THE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA.
IE
The Rea
Adventure
A NOVEL
By
Henry Kitchell Webster
(Oopjrlgbl 1810, Tlio Uobbs-MorrlU Ooinpanr)
CHAPTER XX Continued.
14
Presently sho entne. A buffet of
vind struck her as sho closed the door
behind her, und whipped her unbut
toned ulster nbout; but sho did not
cower under It, nor turn awny stood
there, finely erect, confronting It.
There was something nlert nbout her
pose ho couldn't sco her face distinct
ly thnt suggested she was expecting
Homebody. And then, not aloud, but
very distinctly:
"Iloddy," she said.
IIo tried to speak her name, but his
dry throat denied It utterance. Hd
began suddenly to tremble. He enmo
forward out of tho shadow and she
saw him and came to meet him, and
Bpoko his namo again.
"I saw you when you wont out," sho
sold. "I was afraid you mightn't
wait I hurried as fast as I could.
I've w-waltcd so long. Longer than
you."
Ho managed at last to speak, and,
as ho did so, reached out and took her
by tho shoulders. "Come homo," ho
said. "You must corao home."
At that sho stepped back and shook
her head. But ho had discovered,
whllo his hands held her, that sho
was trembling too.
The stngo door opened again to emit
a group of threo of tho "ponleB."
They stared curiously at Dano and
tho big man who stood thcro with her,
then scurried awny down tho alley.
"Wo can't talk hero," ho said. "Wo
must go somowhore."
Sho nodded assent, and they moved
off side by sldo after tho threo Uttlo
girls, but slower. In an accumulation
of shadows, half way down tho alley,
he gripped her arm tight and they both
atood still. Tho noxt moment, nnd
without a word, thoy moved on again
Finally "Aro you all right Roddy?
And tho babies?" sho managed to say.
"It's a good many days slnco I'vo
heard from Portia." And then, sud'
denly: "Was It becauso anything had
gono wrong that you camo?"
"I didn't know you were hero until
I saw you on the stage," ho said.
This was all, in words, that passed
until ho looked about him In a sort of
dazed bewilderment when sho stopped,
at last, at tho stoop before her door.
"Hero's where I live," sho said. .
"Where yon Hvol" ho echoed
blankly.
"Ever slnco I went awny to Call
fornla. I'vo been right hero whero 1
could almost sco tho smoko of your
chimneys. I'vo a queer llttlo room
I only pay threo dollars a week for It
but It's big enough to bo alono In."
"Itoso . . ." ho said, hoarsely.
A drunken man camo lurching piti
ably down tho street. Sho shrank Into
tho nnglo of tho steps, and Rodney fol
lowed her, found her with his hands,
and heard her volco speaking breath
lessly, in gasps. Ho hardly know what
sho was saying.
"It's been wonderful ... I know
we haven't talked; wo'll do that soma
other time, somewhere whero wo can
. . . Rut tonight, walking along
like that, Just as . . . Tomorrow,
I shall tmnk It was all a dream."
"Roso . . ."
'i no only sound that camo In an
ewer wbb a long, tremulously Indrawn
breath. But presently her hand took
the one of his thnt had been clutching
tier shoulder and led him up tho steps.
Sho opened tho door with a latchkey,
jfiA then, behind her, ho xnado his
way up two flights of nnrrow stairs,
whoso faint creak mado all tho sound
.there was. In tho black llttlo corridor
nt tho top sho unlocked another door.
'Walt till I light Uio gas," sho
"Breathed.
Sho turned and looked into his faco,
.or eyes searching it as his wcro
searching hers, luminously and with a
wlftly kindling fire. Her Hps parted
a little, trembling, Thcro was a sort
?f bloom on her skin that becamo
more visible an tho blood, wave on
wave, camo flushing In behind It.
as tor uouncy, no was tho satno
nan who, an hour ago, In tho- theater,
had raged and writhed under what ho
felt to bo an Invasion of his propri
etary rights In her.
