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"When a Girl Marries"
By ANN LISI.E A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife BY ANNE LISLE CHAPTER CLXII ; (Copyright 1919. King Feature Syn dicate, Inc.) "So Dick West is Jim's partner." repeated Pat slowly, as if in weigh ing his words he might weigh also the facts in the case. "I'm 6orry — my word, I'm sorry." We had come to the entrance of my apartment house, and both Pat and I recognized that this was the end of neutral territory for him. He caught my hand in his and look ed me squarely and purposefully in the eyes. "It's a darned rotten shame!" he said fervently. "What you've told me about West being Jim's partner makes it worse—all along the line. But I'll trust you to take care of phoebe somehow. Good-night, Mrs. Jimmie." As I went in, the uneasy recogni tion stirred me that Pat was scarce ly any more enthusiastic over Dick West as Jim's partner than he felt about hint in the role of companion for Phoebe. Well, this was pre cisely the sort of thing Jim and I could discuss in a straight from the-shoulder, "man-to-man" fash ion. in our new relationship as good pals." 1 smiled to myself as I thought of that. But it wasn't a happy smile. It was barely ten-thirty, so, of course, I didn't expect to find Jim at home. Nor was i pleasantly dis appointed. The apartment was dark and empty when I Hung open the door. I wasn't at all tired, and felt that the matter of Phoebe and Dick West ought to be gone into without further delay, so I got into my coral-colored negligee and slippers, took down my hair and tied it back with a ribbon and then established myself luxuriously on the couch with a new book and a wonderful box of candy which had come that very day front "Captain and Mrs. Win ston." Dear Betty and Terry! I gave myself over to thinking of their happiness, and then the memory of the terrible unhappiness that was impending for tliem came to lash me. I couldn't escape the recollec tion of how 1 had kept the truth about Betty's arm from Terry. And so the hours dragged along until midnight. Mq book didn't interest me great ly, but I read along mechanically lor a while. 1 had never read my- to sleep before, but I did it this time; for—first thing I knew I was dreaming that some one was kissing me and calling me Little Sleeping Beauty. I slid back to consciousness— there stood Jim by the side of the couch. I thought he looked angry and as if he took my staying up for him as an interference with his newly-established freedom, and so 1 jumped up and began to explain: "I had something most important to talk over with you. Jim. so 1 stayed up—like a good pal. It's nothing to do with where you've been or where I've been. Truly. I've not the least curiosity about what you've been doing. I—l didn't stay up to spy, you know that, don't you ?" Jim studied me for a second with eyes that seemed to burrow beneath my words. I forced ntyself to look candid and impersonal, and stood quite still and cold, though I want ed to cry out. "Oh. Jimmie, Jimmy-boy, of 'STOMACH UPSET? Get at the Real Cause—Take Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets That's what thousands of stomach sufferers are doing now. Instead ot taking tonics, or trying to patch up a poor digestion, they are attacking the real cause of the ailment clogged liver and disordered bowels. Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets arouse the liver in a soothing, healing way. When the liver and bowels are per forming their natural functions, away goes indigestion and stomach troubles. It you have a bad taste fn your mouth, tongue coated, appetite poor, lazy, don't-care feeling, no ambition or | energy, troubled with undigested foods, you should take Olive Tablets, the substitute for calomel. Dr. Edwards' Olive Tablets are a purely vegetable compound mixed with olive oil. You will know them by their olive color. They do the work without griping, cramps or pain. Take one or two at bedtime for quick relief, so you can eat what you like. At 10c and 25c per box. All druggists. "<i Time. To Save You/Hair I 5 fl The Thing To Save it With 15 tfeu/bros Herpicide S 7w r 80 . Everywhere ■ ftpph'c *tions_ Qr. BerberJShops SATURDAY EVENING, • course I care where you've been and what you've been doing—l care ter ribly! I'm not your pal at all, but your wife —and 1 love you!" Then I saw Jim's jaw set and his lips fold tight. And I remembered that Jim loved his power over me and his will to dominate me more than he loved me as a free, thinking individual separated from him by just so much as we thought dif | ferently about right and wrong. I i steadied myself to meet his reply. It | came at last in a cold, hard voice: "Oh. yes, I understand