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Is temannieary ofher ldst ic ind1916het -H Quebec governlnent is probablf the leader in the erman war rde dn wchie d the the New World in forest preservation. It plans t7 aled warships for months ad sank werth plant two pines or spruces for each one cut down. An $10,000,000. shwa u byz'n O the . elaborate patrol for fire detection includes airplanea. *GET. A Delightful Seri Intrigue and ti - Love Over I WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Horace Daw, known as "Blackie." a igell.dresped good-looking. plausi ble young- man, arrives in the glepy little town of Battlesburg. owa, goes to the Palace, the best hotel, and proceeds to ingratiate himself with the citizens. ie also falls in love with Dorothy Welles, daughter of a real estate operator, but he does not talk about the na ture of his business. Ite does, however, lament over the dullness, ef the town, and Clint iarkins, edito- of The Blade, prints an edi torial embodying Mr. Daw's views. suggesting that they change the name of the town to Peacefulville. This angers Colonel Battles, the richest span in Rattlesburg. and ex eites a lot of discussion. Mr. Daw finely intimates that he is. looking kr a manufacturing site for a man with money to invest, whom he rep resents. ("Get-Rich.Quick Walliingford" is a Cosmopolitan Production based on some of the famous Wal Uligferd stories and the famous play by George M. Cohan, di rested by Frank Borzage and re leased as a Paramount Picture.) Screen Version Novelized. By Jane McLean gg F course you have," Mr. Daw went on consolingly. "You owe it to Mr. Wal lingford that the insurance busi ness is the safe and sane proposi tion it is today-if It hadn't been for Mr. Wallingford gold mining in this western country wouldn't be where it is-and when it comes to Wall street Wallingford taught Wall Street where it got off and made a brilliant name for himself and a lot of wealth for the nation African Game T HE growing scarcity of speci mens in every department of aoolegy has led to the setting apart of large game preserves in the- wilds of Africa. There seems to be no animal that cannot he partly tamed it it he given a feed Ing ground and water in plenty. Attendants venture into the in closures and. accustom' them to the sight of human beings. Gradually the beasts are herded into smaller paddocks, where any peculiarities they may have are observed. AHealthySkin isalwaysa Butfd Skin Ik fMidly and Wbas rr L~ seMl - b ma. soint as om mt amy ether the geWnd the Tlaie d P eel here been flr lel wAs uhe "ho e hledes. d Amlm sod sety. Te. wE 6e e hear tus~ -eti d.-.-e ofTa hor n smd a na EIJimelike other beassey ~~gatIS, does not tern an - ibbmley abln. Isen meet ede.It rsvae the ammpi ofthe skin. Paris Shae dismsoed that every h.hin 6 a besutful ski. snd th .e inf wome esoiIshealthy althmuhealthy symp KIJJA will psi vely incre es heetyeof ny oman ofsmy Ye. -n buy KIJJA at depat inetire da stares in your city. Rie.s brthe KIJJA inkeldsi wmen iso weisgten bull lee4la RIC] al of Adventure, te Triumph of )ishonesty. -strong on love of country, Mr. Wallingford is-" "He must be some man," de clared Dempsey. "Seems to me I have heard of him." "Some man is right-look at Oklahoma City-what was it ten years agu--nothing but a water tank-what is it today? A great big rich, prosperous city-baniks theaters-trolley li-es--factories a miniature metropolis, and what's the answer-Wallingford was these, that's all." Mr. Daw's smile to6k in the questioning eyes and noted with satisfaction the ador ing look on Dorothy's face. "Well, let's get down to busi. ness. What's Mr. J. Rufus Wal lingford think he's going to man ufacture here?" asked Mr. Welles. "Ah," laughed Mr. Daw, "you'll have to ask him-something easily marketable. I'm sure-if he decides to locate here, you'll have your eyes opened-he'll make this place a second Des Moines before he's done." "I'd sure like to meet Mr. Wal lingford," said Mr. Welles, who began to cast up mental figfures on a real estate clean-up. "I'll say you'll admire him when you do-he's a mal who does things--he's a go-getter-he's qot the true American spirit-by the way, 1 expect him tomorrow." "I'll be round," said Mr. Welles. "I'd like to show him a site for his factory." "You'll find him the most affa Women Who Work By Brice Belden, M. D. S o great have been the indus trial opportunities for women that a vast number of them have taken advantage of them and are engaged in gainful employment outside of the home. Thousands of women of a class which in for mer times was idle or engaged in trivial employment are now highly productive workers in vitally im. portant fields of industry, doing their part to maintain macimum output. All of which means that