BRITISH WOUNDED ARRIVE AT FOLKSTONE SENSITIVE AS TO AGE a SYNOPSIS. Daniel Fiada suddenly advances from * pennlleaa miner to * mliUonates •' co rue« ■ pow-r In the political and bual- n«w world He haa hie eye on the cover- zaor'a chatr. His simple, home loving wife Calls to rise to the te w conditions. CHAPTER I—Continued. "Dan." she said, "1’11 tel! you some­ thing. These expensive laundries ruin your shirts right off, and when I washed ’em they lasted a whole year. They ain't Ironed right, either.” “Oh. my God!” groaned Slade, help­ lessly. pitying her lack of understand­ ing rather than being angry with her “1 wish you'd forget. Mary, that I had to let you wash and scrub once. We're up now Let us kick the lad­ der out from under us and stay up— forget how we got here." “But 1 don't want to forget." remon­ strated the little wisp of a woman op­ posite him. ”1 was perfectly content­ ed those days. I ain't now. I hate this house. I hate IL It's too big The help scare me, so many of 'em Td like Jest one hired girl and my old sitting-room set.” She stopped medi­ tatively. her thoughts wandering back to the early days when her husband took his pick and dinner pall and tramped off to the mines, and she sang as she bent over the washtub and busied herself at the kitchen stove. Her husband sat with face averted, his imagination carrying him far Into the future—a vision of honor as chief «xecu.lve of the state and power in keeping with the untold riches he had suxumulated. “That's It,” he finally exclaimed. “I want to go ahead and you want to stick over your washtubs. I need the suppc-rt of big people—got to mix wtth 'em. and be one of 'em. And you won't." “No. I don't have to,” replied Mary. “I needn't." "You don't see the necessity of join­ ing me?” he asked, testily. “I don't know how." “Do you want to know how?" he persisted. “No,” came the provokingly indiffer­ ent answer. “You're putting the bars up tn the middle of the road," he continued, “and I'm making up my mind to change things." Suddenly M try's lips quivered and a hurt look showed in her eyes behind the misty tears as she realized that whatever she did irritated her hus­ band. She started to speak, but was Interrupted by the entrance of a serv­ ant. who announced that Senator 8trickland and bis daughter had just photed to say that he and his daugh­ ter would call on their way to the opera. Slade’s face flushed and paled at the thought—flushed at the pleasurable ■urprise at this unlooked-for attention from the senator, and paled as he thought of the senator’s stunningly gowned daughter arriving to find his wife in a cheap, ill-fitting dress that would have looked badly even for morning wear. “Mary, you look like a steerage pas­ senger,” he exclaimed suddenly, turn­ ing on the flustered little woman, who was aghast at the very thought of a call from the senator and his -augh- ter. “Go upstairs and dress. I'll make excuses and hold them till you come down." “I can’t,” she gasped. “I ain't got time, anyway, and I haven't anything to go to the opera in." Slade leaned forward and struck the table with his clenched fist, "Don't you understand? You must see these people. Tonight’s paper names me for governor. Strickland's influence le more necessary to me than any other man's in the whole state. He controls the party. He's bringing his daugh ter to my house.-You're meeting them socially. Come on. now, come on”— he became persuasive—“put on a nice little gown and come along and show them you can do something. We'll hold a reception here and it'll be a direct anewer to Wesley Merritt’s slur on you in tonight's paper.” Go to the opera with Katherine Strickland—with a women who had just returned from Europe—the wom­ an who bad dined with a queen and been feted all over the continent. Hold a reception—hostess in this house where she felt, save for her Dan, a stranger. Meet people who spoke in what to her was a strange and alto­ gether unmanageable fashion Mary caught her breath with a sob of dismay. The very thought para­ lyzed her. “I can't, Dan,” she finally managed to blurt out. "I’d do any­ thing else for you—but not this.” “Ill not ask you again,” replied Blade, ominously, and poor Mary, too excited to Interpret the threat, picked up her sewing and her newspapers and made for the door. "Tell them.” she exclaimed breath­ lessly, “tell them I had a headache— that's a fashionable enough excuse, anyway.” And, terrified, she fled out of the room as Katherine Strickland and her father were announced. CHAPTER II. As Blade turned from the fright­ ened, Insignificant figure of bls flee papers put that Into your head or—" and be pauzed significantly, "did you put It Into the evening papers?" Stricklands laugh was a practical