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WAR
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CHAPTER VIIL
AR ended at last and Lieuten-
W ant Maxim returned to his
home with much the same
thought in his heart that he had
carried through the latter part of the
war. He had tried to laugh himself
out of it, but the thing was there,
and there to stay, He was in love
with Helene Modzel, and he knew that
there waen't a hope in the waorld that
ahe might ever care for him,
Ever since his return his father
had watched him with quizzical eves
Love had always meant so little to
the vounger man that his preoccu
pled air seemed almost amusing.
Many times he had laughed skeptic
ally at the amours of his friends
when they had been caught, as he
termed it. Adolph Hardy had never
cared for women at all. Lieutenmnt
Maxim had never been able to care
for one woman alone. At any rate
love now seemed to be the only satis
factory explanation for the way he
felt at present, g 0 one day his father
broached the question in hie funny,
blunt way,
“Who {8 she, old fellow?"
“Who?" returned the lieutenant, de
termined to dondge the question.
“The girl, of course, Are you go
ing to say there {sn’t one? And if
you want her why not get her?
There’'s nothing the matter with yvou,
is there? No reason why she
shouldn't want you?"
“Every reason in the world. She
doesn't love me.”
“Is that all? Well, who is she, and
how do youn know she doesn’t love
you?’
The lieutenant laughed at his fa
ther. “You're a persistent old fel-
Jow,” he snid, disrespectfully, *“but
TNI tell you who ehe is just to let
vou know how impossible It would
be to get her, as you say. Her name
48 Helene Modzel, and 1 think she
was desperately in love with Adolph
siardy. You know he was found out
to be Bergstern's death-dealing
aviator, the one who was blown up
in the mill.”
She Can't Forget.
“Of course the girl doesn’t know
that?" said his father, thoughfully.
“No, {t isn't known outside of war
elreles, but she knows that he is dead,
and she isn't the kind of a girl to
forget.”
“Supposge vou go up with me this
weel 1o Lisely Cottage. | want to see
Juen Modzel about some land propo
gition, and you can fmprove the shin
ing hours by talking to Helene. Buck
up, old chap. Faint heart never won
fair lady.”
Helene Modzel had not changed in
any apparent way since the death of
Adolph Hardy had become generally
. known. She wasn't the kind of a girl
to pine away and dis for the loss of
her lover. She was made of finer ma
terial, and although the shock had
left her a little guieter, there was a
#hade of deeper mystery in her eves
that made her altogether irresistibl."”
“Helene is like a beautiful puzzle'”
maid Mr. Modzel one day to his wife,
after Helene had left the room. “If 1
weren't Ber father I think I'd fall in
love with her myself."”
“Do you think she cared a great
deal about Adolph Hardy?" sald his
wife, smiling at his remark. ‘
“Yes, but 1 don't think we'll ever
know jnst how much. Helene is the
kind of a girl who never lets people
know what she ls thinking about.”|
And upon this conversation Lieuten
ant Maxim and his father were an
nounced. |
Mr, Modzel had never forgotten the
fact that Lieutenant Maxim had been |
with George at the last, and that it
had been through the young leuten
ant that Cgorge's last words had been
brought 1 fne to his family. So he
greeted men with a hearty wel
come. ’
“We've come on a question of busi
ness,” said Mr. Maxim, plunging into
the subject immediately. “I wonder
it vou would be willing for me to
have some of your land on the west,
just off the aviation cqurt.”
The question of buying and selling
was discussed and business proceed
ing= arranged, and then gradually the
tupic of conversation turned to more
pirmnnl matters,
He Confesses.
“The truth of it is” said Lieutenant
Maxim, suddenly taking ris courage
in both hands, "I have some bu:«'inuss]
of much greater importance o talk
over with you, Mr. Modzel lam in
love with your daughter Helene. Do
you think the ldea is quite hopeless?"”
Mr. Modzel hesitated a moment.
The thing did sound rather hopeless
fis matters stood just at present,
Helene was g 0 very unapproachable,
byt then, of course, che would decide
for herself, anyway and it might be
just as well to give Lieutenant Maxim
his opportunity. Perhaps it would be
better for Helene to have an .M\uk»‘
ened intorest in life \
“Where is Helene, anvway?™ he |
eaid. suddenly 11 go out in the
garden and see if 1 can find her."” |
When the two came in a few min - |
utes later, the lieutenant drew back
almost involuntarily at the unusua
beauty of the girl's face She had
come into the house at her father'a
request, hecause she would * have
scorned to have him know that ther
was anv reason why she didn't care
to meet people And as Lieutenant
Maxim met her again an uncertain
feeling came over him as though he
were In the presence of unknown
depths Jt was a way pecuiiar to
Helens Almost as {f she withdrew
tnto herself, and peeped out at the
world from the protecting shell of har
personality, but it never failed to
make ai impression upon those
around her
s “How do you do? she sald as his
hand closed over her slim cool fingers
And she looked at him from under
gtraight, level brows, the hurt deep in
her heart for the time when she had
breathlessly looked into passtonale
blue eves. long ago
There seemed 1o be little to say, a 8
both young peopie carefully avoided
the subject of war. “Perhaps you
would ltke to see the gardens’™ said
Helene finally. “Do you know 1 spend
all my time there, once it is warm
enough for me to be out all the time!
