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FIRESIDE READING FOR WOMEN AND ALL THE FAMILY "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" I Copyright by International Sewi Service As is often the case, after Helen's dramatic stand in regard to the course in interior decorating her thought dropped to the other extreme. She had been so excited for days that she had hardly taken into considera tion Warren's attitude or his reply to her request. Her reason in the main for majkin x the request in the first place was due to the fact that she had gone too far in the matter to draw back and give in entirely. But when Warren after a few minutes' deliberation said, generously enough: "Well, if that's what your heart is set on, why don't you try it?" Helen had felt an immediate reaction. The truth of the matter was that she had really no great desire to go to school. Warren, of course, could not know this, but unwittingly he had stumbled upon the very way to cure Helen of her determination to be a modern woman. Warren did not realize that Helen was not modern. That she was, in fact, essentially what nine out of ten other women are in apartments all over the United States. She was con tent to live in the charming little home her husband provided for her. She experienced the same feelings day in and day out upon exactly the same subjects that other women experience —in a way she was proud that she had married rather well than otherwise, and that she was sufficiently well off to be able to afford many of the lux uries of life. If Helen had not possessed an im agination that afforded her more though' than the average woman be would have been all right. But she was quick to notice things and quick to imitate others. Ned Burns, while unattractive to her, neverthe less flattered her with his attention. His offer of a position, which she had ut first spurned, would have meant nothing at all to her if It had not been for Warren's opposition. Then, too. Helen had come in con tact with the modern trend and dif ferent as she was, she could not avoid being affected in some degree by the crowd that thought so differently about things. As soon as Warren showed his will ingness to have her begin a course in interior decoration Helen, who had ex pected and looked forward to an ar gument on the subject when she could again demonstrate the fact that she was extremely modern and that War ren was an old-fashioned domestic tyrant, lost all interest in the idea. Xot for worlds, however, would she have allowed Warren to see this. Instead she began to think of a way by which she could avert this calam ity that she had brought upon her self. And, as is usual in a case of this kind, the most trivial and do mestic of circumstances enabled Helen to almost if not quite retrieve her old position. £*ince Helen's suggestion Warren Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton ' —I , T~*ASHION decrees for breadth 1 over t^ie hips and here is a girl's frock that 6hows that Y '(£Ur feature achieved in a most charm t ing manner. The skirt is a per- fectly simple one but is just iSt* looped a little at the sides to U \ give the broad effect. It is cut in one with the over bodice and Boa there is a separate guimpe be .3 • • i.. j. neath. Here, that guimpe is ' til I!• >) made to match the frock, but it \ Hirf would be pretty to use a con i, vk trasting material, either a plain silk or a Georgette crepe or Jmjtj" i l x crepe de chine as the case might 1 1 k be, or, you could use a figured [ It's hues 7 silk for the frock and a plain •KI aEr s ilk for the guimpe. For | P- ilk sports dress of a more dainty imm ' R I ] 111 order, one of the heavy white OlMtiWr P I till pongee silks with a border in iSat brilliant colors would be pretty fa fife fern with the guimpe of white and C j&i M' fjpgl the collar and cuffs and girdle M iM sl|s| For the 16 year size will be Eg nQ f|ttneeded, yards of material eH [lIS? I,:' inches wide, yards 44 or Mapjf 54/ or the dress, 1% yards 36, f\ \ I y% yards 36 or 1% yards 44, for /JT7/I • e guimpe, with I yards 36 H J 934 i J rm jj#J inches wide for the trimming. JJ f /y/jj V The May Manton pattern /J ( y/ 'i\ No. 9343 is cut in sizes for 16 /d n I r- and 18 yeurs. It will be mailed /[ if 11 to an y address by the Fashion UJJL) Department of this paper, on receipt of fifteen cents ——bm■—i Wife to Blame it H Says Druggist Brouin Who Tells Wife What To Do A New Treatment Given Withoit the Consent or Knowledge of the Drinker Cleveland, O.