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CHAPTER NINE.
6 Ol see on thig side the l:n‘fl‘
i slopes down to the aviation
grounds,” sald Helene; |
*“this is going to be a personally con
ducted tour. Do not think you are
going to like it?”
The lieutenant smiled. “How could
1 help but like it?" he sald gallantly,
“Oh, what a very conventional com
pliment. Any one might have sald the
same thing. Why not be original?”
“Dearest,” he said suddenly, “don't
you know whiy I came here? Why,
you haven't been out of my thoughts
since that day when 1 first met you,
long ago. 1 want you. [ need you.
Without you life is worth nothing to
me, Helene, listen to me, isn’t there
any hope?”
Everything had gona black before
Helene's eyes, This was the last thing
in the world that she would have had
happen. She wanted to tell him that
her love was buried with Adolph
Hardy, that she could never think of
marriage with anvone else, but the
words would not come, That cry, “I
want you, I need you,'" had gone
deeper into her heart than anything
else gince she had put love behind her
in that other world when she was an
other girl, years and yvears ago. She
could not bear to make him suffer as
&he had suffered, and if love would
not come, at least she could do her
best to make him happy. ’
“Open your eyes, dear,” he whis
pered unsteadily. And as she put out
her hand to him slowly thelr eyes
met,
“Helene,” hecried Jjoyfully “vou're
going ta give me a chance? 1 love
you, dear. | want only the chance
to try and make you happy. He
touched his lips softly to the little
hand he held, and then drew her arm
around his neck. Close In his arms,
Helene realized that she could never
love the man, but in making him
happy she could do more good with
Yer life than to grow old in the quiet
haven of Lisely (‘ottage. And as he
drew her down to the embankment
beside him, she smiled a little sadly
into the eves of the man she had
promised to marry.
A Discovery.
Suddenly as he bent forwand, she
gave a little cry of horror, Her eyes
bhad caught the glitter of something
suspended on the watch chain inside
his coat. Her locket! The locket she
had given to Adolph Hardy! She
sprang to her feet, a sudden feeling
of revulglon creeping over her,
“That locket!” she gasped. “Where
Adid you get 1t? Quick, quick!”
Maxim looked in amazement at the
sudden passion of the girl, and for a
moment was too surprised to answer.
Then, as he grasped the situation, he
laughed, and said calmly:
“Why, 1 took it from the chain of
the., Hergsternaviator, that day we
blew up the mill. Do you remember?
Dearest, there is nothing to alarm
you so. Don’t look at me like that”
“Nothing to alarm me?"” she repeat
ed after him passionately. “Only that
1 have found you out before it is too
late. Why you are the man who
blew up the mill. If it hadn't been for
you, Adolph Hardy might have been
alive to-day. | loved him, do you
hear? | lived him!” Her voice had
risen almost to a shriek. “That locket
you are wearing is mine! | gave it
to him. How dare you wear it on
zour chain? | hate you!” And with
er hands flung up over her eyes as
though to blot out the sight of him,
Helene, cunningly eluding his grasp,
had stumbled away ,running wildry
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myv old trouble has never returned :
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some, which i 8 more than I was able 4
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through the tangles of the thick wood
that adjoined the cottage grounds on
the other side,
The girl seemed crazed. Only the
desire to get away from every one
urged her on, ['nder the excltement
of the moment her mind had given
way, the pent-up sorrow that she had
kept hidden for go long had now risen
iin a flood and was threatening her
1[’"""0)”. As she ran blindly on, the
desire to do away with everyvthing
forever was uppermost in her mind;
and ghe pushed through the thick un
derbrush and stood motionless for a
moment by the side of a forest lake,
How deep and cool the waters looked,
she thought vaguely Under those
depths, far out where the water rip
pled ever so little, there wus peace,
Death had no terrors for her, Noth
ing could be any woree than this life,
which had brought her nothing but
sorrow and pain that sghe could not
understand.
The Bell.