that your I interest in me is a thing of the past, j Anne, and that you care more about | your 'freedom' than anything else, j So I hope you're fair enough—and sensible enough not to butt in on I mine." "Good pals," I said, repeating the formula drearily. "Fifty-fifty—it's about Phoebe 1 want to consult you." Phoebe? Has the child asked you to talk to me'.'" "No. it was Pat. He came along with Tom to the canteen to-night." And then —as I remember that Jim had commissioned Tom to call for me. knowing as he did how averse I was to Tom—l began to feel a cool resentfulness that stead ied me to accept the strange new relationship with Jim which had been hurting me so only a minute before. "Pat seems to be a great favorite of yours." Jim declared in a tone I couldn't interpret. "Did he come up here with you?" "Of course not." • "Then who's the baby vamp cos ! tume for? Pardon me if 1 seem ! over-inquisitive." | At that I wanted to laugh—or cry I —but X didn't dare do either. So I I leaped right into my story. "I got comfy to wait l'or you. j Phoebe's seen a lot at that queer j Chinese dance hall where we went | the night you made your big win- I nings in Salt Water Oil, and—peo | pie are beginning to talk." "Who takes Phoebe there?" asked , Jim. I "She goes with Sheldon and Evvy l and—Dick West." j "She goes with my partner and : two of my oldest friends to have I an occasional bite of chop suey, and j you—apostle of freedom—want to | raise a rumpus over that?" sneered Jim. "But. Jim. that back-door Chinese I dance hall! Pat said it was —hor- I rid. and that Dick's reputation" "Dick is my partner. Phoebe chooses friends I approve of a long I sight more than the crowd you're ! running with. And Pat had better 1 look to his own reputation. If your ( idea of being a pal is to hold me up half the night gossiping about my kid sister and my friends, all I've got to say is you don't know much more about this than you do about" "Being a wife?" I questioned bit i terly. "You said that; I didn't!" he ex j claimed. Then he limped into the i other room and left me alone. (To Be Continued) Davies in Paris To Ask a Plebiscite Paris. April 5.—A delegation of ; Danes front the region south of ! the contemplated Schleswig-Hol ! stein tentative boundary line, has ar rived in Paois and has requested that a plebisciate be held to determine the status of the Danes in the dis trict in question. The members of the delegation claim that their argu ments were not heard when the boundary commission was summon ed to consider the matter. FIRST COKFKE DRINKERS [From the St. Ix>uis Globe-Democrat] Although Arabia is the land of cof fee now. a search proves that the first coffee drinkers were Arabs dwelling not in Arabia, but in Persia. It is said by the Arabian historians that a mufti of Aden, Gental-eddin, introduced coffee into Arabia after a trip that he had made through Per sia. where he saw men drink the de coction of the brown berry for the first time. At first the Arabs were cautious about its use, and rarely took it un less they needed physic: for they look ed on ccffee as a drug and not as a pleasing beverage. According to Sehehab-eddin, an Aiatian author of the early Christian era. the first ones to make an exten sive use of coffee were the Arabic priests, who, having discovered that coftoe rendered the drinker wakeful, used it liberally in order to be able to remain awake through the nights of special religious observances. In Mecca the berry was not used until it was introduced by the priests; and wFen they did so introduce it I they, too, did it only for religious purposes. But it was not long before I everybody was drinking it. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918 l International News Service "*- - By McManu? TAKE THObE SI XEb M AsMD N|>< OREbS J nl*®, II nONi'T "TA, K X BUNOLEb HOME- SWEETIE.' SUIT OOT Ab I'M <tOlN<i / [ A MUCH-HURRV A* SAX- | V . AND bEE THAT A- ?r _ OUT TON,HT ANDt it V , E" YOU <,l MIME ( S% A dinner IS ON don't know when rAU- . -/V ' V STT £a3 " a fevv lemons 0 I STHE TABLE ' L CU. 1 I' LL BE BACK- , - '' 1 At> ' \ ' —•""Swy . - ■ ■ ■ ■■ LITTLE TALKS BY BE A TRICE FAIRFAX If you are a young and romantic person of say, eighteen years of age, have you ever sat down and seriously thought about yourself in the terms of a fly? Here you are young, beautiful, as flies go, full of energy and the joy of living, buzzing around very happily indeed ; and there, waiting to entangle you hand and foot, forever and for ever. is the strip of fly paper—repre i sented by your mistakes. How much caution are you exercising to avoid the fly paper, that threatens to put a stop to your joyous activities for all time? Older people talk to you about the waiting fly paper