—No wife has a right to blame her husband because he drinka, says Druggist Brown of Cleveland. It is her fault if she leta him drink and bring uphappiness and poverty to her home and she has no right to complain. A woman can stop a drinking husband in a few weeks for half what he would spend on liquor, so why waste sym -jjathy on a wife who refuses to do it? Rruggist Browfn also says the right time to stop the drink habit is at ita beginning unless you want drink to deaden the fine sensibilities of the hus band you love. Begin with tho first whiff of liquor on his breath but do not despair if he has gone from bad to worse until he Is rum-soaked through and through. Druggist Brown knows the curse of strong drink be cause he himself has been a victim. He was rescued from the brink of a drunk ard's grave by a loving sister who, after ten years' time, revealed the sec The Telegraph Bindery Will Rebiad Your Bible Satisfactorily THURSDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH FEBRUARY 15, 1917. had said nothing further on the sub ject, much to Helen's relief. He waited, instead, for her to make her own arrangements, which Helen was in no hurry to do, and so the matter drifted. Warren had adopted an attitude toward Helen that half piqued her. He said nothing about her scheme, but neither did he bully her as he was accustomed to doing. His man ner toward her was almost indifferent and Helen did not quite understand it. It happened that for a few days people did not run into the apart ment, and that Warren had nothing much to call him away. They spent their evenings almost in silence. Helen longed for a return of the old rela tions, when at least she might have adopted that intimate treatment of Warren even if he had repulsed her, but she hardly knew how Warren would act if she did act natural. One evening as they sat on either side of the table in the livingroom, Warren perusing the paper, and Helen apparently engrossed in a paper on woman suffrage, there was a great scrambling in the kitchen. They both looked up inquiringly and each meet ing the other's eye. Helen exclaimed: "What on earth is that?" Warren grinned. "I'll go and see," he answered, and dropping the paper, went out into the kitchen. Helen listened intently und in a few ruinutes he called her. "Come on out, Helen," he called, in his old offhand way, 'there's the funniest thing out here." Helen obeyed with alacrity and found him in the door of the kitchen watching Mahomet the Persian cat. "Don't tell me he's caught a mouse." she exclaimed. "That's just what has happened— there it is under the chair." "Oh. Warren!" shrieked Helen, "it's not alive, is it?" At that* moment Mahomet made a dive under the chair and Helen picked up her skirts and ran. She called back to Warren as she fled: "Warren Curtis, take that thing away; I think you're cruel to stand there and watch It being worried to death." Warren laughed loudly and followed her into the livingroom in a few minutes. "It was dead, anyway!" he ex claimed, leaning over Helen's chair: "you're just like all women, aren't you—afraid of a little mouse." His manner was so suddenly tender that Helen lifted her face to him im pulsively. "Of course, we're all the same, dear," she said, quickly; "every woman 1 know hates a mouse and is willing to aumit it." "Yes." answered Warren, wisely: "just as every woman is anxious to have her own way, and after it is given to her she doesn't know what to do with it." (Wutcli for the next instalment of this interesting series.) ret to htm. She saved him from drink —rescued him from his own depraved self, by giving him a secret remedy, the formula of an old German chemist. To discharge his debt to her and to help other victims out of the murk and mire he has made tho formula public. Any druggist can put It in the hands of any suffering wife, mother, sister or daughter. Just ask the druggist for prepared Tescum powders and drop a powder twice a day in tea, coffee, milk or any other drink. Soon liquor does not taste the same, the craving for It disappears and 10. one more drinker is saved and knows not when or why he lost the taste for drink. Mote.