He wouldn't lmvo defined It that
wny, to be sure, In a talk with Barry
Lnko; would lmvo denied, with tho
best of them, that a husbaud had any
proprietary rights in his wife. But
the Intolcrablo senso of having be
come an object of uorislon or con
temptuous pity, of being disgraced
and of her being degraded, couldn't
derive from anything else but Just
that.
"Have you anything hero," ho asked
aer dully, "besides what will go In
that trunk?"
It was tho surliness of his tone,
rather than tho words themselves,
that startled her.
. "No." she said, puzzlod. "Of
oirso nqt."
'.Then throw them into It quickly,"
be said, "und wo'll lock tho thing up.
jbo you owe any ront?"
; "Roddy I" sbe said. "What do you
"1 Ma ye're going: gat ovi. t
this beastly place now tonight. We're
going homo. Wo can leavo an address
for tho trunk. If it never comes, so
much tho bettor."
Again all sho could do was to ask
him, with a bewildered stammor, what
he meant.
"Becauso," she added, "I can't go
home yet I've only started."
"Started I" he echoed. "Do you
think I'm going to let this beastly
farco go any further?"
And with thnt ho told her whnt
had happened In his ofllco that after
noon, told her of tho attitude of his
friends, how they'd all known nbout
It undoubtedly had como to sco for
themselves, and, out of pity or con
tempt, hadn't told him. IIo told
her how he'd felt, sitting thcro in
tho theater. lie accused her as his
wrath burned brighter, of having se
lected tho thing to do that would hurt
him worst, of hnvlng borno a grudgo
against him nnd avenged it.
It was tho Ignoblest moment of his
life, nnd ho knew it Tho accusa
tions he was making ngnlnst her wero
nothing to those thnt wcro storing up
In his mind against himself.
no didn't look at her as ho talked,
and sho didn't interrupt; snld no word
of dcnlnl or defense. The big out
burst spent itself, no lapsed into an
uneasy silence, got himself together
ngnln, nnd went on trying to restate
his grievance this tlmo moro reason
ably, retracting n little. But under
her continued sllenco ho' grew weak
ly Irritated again.
When at Inst she spoke, ho turned
his eyes toward her nnd snw a sort of
frozen look In her dull white faco that
he had never seen In It before Her
intonation was monotonous, her volco
scarcely audible.
"I guess I understand," sho snld. "I
don't know whether I wish I wero dend
or not. If I'd died when tho babies
wero born. . . . But I'm glad 1
camo away when I did. And I'm glad,"
sho gavo a faint shudder thero at tho
alternative, "I'm glad I'vo got a Job
and that I can pay back that hundred
dollars I owo you. I'vo had It qulto
a whllo. But I'vo kept it, hoping you
might find out whero I wns and como
to me, as you did, nnd that wo might
havo a chanco to talk. I thought I'd
tell you how I'd earned it nnd that
you'd bo a little proud with mo
about it, proud that I could pay It
back so soon."
Sho smiled a llttlo over thnt, a smllo
ho had to turn away from. "I sup
poso I'll bo glad, somo day, that
It all happened; that I met you and
loved you nnd had tho babies, oven
though It's all had to end," sho shud
dcrcd again, "Uko this."
It wasn't till ho tried to speak that
her apparent calm was broken. Then,
with a sudden frantic terror in her
Prosently She Came.
eyes, sho begged him not to bogged
him to go awny, if ho had any mercy
for her at all, quickly and without n
word. In a sort of dnzo ho obeyed
her.
Tho tardy winter morning, looking
through her grimy window, found her
Bitting there, Just as sho'd boon when
ho closed tho door.
then: "How did you nnd out about It,
Roddy?1 Wlto told you?"
No one," ho said, In n volco un
naturally level and dry. "I went to
sco tho show on tho recommendation
of a country client, and thero oho, wns
on tho stage."
