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CHAPTER NINE.
¢ OU see on this side the land
y slopes down to the aviation
grounds,” said 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
I help but like it?" he said gallantly.
“Oh, what a very conventional com
pliment. Any one might have said 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 I first met you,
long ago. I want you. I need you.
Without you life is worth nothing to
me. Helene, listen to me, isn’t there
any hope?”
Everything had gone 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 anyone else, but the
words would not come. That cry, “I
want you, I need you,” had gone
deeper into her heart than anything
else since she had put love behind her
in that other world when she was an
other girl, years and years ago. She
could not bear to make him suffer as
she had suffered, and if love would
rot 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 their eyes
met.
“Helene,” hecried joyfully “you're
going to give me a chance? T love
you, dear. I 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 rhore good with
ther life than to grow old in the quiet
haven of Lisely Cottage. And as he
drew her down to the embankment
beside him, she smiled a little sadly
into the eyes of the man she had
promised to marry.
A Discovery.
Suddenly as he bent forward, 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 revulsion creeping over her,
“That locket!” she gasped. “Where
did you get it? 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 sltuation, he
laughed, and said calmly:
“Why, 1 took it from the chain of
the Bergsternaviator, 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 passionateiy. “Only that
| 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? 1 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
our 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 wildly
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through the tangles of the thick wood
‘that adjoined the cottage grounds on
the other side,
T.he girl seemed crazed. Only the
desire to get away from every one
urged her on. Under the excitement
of the moment Ler mind had given
way, the pent-up sorrow that she had
kept hidden for so long had now risen
in a flood and was threatening her
reason. As she ran blindly on, the
desire to do away with everything
forever was uppermost in her mind,
and she 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 =0 little, there was peace,
Death had no terrors for her. Noth
ing could be any worse than this life,
which had brought her nothing but
sorrow and pain that she could not
understand.
The Bell.
Suddenly, far in tiie 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 lo get dari, long
shadows were filtering down through
the leaves. The convent seemed far
away, but a sudden flerce desire had
been horn in the girl's heart for its
cool restfulness. The waters of the
lake were cold and dark and unfath
omable, like the waters of life which
had swept over her, leaving her a
ferlorn piece of driftwood cast up by
the tide. In the convent there was
rest and perchance the comfort of hu
man companionship.
She would go there if God would
but give her the strength to go so far.
In the cool, gray cloisters of the
convent the hour of prayer was at
hand. Silence brooded gently over
the kneeling figures of the nuns;
peace and quietness drifted gently in
the very atmosphere. The world
seemed very far away, as the soft
chant of voices was the only sound
breaking in upon the stillness.
Suddenly the figures of a girl ap
peared in their midst. Wild-eyed and
with streaming hair, she stood still
for a moment, looking about her at
the upraised faces of the nuns, their
habitual expression of peace disturbed
for a 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 quiet of the convent Helene
had at last found rest. With all the
feverish vagaries of the world shut
ontside the colistered 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
haopiness from her lips, but with
kindly hands he had given her con
tentmeet to brighten her way for
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The dean of a certain oathedrnl‘
was on day walking through the pre
cincts 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 mun‘
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 soldier.”
“Are vou ‘Sure you are not letting
your sentiment run away with your
judgment?” they asked.
“There is 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 he shaved.
“You're a stranger?”’ asked the bar
ber.
“Yes,” Mark Twain replied. “This
is the first time I've been here.”
“You chose a good time to come”
the barber continued. “Mark Twain
is going to read and lecture to-night.
You'll go, 1 suppose?”
“Oh, 1 guess so."”
“Have vou bought vour ticket?"
“Not yer'
“Buyt everything is sold out. You'll
have to stand.”
“How very annoyving!' Mark Twaln
said, with a sigh. “I never saw such
luck. I alwave 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 I once met a general who got his
title neither by inheritance nor by serv
fee. nor by anything you could men
tion,"’
* ‘General,’ I said 1o him. ‘how 4o you
come by this title of yours, anyway?”
“ ‘Why, sir,’ he said, ‘I passed my
vouth in the flour trade, and for twenty
vears was a general miller.’
] know another titled man-—Judge
(Greene
““*Are vou. sir.’ I once asked him, ‘a
United States Judge or a Circuit Court
Judge?
‘I ain't peither.’ he replied, ‘l'm a
judge of hoss racin'.' " ’ «
What Dancing Will Do for
Your Health and Beauty
OFSN'T everyone remember the
D adorable un:gelf-conscious 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 7 i
I think it is quite easy to always
remain a child, and dancing seems to
be such a help in this respect that I
should really like evervone to Know
just haw much there is in it, Fot in
stance, a child’s body, because its soft
curves have not been interfered with,
is supnle and has natural poise and
balance.
A child can go everywhere and do
everything gracefullv unless it has
been brought up in the stiff, unchild
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 the
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Miss Mae Murray’s natural self, an d in white and black silhoutte.
’heart and is therefore natural expres
sion. In the beginning the dance
was always meant to represent some
thing. And that is as it should be
to-day.