—l'rar uni, referred 1 to above, should be used only when It Is desir able to destroy all taste for alcobolte drinka of every hind. The vrlfe Mho approves of drinking In moderation and believes her husband safe should give It oaly vi hen ahe sees, as moat do In time, that the danger line la near. Mnee thin formula haa been mnde publls J. Nrlnon Clark, and other druggists have Oiled It repeatedly. Tie Go dso/ Copyright by Frank A. Munity Co. (Continued.) Ills answer Indicated that for all he knew I might be from the temple of Issus, and so evidently there was a temple of Issus. and In it were men like unto myself. Either this man feared the Inmates of the temple or else he held fhtsir per sons or their power In such reverence that he trembled to think of the harm and Indignities he had heaped upon one of them. But my present business with him was of a different nature than that which requires any considerable ab stract reasoning. It was to pet my swonl between his ribs, anj this I suc ceeded In doing within the next few seconds, nor was I an Instant too soon. The chained prisoners had been watching the combat In tense silence. Not a sound had fallen In the room other than the clashing of our contend ing blades, the soft shuffling of our naked feet and the few whispered words we had hissed at one another through clinched teeth the while we continued our duel. But as the body of my antagonist sunk an inert mass to the floor a cry of warning broke from one of the female prisoners. "Turn! Turn! Cehlnd ■•ou!" she I shrieked, and as I wheeled at the first uote of her shrill cry I found myself facing a second man of the same race as he who lay at my feet. The fellow had crept stealthily from a dark corridor and was almost upon 1 me with raised sword ere I saw him. Tars Tarkas was nowhere in sight, and the secret panel in the wall, through which I had come, was closed. How I wished that he were by my side now! I had fought almost contin ously for many hours. I had passed through such experiences and adven tures as most sap the vitality of man, and with all this I had not eaten for nearly twenty-four hours nor slept. I was fagged out and for the first time in years felt a question as to my ability to cope with an antagonist But there was naught else for it than to engage my man and that as quickly and ferociously as lay in me. My only salvation was to rush htm off his feet by the impetuosity of my attack. I could not hope to win a long drawn out battle. But the fellow was evideutly of an other mind, for he backed and parried and parried and side stepped until 1 was almost completely fagged from the exertion of attempting to finish him. He was a more adroit swordsman, if possible, than my previous foe, and I must admit that he led me a pretty chase and in the end came near to making a sorry fool of me and a dead one into the bargain. I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker until at length objects com menced to blur before my eyes, and 1 "Release me, and I will give you an trance to the other horror chamber." staggered and blundered about more asleep than awake, and then it wan that he worked his pretty little coup that came near to losing me my life. He had backed me round so that 1 stood in front of the corpse of his fel low, and then he rushed me suddenly, so that I was forced back upon it, and as my heel struck It the Impetus of my body flung me backward across the dead man. My head struck' the hard pavement with a resounding whack, and to that alone I owe my life, for It cleared my brain and the pain roused my temper, so that I was equal for the moment to tearing my enemy to pieces with my bare hands. I verily be'leve that I should have attempted it had not my right hand, in the act of raising my body from the ground, come in contact with a bit of cold metal. As the eyes of the layman, bo la the hand of the fighting man when it comes in contact with an Implement of his vocation, and thus I did not need to look or reason to know that In Iny grasp was the dead man's re volver, lying where It had fallen when I struck it from him. The fellow whose ruse bad put me down was springing toward me, the point of his gleaming blade directed stralsUt at my heart As he came there raug from his lips the cruel and mocking penl of laughter that I had heard within the chamber of mysterjT. And so he died, his thin lips curled In the snarl of his hateful laugh, and a bullet from the revolver of hla dead companion bursting in his heart. His body, borne by the impetus of his headlong rush, plunged upon me. The hilt of his sword must have struck my head, for with the impact of the corpse 1 lost consciousness. It was the sound of conflict t'aat roused mo once more to the realities of life. For a moment I could neither place my surroundings nor locate the sounds which had aroused me. Then from beyond the blank wall be side which I lay I heard the shuffling of feet, the snarling of grim beasts, the