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OAR ‘Romance of Treasure, 'Y 1916, by Mery Roberts Rinehart.) 18 OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. Kingston to the leader of « gang of daring Srilient crooks, whose thefts hare won them ire im the robbery is not ous lice, Elinor tives on at the Kings her old murse, Henriette, Boroday @uspicion, In the absence of this of the gang Huff burns down Want's & large collection will be rebuilding and hoping to steal the . Learning that Huff plans yo rob calls up the clergyman on the tele- CHAPTER XI. (Continued.) ORODAY was thinking hard. It had been that unlucky swerving of a machine on the hill that had betrayed He knew that now. And he Just come out of the Kingston It was very, very bad. Boroday rode all the way into the ity with the Chief a dozen seats be- ind him. The, Chief did not follow home. He knew where he lived, he could lay his hands on him he wanted him. He was going want him now pretty soon. The fussian knew that too. “When he had entered his apartment ‘turned on the light he found Huff nding by a window. The boy gked back as the light went up. “For a moment the two eyed one an- » Huff was unshaven, sunken- d, dirty. The contrast between wild eyed boy and the tall Rus- was strong. “Well? said Huff, defiantly. Bit down,” Boroday’a tone was tind. He went to a closet and got out bottle of vodka. “When did you have anything to ” nts “I am not hungry, Nevertheless Boroday forced on him Uttle bread'and meat. ““E didn't know you were out until o-night,” Huff said at last, pushing jis plate away. “Where have you been?” “Drinking my head off in a dive on Meth Street,” said Huff, savagely. p all right now.” “What got into you, Walter? For u to turn on us like that—to expose one of us, as you have"—— “Bhe was in love with him. I wish 'd killed him.” «Very patiently, Boroday told him had happened. Over the matter it the Bryant pearl he passed as Mghtly as he could. But Huff realized the significance of Elinor’s placing it the alms box. He went rather ite, “We would have got off with the ntry Club matter well enough, but murderous frenzy of yours has thea us all. We'll: have to break and get away. I want you to go to Elinor’s to-night.” “She will not see me.” “I think ehe will,” said Boroday. “I nt her to get away the frat thing the morning. Let her empty the ul” He hesitated. Elinor’s fortune in els was becoming a menace, Who- rer took them in charge was possibly utting @ halter around his neck. “Bring the jewels to me, if you We @ chance, If it seems better, haps you'd better bury them out ‘there.” ““Wheret” "You migh waid the Russian thoughtfully, “bury them in old Hil- ary’s gra CHAPTER Xi. T was only an hour or so ‘before dawn when Huff got to the Mall. There were no trains between midnight and morning. And Talbot's which he might have used, had been long delayed by his burst tire. He took a suburban trolley line for haps half the distance and walked rest. At 4 o'clock in the morning he pressed the arbor button, and old Henrietta, grumbling at this second if bance of her rest, roused Elinor in, Time was precious. Huff, having is the announcing bell, made his fay up through the dew to the house, 4 —) it, was that Elinor, opening house door, met him face to face. ROBERTS RINEH VEN DAYS,” “THE MAN IN LOWER TEN,” Bu, - wildly sorry. “Conscience” and Lovell As she recoiled from bim, he closed the door. “I have brought you a message “"T've been @ fool and scoundrel and-it's from Boroday,” he said swiftly. about all up.” Elinor hardly realized what he was saying. The light of horror had hard- To her, + now typified ly died out of her eyes. Walter, once her lov all of suffering and nearness to death that lay in old Hilary's room upstairs, “The first train leaves the city at 6 o'clock,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. « “It is hardly likely they will be out so soon, but under-some pretext or other they will search the house this morning.” “How can I leave the house now? Upstairs in father’s room"—— “I know,” he put in hastily. all about it, Elinor, I am sorry. know am It's no excuse to say I was crazy, but I’ was.” “If I go away,” Elinor said, with white lips, “how. will they manage about him? The nurse needs s0 many things, and I—I see that she has them.” A flame leaped into the boy's eyes. “If you care for him like that—what are you going to do about it? Even if he cares for you, you cannot marry him. If he ever found out about you"— “Ho will never marry me. And—he does know.” The fact that Ward knew the truth about Elinor and the band brought back to him their common peril. He thrust aside, for the time at least, his passion and his despair; and calmly directed his energies toward prepar- ing the house for the inevitable search. So systematic had old Hilary been that there were few papers to destroy. Such of the ledgers as were inerimi- nating he burned in the furnace. Elinor’s box of Jewels he carried up- stairs and placed on the library table, Such settings as