and you regard them as "meddlesome old bores." They preach about fly paper, in church sometimes, only they don't call it by that name. There it is known as temptations, the world, the flesh and the devil, and the wages of sin. You don't think much of these admonitions. They seem an inrusion on your personal lib erty. Accordingly, you remain away from church and go to the movies. In like manner, perhaps, such words as duty, responsibility, integrity, jus tice and the rest of the ethical litany impress you as being as absurdly old fashioned as full skirts, flat heels and curled-ostrich plumes. Their quaint ness will be especially apparent if you have been reading along the lines of the "higher freedom," which advocates a jungle-like lack of restraint in human conduct. You will be especially proficient in the language of the "higher freedom" cult if you boast a smattering of Rus sian literature—in translation, of course. It will enable you to shock your grandmother, your maiden aunt, and the seamstress by-the-way with your progressive views much more quickly than if you confined yourself to the same line in English. There is no mistake about it, the Russians know how to say things a whole lot better than we Americans do, in spite of our magazine standard ; or the English, for that matter, in spite of their novels and essays. So when it comes to twitching a phrase in regard to the "higher free dom" you can shock Aunt Jane or Grandma more quickly if you borrow k'our bomb from Russian literature than if you took it from the pages of Ber nard Shaw, for instance. And this shocking ot Aunt Jane and Grandma is great sport, especially since our safe and sane Fourth of July regulations ■ DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS A PRETTY DRESS FOR THE GROWING GIRL 2795—Here is a splendid model for lawn, organdie, dimity, nainsook, taf feta, or satin. The tucks on the sleeve may be omitted, and the skirt may be finished without the tunic. The Pattern is cut in 3 sizes: 12 14 and 16 years. Size 14 will require 4i/a yards of 36 inch material. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10 cents in sliver or stamps. Telegraph Pattern Department for the 10 cents Inclosed please send pattern to the following ad. dress: Size Pattern No Name j Address City and StAt#. • . H ARRISBURG TELEGRAPH debar firecrackers from private life. . 'Harmless as Croquet As long as bomb throwing is kept a strictly verbal sport it is as harm , less as croquet, or the wearing of those paper hats that add so much to the | gayety and abandon of birthday par ties. j But employ the bomb, not as a missile i to terrify the elderly, but to blow up | law. order and authority, and you are | apt to find that it lias landed you bang j on the fly paper—to slightly mix my figures of speech. Now the fly paper may be a very happy place indeed, when the millennium arrives, but at this stage of the world's | history it is neither a comfortable nor jan interesting habitat. In the first j place, it is too conspicuous, and in the i second, t obe bound hand and foot j while a cool, appraising world stands I aloof and watches your writhings, while i abstractly speculating if you have ! enough force of character to extricate ! yourself, is not a cheerful prospect for ! a nesitive soul. j Doubtless you were in pursuit of the j higher freedom" when you landed on | the fly paper, and the maxims of the cult continue to shine as beacons of ; truth, but maxims are cold comfort when one is bound to one's fate hand and foot. It e may talk as well as ever about individual liberty, and the right to this, that and the other—but when the posessession of these things has branded us as a creature apart, and one whose "individuality" to speak gently—evokes more pity than enthu siasm, the blessings are open to doubt. Have you ever, as a matter of curio sity, followed up any of the famous af • finity cases that from time to time flash through the headlines of our daily press? Mr, Jones and Mrs. Smith decide to I fling the gauntlet in the face of so ; ciety, as they used to say in the old j fashioned novels, quit all obligations and I fly 'to be happy ever after." Subse- I quently, the quarreling of Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith as revealed every day in the papers, makes the honest bicker ing or the married almost respectable by comparison. The affinity partnership, with its smashing of commandment and con vention. that the apostles of freedom tell us will safeguard the permanence hlii I® better than bo °* and [bell, invariably goes on the rocks. Such ?