clank of metal accouterments and the heavy breathing of a man. As I rose to my feet I glanced hup rledly about the chamber in which 1 had Just encountered such a warm re ception. The prisoners and the savage brutes rested in their chains by the opposite wall eyeing me with varying expressions of curiosity, sullen rage, surprise and hope. The latter emotion seemed plainly evident upon the handsome and intel ligent face of the youhg red Martian woman whose cry of warning had been instrumental In saving my life. It was several seconds before the sounds upon the opposite side of the partition jolted my slowly returning faculties into a realization of their probable Import, and then of a sudden I grasped the fact that they were caused by Tars Tarkas in what was evidently a desperate struggle with wild beasts or savage men. With a cry of encouragement I threw my weight against the secret door, but might as well have essayed the down hurling of the cliffs themselves. Then I sought feverishly for the secret of the revolving panel, but my search was fruitless, and I was about to raise my long sword against the- sullen gold when the young woman prisoner called out to me: "Save your sword, oh, mighty war rior, for you will need it more where it will avail to some purpose. Shatter It not against senseless metal which yields better to the lightest finger touch of one who knows its secret!" "Know you the secret of It then?" I asked. "Yes; release me and I will give you entrance to the other horror cham ber, if you wish. The keys to my fet ters are upon the first dead of your foemen. But why would you return to face whatever other form of de struction they have loosed within that awful trap?" "Because my friend fights there alone," I answered, as I hastily sought and found the keys upon the carcass of the dead custodian of this grim chamber of horrors. There were many keys upon the oval ring, but the fair Martian maid quickly selected that which sprung the great lock at her waist, and freed, she hurried toward the secret panel. Again she sought out a key upon the ring. This time a slender, needle like affair which she inserted in an almost invisible hole in the wall. Instantly the door swung upon its pivot and the contiguous section of the floor, upon which I was standing, carried me with it into the chamber where Tars Tar kas fought. The great Thark stood with his back against an angle of the walls, while facing him in a semicircle half a dozen huge monsters crouched wait ing for an opening. Their blood streaked heads and shoulders testified to the cause of their wariness as well as to the swordsman ship of the green warrior whose glossy hide bore the same mute but eloquent witness to the ferocity of the attacks that he had so far withstood. As he saw me enter a smile touched those grim lips of his, but whether the smile signified relief or merely amusement at the sight of my own bloody and disheveled condition I do not know. Aa I was about to spring into the conflict with my sharp long sword I felt a gentle hand upon my shoulder and, turning, found to my surprise that the young woman bed followed me Into the chamber. , "Walt," she whispered, "leave them to me," and, pushing past me, she ad vanced upon the snarling banths. When quite close to them she apoke a single Martian word in low but per emptory tones. Like lightning the great beasts wheeled before her, and 1 looked to see her torn to pieces before I could reach her side, but Instead the creatures slunk to her feet like pup pies that expected a merited whipping. Again she spoke to them, but in tones so low I could not catch the words, and then she started toward the opposite side of the chamber with the six mljrht.v monsters trailing at heel. (To Be Continued.) BE HELPFUL BUT NOT PATRONIZING Busybodies of Life Discussed by Noted Writer of Wo men's Problems , By BEATRICE FAIRFAX The consciousness of power over oth- j era brings the most exquisite joy to any human being. To be able to regu- I late other people's lives seems a very j desirable position to most of us. Of j course all life is managed on this basis > from the Institution of an Emperor | down to that of a political boss. But most of us do not recognize the j tyranny in our own natures for just j what it is. We call ourselves philan thropists and neglect to consider just how welcome our philanthropy Is. I know a girl who took her stand agui...... uer w nolo tamtly and assisted hoi - brother in making a mar riage >. men to his youthful fancy seem ed uoSi.aule. The girl had a