had remained from the Country Club raid, after the gems H War and Women. OW calmly men speak of war, of battle, Of the passible lass of a thou- sand lives! Ah! but to women the cannon’s rattle | ® Tells of mourning sisters and wives; Of brave boys marching out In ‘the morning, And lying with upturned brows at night; Of the swift death angel, with brief sharp warning, Scattering broadcast ruin and blight; ;Of maidens watching, waiting and weeping again; Of sisters longing for boys that are sleeping In coffiniess graves on the battle plain; Of the dread suspense and the awful anguish That from first to last {s a woman's languish; Of sleepless nights and days all fraught With wild conjectures and mighty sorrow, With weeping and walling and hope deferred, ‘With hating the present and dreading the morrow, And oft repeating, “What news have you heard?" Yes, this is the meaning of war to woman; I brave, know; Weak, no doubt; but.she is 60 human, And the old-time Spartans died- long ego. ~—Heart and Hand, heroic, nor strong, be ahd enough to set him up in business his carning power shall have decreased. For lovers who never will come lot; Of loathsome prisons where dear ones ‘Every thoughtful young man hopes some day to possess enough money to provide a tidy little income ; anyway, sufficient to provide for his wants when had been taken out, he melted to- gether in old Hilary’s crucible and placed the gold and platinum nugget in Elinor’s box. ‘ He had set the aafe to a simple combination and closed it. Except for its eize, and for the protective wiring buried in its walls, it might have been @ family safe, built by a nervous and elderly gentleman living in the country to hold hie silver spoons, It was too late by that time to bury the box as Boroday had sug- gested. Huff did the next best thing. buried it carefully in Elinor’s garden, under a c#pmp of crimson phlox. Elinor worked hurriedly, but with Her preparations con- more than putting on the clothing in which she meant to travel. In this new life on which she was entering she wanted little to remind her of the old. A letter to Henriette contained enough money to pay off the servants and the house- hold accounts. ‘In another envelope she folded the deed to the house and & note conveying it to Henriette, ‘You can sell it,"" she wrote. “Good- by, dear Henriette. I sball never for- get you, and if ever it Is possible, be sure I shall see you again.” The time came, just before dawn, when she and Walter again stood face to face in the library. Huff was going at once. It was not Boroday’s plan that any of them should further incriminate Elinor by accompanying her to the train. At & sound of steps on the stairs, Huff she explained. “Ho ts getting better, isn’t he?” “Yes, but he still suffers at times.” REP we Re BO heed ee ea RE cant By ‘When the steps had died away, Elinor slowly drew off her engage- ment ring, and held ft out to him across the table. Although he was watching her, he made no move to take It, and she laid it down between them on the table. “I don't think we need talk about it, Walter,” she said simply. “There fs nothing to say, is there?” “I suppose not,” he returned bit- terly. He added: “If only you will try not to hate me, Elinor.” “I do not hate you. But if be had died”-— Huff came swiftly around the table and taking both her hands in his, held them to his throat with a despairing gesture. “It I didn’t know that It would make you more more unhappy,” he said angrily. “I'd kill myself to-day.” “Walter!” “Tl tell you now. matters any, but perhaps {t will change your memory of mo. Ever since I've known you I've had one dream. You were to marry me and I was going to turn straight. I could have done it with your help, But now"—— He dropped her hands and turned away. Elinor watched him wistfully. ‘The one thing he wanted she could not give. There could be no compromise between them. It must be all or noth- ing, and she had given her all to some one else. In the doorway he turned and looked back at her with haggara eyes. It was as if he were impressing on his memory every light and shadow of her straight young figure. Then he went out into that darkest hour of the night that precedes the dawn. For the first time ince his injury Ward's mind was quite clear, He It won't change Long Engagements. HE unduly long engagement should be avoided whenever possible, By that statement I do not mean that young persons should marry after an acquaintance of @ few weeks or even of a few months, If their acquaintance fol- lows a normal course they will know each other for some time before en- ives, Then it seems to very unusual a period of at least a year should elapse between the an- nouncement of the engagement and the wedding day. But to allow engagements to stretch over a period of five or ten years— perhaps even longer—is a pity. It simply means that so many years of come to @ definite understanding. Since then I have heard that he says had not been able to sleep, and the nurse had been reading to him. Strange