Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 123, 10 April 1916 — Page 10

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM MONDAY, APRIL 10, 1916 e Stories and Tales Written for Women and Children

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rginia Terhune

Van de Water

The elder girl sprang, to. her feet,

the dark color flooding her usually pale face." r .";-.' - . -J- - . "When my own mother was alive " she began passionately, but her father interrupted her."Now, Julia," he warned nervously, "don't say anything you'll be sorry for ! You're very unreasonable nowadays. You ' don't show any- appreciation of what's being done for you all the time. It oughtn't to be a hardship to you and Caryl to take care of your selves from now on. Lots of girls of the age of you two are earning their own livings. If your mother and I felt that we could afford to keep you in school longer we might " "It's not a question of what we can afford!" the wife broke in sharply, her .black eyes snapping. "I simply say that they've got to work as long

as I remain in this house. I am mis-i

tress here, and I'll have you all remember that fact!" - "You needn't bother to remind us of it!" exclaimed Caryl, pushing her chair back from the table and starting for the door. "If I had my way I wouldn't stay another night under the roof! I hate you!" With which parting outburst she fled sobbing from the room. "You couldn't please me better than by getting from under this roof!" her stepmother called after her, her face crimson, her lips twitching. Julia, as she heard the challenge, felt the hot tide of rage throbbing in her throat, and with an effort steadied her voice. "Father," she said, her forced calmness making her speak with unnatural deliberation, "since you and your wife feel that you cannot support Caryl and me any longer, and since vmi.wmilri Yio s-larl irt he rM nf us vlc

will go away and relieve you of the burden of taking care of your swn children. We shall be as glad to leate you as you will be to have us go." Her father's resentment flared into the puny rage of a weak man. "Go, then, and good riddance to you both!" he burst forth shrilly. '"I'm sick to death of your spats and fights day and night, but if you leave my house don't you come back on me for support! You won't get it, you ungrateful hussy!" Pale to the lips, the girl turned and went upstairs. An hour later James Marvin knocked at the door of his daughters room and entered. Caryl stood at the mtrtor arranging a new hair ribbon about lier yellow curls. Julia sat on the bed.

Her eyes were red, and in her left hand she held ' clenched a crumpled handkerchief, while in her right hand was a cheap little ; photograph which her father recognized. He prefaced his remarks with , the customary clearing of his throat. ; ""Girls," he announced, "I was a little out of patience this morning, and I said' some things that perhaps " I oughtn't, to have said. I've come up now to tell you that I'll be wiling to have you stay on here with us if you'll do your share toward helping with the housework and with the family income." I can't have you go away and people saying that my daughters won't live .with me." He tried to smile, but failed. Julia looked at him so gravely and steadily that he shifted his feet uneasily, and his pale eyes wandered about the room avoiding her stern gaze.

There were soma thinsra said this

morning," she answered, in an even voice, "that neither Caryl nor I can forget. We will not put yqu to the bother of caring for ua any longer. Since you evidently fear what the neighbors will say about you and your wife since you are afraid to have them know the truth I will tell you that we are going to New York to work. You can say this to any inquirers, then there will be no opportunity for gossip.-' "You're not treating me and your mother fairly," protested Marvin. The girl's calm eyes fell to the photograph she held, and rested there

for a long .moment. When she raised them again, to her father's face the expression he saw in them made him leave the room, slamming the door behind him. All through the morning the two sisters discussed tbeirJ plans for the future. That they:- would1 go -to New York was a decision that neither of them thought of reconsidering. Caryl was in a flutter of joy at the prospect of life in the great city, and Julia, although older and graver, felt a thriil of pleasant anticipation at the thought of being her own mistress. "It will be perfectly lovely!" gushed Caryl. ' We will make our living and spend our noney as we please. Think of the gorgeous times we will have together in New York ! We are sure to meet lots of pleasant people. New York men who come up here on business always look so well-groomed and nice, and then there are the shops and theaters, and we will have ou:own little apartment." To her. leaving home meant the right to do as she pleased, to spend the money which she was to make (of course, she would make it . without trouble!) upon the luxuries that had always been denied her. She would meet charming men, and, finally, with one of them 6he would enter into that state of liberty of mind and bodywhere one is supported and adored which the average girl of her class believes matrimony to be. (To Be Continued.)