Suddenly, far in the distance, came
the peal of a bell ringing out clear
and resonant on the evening air. The
vesper bell in the convent. Already
it was beginning to get dark, long
ghadows were filtering down through
the leaves, The convent seemed far
away, but a sudden fierce degire had
been born in the girl’s heart for its
cool restfuiness, 'The waters of the
lake were cold und dark and unfath
omable, like the waters of life which
had swept over her, leaving her a
ferlorn plece of driftwood cast up hy
the tide In the convent there was
rest and pecchance the comfort of hu
man companionship,
She wouid go there {f God would,
but give her the strength (o go so far. |
In the cool, gray cloisters aof the
convent the hour of prayer was at
hand. Silente brooded gently over
the kneeling figuves of the nnns.‘
peace and quietness drifted gently in
the very atmosphere The world)
scemed very ftar away, as the un.'l!
chant of voices wag the only sound |
breaking in upon the stillness ‘
Suddenlyv the figures of a girl ap
peared in their midst, Wild-eved and |
with streaming halr, ghe stood still
for a moment. looking about her at
the upraised {aces of the nuns, their
habltual expression of peace disturbed
for & moment at the suddenness of |
her appearance among them. Then,
with a little sob of relief, she ran
quickly through the crowd of kneel
ing figures, and, throwing herself at
the feet of the mother superior, she
sobbed out her grief and pain in the
comforting Arms that were out
stretched to receive her, \
In the qulet of the convent Helene
had at last found rest. With all the
feverish vagaries of the world shut
outside the coligterad walls, peace had
at last laid its balm upon her heart
And if memory, with its haunting,
restless music, ever stirred the depths
of her heart to regret, it was not for
long. Fate had withheld the cup of
haoniness fromd her lips, but with
kindly hands he had given her con-
Yentmeet to brighten her way for
ever
THE END
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The dean of a certain cathedral
was on day walking through the pre
¢incts when he came upon a laborer
at work on a small plastering job.
The man looked up at him and went
on with his work without touching his
cap.
This lack of due respect nettled the
dean, who purposely passed the place
shortly afterward. Again the man
failed to salute, and the dean said, re
provingly
“My man, do you know who I am?
I am the dean of this cathedral”
The laborer glanced from the short
tempered cleric to the lofty building,
and replied:
“And a very good berth, too. Mind
you Keep it!”
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“Yes," she admitted: “I am going to
marry an old soidier.”
“Are vou sure yvou are not letting
your sentiment run away with your
judgment?” they asked.
“Phere i€ no sentiment about it. He
will be so handy to have around the
house to tell me stories that will
make my hair curl”
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In the course of one of his lecture
trips, Mark Twain arrived at a small
town. Before dinner he went to a
barber's shop to be shaved.
“You're a stranger?” asked the bar
ber
“Yes'" Mark Twain replied. “This
{s the first time I've been here.”
“You chose a good time to coms,”
the barber continued. “Mark Twain
is going to read and lecture to-night.
You'll go, 1 suppose?”’
“Oh, 1 guess s 0."”
“Have you bought your ticket "'
“Not yet.”
“But everything is sold out. You'll
have to stand.”
“How very annoying!"” Mark Twain
said, with a sigh. “l never saw such
luck. 1 alwaves have to stand when
that fellow lectures.”
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- William Jennings Bryan once joked
about the American fondness for titles
“You all know of the colonel,” he
said, “who got his title by inheritance,
having married Colonel Brown's widow.
But | once met a general who got his
title neithear by inheritance nor by serv
ice, nor by anything you could men
tion,"
“ ‘GGeperal.’ 1 sald to him, ‘how go you
come by this title of yvours, anyway?”
s AUhy, sir’ he said, ‘1 passed my
vouth in the tour trade and for twenty
vears was a general miller
“1 know annsther titled man-—-Judge
Greens
¢ cAre vou., sir.’ T once asked him, ‘a
I'nited States Judge or a Circuit Court
Tudge ™ ‘
“T ain't neither” he replied; 'l'm a|
,;u;ig»b{h‘;ss racin’. |
What Dancing Will Do for
Your Health and Beauty
OFSN'T everyonq remember the
D adorable un-self-conscions feel
ing that comes with childhood?
At least, if we have lost it altogether,
there are nearly always memories of
it remaining. And aren’'t memories
tantalizing ?
I think it is quite cary to always
remain a child, and dancing seems to
be such a help in this respect that |
ghould really like everyone to Know
just how much there {s in it. For in
qtance, 4 child's body, because its soft
curves have not been interfered with,
i# supple and has natural poise and
balunce
A child can go everywhere and do
evarything gracefully unlesg it has
been brought up in the stiff, urichild
ish way that some of our modern
children ure affecting. You see, a
child hasn't begun to think about how
a thing is going to look, and there
fore the misery of self-consciousness
has not begun to ruin all its natural
grace.
There is no dancing so successfully
beautiful as a child’s dance of joy.
Perhaps the steps are not technical,
but the idea itself comes from Lhe
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heart and is therefore natural expres
sion., In . the beginning the dance
was alwayvs meant to represent some
thing. And that is as it should be
to-dhy.