"Oh!" cried Frederica a muffled,
bnrely nudlblo cry of passionate sym
pathy. Then: "You've seen her off
tho stage talked with her?"
"I didn't ask her to explain," Bnld
Rodney. "I asked her to como homo
and sho wouldn't"
"Oh, it's wicked I" sho cried. "It's
tho most abominably selfish thing I
evor heard of I"
"Pull up, Freddy 1" he Bald. Rather
gently, though, for him. "There's no
good going on like that And besides
. You wero saying norrlet would
do anything In tho world for mo. Well,
there's something you can do. You'ro
tho only person I know who can."
nor answer wns to como around be
hind his chair, put her cheek down
bcHldo his, and reach for his hands.
'Lot's get away from tlds miserable
breakfast table," sho said. "Como up
to whero I live, where wo can bo safe
ly by ourselves; then tell mo about
it"
In front of her boudoir Are, look
ing down on her as she sat in her flow
ered wing chair, an enormously dis
tended rug-covered pillow beside her
knees wnltlng for him to drop down
on when ho felt llko It, ho began
rather cautiously to tell her what ho
wanted.
"I'll tell you tho reason why I'vo
como to you," he began, "and then
you'll see. Do you remember nearly two
years ago, tho night I got wet coming
hero to dinner the night you wero
going to marry mo off to Her-
mlono Woodruff? Wo had a long talk
afterward,, and you said, speaking of
tho chances people took getting mar-
rlcd, that It wasn't mo you worried
about but tho girl, whoever sho might
be, who married me."
Tho little gesture she mado admit
ted tho recollection, but denied Its
relevancy. She'd hnvo said something
to that effect, but ho prevented her.
"No," ho Insisted, "It wasn't Just
talk. There was something In It Af
terward, when wo wcro engaged, two
or threo times, you gavo me tips about
things. And since we've been married
. . Well, somehow, I'vo had tho
feeling that you wcro on her sldo;
that you snw things hor wny things
that I didn't sec."
"Llttlo things," sho protested; "lit
tle tiny things that couldn't possibly
matter things thnt any woman would
bo on another woman's side, as you
say, about."
But sho contradicted this statement
at once. "Oh, I did lovo herl" sho said
fiercely. "Not Just becauso sho loved
you, but becauso I thought sho was al
together adorable. I couldn't help it
And of courso that's what makes mo
so perfectly furious now that sho
CHAPTER XXI.
Frederlca's Paradox.
Two dnys lator Rodney walked In
on Fredcrlca at breakfast, alono.
"nollol" Froderlca said, holding out
n hand to him, but not rising. "Just
in time."
"Don't ring," ho snld quickly. "Pve
had nil I want My train got in an
hour ago and I had a try at tho sta
tion restaurant"
"Well, sit down, nnywny," said
Fredcrlca. Sho reached out a cool,
soft hand and laid It on one of Rod
ney's which rested limply on tho table.
Thero was rather a long silence ten
seconds, perhaps. Then:
"How did you find out about It?"
Rodney naked.
They wcro both too well accustomed
to these telepathic short-cuts to tako
any note of this one. Sho'd seen that
he know, Just with her first glanco nt
him thero In tho doorway; and some
thing n little tenderer and gontlor
than most of her caresses about tlds
ono, told him that she did.
"Harriot's back," sho said. "Sho got
In day beforo yestorday. Constnnco
said sotnelhlng to her nbout It, think
ing sho knew, They'vo thought all
fJonR; that yoa Ptf J. knew, too." And
should havo done a thing llko tills to
you."
"All right," ho said. "Never mind
nbout thnt. This is what I want you to
do. I want you to go to sco her, and I
want you to ask her, In tho first place,
to try to forgive mo."