111 bring him back safely.” she
called back over her shoulder to the
others 1t sounded almost like the
old care-free Helene But Fate i
so arranged things that no one there
realized that Helene had crossed the
threshold of her father's home for the
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LIPPING from a eriticism—“The stage hor was occupied by the
elite of the town. The play itself fvas a decided success. It held
the audience spellbound from start to finiste - trom the fting of
the eurtaln on the first act to the strong, well acted climax.' Its dia
logue delightful - its story old, but clothed in new and charming lan
guage - its stars a marvelous couple of voung people, whose names will
be the toast of the town from this night forth! At the great scene the
audience held its breath thritled and appreciative !
The elite is there a'right-—and you can “hear a pin drop” or the
rustle of a cramped fat leg in a starched romper. 'The elite is there —
The Manicure
Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
66 KORGE, said the Manicure
Lady, “‘for the life of me 1 can’t
understand what is coming over
we girls, There was a time that 1
thought the average June had a little
sense that she could use a little part
of the time, but 1 swear to goodness 1
am weakening fn my admiration for my
sisters and myself. What do you sup
r(:fig the latest fad among the women
8.
} “Not them colored wigs, is it?" asked
' the Head Barber.
“No,” replied the Manicure Lady,w it
[aln'l them. [ was speaking to you
about them some time ago. No, George,
the latest fad is for all of us girls to
paste little lizards on our cheeks in
stead of beauty spots. They are mak
ing lovely lumul!nns of small lizards
now, and if you want to be a up-to
the-minute girl you are supposed to
buy one of them lzards and paste it
onto your lovely map. Ain't that the
limit 2
“Pretty near.” sald the Head Barber.
“If [ eatch my nilssus wearing one of
them I am going to fail off the wagon.
But there ain't no danger. My wife has
got some hrains.’’
“Here, too, George, I won't never
wear none of them, efther Not but
what | might have gave it a whirl, only
1 tried it the other morning, and started
&mm-(mn‘t up to the house. One of the
other girls huad gave me a extra Hzard
for my cheek, and I came down to the
' breakfast table with it on The old
gent had heen out with some of his
old Roman shipmates until a late hour
of the night, and mother and me could
see that his nerves was quaking like &
aspen leaf, whatever that is. He hap
penied 1o look up at my cheek and near
iv dropped his coffee cup. He looked at
it for nearly a niinute, and when 1 seen
his eves begin to kind of bung out of his
head | told hint not to be alarmed, that
it was only a imitation lizard [ had
pasted on my cheg Unpaste it, be
fore I count 68 he save, so solemn and
majesticlike that ! yanxed it off with
out leaving the talile, 'aking a little of
my damask skin with it When father
sayvs anything up home and says it fa
therlyviike, evervbody balances.
“He had a right to feel put out.” de
clared the Head Barber “Just imag
fne how & man nearly ready to have
the horrors would feel to get into a
‘nr.w! car and see one of them lizards
l pasted on the face of a lady sitting next
to him! 1 belleve if it was me [ would
l}.;;mp out of the wingdew What in the
world ever made anyvbody start a fash
ljon like that for? If the girls have to
Huw:w something on their cheeks, why a
igard? I should think a nice scorpion
or a centipede would look classier.”
l “There ain't no accounting for rastes,”
=aid f(he Manicure Lady 1 used to
; think dancing all them new dances was
| fooligh enough, but now that we have
| got to pasting reptilez on our cheeks,
| goodness only knows where we are go
in:x 10 Stop Just think how nice it
woul ook, 'George, for a crowd of
!\\ ven wit lizaras on their cheeks
| walking right up to the polls with the
| men and asking for a baliot!
| “When they get to voting 1 am going
| 10 run for office,” said the Head Barber
I *lf there is enough of them kind of
womge they might be foulish enough
to 4{,( me.”