All dancing should be spontaneous,
should be the result of a sincere emo
tion. If the emotion isn’t there danc
fng will bring it in a short time,
It is impossible to dance without
feeling to some extent the thrill that
comes at first from nothing more
than the ordinary flush of physical
exercise, but which soon develops into
the actual joy which comes to every
one who i{s happy.
And this is what it amounts to aft
er alt Peaple whose interests in
things have become jaded are hunting
the world over for the return of the
old thrill that used to come so easily.
My advice to you people is to begin
dancing, and then watch far results.
Don't go into it with the idea of en
foying anything but the dance itself;
just forget everything else for the
time being.
Those society neople who crowd
their heads with everything in the
world and then minie around the
room a few times in the very latest
ifmportations think they are dancing.
But they're not. Children don't
dance with this spirit. T'here is some
thing more back of it all; they ex
press something, and that something
is the real poetry of motion. To real-
Iy dance, one must go back to child
hood and dance like a child.
So begin to dance simply and
naturally; yvour thoughts will go sa
far ahead of your feet that vou will
soon tind yourselves doing all kinds
of stepe that are really different.
When this happens, yvou will be
really dancing, vou will be interested,
you will be back in kid-land, and,
best of al!, yvou will find that you have
actually forgotten how to be base and
world-weary.
Hobbies for Health,
“*Hobbies have ceased to be regard
ed merely as a means of putting in
time, and have come to occupy an im
portant place in medical treatment,”
says a weli-known physician
But a hobby that also promotes phy
sical exercise is the finest recreation
that a man whose work entails con
siderable mental strain can have.
The Kalser has taken up wood-cut
ting as the best possible hobby and
exercise for a hard-working monarch,
and his physicians warmiy indorse the
pastimg Every morning in the Sans
Souci Park at Potsdam the Kaiser may
be seen hard at work with saw and axe
He not only fells trees, but chops and
saws the wond into convenient sizes
for use A\t the expiration of his hour's
toil the logs &re either given to the
workmen in attendance or sent to a
charity
Tree-telling f course, was one of
Mr. Gladstone's favorite pastimes. |
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Advice to Lovelorn
CIRCUMSTANCES MAY EXPLAIN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am acquainted with a young
man whom I care for very much,
but he comes to see me only once |
a week, and never on Sundays, ;
and he unever asks me to go to }
moving pictures or 1o the thea
ter. - How can I find out if he
loves me? N, BOW
If he has to work hard; if you live
at a great distance; if his salary is
small and inadequate for more than
necessities, his conduct is excusable.
Look at his side of the story before
you condemn him.
SHE 1S A SILLY GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been Kkeeping steady
company with a young lady for
the past ten months. SBShe re
cently attended a party to which
1 was not invited. Did she do
right in attending? She also ad
mits having had two young men,
whom she had never met before,
kiss he¥ (There were no kissing
games.) Please advise what ac
tien to take, and what is your
opinion of her.
STEADY READER.
There is no excuse for her stiliness
in letting two strange men Kiss her:
In that she did wrong.
But she did no wrong in accepting
the invitation to the party. She is
not engaged to you, and it would be
extremely foolish in her to refuse in
vitations because you are not among
the invited.
LET HIM MAKE THE OVERTURES
Dear Miss Fairfax:
After keeping company with a
voung man for four years, we
parted about five months ago.
Recently | met friends who told
me he would be willing to come
back to me if I will give in.
ANXIOUS.
It makes no difference who is in
the wrong, he fails to show a manly
spirit in telling friends that he will
forgive you if you make amends.
I.et him make them, And insist
that thev be made to yvou, and not
come through others
THE LATTER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Recently I attended a show
with my gentleman friend and
quite a number of girls were
holding their friends' hats; also,
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By MAE MURRAY
~a iarge number were not. Please
- tell me which is proper?
KATHERINE.
A mun doesn't take a girl to the
theater for the purpose of making a
hatrack of her, and it is rudeness to
pile his hat on her lap, an action
which every giri should promptly re
sent,
ONLY ONE WAY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 love a young lady who 1 be
lieve loves somebody else. 1 think
she likes me, but I hesitate to
make sure about the way in
which this young lady and the
other voung man regard each
other. Ido not wish to “butt in.”
Oh, if 1 only knew! What shall
1007 ANXIOUS.
The old adage, “Faint hear ne'er
won fair lady,” sayvs nothing against
what vou call *butting in.” There
is only one way to learn her heart:
I Ask her.
