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ONE WAY STREET

By JOSEPH McCDRD

CHAPTER ,9

When Jean went to the store Monday morning she watched for an opportunity to have a. few words with Emory Stewart.

"May I speak to you just a mo- merit?" she asked him, when a glance into the ofiice showed him to be alone at his desk.

“Of course. Jean. Come in. I \vas going to send for you."

She came directly to her errand.

"Mr. Sturges asked me io stay here with you, Mr. Stewart."

"I_ know. He took the matter up with our friend and everythings all right. I'm sure. I hope you've decided to remain. You he added ruefully, "I would feel very badly if you didn't. I would be to blame."

"Oh, no. I had made up my mind

to go. but . . something has happened. My father's coining home."

"That's fine! He's been paroled. you mean?" "Yes, sir."

"Then it seems to me your prob- lem is settled, Jean. You should keep your position by all means."

"I suppose so. But it's going to be pretty difficult . . . at first."

“All the more reason. then."

"Perhaps. I promised Mr. Sturges I wouldn't do‘ any-thing without letting him know. But, now that this has happened. I thought it would be easier to talk with you."

"Of course. Go right on with your work and don't worry. I will explain matters to Mr. Sturges. Shall we call it settled?"

"If you think best."

"I do.” Stewart tapped thought- fully on the edge of a desk tray with his pencil. “Jean . . . ?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Dc you know when your father will reach home?"

“Mother had u letter Saturday afternoon. It said he would be here Wednesday . , . about noon."

“I see." Stewart. frowned thought- fully, then resumed abruptly. “I've lmown your father a long time. Jean, You were very close to him."

""'Yes, sir . . . I was."

"I wonder if you have tried to imagine just what his homecoming wTll mean. To him. I mean. He was a very sensitive man. my clear. You rfiiist prepare yourself for a. change fiihlm . . . perhaps a great change. It's going to very difficult for him to pick up the threads again."

"I know."

‘fwednesday, you say . . . " Stewart opened a desk drawer and hunted through it. "I was sure I had some time-tables . . Here they are. Let's see . . . " The pen- cllhpolnt was searching slowly. "Plhat means he's leaving Edgelake at eight-forty-three . . . Gascoyne Junction at twelve-two. Jean. there's a. train leaving Gorham a little before eleven that meets the southbound somewhere above the Junction. Why don't you plan to take that?"

"I don't quite understand."

4‘! mean for you to be at Gas- coyne when your father's train comes in. Meet him and ride down together. I believe it will make all the difference in the world if your father can see some one he loves before he has to face his old sur- roundings. You're the one he should see’ because . , . well. because you have the necessary self-control, for one thing. What do you say?"

"Would it help him . . much?"

.“I know it. And you'll be repaid a thousand fold." Stewart spoke earnestly, fully aware that the girl was dreading the prospect. "You'll have nearly fifteen minutes at Gascoyne . . . no chance of miss- ing his train."

"Are you sure?"

.“It's here in black and white. If I were you, I wouldn't bother to come down here Wednesday morn- ing. If there's any explaining to be done, I'll attend in it. Is it going to he too difficult?"

‘No . . " Jenn returned hesi- iatingly. "It's Just/that I hadn't thought of it. Are you sure he will want to see me . . . like that?"

"If I were in his place. I would want it more than anything in the world."

"I'll go, Mr. Stewart, ‘Iltank you."

lilmory Stewart was kinder than he. knew when he warned Jean that she would‘ find her father

reatlychanged by his years be- glnd the gloomy walls cf Edgelake Prison.

The slight man who shuffled timldly through the streets on his way to the railroad station, that following Wednesday morning, bore but scant resemblance to the one- time bank employee of Gorham.

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‘play close to that family. They're

His suit oi’ clothing was cheap and ill-fitting. He wore a. cap pulled low over the dark eyes that peered

furtivelyfl-ie walked close to the atura, buildings always, as though trying n

to make himself as it spicuous QIIGYQY

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John Sawyer was going home restorer’

today. '

strangely enough, he was John Sawyer. For what had seemed a life-time. he had been a number only—$15552.”

The five digits were stamped on the back of the denim jacket into which he had thrust his lean shoulders every morning. In other obtrusive ways they had dominated his activities at Edgelake.