All dancing should be spontaneous,
should be the result of a sincere emo
tion. If the emotion isn't there danc
ing 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 is happy.
And this is what it amounts to aft
er all. People 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 wateh for results.
Don't go into it with the idea of en
joyving anything bhut the dance itself;
just forget everything else for the
time being.
Those society people who crowd
their heads with everything in the
world and then mince around the
room a few times in the very latest
importations think thev are dancing.
But thev're not. Children don't
dance with this spirit, 'l'pere is some
thing more back of it all; they ex
press something, and that gomething
is the real poetry of motion. To real
ly dance, one must go hack to child
nood and dance like a child.
So begin to dance simply and
naturally: vour thoughts will go =a
far ahead of your feet that you will
soon find yourselves doing all kinds
of steps that are really-different.
When this happens, vou will be
really dancing, vou will be interested,
vou will be back in kid-land, and,
best pf all, you will find that you have
actually forgotten how to he base and
world-weary.
Hobbies for Health,
“Hobbies have ceased to be regard
ed merely as a means of pulling in
time, and have come to occupy an im
portant place in medical treatment,”
says a well-known physician., !
But a hobby that also promotes phy
sical exercise is the finest recreation
that a man whose work entails con
siderable miental strain can have
The Kaiser has taken up wood-cut
ting as the hest possible hobby and
exercise for a hard-working monarch,
and his physicians warmly indorse the
pastime. Every morning in the Sans
Souei 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. At the expiration of his hour's
toil the logs are either given to the
workmen in attendance or sent 1o a
charity.
Tree-felling. of course, was one of
Mr. Gladstone's favorite pastimes,
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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 never asks me to go to 1
moving pictures or to the thea
ter. How can I find out if he
loves me? NBW.
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.
T.ook at his g€de of the story before
vou condemn him. :
SHE 18 A SILLY GIRL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 have been keeping steady
company with a young lady for -
the past ten months. She re
cently attended a party to which
I wasg not invited. Did she do
right in attending? She also ad
mits having had two young men,
whom she had never met before,
kiss her, (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
ir. 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 von, 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 IFairfax
After Keeping company with a
young man for four years, we
parted about five months ago.
Recently 1 met friends who told
me he would®be willing to come
back toime if 1 wili give in.
ANXIOUS.
It makes no difference who is in
the wrong, he fails to show a manly
spirit in télling friends that he will
forgive you if you make amends.
Let him make them, And insist
that they he made to you, and not
come through others
THE LATTER.
Dear Mids ¥airfax:
Recently I attended a show
with my gentleman friend and
quite a number of girls were
holding thvi'r friends’ hats; ailso, 1
By MAE MURRAY
a large number were not, Please
tell me which is proper?
KATHERINE,
A man doesn’t take a girl to the
itheater for the purpose of making a
hatrack of her, and it is rudeness to
pile his hat on her lap, an action
which every girl should promptly re
sent,
ONLY ONE WAY.
De¢ar Miss Fairfax:
I love a young lady who 1 be
lieve loves somebody else. 1 think
she likes me, but [ hesitate to
make sure about the way in
~ which this young lady and the
~ other young man regard each
~ other. Ido not wish to “butt in.”
. Oh, if 1 only knew! What shall
] e ANXIOUS.
The old adage, “Faint hear ne'er
won fair lady,” says nothing against
what you call *butting in.” There
is only one way to learn her heart:
Ask her.
| Quite True.
~ Dotted about the towns of England
are to be founr numerous places
where things of all descriptions, from
statuary to stickjaw, are sold by auc
tion.
Into one of these littie Johnquil
strolled one evening, not because he
wanted to, but hecause he had not
the moral courage to refuse the invi
tation of a leather-lunged. pugna
clous-looking person who stood bel
lowing at the doorway.
The auctioneer looked fAxedly at
Johnauil as he entered and held up a
highly ornamental box of cigars,
“Now, then, gentlemen, what price
for fifty of the finest Havanas ever
rolled” (io where you like, pay what
vou like, vou will find that you can
not get superior smokes to these any.
where, Yon can’t get bhetter--1 say
vou can not get hetter!"
He still fixed his hypnotic eyve on
Johnquil, who in consequence, began
to feel for his purse, when the ten
sion was relieved by a man in the
crowd shouting:
“You're right there! [ hought a hox
larst week, [ did, and 1 can’t get bet
ter, ‘not nohow, 1 can’t!”
Whereuppn Johnqguil, fixing an ace
cusing eve on the person in the door-
way, wallied out again,
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“1 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 \\ish,l
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
have done more than that, could he?”
And that was the greatest boon to
a stepfather’'s vanity that a son could
l.ave uttered.
Scott 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 Kmerson in the auditing depart
ment, He'll start you. It's up to you
now to be a business man, so sall {n.”
“I will,” he said sententiously. At
the door he turned. "I say, governor,
don’t forget that little girl, I like her
looks."”
“So do 1,” agreed the elder after the
door had closed.
Work at Last.