admission. HUMAN NATURE SEEMS TO RE­ "It would mean a hard fight. Blade SENT PERSONAL QUESTION. The water-front crowd's against you. and you can't get on without thetr influence.” Walt Mason, In ths Story of tho Pre­ "Not In thle town, at least," amend­ ed Katherine. historic Citizen, Sots Forth tho "You've got to have Wesley Merritt, Case With a Good Dsal his paper, hie hlghfalullng editortale of Truth. and hie speechmaking—and his wife," Strickland explained. “Ho and his The other day an Emporia citizen crowd run the town.” whose whiskers have boon whitened "Oh. you mean my neighbors?" by the anowa of many winters was asked Slade. "They'll come around," Ing wife, he saw a woman of perfect urged to dress himself In a circus suit he finished, meaningly. poise and queenly carriage, a woman and play golf. A number of the town's “Hut. man alive! Only today Mer­ a trifle haughty and Insolent In her patriarchs aro Indulging In the game ritt's attack on you was scurrilous. I youth and beauty and aseured com this season and they naturally bold to remonstrated with him rnyeolf. He's rnand of all the intricacies of social the old theory "the more tho merrier." your out-and-out enemy. I've tried to grace and charm. Her wide, full eyes Ilut tho prehistoric citizen refused to get him—to—to come over and shako met his with an engaging, frank curi­ fall Into the snare of tho fowler, writes hands, but he swears he'll never cross osity to see thia new factor tn the po­ Walt Mason in the Kansns City Star. your threshold—" litical world. Her gown was a tri­ “I realize.” he said, “that I am merely “ I guess they'll come when I want umph of soft, shimmering silk and a venerable ruin, and 1 am not going 'em to come," Slado Interrupted, wtth alluring chiffon--a gown that empba to pretend to be anything else. The an assurance bis auditors could not sized the charm of her proud, statu­ vine and the fig tree are good enough understand “ In fact. I'm looking for esque figure. She was the sort of for me. Of course you will say that 'em any minute now, ” and ho consult ­ woman that makes a man glow with I a man's juat as old as he feels, and pride to present as his wife or daugh­ ed his watch you will argue that golf makes an old “You're looktng for them here—to­ ter. She was all that Mary Slade was man feel young, but It doesn't. It night?" gasped Strickland, showing not. plainly he thought Slade was making merely brings his age to the surface Slade stowd looking at her. fasci­ a joke of the matter. and makes him look like something nated. forgetting for the moment the "Yes. tonight." replied the would bo left over from the paleozoic age An man she was wtth, remembering noth­ governor, quietly, and turued to Kath­ old man seated under bln fig tree read­ ing but the magnetic personality of erine. ing Baxter's 'Balnte' Beat' and getting the woman whose reputation for do­ Strickland subsided, a question hla house In order for the great ing big things in a big way was al­ growing In his mind as to whether hs change 1s an edifying and Improving ready known to him—a woman whose had fully measured the man he expect­ spectacle, but an old man gallivanting eyes meeting his gave back flash for ed to use for his own political and around in the sun trying to create the flash and understanding for under­ financial ends There was in Slade's impression that he's a three-year-old standing. is an offense to the eyes Almost mechanically Slade found method of fighting a direct and open “How wo like to pretend In the mat­ himself acknowledging Senator Strick­ quality that would make him hard to land's formal presentation of his ' handle tn the crooked and ludlrect ter of age! The women have been daughter. Hesitatingly he offered his ways of political life. joked a great deal about their reluc­ Katherine Strickland’s eyes nar­ hand, which the girl, perfectly at tance to acknowledge their years, but ease, grasped with a cordial, sympa- rowed as she met Slade's gate Her the men are Just as bad. If u >t worse. thetlc pressure. Her eyes were look­ quick, calculating mind saw in thle An innocent bystander or a solitary man the possibility of realizing her ing critically Into his, much as If she horseman might suppose that there 1s Wtth were trying to read him through and highest hopes and ambitions something disgraceful about advanced through and take his measure tor fu­ such a man a woman could scale any Two wounded soldiers of a Highland reglmeut sent back to England for years, people hate tn own up to them heights — reach any goal. He was hard ture use. so greatly. I try to take a philosoph­ treatment, photographed on thetr arrival at Folkstone. Her easy, graceful acceptance of the —yes! But a man needs to be bard