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Hunt’s Salve, formerly called Hunt’* Cura, has been sold under absolute money back guar antee for more than thirty years. It Is especially compounded for the treatment of Eczema, Itch, Ring Worm, Tetter, and other Itching akin dis eases. Thousands of letters testify to Its cnratlve properties. M. Tlmerlin, a reputable dry goods dealer In Durant, Oklahoma, saya: “I suffered with Eczema for ten years, and spent $1,000.00 for doctors' treatments, without result. One box of Hunt’s Curs entirely cured me.’’ Don’t fall to give Hunt’s Salve a trial—price 75 Cents, from your local druggist, or direct by mall If he does not handle It A. B. RICHARDS MEDICINE CO., Shermto, Texts THE ROSE-GAR DEN HUSBAND By MARGARET WIDDEMER Copyright, by J. P. Lippineott Co. I They were all waiting for her, in what felt like a hideously quiet semi circle. In Allan's dark room. Mrs. Harrington, deadly pale, and giving an impression of keeping herself alive only by force of that wanderful fight ing vitality of hers, lay almost at length In her wheel chair. There was a clergyman in vestments. There were the De Guenthers; Mr. De Guenther only a little more precise than his every day habit was. Mrs. De Guenther crying a little, softly anl furtively. Am for Allan Harrington, he lay just as she had seen him that other time, white and moveless, seeming scarcely conscious except by an effort. Only she noticed a sligh* contraction, as of pain, between his brows. "i’hy'is has come," panted .Mrs Harrington. “Now it will ho—all right. You must marry him quickly —quickly, do you hear Phylts? Oh, people will never will—do— what i want them to "Yes—yes, indeed, dear." said Phyllis, taking her hands soothingly. "We're going to nttend to it right away. “We’re going to attend to it away.See, everything is ready. It occurred to her that Mrs. Har rington was not half as correct in her playing of the part of a dying woman as she would have seen to it that anyone else was; also, that things did not seem legal without the wolfhound. Then she was shocked at herself for such irrelevant thoughts. The thing to do was to keep poor Mrs. Harrington quieted. So site beck oned the clergyman and the De Guenthers nearer, and herself sped the marrying of herself to Allan Har rington. . . . When you are being married to a Crusader on a tnml>, the easiest way is to kneel down by him. Phyllis registered this fact In her mind quite blankly, as something which might be of use to remember in future. . . . The marrying took an un necessarily long time, it seemed to her. It did not seem as if she were being married at all. It ail seemed to concern somebody else. When it came to the putting on of the wed ding ring, she found herself, very naturally, guiding Allan’s relaxed fingers to hold it in its successive places, and finally slip it on the wpU ding finger. And somehow having to do that cheeked the chilly awe she had before of Allan Harrington. It made her feel quite simply sorry for him, as If he were one of her poor little boys in trouble. And when it was all over she bent pitifully before she thought, and kissed one white, cold cheek. He seemed so tragically Help less, yet more alive, in some way. alnee she had touched his hand to guide it. Tllbn, as her lips brushed his cheek, she recoiled and colored a tittle. She had felt that slight roughness which a man’s cheek, how ever close shaven, always has—the man-feel. It made her realize un reasonably that It was a man she had married, after all, not a stone image nor a sick child—a live man! With the thought, or rather, instinct, came a swift terror of what she had dona, and a swift Impulse to rise. She was half way risen from her knees when a hand on her shoulder, and the clergyman’s voice in her ear, checked her. "Not yet,” he murmured almost inaudibly. “Stay as you are till—till Mrs. Harrington is wheeled from the room.” , Phyllis understood. She remained as she was. her body a shield before Allan Harrington's eyes, her hand just withdrawing from his shoulder, till she heard the closing of the door, and a sigh as of relaxed tension from the three people around her. Then she rose. Allan lay still with closed eye lids. It seemed to her that he had flushed, if ever so faintly, at the touch of her lips on his cheek. She laid his hand on the coverlet with her own roughened, ringed