wonderful teeling tnat she was "playing Provi dence most graciously for brother and his sweetheart. She was a managing >uung woman and stood out against all 01 her people for what she consider ed very beautiful and noble reasons. t-'he imagined she was actuated by u oi-autlfui sentiment of desire to make others happy. She fancied she was the one person who could get the point of view of her twenty-tour-year-old j brother and the girl her whole lamily deemed rather an adventuress. Sister glossed over the whole situ ation and, with a feeling of nobility, engineered a marriage which the boy would never have put through by him self. Two years proved it disastrous. And like disaster attends almost all In stances where one human being steps in and manages the aftairs of another. It i> never lair to insist on regulat ing other peoples' lives. It forces them into an attitude of weak helplessness that makes them parasites, whether they are conscious or unconscious of it. Being helpful is another matter. It means giving aid where aid is honest ly needed, it means answering a cry tor assistance and letting someone who feels the necessity of getting someone else's opinion or of having their doubt fulness bolstered up a bit recognize tile fact that the world is not a totally cold and indifferent place. Between "playing Providence" and being callously indifferent to the needs of others there is a tremendous Held of sympathy and helpful kindness. "Flaying Providence" is the sort of tiling that patronizingly takes a square peg out of a square hole where It is comfortably ensconced, and insists on whittling it down to fit a round hole a notch or two higher up in the world. It means manufacturing discontent for the object of your experiment if you happen to fail, and making a weak ling who needs to be directed out of that object if you succeed with him. On the other hand, being helpful means lending a helping hand to some one who has sat all his life in an in valid chair, who wants to walk and yet who does not know quite how to take the lirst step alone. It means aid, I comfort and the benertt of greater wis dom and advice. It means being guide, counsellor and friend. It never means! leading someone whom you have blind folded or dragging someone forward j in long strides when they have a ca- ' pacity for taking short steps alone. i Keeling that you are a l,ady Bounti- I ful to a heaven-like arbiter of des-' tinles may be rather pleasant for you— but it is miserably unfair to any one else concerned. Don't be guilty of it. "Playing Providence" is just play-act ing to yourself; it is pretending that you are a noble, unseltlsh helper when In reality you are Just a self-centered boss quite like the child who "won't play" unless it can be president. Snapshots The worst part of the holiday is that fetish known as packing up, when a man has to get a wardrobe into a suitcase, at the same time showing that he has nothing up his sleeve. What is the difference between a cabinetmaker and a crockery dealer? —One makes set-tees and the other makes tea sets. When is a conumdrum like a monkey?— When it is far-fetched and is full of fun and nonsense. The man who thinks he can stop smoking when he wants to never seems to want to. The fellow who always agrees with you generally wants something. Don't try to sail on the sea of matrimony until you have raised the wind. The nearest we come to happiness is when we think we are happy. "All the world loves a lover," If only he won't talk about "her." Opportunity knocks once, but im portunity is always knocking. Keep pegging away, and there are bound to be interesting results. No man learns to live until he has lived to learn. Girls like being called old maids until they really are. Attendance Records of Pupils of Riverside Public Schools Riverside, Pa., Feb. 15.—Percent ages of attendance and the honor rolls of pupils of the Riverside public schools for the month of January have been announced as follows: Grammar School —John F. Keys, teacher: Enrollment, 33; percentage of attendance. 