£? LY® the violent friendships tl.at spring up on shipboard during a v ? y ? Be ! lhey are Hectic white they ast, but the congenial travellers find nation™ h OO^1 ' lor the same desti- IiJV . Wl " es are free ■ 'here is no limit to one s soaring, straight into the wnf earn coura Se and ambition will carry us. but once on the fi.v paper, flight of nfh*' 6 ° an U ° iS '° WatcH ,he | form of * melancho * Advice to the Lovelorn HY BEATRICE FAIRFAX WHAT SHAM, THEY CAM, STEP FATHER f DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: Please advise me in your column as to the following: I am a widow with four children, r° to 1S >' ears - an< l as 1 am about to marry again, would you -h^? l a IPt i? ,e .u know wl, at the children should call this man after our mar- JiBe. bbould the baby call him father, and what should the oldest one call him? Thanking you very much for the information, I am, A. P. T here is no hard and fast rule in r,-f a n d S 0 this question. The family usually deciaes on a name and it will depend on how well your children are acojininted with their future step rather, what is agreed upon. It would be perfectly proper to call him father if they cared to, and he is willing. QCITE PROPER TO TAKE H.V\D BAG DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: Is it considered improper for a young woman out with a man to take hei pocketbook or the hag where she keeps money, handkerchief or powder 1 uff. and is it true that It is an In sult to the man If she takes this along with her when she goes out with him? M. B. It is quite proper for a young wom an to take either her pocketbook or j handbag when she Is going out with ;a man. It is no reflection on his gen erosity. whatever, and every sensible girl will provide herself with a cer tain amount of small change for an emergency. Not long ago. a married friend of mine became separated from her husband at one of the ferries; she had left her pocketbook home, and was in reveral embarrassing predica ments hefore an old lady came to her rescue. HE HAS A SHORT I.IFE MNE DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am in love with a young man ten years my senior and we are to be married one year from June. The "life line" in his hand, however, is very short, indicating that he will not live to be much older than 40, and it has caused us both a great deal of concern. ENGAGED. My dear girl, I don't hold with that sort of thing at all, palmistry is lota of fun for an evening party, but ar ranging one's life according to Its lines, stars and islands is too mediae val for me. To be personal, my own life line would Indicate death at-about twelve years—yoii observe, I'm still here. LIFE'S PROBLEMS ARE DISCUSSED Should a man who, has been hap -1 pily married, but whose wife has died, properly consider a second niar ! riage? What are his chances of tuc ' cess in such a marriage? Should a promise made to the dead not to | marry again be regarded as bind ; ing? Those are the questions submit i ted to me in a black-bordered let ! ter 1 have received. They arc deep ly perturbing a man who has re cently become a widower. "A short time ago," he writes. "I lost the sweetest woman that ever was born. j "At different times during the hap ■ py days 1 spent with her, when we would be discussing the subject, she would ask me to promise Iter not i to marry again in case she died be fore I did: and, acceding to her wish, I often gave the promise, "Now, after spending twelve happy [ years with such a wife, I am in a quandary; for in those twelve years she demonstrated to me what a won derful being a woman is, and also j what a wife of that sort can mean to a man. | "I cannot find words that could ; possibly describe her nature and dis losition. She was as nearly perfect as any creature God ever made. As a wife she had no equal. "Before I met Iter I was a skep tic in regard to woman. Now I sing their praises. I adore them. | "I feel that I must have some one to take her vacant place, some one that will be to me the wife she was. I have enjoyed Heaven on earth while she was here. Now everything is dark. "Should I remain in darkness, or should I try to enter Heaven's gate again? Kindly advise me the course I should pursue. J. F. M." Before commenting on this letter or considering the problem it raises, let me repeat that I can under no circum stances assume the responsibility of for warding to the writer any communica tions it may call forth, or assiting in any manner at promoting an acquaint anceship with him. For him in his great sorrow there would be, I am sure, many expressions of heartfelt and genuing sympathy: but it would be impossible for me to sift out these from others of less worthy purpose. So I must decline to be a purveyor of all, both the good and the dross. Let me try. instead, to speak for those who might sincerely seek to ex tend him consolation; and in so doing, say some things that perhaps may hurt, for there are times when it is kindness to be cruel. In liia loneliness and longing, ho cries out, that he must have some one to fill his wife's vacant place, some one that will be to him the companion she das. That is impossible. His wife's place was made by tlie 1 love that existed between them, built up out of a thousand memories of their daily association. No one else could possibly fill it, because no one else would be the sharer of those memories and experiences. Even though he should find the very duplicate of his wife in Daily Dot Puzzle -S3 .37 * • s " > : • * 1 h t • • •! "♦ w ,s ° <* . .Jfc I 6 4k XA 5 ml A. 5* 27. 