HEN his son had gone, Scott
again summoned his chief
clerk,
“C'rane, there was a girl in this of
fice when 1 came in. Did you see
her?” ?
“In here, sir? 1 don't believe 1 did,
sir.” ! s
“Very well; go back to your desk.
I'll attend to it myself."”
He followed his emplovee out ani
opened the door to the room where
A ECOre Or more Young women were
waiting. He pointed a signaling fingor
at Gertrude, and with elated step the
girl arose and followed him into tne
private office. She’ timorously ap
proacited a chair to which he mo
tioned, It was beside his desk, Scott
seated himself on the other side,
“MWhat is your name?”"’ he asked.
“Gertrude Meyer.”
“Where do you live?”
2624 Second avenue,
"‘\L’Q'””
“SBeventleen.” .
Scott's questions came in a curt,
husinesslike tone They were per
functory He was quite thoroughly
convinced before he called her Into
hie room that she would be glven 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 continue i
to question her.
‘ An Appeal.
“Have vou ever worked before?" he
continued. .
? “No, slr.”
She spoke these words in a low,
*fearsome voice, They had bpeen the
stumbling block many times in ner
agnest for work and had usually
brought conversations with prospec
tive emplavers to a close. But she
braced herself for the ordeal and
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" ERROLD SCOTT, a dignifled-looking business man with offices in &
J big city skyseraper, advertises for a stenographer to act in the ca
pacity of private secrethry. Scott, although posing aes an upright
man, is in reality unscrupulous. He has several times been In trouble
over stenographers to whom he mpde love, but persists in his infamy.
Crane, his servile bookkeeper, sends in several applicants. Scott is struck
by the phyelcal attractions of Catherine Wiggins and questions her
closely. He tells her to return at 11 o'clock. Jack Scott, the elder Scott’s
stepson, is junior partner of the firm. He has just come of age and {8
experting to he a full-fledged partner,
While he is waiting for his father, Gertrude Meyer, the heroine of the
story, 2omes {n looking for a position. Young Scott is greatly impressed
by her beauty, and questions her. The Elder Scott arrives. He is also
interested at once in the pretty girl. After telling his son that he has
taken him into partnership, Scott questions Gertrude.
Now Go On with the Story
stared at him with her big, bleu eyves
wide open as she uttered her apepal.
“But I graduated from business col
lege five weeks ago with high honors,”
she said. “They told me | was finedl
to fill any stenographic position.” |
Scott passed this by for what it was
worth,
“Do vou live at home?" he asked.
“l live with my mother. She is a
widow."” l
“You mean to support her_’.‘"
“When I can—yes, Mother has al-i
wayvs supported me.” She dropped
her eyes as she finished, haltingly:
“Mother works—in a laundry. I have
two younger hrothers. They are in
an orphan asylum.”
The magnanimous man of affairs
who was about to employ this unso
phisticated gir] as a private secretary,
noted the long lashes that hid the
timorous eyes, the flushed cheeks
and trembling hands, and came quick
ly to her rescue.
“You are a hrave 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."”
“I think I could, sir,” she faltered,
“if-—if 1 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 eyes at the hope
his words held out. |
“1 had hoped, sir,” she said, brave
-Iy, “to get six dollars a week."”
“We'll make it ten.”
She fairly leaped from the chalr,
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 exvlte-‘
ment,
“Am I really employed?’ she cried.
“Can I really go to work?"
He smiled at her benignly.
“Yes, vou can really' go to work.
There's a rack in the corner. You can
hang your coat and hat there and
start now."”
“Oh, 1 thank vou, sir,” she sald,
gratefully, and stood still, staring at
him as if it were a dream too good to
be true. Then, following the direc
tion of his eves, she turned toward
the hatrack.
“There's vour desk and chair,”
Scott directed. “You'll find paper and
pencils in the drawer. Now, I'll tell
my clerk to dismiss the other young
Jadies. Just make yourself at home.”
She smiled graciously at him like a
chil¢ 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
seore or more of competent stenog
raphers 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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The Thrilling Story of a Pretty Girl’s Fight
Against T'remendous Odds for the
Man She Loved.
at the machine. But her head was in
'a whirl.
“I've got work--I'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: “I'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 posftion—it was all true!
Mother's hands would come out of the
washtub; Heine and Rudle 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 hers
that's urgent. Just a minute and T
will be with you.”
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To Be Continued To-morrow.
Planning for the
Stork’s Arrival
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Among those things which all women
should know of, and many of them do,
18 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 perifod of expectancy. - Its
chief purpose Is to render the tendons,
ligaments and muscles so pliant 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 hn\'mg'a, splen
did influence upon the early disposition
of the future generation.
Whatever induces to the ease and
comfort of the mother should leave its
impress upon the nervous syvstem of the
baby
At any rate, It is reasonable to be
lieve that since '‘Mother's Friend” has
been a 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 Hquid
of great help and value And write to
Hradfield Regulator Company, 402 La
mar Building, Atlanta, Ga., for their
book of useful and timely information.