! Quite True.
' Dotted about the towns of England
. are to he founr numerous places
. where things of all descriptions, from
'shnuury to stickjaw, are sold by auc
i tion,
' Into one of these little Johnquil
strolled one evening, not because he
wanted to, ‘but because he had not
the moral courage to refuse the invi
tation of _a leather-lunged. pugna
cious-100k ¥g person who stood bel
| lowing at the doorway,
The, auctioneer looked fixedly at
;Jnlnmuil as he entered and held up a
highly ornamental box of cigars.
| “Now, then, gentlemen, what price
for fifty of the finest Havanas ever
' = :
rolied? Go where you like, piy what
!ynn like, you will find that you can
’ not get superior smokes to these any
where. You can't get better—l say
vou &an not get better!™
;» He still fixed his hypnotic eve on
| Johnquil, who in consequence, began
to feel for his purse, when the ten
sion was relieved by a man in the
erowd shouting:
. “You're right there! I bought a hox
larst week, 1 did, and I can’t get bet
ter, not nohow, 1 can’tl”
l Whereupon Johnquil, fixing an ace
cusing eye on the person in the door
vay, walked out again.
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“I don’t think 1 ever shall, Jack.|
I wanted to do it—wanted it myself.
But especialy is it a pleasure to me
because it was your mother's wish.
To-day is her birthday, and that is
my gift to her and to you.”
The boy embraced the elder man
again.
“You don’'t know how proud I am,”
he cried. “My own father couldn’t
Lave done more than that; could he?”
And that was the greatest boon to
a stepfather's vanity that a son could
have uttered.
Sc¢ott warmed under it and gloried
in his own magnanimity.
“No, and it means business,” he
continued. “From now on we wiil
share and share alike. I want you to
grow into every branch of the busi
ness. And you begin to-day. You'd
better run along now, son., and talk
to Emerson in the auditing depart
ment. He'll start you. It's up to you
now to be a business man, so sail in.”
“I will,” he said sententiously. At
the door he turned. ‘Il say, governor,
don’t forget that little girl. I like her
looks.”
“So do I," agreed the elder after the
door had closed.
I Work at Last.
HEN his son had gone, Scott
l again summoned his chief
! clerk.
| “Crane, there was a girl in this of
fice when 1 came in. Did you see
her?'
“In bere, sir? 1 don't believe I did,
sir.”
“Very well; go back to your desk.
I'll attend to it myself.”
He followed his employee out and
opened the door to the room where
4 SCore Or more young women were
' waiting. He pointed a signaling fingor
lut Gertrude, and with elated step the
‘;:irl arose and followed him into the
private office. She timorously ap
proached a cHair to wHich he mo
tioned. It was beside his desk. Scott
seated himself on the other side,
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Gertrude Meyer.”
“Where do you live?”
*2624 Second avenue.
“Age?’
| “Beventeen®
~ Scott’s questions came in a curt,
' businesslike tone. They were per
functory. He was quite thorougnly
convinced before he called her into
his room that she would be given a
trial in the serious responsibilities of
.private secretary to Jerrold Scott.
Nevertheless, for her own peace of
mind, if not for his own, he continued
to question her.
An Appeal,
“Have vou ever worked before?” he
ontinued.
SNO, M
She spoke these words in a low,
fearsome voice. They had been the
stumbling block many times in ner
quest for work and had usually
brought conversations with prospec
tive employers to a close. But she
braced herself for the ordeal and
The Thrilling Story of a Pretty Girl’s Fight
Against Tremendous Odds for the
Man She Loved.
| Begin This Great Story To-day by ¢
Reading This First ‘
’ ERROLD SCOTT, a dignified-looking busginess man with offices in a
J big city skyscraper, advertises for a stenographer to act in the ca- !
pacity of private secretary. Scott, although peosing as an upright :
man, is in reality unscrupulous. He has several times been in trnubleé
! over stenographers to whom he made love, but persists in his infamy.
, C'rane, his servile bookkeeper, sends in several applicants, Scott is struck
by the physical attractions of Catherine Wiggins and ,\mwFtinns her
{ closely. He tells her to return at 11 o'clock. Jack Scott, the elder Scott's
¢ stepson, is junior partner of the irm. He has just come of age and is
3expa 'ting to be a full-fledged partner.
$ While he is waiting for his father, Gertrude Meyer, the heroine of the
j story, comes in looking for a position. Young Scott is greatly impressed
¢by her beauty, and questions her. The Elder Scott arrives. He is also
§intnrested at once in the pretty girl. After telling his son that he has'
{ taken him into partnership, Soott questions Gertrude
§ .