one, and fol lowed the others out, into the room where the dead woman had been taken, leaving him with his attend ant. ■'; The rest of the evening Phyllis went about In a queer-keyed, almost light hearted frame of mind. It was only the reaction from the long ex pected terror that was over now. but It felt indecorous. It was just as well, however. Some one’s head had to be kept. The servants were upset, of course, and there were many arrange ments to be made. She and Mr. De Guentlier worked steadily together, telephoning, ordering, guiding, ' straightening out all the tangles. There never was v. wedding, she thought, where the bride did so much of the work. She even remembered , to see personally that Allan's dinner I was sent up to him. The servants h:.d doubtless been told to come to i her for orders—at any rate, they did. Phyllis had not had much experience in running a house, but a good deal in keeping her head. And that, after all. is the main thing. She had a far off feeling as If she were hearing some other young woman giving swift, poised executive orders. She rather admired her. After dinner the Tie Guenthers went. And Phyllis Braithwaite, the little Liberty Teacher who had been living in a hall bedroom on much less money than she needed, found herself alon-*, sole mistress of the great Harrington house, a corps of servants, a husband passive enough to satisfy the most militant suffraget, a cheek book, a wistful wolfhound, and J500, cash, for current expenses. The last weighed on her mind more than all the rest put together. "Why, l don’t know how to make current expenses out of all that!” she had said to Mr. De Guenther. “It looks to me exactly like about 10 months’ salary! I'm perfectly cer tain I shall get up In my sleep and try to pay my board ahead with it, so 1 shan't have it all spent before the 10 months are up! There was a blue bead necklace,” she went on medita tively, “In the Five-and-Ten, that I always wanted to buy. Only 1 never quite felt I could afford it. Oh, just imagine going to the Five-and-Ten and buying at least $5 worth of things you dinn’t need!” “You have great discretionary pow ers—great discretionary powers, my dear you will find” Mr. De Guenther said, as he patted her shoulder, Phyl lis took it as a compliment at the time. “Discretionary powers" sound ed as if he thought she was a quite intelligent young person. It did not occur to her till he had gone, and she was alone with iter check book, that it meant she had a good deal of lib erty to do as she liked. It seemed to be expected of her to stay. Nobody even suggested a pos sibility of her going home again, even to pack her trunk. Mrs. De Guenther casually volunteered to do that, a lit tle after the housekeeper had told her where her rooms were. She had been consulting with the housekeeper for what seemed ages, when she happen ed to want some pins for something. and asked for her suit case. "It's in your rooms," said the house keeper. "Mrs. Harrington—the late Mrs. Harrington, I should say—’’ Phyllis stopped listening at this point. Who was the present Mrs. Har rington? she wondered. Why—she was! So there was no Phyllis Braith walte any more! Of course not. Yet she had always liked the name so—well, a last name was a small thing to give up. . . . Into her mind ilitted an in congruous, silly story she had heard once at the li brary, about a girl whose last name was Rose, and whose parents chris tened her Wild, because the combina tion appealed to them. And then she married a man named Bull. . . . Meanwhile the housekeeper had been going on. . . . “She had the bedroom and bath opening from the other side of Mr. Allan’s day room ready for you, madam. It’s been ready several weeks." “Has it?" said Phyllis. It was like Mrs. Harrington, that careful plann ing of even where she should be put. “Is Mr. Harrington In liis day room now?" For some reason she did not at tempt to give herself, she did not want to see him again just now. Be sides, it was nearly 11 and time a very tired girl was in bed. She wanted a good night’s rest, before she had to get up and be Mrs. Har rington, with Allan and the check book and the current expenses all tied to her. Some one had laid everything out for her in the bedroom; the filmy new nightgown over a chair, the blue satin mules underneath, her plain foilet things on a dressing table, and over another chair the