can’t go to him and cross-
examine him about it That’s one rea
son F hoped you would be able to Indue®
him to call.’ Now. then, Mr. Allan In
the vernacular of the street. It seems to
me that it’s up to you!"
Allan v as boldine h s handkerchief
up to his face as If lie had been per
spiring. When he lowered it his cheeks
were flushed and there wus a strange
glitter in hie eyes. lie reached over
without a word and pressed her gloved
hand in Ids until the pain almost made
her cry out.
"I wonder. ’ she smiled, “I wonder if
now. vou would come to dinner, say
the day after to-morrow."
"Would 1?" he laughed uncertainly.
"Why. Mias Lloyd, you’d have to call out
the militia to keep me away."
The car drew up to the door of tlie
administration building and Allan .step-
lied out.
"Until day utter to-morrow,” he* said,
holding her hand for an instant. "And—
God bless you"’
And as the big car darted off, Miss
Lloyd loaned back against the cushions,
rubbing her bruised lingers softly
against her cheek, with st little trium
phant smile on her liny
More Fencing.
There was no doubt that Lloyd was
glad to see Allan. If for no other
reason lie would have been glad
because the presence of the Tun
ned master gave pleasure to his daugh
ter. Mr Lloyd did not pride himself
<>n his social diplomacy, hut lie was a
delightful host an<j his daughter was
the one living thing that he loved.
Allan thought when kith el entered the
library where they were taking a cock
tail before dinner that he had never
seen so magnificent a woman. She wore
the price of an office building on her
shoulders arid in her hair, but v ithout
any adornment she would have been
striking She was fully as tall us he
was, with long limbs and slender, broad
and slightly sloping shoulders. Even in
her amazing dinner gown she moved
with the easy, sleepy grace of a wild
thing
"Diana civilised! Ulan exclaimed
under his breath.
"Why, how do you do, Mr. Allan!"
she exclaimed. "1 lold father you had
finally written to accept an invitation,
but that he’d better not believe It until
he had seen you."
Allan quickly grasped the idea that
her father was not to know of hor
visit to Tunnel City."
"T came as soon as 1 could, Miss
Lloyd," he replied.
"Well, we’ll have to arrange things
so that you can come more frequently
-won’t we, lather?
"By all means.” smiled the old gentle
man.
The dinner was a gaj uftau Mr.
Lloyd laughed and joked with an un
usual freedom, and It suddenly occurred
to Allan that the great financier was
reaching an age where his mind might
not always be ns keen and sure is it
had been.
Favorable Signs.
Ho also noticed for the tirst time un
mistakable siisna that he was complete
ly under the domination of his splendid
daughter. All of which set Allan to
thinking very hard behind the mask of
light table talk
After dinner Mr. Lloyd suggested that
Bthe.l entertain them with a song or
two; but tiic girl shook her head.
“No, lather." she said with a little
smile, "Mr Allan does not like music."
Now. Allan hud never prided himself
Oil being a social diplomat either. In
stead of instantly denying the charge
he gave the girl a look of startled sur
prise.
To Be Continued To-morrovv.
Da ysey Mayme and Her Folks
8v FKAMGKB J, OA.RSIDF
L ET a man preface a remark with
'Statistics will show," and nc
can make the most glaring of
nUbbtatements *. > U i ere is none to
.’♦11 him dew n
It Is irli i .
•xagg, world s| ,
t!®ticr wl i mediately
prepares to accept uhat It precedes
as an uncontrov.riiblt result of long
and studiou- effort.
C'hauncey Dev ere Appleton, as pres
ident of the Children's Congress, dis
played many traits of one of mature
age In spit.
the day he turned from that modern
maternal fount, the nursing buttle, he
had devoted hi” life to the accumula
tion of statistics. cH had discovered
While an infant that "Statistic* will
show marked the student u, ne\ (
the prevaricator
Tic
ing some time to a collection or pa
rental negatives, called the Children s
Congress in special session to ' :f .,r
hi* report.
"Jt is not enough," the call read
“that we should know oumdver. Wt
must know our parents e.t well.