: Now Go On with the Story
stared at him with her big, bleu eves
wide open as she uttered her apepal.
“But 1 graduated from business col
lege five weeks ago with high honors,”
she sald. “They told me I was fitted
to fill any stenographic position.”
Scott passed this by for what it was
worth,
“Do you live at home?” he asked.
“I live with my mother. She is a
widow.”
“You mean to support her?”
“When I can—yes, Mother hasal
wavs supported me.” She dropped
her eves as she finlshed, haltingly:
“Mother works—in a laundry. I have
two younger brothers. They are in
an orphan asylum.”
The magnanimous man of affairs
who was about to employv this unso
phisticated girl as a private secretary,
noted the long lashes that hjd the
timorous eyves, the flushed cheeks
and trembling hands, and came quick
ly to her rescue.
“You are a brave little girl,” he ex
claimed. “You ought to learn rapidly
and make a success in the business
world with so much to urge you on;
the need of comfort for a good moth
er and homeless brothers.”
“T think I could, sir,” she faltered,
“if—if I could only get a start, even
at a small salary.”
A Surprise.
“What would you consider a cor
rect salary?”
She started, and smiled at him
through mist-filled eves at the hope
hLis words held out.
“I had hoped, sir,” she said, brave
ly, “to get six dollars a week.”
“We'll make it ten.”
She fairly leaped from the chair,
and then, realizing the absurdness
of her zeal before this austere man of
business, she dug her nails into her
hands, and tried to curb her exclte
ment,
“Am T really employed?” she cried.
“Can I really go to work?"”
He smiled at her benignly.
“Yes, you can really go to work.
There's a rack in the corner. You can
hang your coat and hat there and
start now.”
“Oh, I thank you, sir,” she said,
gratefully, and stood still, staring at
him as if it were a dream too good to
be true. Then, following the direc
tion of hig eyes, she turned toward
the hatrack.
“There's your desk and chair,”
Scott directed. “You'll ind paper and
pencils in the drawer. Now, I'll tell
my clerk to dismiss the other young
Jadies. Just make yourself at home.”
. Bhe smiled graciously at him like a
chilé¢ with a new-found toy. And he
returned the look in kind.
. He came back in a moment, after
instructing Crane to send away the
‘score or more of competent stenog
iraphers that were waiting in the out
‘er room. He walked briskly to his
‘desk and took up some papers.
. The new secretary glanced covertly
at him from beneath her long lashes,
and prtended to be busying herself
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at the machine. But her head was in
a whirl,
“I've got work—l've got work—l've
got work."”
The words raced through her mind
and down her very spine. They
thrilled her and they startled her.
She pinched herself to make sure that
she was there; she felt the smooth
surface of the polished mahogany to
make sure that the desk was real
She took out a pad of paper for her
notes and wrote: ‘“l've got work;
I've got work; I've got work!™
Yes, it was true. The scrawling
shorthand symbols proclaimed it so.
She had a position—it was all true!
Mother’s hands would come out of the
washtub; Heine and Rudie would
come out of the orphan asylum.
There was some justice in the world
now.
Her mental ejaculations were cut
short by a knock at the door.
The Lawyer.
“Come in,” Scott called. “Oh, hello,
Stuart. You're just the man I want
to 'see. I've got a little matter here
that’s urgent. Just a minute and I
will be with you.”
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Among those things which all women
should know of, and many of them do,
i a splendid external application sold in
most drug stores under the name of
‘Mother’s Friend.”” It is a penetrating
liquid and many and many a mother
tells how it so wonderfully aided them
through the period of expectancy. Its
chief purpose is to render the tendons,
ligaments and muscles so pllant that na
ture's expansion may be accomplished
without the intense strain so often char=
acteristic of the period of expectancy.
“Mother’s Friend"” may therefore be
considered as indirectly having a splen
did influence vpon the early disposition
of the future generation.
Whatever induces to the ease and
comfort of the mother should leave its
imgrass upon the nervous system of the
baby. :
At any rate, it is reasonable to be
lieve that since ‘‘Mother's Friend' has
been 2 companion to motherhood for
more than a half century it must be a
remedy that women have learned the
great value of.
Ask at any drug store for ‘“Mother's
Friend,” a penetrating, external liquid
of great help and value. And write to
Bradfield Regulator Company, 402 La
mar Building, Atlanta, Ga., for their
book of useful and timely information.