90; average attendance, 15. The following pupils have attend ed everyday during the month of Jan uary: James Roberts, Howard Sellers, Carl Lotz, Ralph Ensinger, Tester Hoffman, Helen Guy, Catherine Herre, Helen Luacs, Verdilla Crone, flelen Brlcker, Esther Ott and Caroline Guy. Intermediate—M. M. ogue, teacher: Enrollment, 43; percentage of attend ance, 90; average attendance, 38. The following pupils were present every day during January: Boys, Harry Dapp. Delbert Witman, Henry Ebright. Geoige Garcer, Elmer Long, Albert Herre, Harry Kauffm&n, Nor man Engle, Edward Welsh, Ronald Engle, Stuart Osman and William Shade. Girls, Kathrine Troutman, Martha Crone, Mary Beale, Annetta Lotz and Margaret Alhright. Primary—Annie R. Keiter, teacher. Number enrolled, 28; average attend ance, 25; percentage of attendance, 90. Pupils missing no days during the month: asor. Fasold, Theodore Dapp, Paul Roblson, Earl pealman, Everett Long, John Robison, Mary OBnan, Thelma Smith, Pauline Spealman, Beatrice Ebright, Harriet Bernhardt, Mildred Brlcker. Hazel Herre, Meriam Fisher, Mary Herre and Evelyn Gar ver. BEKTEM-CIjIGAN WEDDING Carlisle, Pa., Feb. 15. Robert N. Beetem, head of the firm of R. N. Beetem & Co., ribbon manufacturers here, and Miss Metz Blackwell Cligan, of Hagerstown, Md., were quietly mar ried here yesterday morning in St. Patrick's Catholic Church by the Rev. Fr. F. J. Welsh. The attendants were Mrs. George K. Dlffenderfer and Ralph B. Harris, both of Carlisle. They will live here following a short wedding tour. Copyright, 191!, by DoubUday, Pag* A Ca. (Continued.) I "Crew skipped to the mines, I sup pose," said Yank. "Exactly. And they couldn't get any more. So I offered to hire a few of them." "The captains?" I inquired. "No; the ships." "The what?" we yelled lu chorus. "The ships." "But if the captains can't get crews" — "Ah. I don't want to sail them." went on Talbot impatiently. "It was hard work getting them to agree. They all cherished notions they could get crews and go sailing some more—good old salts}.) But I hired four at last. Had to take them for only a month, however, and had to pay them in ad vance five hundred apiece." "I beg 'your pardon," said Johuny softly, "for Interrupting your pleasing tale, but the last item Interested me. I do not know whether I quite heard it right." "Oh. shut up, Johnny!" said Yank. "Let the man tell his story. Of course "In two hours I had contracts with twalve of tham." he didn't have the money In his pock et. How did you get it, Tal?" Ward shot him a grateful glance. "I told them I'd pay them at 4 o'clock which gave me plenty of time." "Two thousand dollars oh, of course!'' murmured Johnny. "So then," continued Talbot, "I hus tled ashore and went to see some of my merchant friends. In two hours I had contracts with twelve of them that totaled $G,000." "Why didn't some of them go out and hire ships on their own account?" asked Yank shrewdly. "Because I didn't mention the word 'ship' until I had their business," said Talbot. "I just guaranteed them stor age, waterproof, practically fireproof, dustproof and within twenty-four hours. I guess most of them thought I was crazy, but as it didn't cost them anything they were willing to take a chance." "Then you didn't raise your SIO,OOO from them in advance payments!" I marveled. "Certainly not. That would have scared off the whole lot of them. But I got their agreements. I told you it took me two hours. Then I walked up the street figuring where I'd get the money. Of course I saw I'd ha* lo divide the profits. I didn't know arfybody, but after awhile I decided I hat the best chance was to get some ndvlce from an honest and disinterest ed man. So 1 asked the first man I met who ran the biggest place in town. He told me Jim Ilecket" "Jim IleckPt?" I echoed. "He's the man I was to leave change for my gold slug with." "Becket keeps the El Dorado, next door in the tent. He impressed me as I very quiet, direct, square sort of a lellow. The best type of professional gambler in matters of this sort ge erally is. q " 'I am looking for a man,' said I, 'who has a little idle money, some time, no gold mining fever, plenty of nerve and a broad mind. Can you tell me who he is?' "ne thought a minute and then an swered direct, as I knew he would. " 'Sam Brannau,' he said. " 'Tell me about him.' " 'To take up your poluts,' snid Reck et, checking off his fingers, 'he came out with a shipload of Mormons as their head, and he collected tithes from them for over year. That's ypur Idle money. He has all the time the Lord stuck Into one dny at a clip. That's your "some time." He has been here In the city since '4B, which would seem to show he doesn't care much for min ing. He collected the tithes from those Mormons and sent word to Brlgham Young that If he wanted the money to come and get It. That's for your nerve. As for being broad minded well, when a delegation of the Mor mons, all ready for a scrap, came to him solemnly to say that they were going to refuse to pay him the tithes any