“I And," he raid, looking over his
glasret. "that a iiioti t vr ■
ing 'don't>e 93 times duj ‘ uu,;
that St times. It ir mort Uiffltu
to sc a Ml . report on »ui!icrr,
but I hat e tigure. ■ ;
out of 50 filth r t n 01 .
xuand the iirst lime.
Here he aighed. Hln juo
Sled In their chair*, ac<3 !<k
r/hat depressed
t 49
om- i
am*.
ship*.’ he resumed “I find that
grandmother* are ,3 per cent easy,
while grandfather v.*r> from ?’3 to
tlf* per cent. A spinster aunt with a
sort heart and an independent in
come t* 97 per cent easy, and her
favorite nephew’s and nieces hear the
sleighbells of Christmas all the year.”
He was reminded of an important
discovery. "Fathers, ” he said stern
ly. "In 87 per cent claim there is no
Santa Claus.”
His conclusion was that mother*,
grandmothers ajid aunts are indis
pensable, and that the happiest child
hood was that which knew no more
than 3 per cent male kin.
“We must arhe." he thundered,
‘a:uj demand full suffrage for the
mother in the home.
“Wt‘ must proclaim to the world
that the life, liberty and happiness of
the child demand that all power of
authority and finance be given to the
child's female relatives.”
Having decided by unanlmou.s vote
to remember that "mothers are 93 per
■ ent easy” as a daily inspiration, the
children wriggled from their chairs
and toddled home.
Kach bore in Its breast a noble
purpo*. if necessary each would
get soap box ind begin .> street
corner campaign to secure full and
final power for mother.
Fashions That Are Coming Soon
Exclusive Styles Described by Olivette
One Woman’s Story Virginia terhune vat* de water
By Olivette
I
-Mil!
simple tailor-made or dark green duvetyn
on Hu* left is absolutely the "dernier eri” of
lln Paris modes. The woman who means to
copy it must make sure tlmt her tailor is an adept
at. line. Bor graceful easy lines are more than ever
ueeesRury v.lien simplletiv rules in the Itiilor-imide
realm. The ihree-unarter c..ut is eut away above the
waist, a ml ends in a swallowtail at the baek. At
the neok lliere is a round eollar of ivory liberty.
The sleeves have tucks hi the line that would or
dinarily mark the cuff. V drais’d bell of the duve
tyn passes through straps formed by cuts in the
coat, and is knotted at the baek in two sash ends
finished by a double row of silk tassels in self-col
ored silk.
Tin' plain round skirt has a panel of pressed
pleats extending aeross the I sack in sunburst fash
ion.
The afternoon frock in the center is of copper-
colored crepe meteor with a dash of sapphire blue
in the soft silk girdle. The kimono bodice opens to
the waist line in a surplice. The deep collar and
I'Uhs are of embroidered white linen edged with a
double row of knife plaited valeneiennes. The little
waistcoat Is made of folds of Ivory net. The blue
girdle ties in a square bow ai the left side of the
surplice.
The short round skirt is gathered at the waist
and falls straight to the ankle, where it narrow fold
lintslies the hem. The front panel is trimmed at the
center of ils length by four close set two-inch tucks.
This stunning afternoon dress on the right bears
all the hall-marks of the smart French dressmaker,
and yet the woman who lias a hit of skill or a clever
seamstress can fashion one like it. The materials
used are prairie green satin for the coat and bre-
oaded crepe of the same beautiful shade for the skirt
and simple bebe waist.
The waist, which Is invisible in our picture, hus
a deep yoke of net trimmed In simple flounces of
the same material. The .•oat is slightly bloused
with broad low armholes from which the material
extends In a long half fitted sleeve, buttoned wlih
liny round buttons up to the elbow and finished with
little net frills. Met fs the broad shawl eollar edged
In pleated flounces of the same.
A huge ornament of embroider) in light tones
fastens the draped girdle at the middle front. Two
points gathered at the waist extend from the girdle
on each side of the front. At the back there Is a
small square panel for the same height.