reading too, for the resistant rector of St. Jude's, The books old Hilary had kept at his beside still lay there. Even the nurse, accustomed to many books for many men, was gently outraged. Ward jay in his bed, his eyes half closed, listening intently. At inst the nurse put down the book. “Why, it’s frightful, It's outrageous, it's blasphemous! Do you really think I should read you any more of them?” ‘Ward amiled feotty. “If you are afraid of the effect on you.” “Not at all,” said the nurse almost sharply, and picked up the book again. ‘Ward lay back on his pillows and listened to the age-old arguments. So it was on such Iiterature as this that Elinore had been reared! How fair a plant to have grown thus in the dark! And as the nurse droned on, Ward came to realize how natural and how inevitable had been her de- velopment. Reared in such soll, what might he himself not bave become; and more than that, would he have been one-half #0 sweet, so tender, so—go0d? ‘Toward dawn the nurse slept in her chair, Her cap had fallen a little crooked, and the beautifying hand of sleep had touched away tho small furrows between her eyes, Plain she was, but kindly and full of gentie- ness. Ward, lying awake, watched her, She was no longer very young. He thought of the children who should have clung to her broad, flat bosom and felt the touch of her tendér hand. Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers |{ am running after him. Has he | treated me id is there any- Why Your Clothes Are Not Becoming By Andre Dupont Coprright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Oe. (The New York Brening World), for the new mode, theso awning last kind of woman who should red youth and happiness are it correct for « d oi What would “phone, to say Certainly it is correct. you have him say? “BE. M." writes: ‘Iam nineteen and am keeping house for two brothers and a sister. They object to my re- ceiving a young man who loves me and with whom I am tn love, What shall I do?” if you really care for this younk man I do not see why you should let yourself be influenced by the opinions of your brothers and sister. If they were your parents the case would be a ttle different, “p. Dp.” writes: “Tam going up to West Point with several friends to see a ball game, and each of us is going to take a girl along. Would it be proper if we asked them to bring their luncheons?” Yes, if you know them pretty well. "AM." writes: “Is {t proper for a young girl to telephone to a young man after not seeing him for @ long while? It would be wiser to fet him take the initlative in renewing the friend: ship. Good Riddance “K. D.”" write: ‘For five months a gentleman took me out and made me various gifts, One day I had an ap- pointment with him which he did not keep, and he told a friend afterward that I did not care for him well enough. Since then I have often seen him, but only once did I make any overtures and then only that we might HOW TO SECURE INDEPENDENCE NING WORLD SUCCESS MOVIE. Illustrating the RUL A New for him- | order to save you must keep your ti than your income, must deny you would like to have. The Ne 1S west and Strangest Story by WEETHEART PRIMEVAL The Creator of the “TARZAN” Stories Is at His Very Best in This New Serial. oS RIGHT FIGURE FOR THE AWNING STRIPES ¢ we we ‘savings until they amount expenses vestment. A man whose savings are his “all” many one cannot afford 1 take, “witd” chances. Conservative Investments, recommended by the bank, are best. Sernotiace » saving Uevetern® Betpe, Bank your The “Awning Stripe’ Woman. Stor th are the rage this summer—“awning atripes.” Unfortunately stripes are usually see wear them. Fashion authorities have been preaching to the lady who suf- fers from overmuch of “this too, too solid flesh” that stripes made her look thin, Therefore she obedi: ntly bought stripes and has done the same thing this season, But awning stripes were not intended for the stout figure, They make it look nearly as shape- less as the original window shield from which they take their name. The stripes that really give the stout woinan a delusive air of slenderness because they lend her the long iines non the hav | The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday, July 10, 1918 A COMPLETE NOVEL EACH WEEK IN THE EVENING Then, because, curiously enough, everything of gentleness and tender- fess reminded him of Elinor, his thoughts swung round to her. He Glosed hie eyes, and dreamed the dream that had been with him, eub- consciously, all the night. To her in his arme, and by teachi Jove, teach her Infinite love; ing mercy and forgiveness tenderness, to lead her by attributes to the Christ—this was dream, . And because ‘t brought healing and great peace, after a ti he elept. Blinor, standing al the house outside his door, took cour. age from his even breathing and ventured in. So light was his sleep that she dared not touch him. She knelt very quietly by the bed, and kissed the corner of his pillow. Ward spent his Sabbatical year in Oxford. He had thought