more, even If he was the Califor nia head of the church, he laughed them off the place for having been so green as to pay them as long as they had.' "I found Sam Brannan finally at the 3ar In Dennison's Exchange." "What was he like?" asked Johnny 7 eagerly. "I'll bet I beard his name fifty times today." "He la a thickset. Jolly looking, curly headed fellow, with a thick neck, a bulldog jaw and a big voice," replied Talbot. "Of course he tried to bully me, but when that didn't work he came down to business. We entered into an agreement. "Hrannan was to furnish the money and take half the profits, provided he liked the idea. When we had settled It all I told him my scheme. He thought It over awhile and came In. Then we rowed off and paid the cap tains of the ships. It was necessary now to got them warped in at high tide, of course, but Sam Brannan said he'd Ree to that. He has some sort of a pull with the natives, enough to get a day's labor, anyway." "W'trp them in?" I echoed, "Certainly. You couldn't expect tne merchants to lighter their stuff off In boats always. We'll beach these ships at high tide and then run some sort of light causeway out to them. There's no surf, and the bottom is soft. It'll cost us something, of course, but Sam and I figure we ought to divide three thousand clear." "I'd like to ask a question or BO," said I. "What's to prevent the mer chants doing this same hiring of ships for themselves?" "Nothing," said Talbot, "after the first month." "And what prevented Brannan, after he had heard your scheme, from going out on his own hook and pocketing all the proceeds?" "You don't understand, Frank," said Talbot Impatiently. "Men of our stamp don't do those things." "Oh!" said I. "This," said Johnny, "made it about 2 o'clock, as I figure your story. Did you then take a needed rest?" "Quarter of 2," corrected Talbot. "I was going back to the hotel when I passed that brick building—you know, on Montgomery street. I remembered then that lawyer and his $250 for a hole in the ground. It seemed to me there was a terrible waste somewhere. Here was a big brick buildlrtg filled. - v up with nothing but goods. It might much better bo filled with people. There is plenty of room for goods in those eLips, but you can't very well put people on the ships. So I just dropped In to see them about It I offered to hire the entire upper part of the building and pointed out that the lower part was all they could pos sibly use as a store. They said they needed the upper part as storehouse. I offered to store the goods In an ac cessible safe place. Of course they wanted to see the place, but I wouldn't let on, naturally, but left It subject to their approval after the lease was signed. The joke of It is they were way overstocked anyway. Finally I made my grand offer. "'Look here,' said I, 'you rent me that upper story for a decent length of time—say a year—and I'll buy out the surplus stock you've got up there at a decent valuation.'' They jumped at that Of course they pretended not to, but just the same they Jumped. I'll either sell the stuff by auction, eveu at a slight loss, or else I'll stick it aboard a ship. Depends a good deal on what is there, of course. It's most ly bale and box goods of some sort or another. I've got an Inventory in my pocket. Haven't looked at it yet. Then I'll partition off that wareroom and rent it out for offices and so forth. There are a lot of lawyers and things In this town Just honing for something dignified and stable. I only pay three thousand a month for it." Johnny groaned deeply. "Well," persisted Talbot, "I figure on getting at least eight thousand a month out of it. That'll take care of a little loss on the goods, if necessary. I'm not sure a loss is necessary." "And how much, about, are the : goods?" I Inquired softly. I "Oh, I don't know! Somewhere be tween ten and twenty thousand, I sup pose." "Paid for how and when?" "One-third cash and the rest in notes. The interest out here Is rather high," said Talbot regretfully. "Where do you expect to get the I money?" I Insisted, j "Oh, money, money!" cried Talbot, throwing out his arms with a gesture of impatience. "The place Is full of money. It's pouring In from the mines, from the world outside. Money's no trouble!" He fell into an intent reverie, bittaff at his short mustache. I arose softly to my feet. (To Be Continued.) IF YOU HAD A JAR NECK I =FEI|M AS LONO A 8 THIS FELLOW* H AND HAD I SORETHROAT if : MTONSILINE f fckV WMID QUICKLY RELIEVE IT. ' 1 k 25c. and 50c. BUfc Ik |K* ALL DRUQOISTS.