exquisite Ivory crepe negligee with its floating rose jribbons. She took a hasty bath— there wUS so much hot water that she was quite reconciled for a moment to being a check booked and wolf hounded Mrs. Harrington—and slid straight into bed without even stopping to braid her loosened, honey colored hair. It seemed to her that she was bare ly asleep when there came an urgent knocking at her door. "yes?" she said sleepily, looking mechanically for her alarm clock as she switched on the light. "What is it please?" “It’s I, Wallis, Mr. Allan's man, madame." said a nervous voice. “Mr. Allan’s very bad. I’ve done all the usual things, but nothing seems to quiet him. He hates doctors so, and they make him wrought up—please I could you come, ma'am? He says as how all of ua are all dead—oh, please, Mrs. Harrington:’’ There was panic in the man's voice. “All right." said Phyllis sleepily, dropping to the floor as she spoke with the rapidity that only the alarm clock broken know. She snatched the negligee around her, and thrust her feet hastily into the blue satin slip pers—why, she was actually using her wedding finery! and what an easily upset person that man was! But ev erybody in the house seemed to have nerves on edge. It was no wonder about Allan—he wanted his mother, of course, poor boy! She felt, as she ran fleetly across the long room that separated her sleeping quarters from her husband’s, the same mixture of pity and timidity that she had felt with him before. Poor boy! Poor, silent, beautiful statue, with his one friend gone! She opened the door and entered swiftly into his room. She was not thinking about herself at all, only of how she could help Allan, but there must have besen something about her or the picture book angel to the pain racked man, lying tensely at length in the room's darkest corner. Her long, dully gold hair, loosening from its twist, flew out about her, and her face was still flushed with sleep. There was a something about her that was vividly alight and alive, perhaps the light in her blue eyes. From what the man had said Phyl ns nau mougni .aiiun was iiem ious, but she saw at once that he was only In severe pain, and talking more dis connectedly, perhaps, than the slow minded Englishman could follow-. He did not look like a statue now. His cheeks were burning with evident pain, and his yellow brown eyes, wide open, and dilated to darkness, stared straight out. His hands unclenching, and his head moved restlessly from side to side. Every nerve and muscle, she could see, was taut. ‘‘They're all dead,” he muttered. ‘‘Father and mother and I.ouise—and I—only I’m not dead enough to bury. Oh, God, I wish I was!” That wasn't delrium; it was some thing more like heart break. Phyllis moved closer to him, and dropped one of her sleep warm hands on his cold, clenched one. ‘‘Oh, poor boy!" she said. “I'm so sorry—so sorry!” She closed her hands tight over both his. Some of her strong young itality must have passed between them and helped him, for almost immediately his tenseness relaxed a little, and he looked at her. “You—you’re not a nurse,” he said. “They go around—like—like a— vault-” She had caught his attention! That was a good deal, she felt. She forgot everything about him, except that lie was some one to be comforted, and her charge. She sat down on the bed by him, still holding tight to his hands. ^ “No, indeed,” she said, bending nearer him, her long loose hair fall ing forward about her resolutely smiling young face. “Don't you re member seeing me? I never was a nurse.” ‘‘What—are you?” he asked feebly. “I'm—why, the children call me the Liberry Teacher,” she answered. It occurred to her that it would be bet ter'to talk on brightly at random than risk speaking of his mother to him, as she must if she reminded him of their marriage. “I spend my days In a basement, making bad little boys get so interested in the higher culture that they’ll forget to shoot crap and smash windows.” One of the things which aided Phyl lis to rise from desk assistant to one of the children’s room librarians was a very sweet and carrying voice—a voice which arrested even a child's attention, and held his interest. It held Allan now; merely the sound of it, seemingly. j "Go on—talking,” he murmured. Phyllis smiled and obeyed. "Sometimes the higher culture dosn’t work,” she said. “Yesterday one of my imps got hold of a volume of Shaw, and in half an hour his aunt marched in on me and threatened I don’t know what to a library that ‘taught chilren to disrespect their Jawful guardeens.’ ’’ “I remember now," said Allan, “You are the girl in the blue dress. The girl mother had me marry. remember.” “Yes," said Phyllis soothingly, and a little apologetically. "I know. But that—oh, please, it needn't make a bit of difference. It was only so I could see that you were looked aftei properly, you know. I'll never be in the way, unless you want me to dc something for you.” “I don’t mind,” he said listlessly, as he had before. . . . "Oh, this dreadful darkness, and mother dead in it somewhere!” “Wallis,” calld Phyllis, swiftly “turn up the lights!” The man slipped the close greer silk shades from the electric bulbs Allan shrank as if he had been hurt. "I can't stand the glare," he cried “Yes, you can for a moment," sh< said firmly. “It’s better than thi ghastly green glow.” It was ^probably the first time A1 ■ ■ . ... lan Harrington had been contradicted since his accident. He said nothing more for a minute, and Phyllis di rected Wait is to bring a sheet of pink tissue paper from her suitcase, where she remembered it lay in the folds of some new muslin thing. Un der her direction still, he wrapped the globes in it and secured it with string. “There!" she told Allan trium phantly when Wallis was done. “See. there is no glare now; only a pretty rose colored glow. Better than the green, isn’t it?" Allan looked at her again. “You are—kind," he said. "Mother said —you would be kind. Oh. mother— mother!" He tried" uselessly to lift one arm to cover his convulsed face, and could only turn his head a little aside. “You can go. Wallis.” said Phyllis softly, with her lips only. “Be in the next room." The man stole out and shut the door softly. Phyllis herself ' rose and went toward the window, and busied herself in braiding up her hair. There was almost silence in the room for a few minutes “Thank—you," said Allan brokenly. “Will you—come back, piea.se"" She returned swiftly, and sat by him as she had before. "Would you mind—holding my wrists again?” he asked. “t feel quieter, somehow, when you do—not so— lost." There was a pathetic boyishness in his tone that the sad prepare you for. Phyllis took his wrists in her warm, strong hands obediently. “Are you in pain. Allan?" she , asked. “Do you mind if i call you Allan? it's the easiest way." He smiled at her a little, faintly. It occurred to her that perhaps the novelty of her was taking his mind a little from his own feelings. “No—no pain. I haven't had. any for a very long time now. Only this dreadful blackness dragging at my mind, a blackness the light hurts " “Why!" said Phyllis to herself, be ing on known ground here— "why. it’s nervous depression! I believe cheer ing up would help. I know. ' she said aloud: “i’ve had it." “You?" he said. “Put you seem so —happy!" "I suppose I am." said Phyllis shy ly. She fell a little afraid of “poor Allan" still, now that there was noth ing to do for him, and they wore talk ing together. And he hud not ana ' wered her question, either: doubtless I he wanted her to say “Mr. Allan" or ’ even "Mr. Harrington!” He replied j to her thoughts in the uncanny way l invalids sometimes do. "You said something about what | we were to call each other,” he mur mured. "It would be foolish, of course, not to use first names. Yours is Alice, isn't it?" Phyllis laughed. "Oh, worse than that!” she said. “I was named out of a poetry book, 1 believe—Phyllis Narcissa. P.ut I always conceal the Nareissa.” (To be continued next week.) WOMAN WILL SEEK SEAT IN CONGRESS Mrs. Helen C. Statler. Mrs. Helen C. Statler of Kalama zoo, Mich., has announced her can didacy for nomination for con gress on the Republican ticket from the Third Michigan district. She has been indorsed by a committee of Michigan women headed by Mrs.; . Caroline Bartlett Crane, well known authority on civic conditions. Mrs.' Statler is the daughter of Col. F. W. Curtenius, Civil war officer, and granddaughter of J. P. Woodbury, one of Michigan’s leading financiers in the "70s and '80s. She is a gradu ate of Wells college. There are 47.000 American women rnar 1 ried to enemy aliens, whose property t la now In the hands of the alien prop erty custodian, and for whose relief the custodian thinks legislation should be enacted. i