society must concern itself very seriously with the health of these itidustrial recruits. The woman worker must herself do her best to keep in good health and ward off disease. since the change from the home to the office or wormchop calls for mush physical adjustment involv ing strain. We are in a transi tional period which bears heavily upon the present generation of women. But it must be said that our women in industry - tre meeting the test gamely -mi successfully. The "weaker sex" do-trime has 'e ceived some hard jolts at the hands of investigating scientists. who have discovered that there is no difference in the strength of men and women d47 to sex as such. Whatever differences exist have been brought about by tne :imita tio;., of activity and dr"- de manded by convention. Th. fact is that women can be trained to perform efficiently servic.e r.euir ing great physical strength, with out injuring or interferan.; with their normal physiological fune tion., provided they do their work under medioal supervision. Careful supervision of their per sonal hygiene and habits is essen tial, and nowadays many indus trial establishments undertaKe such control of the health of their women wage earners. Rest periods have been found of great service in this prograum, as have also periods- of outdoor exer cise. Given suitable protection. women workers are capable of great service. I ekiyeasedbyapieation of glosa% skin siss It'sa n the gala. At all dragists. Ue,Th 140 Ee.p ft henedi Sloa' Liimn -QL Horace Daw gets a telegra from "Gel ble chap in the world," said Mr. Daw. "By the way, you've done pretty well in real estate, haven't you?" A Modest Fortune. "Oh. so, so; cleaned up about a hundred thousand." "Come in and have a drink be fore dinner, won't you?" "I don't mind if I do." Mr. Daw, with a glance at the two girls, slipped a friendly arm through his companion's. "Wait a minute-wait a minute," a voice from the doorway halted THE WINE By Arthur Stringer, Well-Kaewa Noveliet and Author of Cuentrywide Reputation. le turned away and looked more methodically about the room. On the table he found two letters, seal ed. He saw where newspapers had been wedged in the door-cracks, even the keyholes stuffed. The entire thing, of course. had been planned, had been deliberately carried through. But the man, Stor row concluded, must at some time have repented of his bqrgain, must have weakened and made an effort to reach a window. Storiow, with a leaden weight in the pit of the stom ach, was able to dramatize those last struggles. He even tried to imagine that final conference togeth er, pondering over the problem of whether it was placid or frantic, cowprdly or courageous. It struck hint as strange that under the same roof where he lived. where he harbored his own small hopes and fears and aims, this other man on the bed had been just as in tensely involved in the machinery of life, had-just as ardently asked for happiness. And he. Owen Storrow, within a biscuit's tons of it, had known nothing about it. Two of Them. He was backing slowly away from the bed when he felt a hand on his arm. He found Torrie be side him. her lips parted. her yts narrowed with a curiosity which she could not control. She seemed quite chllected to him. unnatur-tlly collected, until he noticed the hand THE RHYMINGI J By Aline Mchaelis Set tlina Down. T IElazy, hazy days are donc, the campfires flicker out, the tents are folded, one by one, the fisher lenves the trout. A silence fails upon the wood and on the distance hill. while nature sits in dreamy mood, with folded hands and still. But you anid 1, who played around and loved the great out-doors, nuist hustle to our stamping groundl and settle to our chores Alack. alas! the wecks are fleet, variationl's sped away, atnd foog~h habit mnkes us eAt three times in ,"very dlay! So we must Ileave the lo'rdly. andI we must mind our' Qa and l's and toil for ,quite a spell. It (lid not lake us overlong fo learn that loafing's fine; but our ricrh aunt. .so hale and strong, will live to nineti' nine. Then though the fnll is strangely fair in ulettance vuale and ill, we toddle to our cityv lair andi lebor with a will. We know that many moons must pass before we turtn anon- to where the grass is really grass for men to walk upon. We wisely cease from foolish dreams and nobly settle down where blare and glare of Broadlway at,.ams aeross the seething town. yrnr, lo! the measure of the man is work and never play; if ynu'd nnt h.' anl also ran you'd hatter diK today. iForget the woods wh'ere inu wouldi ream and autumn's gnldan crown: if you would bring the haces hemp. y a,,e, eo sette dewe= [ICK m from J. Rufus Wallingf -Rich-Quick Wallingford" their progress. Abe Gunther was advancing with a telegram "something for