6 . Z4 • . ' , • 8 7 * a* *♦ 3k I®* • 2 * 57 •£& M \ * f- i i* \ **3 2) W4 # IS* 18 # A \ -7. *.7 I \ * 5* , Draw from one to two and so on to the end. appearance, in temperament, in dis position—and in this world of individ uals that could never he—still the ab sence of those memories and experi ences would stand as a bar between them. Is he never then to know wedded happiness sprain? Is he never again, as he puts it. to enter heaven's gate? That does not necessarily follow. But the only way he will enter is is by the path of love, and his heave'n will not be the same one but another made up of entirely new experiences and memories—of troubles and blessings congenially shared with another woman. And if he is wise he will not strive to force the issue; the kingdom of heaven is never taken by violence. He could not possibly love another woman now. with his mind and heart full of yearning for the wife that is gone. That must come when time has somewhat softened the keen edge of his sorrow and his longing. For him to try at present to recon struct his shattered paradise or to ex pect another woman to model herself upon the pattern he holds of his wife is only to invite shipwreck and misery for them both. To marry simply out of his loneliness, or to go seeking a wife merely to be married would be the greatest of mistakes. He must wait until love comes to him naturally and spontaneously as it did before, and until he wants to marry the woman he has chosen solely because | She is She. "And he must understand that that woman will fill her own place, not that of any other, however loved or however tenderly mourned. As to his question regarding the prom ise given to his dead wife. I can only refer him to his own conscienoe. It is doubtful if the asking of such a prom ise can be justified ; but whether having been given—either in good faith, or in a spirit of amiability—it should be re garded as binding is a matter for every one to settle according to his own code of morals. Erzberger's Dream Of German Expansion Berne, April s.—Mathias Erzber ger, chairman of the German armis tice commission and a member of the German government, was ac cused of being the author of a docu ment in 1914 showing that Ger many's peace terms, if she won, would include large annexations and indemnities, Herr Landnuer, a rep resentative of the Munich soldiers' and workmen's council, declared in a speech at Augsburg, Russia, ac cording to a dispatch to the Frank fort Zeitung. Among the peace terms mentioned in the document, Landauer said, were: Annexation of Belgium, French Normandy and several towns on the southeastern coast of England . Annexation of the territories on the eastern frontier of Germany which have since become separate states. Establishment of a large German colonial empire. Payment of a war indemnity cal culated to cover Germany's ex penses during the first ten months of the war as well as the entire German debt before the war. 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It was known it was water thy wanted, for they stopped squealing when bolie went out. scantily clad, and gave them a bucket full of na ture s uniiluted fluid. Lolic was fined $5 for having wine in his possession. A SYMPTOM "Your husbgnd tells me he has quit betting on horses." "Oh, dear," exclaimed young Mrs. Torkins, "Charley's broke again!"— Front the Washington Star. The Coffee That Has A Better Flavor Upon the flavor of coffee depends its merits. Upon the blend of the coffee depends the flavor. Which explains in its own way why Golden Roast Blend Coffee is so carefully blended. Were it not for the superior blend of Golden Roast, the flavor would not be what it is. And were it not for the careful roasting process, Golden Roast would not be satisfying the taste for good coffee in so many homes. Golden Roast is more than just coffee—it is the "only" coffee people want after they have made its acquaintance. Packed in sealed air-tight pound packages. At yoyr grocer. R. H. 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