Smart Set Assists

at Flower Show

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OilR59 The Story of

a GrMt T nvp

A Thrilling Serial of Devotion and Mystery

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Helen and Warren ; Their Married Life

By MRS. MABEL HERBERT URNER Originator of "Their Married Life," Author of "The Journal of a Neglected Wife," "The Woman Alone." Etc. C

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And I can't get Di out of my mind." said Brooke, with a nervous look' around. "If she were ever to know' But she never shall, shall she, Crawley? It would kill her, you know. You j don't know how sensitive she is. ' "I suppose all women are, when it comes to the point, and I tell you, Crawley, if ever she were to think j ugly things of me, if ever 1 were to lose her love. I'd I'd yes. I really !

believe Id put an end to it! You've no idea what she is to me, old man! She's my life everything every

thing! And she thinks such a lot of me, too, bless her dear heart! "She thinks I'm a sort of immortal,

MBS UZTHUR SCOTT 'BOKDEH

Mrs.Arthur Srntf RnrHn inrl nn nf thm' m vhi Ki

' -w" ; The most beautiful flowers of the agrfcultural kingdom and the social! world are represented at the International Flower Show now in full swing at i the Grand Central Palace. i Spring gardens thick with hyacinths, tulips and daifodils. rock gardens; w ith creeping cress and ph'.ox vie with rose gardens, where buds of all shades j from the delicate pink varieties to the deep shades of the crimson ramblers!

u'.maw, sues ami aruurs. t noie aeparinieiu is aevoiea 10 orchids.

i..iavvicy. and if ever sho wrrp in hoari

That, was all. wirh Ib.p pirnlinn nf i

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of this night's work, if ever she were a er Vara8rapb. which informed the j to know that 1 had bern mivprt nn i readers ot the Guildford Tribune that.

a business of this sort, why she'd !a sPeeial representative of that im-j she'd hate meyes. she would! She's ! portant local orsan had been granted the very soul of "goodness and nuritv an interview with Sir Godfrey, in

our eouia never undcrsianfl anvthinc 1 "U1V" snauju uiai iue jots hhs noi

Elaine Rosenthal Consistent Golfer

that was evil. Qh. God. I hate to so Sreat as had been stated and thatM think that all Ibis timo mv Horiino-! although the stacks were not insured.!

has hcn slepninp nnrf ih;nvin t i he was only clad that no loas of lif!

have been doinc nothlnc: hut rfTmoShad occurred. : hs

The Sandman- Story

ror Iomght

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uunn nere lor lmnnrlant nanovc

Crawley. I've never lied to her in myi

me, ana somenow i v-p rnt the nf

feeling that, because I've lied to her tonight. I shall never be able to look her fair and souare in the face again! Cod bless my darling wife!" Crawley winced and turned his face away. If only Brooke knew! And assurredly he must know some day. It was too great a test to put upon his phenomenal luck to hop that the truth might be kept from him forever. And

when he knew the truth! What then?"

Brooke

Oh! hear:

e only ju-

hero it is June, and I t hloomed," grumbled a

rose, should

'.Now. if j had been a violet. I

have bloomed with

his nron-;cias ot si'rjrg and could hat

the first j

had a !

Sir Godfrey, it was stated, had pre

sented a check for $5'H as an appre

ciation of ihe fire brigade's prompt

though futile attempt to save his proi

city. ; long,, happy. summer. Neither Crawley or Brooke read this; "April was so fkkl' this vear but brief summary until the following dav, h i - , f ....' ' then he alwavs i, and it is mostly his for the 1 nbunc is an evening paper.: but interviews with several people had i fauU ,hat 1 bavr so ort a time to satisfied them that overvthina v.as!sce the world and have a sood time.

well. Both had boon iij all night and looked haggard and v. r.rn as they drove back in tJir great motor car to the town the next morning. r'rora the post ofiico at Guildford