to find peace by exchanging one form of activity for another, but with the less ardu- ous duties of hie work there he had mor time to think. He found the old pain even greater; his restlessness grew him. In the three years since Etfnor’s flight he had done many things. Hoe had left Woffingham for New York, and could feel his useful- ness now only bounded by his atrength. But the old zest of life was gone. He was restless, heavier of spirit. There had been times when he bad thought that he was forgetting, only to discover, through @ stray resem- blance, while Ms heart pounded and his blood raced, that his forgetting was only the numbness of suffering. Once, on the Strand in London, he came face to face with Boroday. Ward would never forget that meet- ing, ita quick hope which died into F Hot ralir E td one ain old thing I can do? I feel badly about the whole afiair,” The man has acted like a cad, and you should be thankful that you are rid of his friendship. “A. A.” write young man. ‘lam engaged toa t door to my flanve wat ag \ athe Sweetheart Primeval. By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS “Tl let she wrote me; from after ehe landed, and here. Then the police closed up the Dago's place, which was the only ‘way she knew to reach me, I've never heard since,” “Then you think she may be in England?" Ward asked eagerly. The Russian shrugged his show- ders. “Perhaps, if she is living. She was not strong. Sometimes I wonder”"— So, after all, Ward took an extra pang away with him from the chance watohing and waiting meant nothing? If she were gone, beyond earthly finding? Death for him might be a beginning only, @ door to eternity, but all the philosophy and hope of his first faith did not fill his empty human arma, That night he walked the London streets until dawn. He came back from Oxford at the end of bis course there. Home was calling, and work, blessed work, that brings forgetfulness, On the last Sunday before he sailed he attended service in St. Paul's, He knew the church well. In those earlier days when philosophy had taken hia young brain by storm and his faith had rocked, he had gone to St. Paul's, Something in the very solidity of the old church, in ite antiquity, in the nearness of those lives a young lady who frequently| dead and gone great ones of the earth asks him to come and see her, and| who had lived and died secure in its who entertains him evenings, toge with her girl friend, These yor ladies are acquainted with me ther! teachings, had steadied him. And now, when it wae hie heart know of my engagement. My fiance] that failed, and not his soul, he went says he does not like to refuse their! there. invitations, What shall I do?” Tell your flance frankly that he is not showing you proper respect when he makes a practice of going to the house of another girl. ihe and her friends are showing themselves to ill-bred, but there ts no reason why Sibel young man should encourage them, “T. B." wri! “While a young man of whom I am very fond wae in the act of proposing to me Wyre | happened which he says is a sign oi bad luck. The happening ts too silly to tell about, and hia feeling in regard she needs are the narrow stripes that have been worn for years and are al- ways in good style, Awning stripes are not for the very thin wonam either; for they draw un- Hattering attention to her attenuated outlines, until she looks not unlike « string bean surrounded by a garden ence, Yet a frock of cotton voile in any of the new broad stripes or ecom- binations of stripes, in blue and white, pink and white, black and white, or any fashionable color arrangement, is really charming if worn by the right figure—the woman of medium height who is neither too fat nor too thin, to this figure that is most becoming. The woman who is a trifle taller can break the long lines of the etri by bands of stripes running acri the skirt, as shown in the illustra- tion, This dainty frock, which Is made with the double skirt effect, is fur- ther adorned on the lower’ edge of each band and op the sleeves with tiny ruffles of white ribbon, Another glance dt the LUlustration will show that the sleeves are also made up crosswise, So is the body portion of the waist, with the exception of two bretelle-lke bands that run over the shoulde! But the whole effect is charmi not too loud, but simply striking enough to make every be- holder think how pretty It 4s, But he does not realize that this is just because it is worn by exactly the right woman. ——lilustrated |b: WILL B, JOHNSTONE money sufficient for ine the Man Who Wrote to it is the merest superstition, Please advise me what to do, aa I do} you answer,” not want to give him up.” Laugh him—and yourself—out of ouperetition, A Birthday Gift. “PR, F." writes young man for five years and we very fond of each other, althou not engaged, Would it be proper for me to present him with a ttle gift for hia| Baboon said: irthday, and if #0 what shall [ give) talk to the Man in the Moon?” him?" It would be perfectly proper for