ical view of such things, but I al wr y s dtuatlon, her thoughtful Inquiry for in three days and times if he is ever i feel resentful when anybody asks me to accomplish anything In her fer ­ Mrs. Slade's health, prompted by well- | FRENCH TAKE THINGS EASH ACTRESS t 'PABLE OF IDEAS my age. People can spring all aorta bred sympathy rather than any curl- * 1 tile brain smoldered ambitions as of leading personal questions and I ous interest, and the cultured modula- ' great as his ambitions that she now I answer them Mauds Fsaly Bass Many Possibilities don’t mind them While Cherishing Love for Academy realized would never be attained un ­ tion of her splendid voice, charmed ! freely, I acknowledge that I have In the Popularity of tho Mov­ less she made some great, radical They Never Mlee Chance to Make him as no woman had ever done be­ stolen chickens and watermelons ing Pictures. change tn her life. It Object of WIL fore. without the least embarrassment, but She had pushed her father as far There was nothing of the shy. retir­ Maude Fealy is an actress whose If a man aaka me how old I am I feel as the man would — could go. She The French aro not Inclined to tak« ing ingenue tn Katherine Strickland's radiates Interesting like bitting him on hie red necktie. I things too seriously. Thue, while they conversation makeup. She was a woman of splen­ had outdistanced every girl In her ideas Here are a have tried to analyze myself and dis­ love and respect the venerable French did phystque and wonderful mental de­ circle. She had reached high, but she few words from cover some explanation, but In vain. academy, they never refrain from velopment. Her appeal to a man was had triumphed. Now she was at the tho Bps of tho “When the government announced making it the subject of a little good that of a dominant intellect as much end of her tether. It was a matter star: "To be a that It was going to establish a postal natured wit Even the members them as of a lovely woman. She Immedi­ of making some one huge stroke or moving picture savings bank In Emporia I said to my­ selves, as this entry tn Victor llugo'z ately Impressed Siade as being keen­ sinking back into stupid obscurity, a artist, only half of self: 'Now, here's a good buslnees I notebook wilt show. Indulge tn occa witted. strong minded and clever. His situation all the more bitter because Ths tho requisites are have always been afraid of banks con­ slonal sallies against the famous In admiration displayed Itself tn hts shin­ of her previous successes. required, because ducted by people I meet on the street ing eyes and hts unusually affable, at­ thought of settling down Into the ev­ , etltutlon. eryday life of the western city where diction and voice every day. A man can't feel much con­ tentive manner. On December 17th, H4i, Vlctot she was born made her very soul are lost by the fidence tn citizens be knows so well. Hugo, himself one of the forty “lm Suddenly he found himself compar­ squirm. Surely there was something screen actor I But the government bank will be con­ mortal” members of tho academy, ing his own little old-fashioned wife more In life for her. Surely there i wrote In his notebook: think pictures will ducted by strangers, and I always did with this handsome, self-possessed were bigger goals to be gained. bring back on» have confidence In strangers. Ro I'll "Today. Thursday, in the academy. I woman before him. What a wife Kath­ She had never realized how empty act playa Pictures salt down my rose nobles and pieces spoke there with Du pin tho elder erine Strickland would be for the gov­ the old home life was until now, when teach us brevity, of eight In the government bank.* ernor of a state! What a picture she about Balzac and of hie chances ot she suddenly found herself a part of that Is. good plo would make presiding at the head of election to the academy. “When that Institution wao opened it again after the brilliant European tures do" a millionaire's dinner tables! How ”'Thunder!' Dupln Interrupted me for business I was the first one at season and the stimulating, exciting For n e a r ly a the receiving teller's window. I had wonderfully such a woman would 1 'So you really believe that, without life in diplomatic circles at the capital. year Maude Fealy quite a package of counterfeit money adorn the richly furnished rooms of any more to-do, Balzac will be chosen The thought of remaining In the West, baa been appear with me, and supposed there wouldn't his newly built mansion! Instead of the first time he comes up for elec a big frog in a little puddle, bad the work-worn fingers of his wife, con­ Maude Fealy. Ing tn feature plo be any formality other than handing tlon! You quote examples where that grown positively hateful to her. Big tinuously fumbling with darning turra. and during me a passbook. But the paying teller has occurred, but these prove noth or little herself, she wanted a big threads, he saw, in a mental vision, Ing. Think of it! Balzac, at the Aral that time in addition to her picture opened his official copy of the longer puddle. She was quite satisfied in her this woman's lovely hands constantly presentation of his name! You have work haa also been responsible for catechism and began asking questions own mind that no puddle would be so engaged In unwinding the threads of thought the matter over carefully? J numerous scenarios. 