"It's not coming in here." Helen felt the dry casement of the bedroom window. "Won't hurt anything if it does. Come on back to bed." grumbled Warren, blinkingly shading his eyes from the light. "Oh. I must see about the dining room!" The wind was from the east, and the rain was beating In through both the dining-room windows. Before Helen could get them down, the front of her thin nightdress was drenched. She had hardly changed her gown and got back into bed when there came a rending crash and the room was swept by a glinting light. "Oh," her face against Warren's arm, "I'm always afraid of " Another deafening bolt, with a roar of ferocity in the after rumble. "Let's gpt up!" excitedly. "They say the wire springs attract " "Rot! Lie down there and go to sleep." A final clash, and then a relieving downpour of rain. Helen nestled back on her pillow. How foolish to be afraid when Warren was there. Her dozing thoughts dwelt vaguely on his utter lack of fear. "Dear," drowisly, "you remember that time at South Beach when you saved that little Ellis boy?" "Eh, what's that? What're you talking about?" "Oh, I just happened to think of it. How everybody stood helpless, while

you threw off your coat and jumped in." "I could swim, that's all. Maybe the rest of the bunch couldn't."

"If you couldn't swim a stroke you'd have gone in just the same!" "Not on your tintype! A man doesn't chuck away his life. That's not bravery that's foolhardiness. See here," irritably, "what're you trying to start? Turn over there and go to sleep." The murmurous rhythm of the rain soon lulled Helen's thoughts of Warren's gallant heroism into the blurred vagaries of a dream. A stealthy footstep! Only half awake, Helen raised on her elbow. Through the steady drip of the rain came that faint creeping sound. Some one was in the dining-room! it could not be Anna, for it had been her afternoon off and she was to stay with her aunt all night. Again that furtive step! A clinking sound as of tools! In petrified ter

ror Helen stared into the blank, baffling darkness. Warren was sleeping heavily. Her hand clutched his arm. "Warren Warren!" in a .frozen whisper, her lips against bis ear. "Eh?" "Hush-sh! There's some one in the dining-room!" "Eh? What the devil " "Listen listen!" her cold, shuddering body clung to him.

ine mournful mooing of a distant ferryboat, the droning patter of rain that was all. "What's the matter with" you, anyway?" hunching up his pillow. NJust then came an unmistakable sound the scrape of a cautious, muffled filing! For a long moment Warren lay motionless, but she felt the stiffening muscle in his arm. Then, slipping out of bed noiselessly, he opened the bottom drawer of the chiffonier. To Be Continued.

Masonic Calendar

Monday Wayne Council, No. 10. R. and S. M. Special assembly; rechearsal in Super-Excellent degree. Tuesday Richmond Lodge. No. 196. F. and A. M. Called meeting: work in the Entered Apprentice degree, commencink at 7 o'clock. Wednesday Webb Lodge, No. 24, F. and A. M. Called meeting; work in the Master Mason degree, commencing at 4:30 p. m. Lunch. Thursday Wayne Council. No. 10. R. and S. M.. will confer the SuperExcellent degree. Refreshments. Saturday Loyal Chapter, No. 49, O. E. S. Stated meeting.

Quail hunters have nearly obliterated the birds in Missouri. Ten thousand quail have been imported from Arizona to restock the depleted coveys.

FOR THE BLOOD

At All Drnn Stores

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Of course. May is some; to blame

well for my hard luck; sho comes

shook himself like a hnzp

mastiff. j Rrookp dlsnntrhorl a tolpyr.-im in

"Come, come." he growled, "this will wife. It was as follows: never do! Getting sentimental in mv "With you about one. Had beast of'' old age. KJe, fie, Godfrey! He laugh- a time. Fire in barn. Been up alii ed. It was a poor travesty of a laugh, j night. Longing to sec you again. All: "Switch off that light!" he said. "We i my live. Monkey canary oranse (privhave got. o go warily. The thine isn't I ate code words ineanins nothing tni

Don't forget that. Don't overdo it. I ,ie ,"r",d

It is said that the three necessary qualities for playing good golf are practice, heredity and confidence. Miss Elaine Rosenthal, a twenty year old Chicago girl is the example which proves this rule. Last year she won the western women's golf championship, and the year before was the runner up in the national championship. No woman golfer practices the game more than does Miss Rosenthal, who spends hours at a time making difficult shots out of sand traps. She works on brassie shots and putts in the same manner. This constant practice has given her great confidence. Now for the heredity.