you, Mr. Daw," he said. "Thanks. Will you excuse me?" said the affable young man, taking the yellow envelope and tearing it open. lie head the message and smiled - crumpled it up and dropped it on the floor. "Now, then," he said to Mr. Welles, "are we ready?" They went out to the back room together. It was Eddie Lamb who picked up the bit of paper and unblush OF LIFE t holding the folds of the loose bath robe over her bosom. The fingers of that hand, he could see, were shaking. "You mustn't come in here." he commanded. But she disregardtd that command. "There are two of them." she whispered slowly, a troubled won der wrinkling her white brow. Step by step she advanced towards the bed, as though impelled by a force which she could not overnaster. There was something so suggestive of sonambulism, of intense preoru pation, in her movements that Stor row wondered if this could be the first time she stood face to face with Death. Torrie was stooping with her chin forward, as though peering through mist. Then she stoo.l up straight, still frowning. "That's Nona Maynelle." she whispering intoned. drawing closer to Storrow with a movement that was both wistful and unwilled. stricken with the sudden need of companionship. But all the time her eyes were on the bed. "Did you know her?' 'asked Stor row. "She was a model." was the nh stracted reply. "hut all last semaso she was at the Winter Garden." Storrow made no response to this. He had awakened to the fact that they were wasting time over incl. lentals. that something must he done, and done at once. He he came almost impatient at the .'is tamined impersonal curiosity of the peering-eyed girl beside him. "ut are they dead?" she whim pered with a small wringing motion of the hands as Imploratory as a prayer. "Can they be?" The Girl ] WH AT DOES HE By Beatrice Fairfax. THE law of supply and demand works just as inevitably in the world of lov-e 'ti in any other depertmeit of living. ILaying asideP any :iiiscusioni of whether to day's girl is the shoe-king creature a great many folks find her-, let's acknowledge that she is what she Is because she's trying to meet a demand on the part of men. As the human rare' has worked its evolutionary way up the male creature han bee-n sumperor in strength. The cag'maen was always the aggressor. lie Oie-ked ouit his mate anid took her byV' 6'. The man creature was stromnge lHe made the laws. ile protec-ted his own and brought them food. The cave was his. The power to guard it was his. Woman stayed in the cave and reared the young. Now and then she hunted and fought, bumt it was always utider the domination of thn man-creature. As for women-they'r-e Just upi from-slavery. The fight for the vote revealed the terrible inequali ties of the man-made law of the world. The Oriental widow who is hurned on the funeral pyre of her htushandl in a hair-raising tradtin to us who so rec-ently gsve wom:m no title in her own property. The divorce law of England is even to day a vastly cruel and unfair thing. But woman to day in America has t S ord announcng his plans soon to be shown in motio ingly read it. Mr. lempsey coughed, then he said eagerly: "There you are Eddie, you've been doubting this chap-he's thrown away the tele gram, and that means it's any body's property-what's it say?" And Eddie read it aloud for the eification of the rest. "Coming to Battlesburg; if it's all you say it is, will not only build the fac tory, but also an up-to-date hotel a modern opera house, department store and whatever else the towr needs to give the right tone to eIll * 0 'iours ago," said Storrow with t forced curtness of tone. lie noticed in the ash tray on the table where two letters lay. eight cigarette stubs side by side. storrow counted them They must, he concluded have been very deliberate about it all. His curt re-tort to Torric, he next noticed had stung her into an unhooked for and sudden activity. She wrapped the loose robe closet about her waist, retied the girdle and crosdset to the table. There she took up the two letters, seemed to understand :,t a glance what they were, and promptly thrust then down into the huge pocket of her garment. "We must telephone for the po lice," Storrow was repeating as he watched her go to the hot-plate bend over it, and then carefully close the stop-cock at the lower end of the rubber tube. Then she de liherately pulled the upper end of tubing from the gas pipe where Storrow had already shut off the flow. "What are you doing?" he de. numedeed. She was staring, white fa. ' anI thoughtful, ahont the lisordered room. lie repeated the qlu.estion hi-fore she seemed to hear him. "That makes it an accident." she said pointing toward the dangling hot-pinte tuhing. "I'm not going to have this whole clity pawing over these poor kids,' she tremulously but determindedly aneounced. "They've paid enough wi'hout going to a Potters field And they've got families. somi where: thev must have. It'll hurt enough to know they're dead, with out having people say they've kille< Ian Seeks SK OF WOMAN? the vote, has a voice In the world's affairs, has a chance to make her living on a par with men, and re joices in about fifty years of college eluta tio and ete its perivilege.