HELP WANTED
Thrilling, Virile, Foreceful and
Absorbing—-The Kind of Tale
Thate Girips the Reader—Rße
gin This Fascinating Story
To-day—lnstallments Daily—
Wholesome Fiction IFounded
on Fact.
Based on Jacquin Lati's Broadway
success of the same name now run
ning at the Maxine Elliott Theater,
Copyright, 1914, by B. W, Denison and
Jacquin Lait. Sole serial rights in
the United States owned by Interna
tional News Service.
By WEBSTER DENISON.
He was equipped for it. too, was
young Scott.. From his father's side
he had a heritage of shrewd, almost
cunning, business tact, combined with
nervous force and energy., and from
his mother's slde a genial manner and
gentleness that won him friends. It
was a 4 combination that means much
to a man of the world—the ability
to push self without knocking every
one e'se down in the process. So far,
theése characteristics had asserte]
themselves only in thelr formative
state, but they swere inherent and
thoroughly intrenched.
A Handsome Youth.
Physically the boy was also favored,
He was a little under the usual heignt
and might have been called slight,
but e was molded in a perfect frame
and possessed virile and vigorous
strength. His light hair curled and
lay close matted to his head. His
bine eves gleamed and twinkied. His
atep was quick and elastic and his
speechi kept atune with that. And
when Jack Scott smiled, one knew he
meant it, It was a full-hearted smile
and not a silly one.
The boyv's position as partner in the
firm was, of course, only a nominal or
lionorary one. He had vet to climbd
the ladder, but he was most fortu
nately launched on the undertaking.
His firet duties were to be those of
clerk in the auditing department, and
he had come now to consult with his
father concerning his induction to
thein
\n opening door arrested his de
parture through Scott's private en
trance He turned to see a gir! tim
orously withdrawing through the
door.
“C'ome in," he called, a little con
fused. “Were vou looking for—me?"
“1 was looking for a position,” the
voung woman answered. “I came In
answer to-—to that advertisement ‘or
a Sstenographer I must have gotten
into the wrong room.”
“That's all right,” the young man
resnonded amiably “I' don’'t Kknow
about the ad, but T'll ind out for vou.
The hallboy must have gone out
Come in and sit down, won't you?"
and the ingredients of the elite are—one ragged blue pup with a con
tinual smile and a great affection for everybody in his family —a lanky
small chap with his hair up-ended, his shoes scuffed, a peeled nose and
one talent (and that is delivering “Horatius at the Bridge” on the last
day of school with an unbeligvable ferocity), chapped little fists, and a
vast appreciation of the play—one atom of a kid who squats on his
heels with his plump fists clutched around his tummy, who has to be
dug and nudged and gritted at because his deeply smiling face and
serutched shoulders show an alarming likelihood of a terrible giggle
'lst bustin’ out--one delightful small girl who has just read “The
Crushed Lily” behind her geography, who tosses her taffy curls hack
Begin This Great Story To-day by
. . .
; Reading This First
ERROLD SCOTT, a dignified-looking business man with offices in a
S J big city skyscraper, advertises for a stenographer to act in the ca
pacity of private secretary. Scott, aithough posing as an upright
fm;m, is in reality unscrupulous. He has several times been in trouble
over stenographers to whom he made love, but persists in his infamy.
Crane, his servile bookkeeper, sends in several applicants. Scott is strfick
éby the physical attractions of (atherind Wiggins and questions her
{ closely. He tells her to return at 11 o'clock. Jack Scott, the elder Scott's
! stepson, is junlor partner of the firm. He has just come of age and is
' expecting to be a full-fledged partner.
.
‘ Now Go On with the Story
\
,he urged as she seemed undecided.
| “I'm Mr. Scott. Who are you?”
] “(ertrude Meyer"
| His smile reassured her. She ad
| vanced toward him. But she said, In
credulously: ‘““Are you Mr. Scott 7"
“Certainly,” he laughed. *“Not the
Mr. Scott, but I'm one of them. I'm
the son,” he added, pointing to the
new!y painted sign on the door.
“And are yon a stenographer?”’
She flushed at his good-natured ac
cent of the pronoun.
“I hope to be” she faltered. “1
haven't found a position vet It's so
hard without experience.”
l “Fivervone must start some time,"”
he said, encouragingly. “I'm doing
.tha( myself. You know the most ex
‘periem-ed had to be Dbeginners in
| some place”
| A Sad Story.
| “] suppose that's true” she agreed,
I"bm 1 hope they didn't all have as
many disappointments as I've had.”
“Disappointments?”’ he echoed,
sympathetically. “Have you been
}looking for work so very long?”’