"What for?" Frederlca demanded,
"I want you to tell her," ho went on,
"that It's impossible that she should be
moro horrified at the thing I did, than I
am myself. I want you to ask her, what
ever sho thinks my deserts arc, to do
just ono thing for me, nnd thnt is to
let mo tako her out of that perfectly
hideous place. I don't nsk anything
clso but that She can mnko any terms
sho likes. Sho can llvo whero or how
Bho likes. Only not llko that May-
bo It's a deserved punishment, but I
can't Btand itl"
Thero was tho crystallization of
what llttlo thinking he had managed to
do In tho two purgatorial days ho'd
spent In a down-stato hotel In tho in.
tervnls of fighting off tho memory of
tho dull, frozen agony ho'd seen In
Rose's face as he left her.
Frederlca, naturally, was mystified,
"That's absurd, of course, Roddy," sho
said gently. "You haven't dono any
thing to Roso to bo forgiven for."
"You'll Just have to tako my word
for It" ho said shortly. "I'm not
exaggerating."
"But Roddy I" sho persisted. "You
must bo sensible. Oh, It's no wonder 1
You'ro all worn out. You look as If
you hadn't slopt for nights. What If
you wero angry aud lost your temper
aud hurt her feelings? nenvensl
Weren't you cntUIed to, after what
sho'd dono? And when sho'd left you
to find It out llko that?"
"I tell you, you don't know tho first
thing nbout It"
"I don't suppose you beat her, did
you?"
It was too infuriating, having him
meek like thlsl
Ills reply was barely nudlblo: "I
might hotter havo dono It"
Frederlca sprang to her feet "Well,
then, I'll tell you 1" she said. "I won't
go to her. I'll go If you'll glvo mo a
freo hand. If you'll let mo tell her
what I think of what bIio'b dono nnd
tho way she's dono It not letting you
know not glvlug you a chance. But
go and beg her to forglvo you, I
won't."
"All right" ho said dully. "You'ro
within your rights, of course."
Tho miserable sccno drugged on n
llttlo ,longcr. Frederlca cried and
pleaded and stormed without moving
htm at all. IIo seemed distressed nt
her grief, urged her to treat his re
quest as If ho hadn't mado It; but ho
explained nothing, answered nono of
her questions.
It was an enormous relief to her,
and, sho fancied, to him, for that mat
ter, when, after a premonitory knock
nt tho door, Harriet walked in upon
them.
. viy. altuatlon didn't 1 wunrti ex
plaining, but Fredcrlca Bummed it up
whllo the others exchanged their cool
ly friendly greetings, with tho state
ment: "Rod's been trying to get mo to go
to Roso and say tnat It was all his
fault, and I won't"
"Why not?" snld Harriet "What
earthly thing does it matter whose
fault It is? no can have It hla fault
If lie likes."
"You know it Isn't," Frederlca mut
tered rebelllously.
Harriet seated herself delicately and
deliberately In one of the curving ends
of a llttlo Victorian sofa, and stretched
her slim legs out In front of her.
"Certnlnly I don't care whoso fault
It Is," sho said. "You never get any
where by trying to decide a question
like that. What I'm interested in Is
what can bo done ubout it It's not n
very nice situation. Nobody likes It
at least I should think Rose would
bo pretty sick of it by now. Sho may
have been crazy for a stage career, but
she's probably seen thnt tho chorus of
n third-rate musical comedy won't take
her anywhere. Tho thing's simply a
mess, and the only thing to do is to
clear It up as quickly nnd ns decently
as we enn and It can bo cleared up If
we go at It right. Of course tho thing
to do Is to get her out of that horrible
place ns soon as we can. And I sup
poso tho best way of doing it will bo
to get hor into something else tnke
her down to New fork and work her
into a small part In some good com
pany. Almost anything, If It came to
that, so long ns It wasn't music. Oh,
and have her use her own name, and
let ns make as much of it as wo can.
Faco It out Pretend we llko It I
don't say It's Ideal, but It's better than
this."