jone wnn yet. 'mat s right. Now come along, and we'll retire for the night and trust to luck. He switched off the remaining light as he spoke, but it did not leave the room in darkness. The firelight flickered fitfully on the walls and ceiling, and outside was a lurid glow. "Poor woman," said Brooke gently, "poor woman! I suppose she knows now knows what a rotten world it is, and perhaps she understands and forgives us, eh?" "Don't," groaned Crawley.. "Don't man. for heaven's sake, talk likp that'

1 can't stand it!" Brooke frowned. "Yes, you're right! " he snapped, angrily. "I'm a fool! Pshaw! Come along. Let's go upstairs. We're bound to be disturbed later, and then, mark you, will come the test. Country policemen are not such fools as newspapers would have us believe. You'll have to keep yourself well in hand. Of course, you can't be expected to

be as interested or alarmed as 1 must

That will be fatal, you understand '

v.nat afterward happened was pub-

i lly described in the columns of th

local paper the next day. The report, j which was given a prominent position ' in the journal, owing perhaps more to

the paucity of general news than to its local importance, ran as follows: i (Extract from the Guildford Tribune.) "A disastrous fire, causing much damage and creating much excitement, occurred on the property of Sir Godfrey Brooke, the new K. C. M. G.. of the Laurels. Hatchington, in the early hours of this morning. The cause of the outbreak is at oresent a matter of

pure speculation and, though there are suggestions in certain quarters pointins to deliberate arson, so far, we understand, the police are, on the instructions of Sir Godfrey, not taking the matter up. "The alarm was not received by the fire brigade at. Guildford until Jong after the conflagration had obtained to total hold or the old barn of the Laurels, whidi was ' half f nil of bar, and on the arrival of the fire engine the. flames, were quite beyond control. "The brigade made a gallant effort to save the farm buildings close at hand, which were in imminent danger, and to a large extent succeeded, though they are considerably damaged. The haystacks bordering Clansden lane are totally destroyed. A high wind was blowing at the time, and this was in a large measure the cause of the extensive damage. No less than five haystacks and the barn were entirely destroyed. The sight from a spectacular point of view, was grand in the extreme and attracted quite a crowd of people, who were at first un

der the impression that the Laurels 1 4 e

ii f ii was on nre.

Brooke and his vvjie)-

anyone but

Godfrey." He ;-;bo cd the rurely persona! telegram to Crawley. "That's all I need fay, I suppc-:o?" lie asked. "That's all," answered Crawley. Ami his voice sounded fiiint and unn.iiui al. A mi"t swsra hpforc his -.;. Tin-: nervous strain of i!ie u 1 1; 1 1 1 had told upon him. He was on the verj; of a really serious breakdown, and all tdn time be knew that a far greater sn-aiu

was ahead of him. In ic-i: than iwoii,.,.

hours' time Brooke would know that! ri ui,.h,i,,i n .u,

, I i"u,-wvnn si.cn till iih: W I II his wife had disappeared. nlijt blows. -and sometimes he breaks On the journey up to Lcndon ( raw : 0rr short nrt rtir i.tv,i i,i

ley sat iiesiae liroofco, v. ho carefully as ever and mad-?

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' t'ong and tills you what she has in j ! store for you. and fhcii .sin-- lots a cold ' wind coino along and hold you back, I f-i vour buds will not open. i ' "Oh! dear, how I wish I could gel I ahead of Apiil and May and bloom! ; without them ' " "Rut Juno make.3 up for all the olh '

cj-k did not give . us." said a flower, blooming near tlx' foolish rose. 'Musi!

jt'et-1 h. , harm the sun is. and how j ! lovely xou are. Hose. You aie in full1 i bloom today." j I That is just it, 1 am in full bloom , rnd toady lo blow away. If a chance Iwind should eorne this way, I could ii't hist a minute. ;md there is so, mui li I v.idii to see, and I want to ii-I ; joy mvselt' it is not l iltt. ! "Look at Hollyhock. He can see ev- I '! thing. Oh! why wasn't ;, holly-1

hock instead of a rose? Then I could live longer and sxe over the fence.

but not reckless par.