~s. F"ifty year s--compared with five hundre housad c ye-ara to make us what we ace! ('ant a ney man woner that woe1 ace a little udaze-d with their lnew free'domt? ('an ancy man he' asten Mhed if wodeehn is *eenc drutnk with her cnew fouend right to have a pe r Iseenality an e111~ xpress it? Isat ml likely tat ncumlerouas wonten wdc run amcuek?' IAll humacns have a hecitage eW cccvagery--of an-imlceIisam. In m:ca andl in iwoanc is hate-nt the de-sic, andee plhysiical longing that is his h -ri age. Tlhere's ac 1ee per ('ent r eneel of Ide'alisma ove-r that. limut mne have been buarstineg through the vecer and le'ttIing their heritage o: cenimntlimc have fcell asway all througacl tih. ccgc-s. And todayc womccan loo0k aroundle and~ scays: 'Why shouldn'l they- get whact thley want?'' The eestion is. however-what 11x1 maen want? * As an idealist I'd lbe inclined tr hold to my own helief in what's fine acnd good. htut I'm ncot goIng to r"*. teo hile women to that. I'm jues1 going to offer the-m in the next fes article-s I wrie a "host nf witnlesse5 - the testimeotny of nman hImself. Whaltt does ml~lansak of womanc' Let's reacd hIs otwn honest exprel sion of hIs great desIre. IAiek for the. next article; it villin a- k~ ....) LLLIJ Y, for Battlesburg. A scene n pictures. our enterprise." "Words-words." cried Mr. Bat ties. "Isn't it signed?" queried Har kins. "Sure, it's signed J. Rufus Wal lingford." "That's enough for me," said Mr. Dempsey. he's going to build a new hotel-this place needs a new hotel-and I'm the man to manage it." The two girls left the men to their discussions, and Col. Bat tIes, still grumbling at new A Stirring Romance. By Arthur Stringer. themselves." Storrow, staring - at her found strength in that face in which he had once seen only beauty. "But that isn't for us to decide," he argued, recalling vague impres sions as to the law that obtained in such circumstances. "We have decided," she protested, almost sharply. "But we haven't the right," he still continued. "Then we'll take it," was her re tort. She stood silent a moment, after another quick survey of the room. "If you were like that, wouldn't it seem the decent thing to do? Wouldn't you be glad to know that somebody was doing what they could to keep your name clean?" A vague and chilling sense of dis comfort flowed through Storrow's body as she put that challenge to him. He failed to see that it would make any difference. And he had no intention of ever being like that. But he knew it was useless to argue with her. "You can telephone from my room," she was -saying to him-. "I'll put out the light and fix the door so it will stay shut. And neithe of us must forget that it was an acci dent. remember, an accident"' He did as she asked. It flashed through him, as he sat waiting for his connection after calling up police headquarters that life was crowding closer about him than he had anti cipated. It was crowding about him raw and undraped, with its beauty and ugliness tragically tangled to gether. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) Copyright. 1920. by Arthur 5triner . (Published by Arrangesenst with laterma. Usual ?eatare servieo. lae.) DO YOU KNOW THAT Palm oil is being used as steamer fuel in the Congo with good results? It is now possible to send a crew less vessel as far as radio im-* pulses will carry. The same means can be used in sending a giant tor pedo against a foe regardless of Ihow far distant the enemy might be. provided he is within reach of the radio? HIowquickyit heals! Thafs what youllsay after applying RESI N~l Seothing and Healing fure Ihe enderest alten_ GIF Follow This Great Watch for It on tl Leading 1 fangled ideals, followed them to the street. Eddie Lamb. uneol vinced, voiced his suspicione of the great Wallingford. "If any one asks me," he said to his em ployer, "I'll say it's all a big bluff." "You don't have to say any thing," Mr. Dempsey reproved him. "I know it's on the level and a new hotel has been the dream of my life. Now don't get crusty, Eddie. I want Mr. Daw treated the best The Palace affords-from now on there ain't nothing too good for him; you get me. don't you?" "If he builds a new hotel it'll put you out of business," vea tured Eddie. "No, it won't, I'll get the lease, ' and don't you forget, Eddie, that even if you're my coming son-in