you to send him some simple thing, such as a book or a box of home-made candy. “M. 8." writes: “What is your opinion of a young man who Inyites two young ladies to the theatre, while on the car sees some Soung lady ac- quaintances accompanied by young men, leaves his guests to go and a@peak to the others, and does not return until the car has reached its destination?” The young man rudely. behaved moat “H, D.”" writes: “if a married man works in the office with a young Indy, is it wrong for him to ride home with her from the office, aa they both go in_ the same direction?” It's not morally wrong, of course, but if he makes a habit of it both he and the young lady will be subjected to unpleasant comment tn this sus- picious world, Cd we of the “ROAD TO SUCCESS” be | &S “I have known a| clouds when the Baby Baboon arrived Jungle Tales. OOD MORNING,” said the G Baby Baboon to Mr. Giraffe. “Good morning, yourself,” said the fellow with the long neck. “I want you to do me a favo eald the Baby. “I am going to Jimmy's house to-night, as it 4s full moon I want you to put your head outside of Jimmy's window and whon I talk to the Man in the Moon, “Ha! ha!” laughed Mr, Giraffe, “I will be there, The moon was eailing over the sky, playing hide-and-go-seek with the at Jimmy's house. They went up- stairs to Jimmy's room and the Baby ‘Jimmy, did you ever “No,” said Jimmy, did, either.” “Ob, yos, I did!” replied the Baby. “and | am going to talk to him again to-night.” “Go ahead,” said Jimmy, as they both went to the window. ‘The Moon was shining brightly and the air was very atill, “Hello, Mr, Man in the Moon,” be- in the Baby. “How are you?’ am all right,” said a voice out- side which seemed to come from high up in sky. was fast asleep, you little rascal, lo ‘and you never been spanked before!” ‘With that the Baby Baboon ecooted down the stairs and was gone. Jimmy peeked out of the window just in time to see Mr. Giraffe running away in the moonlight, Then he sat down and } laughed and laughed and laughed. By Hazen Conklin “TARZAN OF THE APES. By Edgar Rice Burroughs, WILL BEGIN IN NEXT MONDAY'S EVENING WORLD. READ IT it EF ee i ge & Hi looked that night in library, the night when, to she had told him the sham about herself. And now he here, wearing the garb of on her knees! So fearful was he of losing her: he stayed close as the He i moved slowly out of the church, She aid not intend to go; he saw that. Bhe sterped out of the crowd and waited. He thought it probable ehe was seeking what he himesif once aought—a quiet hour holy roof. And eo it was that they to face again. She put her hand to her throat, with the familiar gesture, when she saw him. For a moment It was Ward who spoke at last, “It doesn't seem quite possible, Eli- nor,” he said. She had never been “Elinor” to him save in his thoughts, But neither of them noticed. ’ “T am sorry you have found me T have tried so hard to bury myself.” Tt was increasingly hard for him to speak, All the things that had Jain in bis heart for three years olam-~ ored for speech. “You are—quite well again?”, “Perfectly, But you? You are thin. And then, at last, he broke tate #peech, rapid, incoherent. He blamed himself for bis hardness that night ta old Hilary's library, he condemped himeelt for a thousand things, She Ustened, rather bewildered, with the old wistfulness in her eyes. “Why should you gay euch things?” whe asked at last, when he stopped from aheer panic. “You were right. I things since then. You were always kind to me. I have never forgotten.” “Kind!” He almost groaned, She held out her hand, “I must go now. My time is not my own.” She glanced down at her uniform. “Do you remember what you sald to me once about the brotherhood of man? T have been trying to live up to that,” Ward took her haad. It was very cold, Pad you remember that?” remember almost everything told me. Even the things, that night, while I was watching the clock. 1 remember them all.” ; The church wee empty, eave fora vVerger here and there, busy about his duties, Quite suddenly Ward lost his compopure, . “And I—I remember everything tee, Your smile, your eyes that night when I was carried into the house—eh, my dear, my dear, you are written on my heart.” He bent over, shaken and pale, and kissed the palm of her hand, ‘ “It 1s you who are good,” he sald huskily, “I, who talked emugly of virtue and tenderness and pity, and who let you\go out of my life~I care for you more than I care for any- thing in thie world, I want yout want you.” Elinor’s eyes turned toward the bigh altar with ite crocs. Always, when she looked at ft, she had seen the cross at Saint Jude's, and the awa, and sparrows out of the wet gutter at her feet, “T want you,” eald Ward, and watt- ed, frightened, But her eyes came back to bim, clear and full of promise, “I have always loved you,” she said simply. “I will go with you, And your God shall be my Goa.” (THE END.) GOING AWAY FOR THE SUMMER? Remember The Bve- week's reading! Have The Bve- ning World sent to your sum mer address,