“I've answered ‘Help Wanted' ads
lfm- five weeks, since I came out of
| school, and 1 have not been able to
|get even a trial. There are so many
lmr‘,s looking for positions of this
| kind.”
| “Yes, ] know. But, gee,” he added,
| without attempt to conceai a note of
admiration in his tone, “vou should
’nnr have any trouble. That is, I'd
engage yvou if [ could.”
’ “Then you're different,”” she an
iswered. “In most places I wait and
| wait, and don’t even see the man who
| engages the girls. In other places
! men ask all sorts of questions, and
ithey say they'll write and let me
| know, but they never do.”
| "Well, you'll get an audience here.”
the boy =aid, assuringly. “You must
stay right here. Mr. Scott is my
stepfather. and 1 became his partner
[to-day. He'll be back any minute,
‘und I'll introduce you.” |
“You're aw(uigg kind,” she stam-
And Appreciative, Too
Copyright, 1914, International News Service,
The Thrilling Story of a Pre
Tremendous Odds for t
mered, gratefully. She smiled at him,
and young Scott felt that he was the
debtor. For the girl’'s part, she was
almost ready to burst into tears. Her
recepticn here had been so extraor
dinarily dliferent than elsewhere that
she was unnerved,
The arrival of Jerrold Scott re
lieved her of further amenlties.
“Hello, partner!” said the elder in
greeting to the son, On the Jjob
bright and early.”
He caught sight of the girl.
“This young lady waiting to see
me?”
“Yes,” said the boy, quickly. *She
came in answer to your ad.”
The rich importer glanced at Ger
trude with renewed interest. Just
the flicker of a smile at the corner
of his lips. It was not the same
frank, open-hearted smile as had
come from the son, and involuntarily
the giri shuddered. Then even the
semblance of cordiality subsided, and
the rather sensuous lips of the elder
man were pressed together with an
incongruous show of severity. There
was a slight frown, too, as he asked
briskly:
“How did you come in here, Miss?
“It was a mistake, sir. There was
no one in the hall, and T tried the
,\\'rnng door. Then your—>Mr. Scott
saw-—me—and--told-—-me—to walit.”
' “Very well But you will have tc
take your turn with the others. Just
!:r_\' that door across the corridor. !
{ will send for you when I am ready.” |
As she rose to withdraw, crestial- |
len and apparently expectant of the |
same hopeless routine through whic! ’
she had passed for weeks, young
Scott moved as if to intercede, bu:
the father raised a hand. |
No Favorites. |
*l'm sorry, myv boy, but busines: |
men can't play favorites.” he can
tioned, with patronizing air. “Offic: |
discipiine must be maintained strict |
lv. With me it is almost a religion |
Crane will question the young lady i
and if he finds her at all acceptable
over her shoulders and switches her skirts when she passes the “new
Boy.” whose small heart dimly understands some minutes and scoffs at
others—one other bit-laddie with eyes like his big sister, one first
tooth gone (and he can whistle through it till it tears the sky apart
and his sister demands his life-blood), and his eyes are very wide with
wonder at the ways of grown-up maids and men, and he’s forgotten to
even whisper a whistle through the treasured place of his vanished
tooth. This ig the audience—thrilled and appreciative! And the
players—the twin bright stars—are a big sister and her very best beau,
who just words a halting, breathless, ardent, “I—l love you—do YOU
love me?’—NELL BRINKLEY.
ity Girl’s Fight Against §
he Man She Loved. )
he will send her to me as he does the
others. We musn’t interfere with
subordinates in petty details of this
kind. You must remember that, Jack.
It is the keynote of success—placing
minor responsibilities where they be
long.”
“Of course,” he added, “I will have
to cross-examine the candidate in
this case after Crane is through with
her, for she is to be my private secre
tary, and selecting such an employee
is a very delicate bit of business. You
know how many I've had and how
short a time they remain. It nearly
drives me to distraction sometimes.
“But look, son, haven't you noticed
anything?"
A Proud Moment.
The leder man, with thumbs in vest
pockets, stralghtened up and beamed,
lcoking toward the door.
The boy pretended not to under
stand, so Scott strode to the door and
threw it open, revealing in all its bla
tant pomposity the sign: “Scott &
Son.”
“Oh, governor.” cried the boy,
throwing his arms around his step
father, ‘that’'s great! Am I really
part of that?’
“You are, indeed, my boy, and vou
shall have every opportunity to real
ize it from now on. That sign means
a whole Jot to you. It means wealth,
but first of all it means work.”
“That's what I want, dad,” the
youth exclaimed, Joyously. “And
you'il never regret {t.”