law and got eleven thousand dol lars in the bank. I am the propri ator of this hotel, and what I sy goes. From now on till J. Rufus Wallingford arrives Mr. Daw is the star boarder." "That's right," Harkins agreed. "it's up to us to take advantage of this opportunity; watch The Blade. I'll put all this about Wallingford in big headliner famous financier expected in town. So long, you people." "Is he really going to print all that stuff?" snorted the dis gruntled Eddie. "Why wouldn't he print it" cried Mr. Dempsey, "it'r. the The Woman Observer No Longer. SAID a synical young man to THE WOMAN: "I don't think skirts are really being made any longer. Those women who have nothing to boast of in the way of extremetdee may have fallen for the excuse of wearing 'em longer, but the girls with the pretty legs are sticking to them four teen inches or more from the ground. " " " When to Read. THE time to read a book THE WOM AN has discovered is at night. when the house is still and when you can go to Constantinople or Madrid, or merely take a trip through New England with the author. Then there is no grocery boy to bring you back to your home town and your intimate surroundings, no neighbor to call up to borrow your card table. The blue of the Marmora looks wash ed out in your mind's picture after you have been into the kitchen to see what was burning. The picture you painted of the mosque looks like a very poor work when you pick up your book after finding Billie's rub bers and even the loves of "Heloise and Abelard" hold no charm when you return from paying the laundryman. Truly, the only time to read a good book is when the house is quiet, when every one sleeps, Wi en the clock strikes one, and there is no one abroad to interfere with your imagination. Watch their face. light up svhen yeu tell them, it. LOFFI COUNTRY Tenderest young inte delicate eori fragrant apices, fresh every day. taste! Just purt Ask Your i Another of the LOFFLEI 36 Pure pork varietie Smoked Ham All LOFF LE R Pre gade br A. taffle Pr )RD Story Here, Then he Screen at the fhesters. truth. Isn't It?" "Well, if he does. I'll never be leve another, thing I see in that paper, that's all." The ringing of the dinner bell put an end to the duet in the lobby, and from here and there guests came sauntering in to dinner. Dorothy and Gertie appeared at the doorway, the for mer to wait for her father, the latter casting sheep's eyes at the forlorn Eddie. From the back room emerged Mr. Welles and the immaculate Mr. Daw. "Yes," the latter was saying, "J. P. Morgan has done some big stunts, but he's not one, two, three with Wallingford -Wallingford doesn't care about money, he has the good of the country at heart-that's where he shines." "There are very few men like1 that," Mr. Welles agreed. "You-said it," answered his companion. "I've met them all and, believe me, there's only one." "I've just been saying," Demp sey broke in, "that if you want anything and don't see it, don't hesitate-we're here to serve you, and anything I've got you're welcome to. ' "That's the kind of hospital ity I like," answered Horace, smiling, and extending a hand to Mr. Dempsey. "I'm going to send a little fine apple cider to your table for dinner," said Mr. Dempsey, shaking the proffered hand vig orously. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) Advice to Lovelo By Beatrice Fairfax Mother vs. 'Sweetheart. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I hail from South Africa and have been here eight months. For four years I went about with a little English lady in South Africa. She was a wonderful pal, who remained alongside me in my long uphill climb to fortune. The war brought reverses and I lost ev. -thing. I came here to for get .- .rything. I came here to forge. and make good again. but would like to bring my little "pal" over. but my mother made me prom ise, before leaving. that I would refrain from having anything further to do with her, her objec tion being the differences in our faiths. She being English and I Jewish. We still correspond regularly and love each ,other dearly. Your opinion on this question would be very much appreciated. as I feel honor bound to do right by her. N- M. OU should never have let your mother influence you to the f point of making such a promise. It was probably a case of wills and you permitted hers to be the stronger. Now, unless you can make your mother see things your way and release, you from your promise-do you see much chance of happiness if you break your word and hurt the mother wh. cares for you even if she hasn't learned the modern lesson of let ting you work out your own hap piness and salvation? ER'S SAUSAGE pork anipped ie, msixed with and delivered No waste-all a deliciosnessl i'cat Man M atNojn duts 100% Pure