8h« photographs and Jotting down the answers. I had big that she couldn't become a frog problematic political tangles. Here Good! But you have forgotten on« well, and has brought to bear her to tell where and why I waa born, and of considerable size In it. was a woman who would be a man’s reason why It Is quite impossible that varied experience aa a dramatic star my grandmother's maiden name and Now, as her restless brain and soul wife and comrade—the very antithesis Balzac should be elected to the aca all of which haa contributed to her other statistics; I had to convince tho clamored for higher goals and a wider of the household drudge his own wife demy—he deserves It!'“ success on the screen field, the thought of Slade's millions, questioner that I had never served a was content to be. with no Interest , Slade’s dominating, forceful personal­ term tn the penitentiary and that nono outside of the four walls of her home ity, Slade's reputation for sweeping Disgusted. Looks That Way. of my blood relatives bad died Insane. and no desire for anything bigger In everything before him, Slade's prob­ John—I see that a New York police­ There were all aorta of Impertinent Belle—Haa ho proposed yet? life than the daily routine of break- I able governorship, flaehed through h<-r Beulah—Not yet. man Is charged with mendacity. questions to bo answered, but they fast, dinner and supper, washing on mind like a burning streak of electric Jim—That's tho way with those i merely amused me until the toller “What's the matter with him?” Monday, ironing on Tuesday, and so fire. With him. with his weapons, “I don't know; be Just sits and high-brow officiate. Always trumping asked me how old I waa. on to the end of the week—week after what a career lay before a woman! up something now and far-fetchod. watches me.” "That filled me with virtuous Indig­ week In the same deadly rut. Here Just as suddenly she found herself "Oh, 1 guess he believes In ths pol­ Why don't they get after the liars an’ nation. was a woman who would “go along wondering what sort of a woman had grafters?”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. icy of watchful waiting, probably." •' ‘It's none of th« government's with a man"—possibly a step ahead, been a mate to this man for so many business.* I said, 'how old I am. I'm blazing the way for new and greater years. She was conscious of a poign­ old enough to deposit my own money, glories and recognizing no limit. ant pang of envy—jealousy almost— Slado brought his reflections to a against this woman who had the op­ and that ought to bo enough.* sudden halt as he remembered the portunity which was denied her. “ ‘You enn't deposit your wooden girl’n father. money In thia bngk,* said tho teller, "Well, what do you think of your “Why, what has happened to you, own country, now you’re back?" she 'unless you give your correct age and senator? Your face looks different heard Slade's voice saying. “Seem your wife’s correct age, and the cor­ than it did thle afternoon.” rect age of your man servant and big to you?" "Her fault,” replied the senator, your maid servant, and of tho stranger (TO BE CONTINUED.) with a smile of tolerant affection. In­ within your gates'” dicating his daughter. "She made me French Temperance Society. cut my beard this way. It's French.’’ An organization for the promotion Women and Perfume. Katherine laughed a delightful, of temperance in France has been For many a day tho well-bred throaty little laugh. founded by M. Schmidt, deputy for the woman has scorned the perfume bot­ "Nonsense father,” she protested. department of the Vosges. A feature tle. Perhaps It Is the high price of “Of course, I like the West, but 1 of the new body is its catholicity. It fine perfumes, duo to tho long contin­ don't believe in being ab.-olutely typ­ includes every shade of political and ued troubles In Bulgaria, tho home of ical. I was horrified.when 1 got back rrliglcuw belief, and all classes of so- attar of rosea, that has at last made and found you so blatantly the typi­ cf<-ty—politicians, professional nu-n perfumes seem