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L t tfi* Orwii of K*;'«rn*a*«— rrrkti C«prrtghiM, l#H ^7 * Kkar V**U« a^ 1 '- rn « ’•• jfllatitB t>j Ifigpjihi mi J818. b* r»uieatlm*l SiffK*- 1, 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. 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