'Her own namo?" ho echoed blank
ly. "Do you mean she made one up?"
Harriet nodded. "Constance men
tloned it," sho said, "but that was be
fore I know whnt sho was talking
nbout. And of courso I couldn't go
bnck and ask. Daphne something, I
think. It sounded exactly like a chorus
name, anyhow." And then: "Well,
how ntout It? Will you play tho
game?"
Oh, yes," he said, with a docility
that surprised Frederlca. "I'll play it,
It comes to exactly the same thing,
what wo both want done, nnd our ren-
sons for doing it nro Important to no
body but ourselves."
She turned to Fredcrlca. "You, too,
Freddy?" she asked. "Will you give
your moral principles a vacation and
tako Rod's message to Rose, oven
though you may think It's Quixotic
nonsense?"
"I'll see Rose myself," said Rodney
quietly.
He was standing nenr tho foot of tho
stairs when sho camo down, with a
rnlncoat on and a newspaper twisted
up in his hand, and nt sight of her, he
took off his soft, wet hat, and crushed
It up along with the newspaper. Ho
moved over toward her, but stopped
two or threo feet nwny. "It's very
good of you to come," ho said, his
voice lacking n llttlo of the ridiculous
stiffness of his words, not much. "Is
there some place whero we can talk a
llttlo more privately than hero?
shan't keep you long."
"There's a room hero somewhere,"
she said.
Tho room sho led him to was an ap
proprlately preposterous setting for
tho altogether preposterous talk that
ensued between them. It had a mosaic
floor w!th a red plush carpet on It, two
stained-glass windows In yellow and
green, flanking an oak mantel which
framed an enormous expanse of mot
tled purple tile, with a diminutive gas-
log In the middle. A glassy-looking
onk tnblo occupied most of the room,
and tho chairs that were crowded In
around it were upholstered in highly
polished coffee-colored horse-hide, with
very ornate nails.
It's dreadfully hot in here," Roso
said. "You'd better tako oft your coat."
Sho squeezed In between tho tnblo and
ono of the chairs and seated herself.
Rodney threw down his wet hat, his
newspaper, aud then ms raincoat, on
tho table, and slid into a chair oppo
site her.
I want to tell you first," Rodney
said, and his manner was that of a
schoolboy reciting to his teacher an
apology which has been rehenrsed at
home under tho sanction of paternnl
authority "I want to tell you how
deeply sorry I am for . . ."
lie had his newspaper In his hands
again and wns twisting It up. His eyes
didn't onco seek her face. But they
might have dono so In perfect snfety,
becuuso her own wero fixed on his
hands and tho newspaper they crum
pled.
He dldn t presuroo to nsk her for-
glveuess, ho told her. Ho couldn't ex
pect that; at least not at present Ho
went on lamely, In broken sentences,
repenting what ho'd said already in
still moro Inadequate words. He was
unnble to stop talking until sho should
say something, It hardly mattered
what And sho was unablo to sny any
thing.
Tho formnllty of his phrases got
stlffcr and finally congealed Into
blank silence.
Finally she sultf, with a gasp:
have something to nsk you to forgive
mo for. That's for leaving you to find
out whero I wns, tho way you did.
You see, I thought at first that no ono
would know me, mado up and all. And
whon I found out I would bo recog
nizable, It was too lato to stop or at
least It seemed so. Besides, I thought
you know. I saw Jimmy Wallaco out
there tho opentng night, and saw ho
recognized me, nnd I thought ho'd
tell you. And then I kept seeing other
people out in front after that people
we knew, who'd como to sco for them
selves, and I thought, of course, you
knew. And I suppose I was cow
ard I waited for you to come. i
wasn't OR you thought, trying to hurt
you. But I can seo how It must have
looked llko that."
Ho said quickly: "You'ro not to
blame at all. I remember low you of
fered to tell mo what you Intended to
do before you went uway, and that I
wouldn't let you."