The skirl fastens in front and is trimmed in
groups of the satin buttons; and at the foot there
is a short slit to show the foot just to the ankle.
Tiny tucks extend below the hip-line and from them
a bft of fullness goes to relieve the scant line of
the skirt.
CHAPTER XXXIV
W HEN Mary Fletcher's mother
died the daughter spoke of
the dead as "blessedly out of
it ai!.” Ap the winter wore itself
away, the "all’ meant more than ahe
j dared think. WhSn she found her
i thought* straying to the subject aha
• looked at her child and checked them.
I For after her mother’® death her bus-
j band drank more frequently and more
; deeply than ever - although he always
took hi*> liquor in the city and never
at the Middlebrook saloons. Often he
would come home from town just
Intoxicated enough to be irascible and
impossible to please.
He was in one of hie worst moods
when, on his return from town one
evening in the late winter, he
handed Mary a letter he had brought
from the village postoffice. For the
Fletcher* to receive mail was an un
usual occurrence nowadays. Mary
had not kept in toucli with the
friends she once had. and If Bert had
any correspondence, it was sent to his
office. So, unless Mary's mother-in-
law wrote to her—as she did infre
quently—the receipt of an epistle was
uncommon enough to make the wife
look up In surprise «hen her hus
band remarked, "Here's a letter for
you, Mamie.”
Her curiosity changed to another
sensation as she *aw on the envelope
handed her Gordon Craig's well-re
membered chirography. She did not
notice the expression of ill-concealed
suspicion on her husband’s face, but,
with hands that trembled in spit*
of herself, she tore open the en
velope and glanced hastily through
the letter I* wik not long, and the ;
writer told her that, chancing to pick
up a New Yt rk newspaper bearing a |
; date of several months ago, he had
seen the notice of Mrs. Dan forth'*
death and had thus learned where her
daughter was living. He wished to j
express hits sincere sympathy. He,
too. had knuw'n trouble. His wife had
died, last year, leaving him with a
tinv daughter,
"You and 1 have both drunk
deeply of the cup of sorrow since
last we met.” he wrote. "When 1
think of what life hold* in the way
of suffering. I wonder If I am the
simp man whom you used to know.
I think often of your parents’ good
ness to me, and of what an ideal
home you luid, and T hope that your
present life fulfill!! the promise of
your happy girlhood.”
Mary folded the letter thought-
fullv. The sight of Craigs hand
writing. the references he made to
her former life, had aroused a flood
of recollections that made her for
get for a moment her present sur
roundings %Jnr ai»d mother
~e gone, and he had lost his wife
How strange to think of Gordon as
the father of a motherless little girl!
All bitterness was gone from Mary’s
thought of him. If he had wronged
her. he had suffered. What w'as she
that she should condemn him .-’
Her huebana’s voice broke harshly
upon her muaings, and she started
violently.
"Well!” he exclaimed laudly.
"1 bee vour pardon!’ - she stam
mered. "Did you speak before?”
"No, but I’m speaking now!
Who’s that letter from?”
The \yonian hesitated, then stead
ed her voice and answoz*ed gravely.
"From an old friend.”
"Wnat’a his name?'”
"Gordon Craig.” she replied. She
was surprised that ffhe felt no trepi
dation. no embarrassment os she
spoke the name of the man she had
once loved. On the contrary, as
she repeated the familiar syllables
she seemed to gain strength and self-
control.
"An old friend, eh?” mocked her
husband. "I never heard of him.”
"I knew him when I was a girl.”
said Mary, brieflj. She began to
talk of other matter.-', but the half-
drunken man was not to be deterred
J'rom his determination to probe to
the bottom of what he considered a
suspicious circumstance. A sudden
thought occurred to him.
“I say,” lie demanded, "is that the
man that was going with you when
you iirst started work at Pearson’s
—the man 1 told you I heard was
paying you attention?”