"I'll drop jou nx Grovenor-road." said Brooke, when they entered the region of traffic. "I shall go straight on to the Savoy and see Di. She will be gelling anxious. You quite under

stand, don t vou, o?d roan?"

uroe as, said the meek little flower. "You are' e.vc!leiit so beautiful Hose, -and so sweet, why: ; don t you throw out Minr sweetnesr. '

over the garden and bi liappv?" ! "How can I t;r happv '.' " said the! lose. "J need rain to make me sweet, j and there has not been a drop this ! month. That i; the w with June--; shr is; .cn rr- onrl hnt i-'h L4I1L ..II :

- - - ' j 1 v' i ' - - w : i . nil 111. j murmured Crawley, though i sweetness. Ob! it j3 hard to be a rose! i

have eh en untold cold to1 How I wish I had been a dahlia' Thr. ;

I have had the btrength to insist on go-. f ' ould ::ec the ra'l 0f the year. Oh.! ; iug to the hotel and 'seeing the wholpihow 1 should love to live m the fall- i

j thing through. j n must be nice to have cool days and

ii was me lnnnueiy remote possibility that still clung to him aDd lured ' him ou the chance that despite' everything that bad been and inevi-1 tably must be. he would be able, by some almost superhuman effort and ;

by the interposition of the nhenome. ; Kt a

rial luck which had hitherto nevpr de. ( came early

serted huo, to keep the identity of Zoej

a secret and prevent Brooke from ever associating the name and mem ory of his wife with her. . . . (To Be Continued Tomorrow)

-the tlFanll grows hot 'several wellknown citizens are. involved no matter where the chips fly the public must and will know the truth. 1 have sworn it. The Mysterious Stranger

lots of rocm to look about, too. for

flowers, in the

liable to

said the

there are not so many gai den then."

"Yes;, hut the frost? are

come in th" fall of the year.

little flower, "and then vou would not '

chanc e to stay long if the frost i

and the dahlia is not as i

beautiful or sweet as vou are TCose i

He hannv and eniov thp things that!

! are given to you." j j "Oh. how can I be happy when i ; there is so much to bother me?" grum-! ; bled the rose. "I wish I bloomed in: Ja hot-house. There they tell me roies ; :live all the vear round, and tbey see : I everything, because they ive in glass

Many Richmond Readers Have Heard I h' hoW 1 ish 1 ,hfc,i It and 'Profited Therehv. f 'L .. .. I

"Rood n.ws travol fact 'h Qr I Bul -vo,: wou'i no "e so sweet as

bad aek-sufferers in Richmond are iwfi. h "v sumeglad to learn where relief mav be 1? SL" taM btoase8' In? hackMfsU Iame' : i'eT; hSV.ve': r.5 tSSSi-thPJ il.;.ni. are I surely there can be nothing better ceiling the good news of their experi-1 ,,.. ,uof v, . ence with this tested remedy. Were A ha?.l5t hl.God has .glve.n l? us'

s i mi iif r i a nnv nnP" vm r ttnrta ie chft

I C Anrl UC Ai)1 t- r kf Z L. X.

GOOD NEWS

is an example worth reading:

Charles M. Scott, 31 South Eleventh street, Richmond, says: "I have used Doan's Kidney Pills with good success and 1 sincerely recommend them to any one troubled with kidney disorders or a weak and lame back. Should I ever have a return of the trouble, I would surely take them again. I think there is nothing better for the kidneys." Price 50c, at all dealers. Don't eim-

ply ask for a kidnev

your sweetness before it is

too late," pleaded the little flower again. But it was of no use, the rose was unhappy and grumbled all day long, and just at sundown along came a brisk wind and blew its breath upon the rose in full bloom and away went her petals all over the garden. Tomorrow's story "The Wishing Water."

If you count the number of times

a kidnev rpmprK- o-ot

.v-Qu a uiuuci runs loe same mat i tVi ? r-,i :

Mr: Scott had liwwiii. " . AT . . . . 1,1 " oruinarv

Jpr.ma R, "ffa , v v- T dook yon win rind tne average to be i Props.. Buffalo. N. Y. Adv. 1 leS8 than on in a thousand.

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