Silence frozo down upon them
ugaln.
"I can't forgive myself," ho said at
last "I want to tako back tho things
said that night about being dis
graced nnd ull. I was angry over not
having known when tho other people
did. It wasn't your being on tho stage.
Wo'ro not us bigoted as that.
I'vo como to ask a favor of yon,
though, and that is that you'll let me
let us nil help you. I can't bear
having you llvo like this, knocking
nbout llko this, whero all sorts oil
things can happen to you. Aud golnj:
under an assumed name. I've uJ
right to ask a favor, I know, but I do.
I ask you to take your own nume again
Roso Aldrlch. And I wunt you to
let us help you to get n better posi
tion than this, that Is, If you haven't
changed your mind about being on the
stngo; a position that will hnvo more
hope and promise In It I wnnt you to
feel that we're with you."
"Who nro we?' " Sho nccompanlcd
thnt question with a straight look into
hla eyes.
"Why," ho snld, "tho only two peo
ple I've talked with nbout It Fred
erica and Harriet. I thought you'd bo
glad to know thnt thoy felt as I did."
Tho first flash of real feeling she
had shown, was tho ono that broke
through on her repetition of tho namo
"Hurrlctl"
"Yes," he said, and ho had, for about
ten seconds, the misguided senso of dl
alcctlcal triumph. "I know a little
how you feel toward her, and maybo
she's justified It. But not In this case.
Becauso it was Harriet who made mo
see that there wasn't anything dis
graceful nbout your going on the
stage. It wns her own Idea that you
ought to use your own name und give
us a chance to help you. She'll be
only too glad to help."
During the short while she let elnpsc
before she spoke, his conviction-carrying
power of .this statement ebbed
somewhat, though he hadn't seen yet
what was wrong with It
"Yes," she said at last, "I think I
can seo Harriet's view of It 'As long
as Rose had run away and joined a
fifth-rate musical comedy in order to
bo on tho stage, and ns long as every
body knew it, the only thlng'to do wns
to get her Into something respectable
so that you could all pretend you liked
it. It was all pretty shabby, of course,
for tho Aldrlches, and, In a way, whnt
you deserved for marrying a person
llko thnt. Still, that was no reason tor
not putting tho best faco on it yoa
could.' And that's why you camo to
find mo I"
"No, it Isn't," ho snld furiously. His
elaborately assumed manner had broh
cn down anyway. "I wanted you to
know that I'd assent to anything, auy
sort of terms you wanted to make that
didn't Involve this. If It's the stage,
all right Or If you'd come home to
tho babies. I wouldn't ask anything
for myself. You could be as independ
ent of me as you aro here. . . ."
He'd have gone on elaborating this
program further, but that the look of
blank Incredulity In her face stopped
him.
"I say things wrong," ho copcluded
with a sudden humility that quenched
the spark of anger in her eyes. "I
was a fool to quoto Harriet, and I
haven't dono much better in speaking
for myself. I can't make you see.
Tell them 'tq
go ahead
Hi
WW W
I
"Oh, I can seo plainly enough,
Roddy," sho snld with a tired llttlo
grimace that was a sorry reminder of
her old smile. "I guess I see too woll.
I'm sorry to have hurt you and made
you miserable. I knew I was going to
do that, of course, when I went away,
but I hoped that, after a while, you'd
come to see my sldo of it You can't
at all. You couldn't believe that I was
happy, that I thought I was doing
something worth .doing; something
that was making me more nearly u
person you could respect und da
friends with.
"So I guess," sho concluded after a
silence, "that tho only thing for you
to do is to go homo and forget about
me ns well as you can and bo as little
miserable about mo as possible. I'll
tell you this, that may make it a little
ensler; you're not to think of mo as
sturving or miserable, or even un
comfortable for want of money. I'm
earning plenty to llvo on, nnd I've got
over two hundred dollnrs In tho bank."