His wife hesitated. Her sense of
truth would not let her tell the lie
that another woman might have
spoken. She had compromised with
honor when she married the man be
fore her. She would not add to that
sin by lying now. Her husband, his
Imagination inflamed by drink, noted
her hesitation and put his own con
struction upon It. He grasped her
wrLit angrily.
"Is that the man?” he repeated.
His wife looked him straight in
the eyes. "Yes.” she said.
He gripped her slender wrist more
tightly, but she did not wince.
"Were you ever in love with him?”
ht demanded.
The woman grew paler. "Yes,” she
said again.
"Tell me the truth about this
thing!” he exclaimed. “Did you ever
sec him after you promised to marrj
me?"
"No,” she replied.
"How many letters before this have
you gotton from hltn f”
"None." Her tone was low but
firm
The angr> man let her go ahd
turned from her. then, assailed b>
another doubt, he caught her by the
shoulders.
•Have you written to him? lie
asked
The red ami watery eye* glarsd
wildly into the steady ones lifted to
them. The man was trembling with
rage, bui the wife, though pale, an
swered with wavering.
“I have not.”
The fearless reply added fuel to
the husband's rage, and he shook her
brutally.
"That's a damned lie!” he roared.
Then, with a twist of his powerful
arms, he flung the fragile womar
from him with such force that she
staggered and fell to the floor. With
out a backward glance the husband
stamped out of the house.
He did rot return until after mid
night, although his wife, bruised In
body and spirit, listened and
watched through the lonely hours
He was drinking in the village tav
ern for the first time, from which
place, when he wat hopelessly in
toxicated, he was brought home by
the landlord.
As Mary opened the door fot her
husband and his companion, 9ht
knew that her secret was hers no
longer, and that by to-morrow aU
the village would be informed that
Bert Fletcher waa a drunkard.
The Head Waitress
By HANK.
••YA/ - the Steady Customer of the
* * Head Waitress in the Cafe
D’Enfant as he noticed the absence of
the genial manager.
"He’s on his vacation, she replied.
"Pretty sqft for some guys. You just
come back from yours, didn't you?"
"Yes, Louise,” said the Steady Cus
tomer. "For one beautiful week I trav
eled on the water in a motor boat with
my friend. Jimmy."
"Did Tt always mote? ’ asked the Head
Waitress.
"Most always." replied the Steady
Customer. "You see, we had a good en
gineer on board. You needn’t ask who
he was. Modesty would prevent my re
plying."
"Sure, you always did hate yourself,”
said the Head Waitress. "I was in a
motor boat once myself. The engine be
haved as if it liaci chronic presumption
and hesitated every now and then like
you do when you're figuring on whether
you can afford creamed chicken on
toast or browned hash But say, all
joking aside, you want to stop writing
about Mr. Flakes in the paper. One of
the bosses was speaking to him about it
the other day, and said it looked as if
he was getting too familiar with the
customer®.”
"That's too bad. said the Steady Cus
tomer. "If they s T!Ud more managers like
Mr. Flakes they’d have to turn away
the crowds. There’s nothing that cheers
anyone up like walking into a place like
this and seeing somebody wearing a ge
nial expression. Why I often take at
extra piece of pie just to be able to ex
change a few more cheerful words with
him. W r ho’8 the new manager?”
"That’s Mr. Governor," said the Heao
W’aitress. "He’s a very nice man, too.
That's one thing I like about Mrs. D’En
fant She always picks out real gents
l’or managers That's what I call having
persplcattlty.”
"That's too much for me," groanec
the Steady Customer. "I suppose you
mean perspicacity, but give me m>
check quick. I feel faint.”
"Louise is getting too high brow fo)
me," said the Steady Customer to Ma
rie, the cgshier. "She tried to sa;
perspicacity .iust now and even til-
beans turned cold."
“Perspicacity in Indiana, where I cui.n
from, is a very ordinary word;" ropltei *
Marie loftily. "Very ordinary. I'm ::v.v-
prieed at you. This way out.’
Before Her Time
Little Alice came in the house s*
luncheon time with a pair of verj
dirty hand®. Her mother looked lu
the little girl’s hand and said:
"You never say my hands as dirt.'
as yours.”