To Be Continued To-morrow,
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of our prominent Catholic institutions
(name of nurse and institute on appli
cation) writes regarding a patient:
“The disease had eaten her evebrows
away. Her nose and lips had become
disfigured. Since the use of D. D. D.
her eyabrows are nowtng" her nose
and face have assumed their natural
expreasion.”
How many eczema sufferers are pay
ing their doctors for regular treat
ment and are belnf treated with this
same soothing, healing fluid?
DR. GEO. T, RICHARDSON frankly
D.D.D. Soap I_(eeps Your Skin Healthy
By NELL BRINKLEY
Up-to-Date Jokes
Will and Mary had been busy
courting for over two years, meeting
every night in Hope street, Glasgow.
About a fortnight ago, Will, in part
ing with his beloved, made the usual
remark:
“I'll. meet ve in Hope street to
morrow nicht. Mind and be punc
tual.”
“'Deed, Ayve will, lad,” replied Meg.
with a merry twinkle in her eye. “We
hae met noo a lang time in Hope
street, an’ I was jist thinkin’ that it
was high time we were shiftin’ oor
trystin’-place a street further along.
Whit wad ye say to Union street?”
Will has taken the hint, and the
invitations are out.
- . .
Mother was showing off to the Sun
day visitors.
“David” she said, “what was the
text this morning?"”
David, who was in the middle of a
North Canadian yarn, looked up to
reply. “Let me see. Oh, yes; ‘Many
are cold, but few are frozen.'"”
. - .
Tha Minister's Daughter—l'm glad
to find yvou've turned over a new leaf,
Muggles, and don't waste your money
at the saloon.
Muggles—Yes, Miss, T have it in by
the barrel now, and that do come
cheaper.
- . -
A boxing professor was giving his
pupil a few tips, when suddenly he
gave a knockout blow.
Pupil—ls it necessary to knock me
down like that?
Professor-—Bless yer, no, governor.
Get up and I'll show yer ten other
ways.
writes “D D. D. 18 superior te any
thing I have ever Immg Hoft and
soothing, yet a powerful agent. '
To do the work.D. D. D Prescrip
tion must be applied according to fi.
rections given in the kmmuhl-! around
every bottle. Follow these directions —
and see!
And it certainly takes away tne iteh
at once—the moment the liquld is ap
plied. The skin 1x mmhuf calmed
so thoroughly refreshed delightfully
cooled.
All druggists of -umln, have thae
famous specific as well an the efficlent
D. D D. Skin Soap
But we are so confifent af the merits
of this prescription that we will refund
the purchase {vrlrn of the firat full wize
bottie if it fails to reach your came. Yoy
alone are to judxe :
JACOBS' PHARMACY.
Advice to the
[ovelom
‘ By BEATRICE FAIRFAX,
[ITISNT A QUESTION 'OF SHAME.
! Dear Miss Fairfax
| lam a young girl of 15, and
verv tall for my age. lam pas
sionately in love with a boy of 1%
i I'm sure I know what love ls,
and all the girls of my age do. I
don't think any girl who is in love
at my age need be ashamed to
say it LOVE.
| A question of shame or not, a girl
|of 15 usually declares her love. It is
| after she has grown older and learned
| that she never knew what love is that
| she grows ashamed.
| Of courses, you know what love s
80 does the kindergarten baby taking
[n red apple to the teacher. But the
kindergarten baby forgets one month
!who was its teacher the month be
| fore, That is the kind of “love” you
| are experiencing.
| S—————————————
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'Lady Tells of Mother’s
| Troubles, Which Almost
| .
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| How They Were
' Overcome.
Cumberland Gap, Tenn.—"l don’t
believe my mother would be living
to-day,” writes Mrs. Sarah 1. Owens,
of this place, “if it had not been for
Cardui, the woman's tonic.
“She suffered dreadfully for years,
with womanly troubles; smothering
spells, chills, fluttering of the heart,
and weakness.
“Finally, she was advised by a
friend to try Cardui, the woman's
tonic. She bought a bottle, and could
notice its good effects from the first.
She has.now taken 6 bottles, and is
enjoying very good health. It has
done more good than all the other
mediclnes she ever tcok.
“We think Cardui is worth its
weight in gold.”
The very best indorsement any
preparation can have is that of peoe
ple who have tried it. They know
what it will do. Judging from the
thousands of letters we receive each
year, similar to the above, it is easily
possible to believe in the good that
Cardui has done for suffering women
in its past balf century of wonderful
success.
Cardui Is composed of purely vege
table ingredients, which act in a gen
tle, natural manner, on the weakened
womanly organs, thereby building
them back to new strength and
health.
You can not go wrong trying Car
dui for your troubles.
Get a bottle to-day.—~ADVERTISE
MENT.
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