There was a long silence whllo ho
sat there twisting the newspaper in
his hands, his eyes downcast, his faco
dull with tho look of defeat that had
settled over It
In the security of his averted gar,
sho took a long look at him. Thra,
with n wrench, sho looked away.
"You will let mo go now, woa't
you?" sho asked. "This is hard for
us both, and It isn't getting us any
where. Aud and I've got to nsk yrttt
not to come buck. Becauso it's impos
sible, I guess, for you to see the thlllg
my way. You've dono your best to, I
can see thnt"
ne got up out of his chair, heavily,
put on his raincoat, and stood, for a
moment, crumpling his soft hnt in his
hands, looking down at her. She
hadn't risen. Sho'd gone limp all at
once, and was leaning over tho table.
"Good-by," he said at last.
"Qood-by, Roddy." Sho watched him
walking out Into tho rnln. He'd left
his newspaper. Sho took It, gripped
it in both hands, Just as ho'd done;
then, with nn effort, got up nnd mount
ed the stairs to her room.
tTO BE CONTINUED.)
You might as well have
the use of that building you are
planning there is nothing to be
gained by waiting. There is no
prospect of prices going down
for some time after the war is
over. Go ahead and let your
contracts.
When it comes to the roof you
cdn make a real saving, and get
a better roof by specifying
Ceti
'dutteed
Roofing
CERTAIN-TEED Roll Roof
ing is not cheaper because the
quality is lower, but because it
is a less expensive roofing to
manufacture. It is better, not
only because it is cheaper, but
also because it is light weight,
weather-tight, clean, sanitary,
fire-retardent and costs practical
ly nothing to maintain.
CERTAIN-TEED Roll Roof
ing is guaranteed for 5, 10 or
IS years, according to thickness
(1, 2 or 3 ply).
Certain-teed Slate-Surfaced
Asphalt Shingles
are supplanting wood and slate shingles
for residences. They cost less, are
just as good looking, wear better, won't
fall off, buckle or split. They are fire
retardent and do not have to b
painted or stained.
Certain-teed Paint and Varnisho
The name CERTAIN-TEED
on a
can of paint or var
nish is the same guar
antee of quality and
satisfac
tion it is on a roll
of roofing or a
bundle of shingles.
Made for all uses
and in all colors.
Certain-teed
Products Corporation
New York. Chicago. Philadelphia. St. Louis'
Botton. Clcreland. Pittsburgh, Detroit, Buffalo
San Franclico, Milwaukee. Cincinnati. New
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Won't You Try to Stop
Needless Telephone Calls
the Lines Are Very Busy
and Equipment is Scarce
Tho constantly Increasing
scarcity of men nnd materials
is causing great difficulty In
getting nnd Installing tele
phone equipment for the most
urgent needs.
Long distance telephone fa
cilities aro loaded to their ut
most capacity, and local serv
ice in somo localities Is suf
fering on account of the con
ditions over which tho tele- '
phone companies have no con
trol. As the war goes on, the
government's requirements
for trained telephone men and
for service and equipment aro
Increasing. Tho present busi
ness activity Is also likely to
bo extended as tho war con
tinues. You can help the telephone
companies "do their bit" for
the government by asking for
no additional equipment un
less absolutely essential to
tho conduct of your business
nnd by putting every possible
restraint on the unnecessary
and extravagant use of the
local and long distance service.
Wonderful I
"How aro your nephew and his
bride getting ulong by this time?"
"Finer than frog hair!" triumphant
ly replied tho Mlssourlan. "They'vo
been married mighty nigh threo weeks
now, and, by ciipes, they nro still
speaking 1" Judge.
Tho winds at Curncoa are so steady
that three wireless stations depend
upon windmills for power.
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Sore fcyes, byes Inllamcd by
Sun. DuMtana Wind aulckv
TiS X J" relieved by Murine. Try It In
Vfvi C yur Eyes ana Baby's Eyes.
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