"No, mother,” replied the child "bifi
grandmother did.”
Keep It.
"Look here, sir, I’ll have you under*
stand I’m a self made man.”
"Don’t bother to take out a patent on
it.”
*f
M
Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
AS YOU THINK BEST.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am invited to an automobile
outing, and we are to be a party
of twelve (six couples).
The arrangement was that the
young ladies are to meet their
partners at a certain place. Now.
1 do not approve or this arrange
ment.
Do you think it right of me to
tell tlie voting man I uni to go
with what I think and ask him to
. all for me?
The other girls did not seem to
have an> objection.
\ CONSTANTRKADKB
If >ou object to the plans, you cer
tainly have the right to sa> so. But,
on the other hand, have you confid-
ered that it would be most Inconve
nient and cause a loss of time for
every man to cal! for his partner'*
There could be no impropriety in six
girls waiting at the same place for
their escorts.
DON’T BE FAINT HEARTED
Dear Miss Fairfax
T am very much in love with
h girl tw*o years my senior, al
though we are not engaged. When
I ask her to go to a place of
amusement, she says she has a
date with another man. but she
says that she does not like the
other man as much as she loves
me. Do you think it in worth
while paying attention to her anv
more ? FER DIN A N1 >.
If you cease your attentions for so
trivial a cause, 1 shall be convinced
your love is not very deep.
Persist in your attentions if you
want the girl. Believe me. my dear,
Love, like any other prize, is all the
sweeter when it is hard to win.
HE IS NOT TOO OLD.
I >ea r M ias Kai rt'u x :
1 am a girl of 19 and am deeply
in love with my sister’s widower,
who has two children who have
been put away in a homo and
whom I love dearly. He is living
with us, and my people object
very strongly to my speaking
with him. much more to my wed
ding him, thereby causing a great
disturbance in my home. He Is
fourteen year,* my senior.
EDNA.
If their objections are based solely
on his seniority they arc not worth
considering.
Was he a good husband to your
Bister? Is he a good business man?
Are his morals good '
If he is the right sort of man it
seems to me it would prove a good
match for you. and mean happiness
for his motherless children.
FIND WHO ARE HER FRIENDS.
Dear Mis.s Fairfax.
1 I am in love with a girl to
whom l have never been intro
duced and who, I think, likes me.
because she looks at me when
ever I pass her. JULIUS.
Pin your faith in love to something
more than the turn of a girl’s head
my son. She may look without see
ing you. Kind who are her friends,
where she works, where she goes to
church, etc., and I am quite sure you
will find someone to introduce you.
HE OWES YOU AN EXPLANATION
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a girl of 18 anil have been
keeping company with a gentle
man about my age and dearly
love him. He returned my love.
Now, for the past two weeks he
has stopped speaking to me, for
reasons 1 do not kn- w.
Kindly advise uia what to do,
as I am heartbroken.
FLORENCE.
I do not like his manner of treating
you. As a husband he is likely' to be
even more extreme in Ills disagree
able mood
You might write m note asking it*
you huve offended Do this for Love’s
sake; for your own sake try to forget
him if he makes no reply. You have
done no w rong Don't be too hum
ble
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Skin Whitener
There is no doubt what
ever about its marvelous
whitening effect upon the
skin, and It makes it soft
and clear.
One box will prove ho*
easy it is to improve your
complexion.
Good agent* wanted in ev
ery town. Write for terms.
Poftpaid*^ ^ £* A nywhere
All Jacobs’ Stores
And Druggists Generally.
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The Telephone-The Keynote
of the House in Order
F ROM top to bottom, everything in the house revolves around the
telephone. Be it coal for the cellar or butter for the firkin, be it a
bargain from the department store or a man to fix the roof, the
telephone—the indispensable Bell Telephone—will get it and get it in
a hurry.
Cast your burdens on a Bell Telephone and learn to enjoy life.
You can accomplish more with less effort and in less time by its aid
than in any other way.
Have a telephone in YOUR home. Call the Business Office to-day.
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