Now, the number had “ '* ‘i into the prison files. l-Iis own name had been handed back to him. .

It was a parting gift. The same as the suit of clothes Sawyer had scanned curiously before donning, dreading to discover that lurking "15552." There also was a five-dol- lar bill and true words of advice about living up to the condition of his parole; If he "went straight" he might save both himself and his State considerable trouble.

"I'm not very much worried about you. Sawyer," the warden assured him with a friendly smile. "You're no crook. I believe you've squared your account pretty much in full."

"I've tried to, Warden."

"Well, I wish more of the boys would follow your example. If I ever can do anything to help you. I wantyoutocometome . . .asa friend. You'll find it hard to go back and face things But. you'll do it. Keep a stiff upper lip and

your best bet."

"I know that."

"And don't have any more to do with your local authorities than you have to. Sometimes the police are tempted to take some advantage of men like you. Know what I mean?"

"I think so. sir."

"A1l right, then. Good-bye, Saw- yer. Lots of luck.

These words came back to the traveller when he found himself alone on the train at last. It was luck to be here. Alone. He kept thinking of that 8s he huddled close to an open window of the day coach, fingers of one hand drum- ming nervously on the cinder- sprinkled sill. How good the beat of the warm wind on his face. A long time since he really had breathed.

For the moment. Sawyer was oblivious to the curious glances of his nearest neighbors. His cap could not conceal the fact that the gray hair beneath it was cropped close to the scull. That hair cut, his clothing, and. above all, the pe- culiar pallor of his face catalogues him pltilessly. As final evidence of his stay behind bars, his lips moved almost constantly and without sound-

Conversation with others would break him of that.

Merrily the wheels clicked over the rushing rail joints. Their cad- ence seemed to be caught by the telegraph poles marching swiftly to the rear, hands joined. Restful to see fields again. The velvety green of winter wheat, stubble of last year's corn swinging past in rows, scattered patches of wood- land with their fresh foliage.

Yet fear sat close to John Sawyer and looked over his shoulder.

There was no escaping the dread of seeing familiar faces of meeting former friends. The released man found himself speculating if it would be possible to leave the train at one of thme small towns . .. tc try to find work on a farm, to bury himself and his past for a time. No use. Too great a risk. And there was too much to make up to that family . . . to Bunkie. She had tried so hard to take his place. Not fair . . . not fair.

Strange John Junior never had written. He should have been a great help to his mother these past few-years. A fine father he had been to the boy. To Peggy and Madge . . poor baby. She wouldn't know him. What had they told her about her daddy 7

Thoughts of his youngest child drew Sawyers attention to a par- cel on the seat beside him. He fumbled open the “ewspapu wrap- pings and found the unwinklng eyes of a doll peering at him. A stiff figure of wood. cleverly Jointed. Cotton thread accounted for its scant trusses. The dress, of turkey red, had sometime done service u a handkerchief. All this was the handiwork of I- fonncr cell-block neighbor. Old Donnegun was in the ” “ 1 ward. He never would come out. Very near the end of that life sentence, Donnegcn.

Sawyer rewmppcd the doll with c aim and turned again to the window. Ho cringcd when a loco- motive flashed put within a few fact of his face. That would be the northbound local.

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Mr. T. Pott Says:

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There's alot to besaid for an extra cup or two of tea a day —especially when it is good tea like MORSETS TEA.

a Dorothy Dixie Letter Box

How Can ,W1fe of Contrary Man Manage to Please Hlm?—S0rry Plight of Man Who , . . . Can t Make Wife Realize He Loves I Her After Shaking Her Faith 1n Him

Dear Miss DiX—When I married I thought I knew all the rules about

making a husband happy and using tact and diplomacy in getting along

with him. Especially was I strong about catering to his taste. Here is what happened: We don't like the same breakfast CBWBI- 51111916, I thought, I'll buy two kinds, which I do. He thinks it is extravagant. We don't like the same vegetables and I thought life had too much trouble Ln it to add to the grief by stufling down vegetflbles that we loathe. vegetables and my vegetables, but he thinks we should have his kind one night and my kind the next. Then there is salad and dessert. lie doesn't like Salad and I have to count the calor-

»ies, but he doesn't enjoy his whiped cream and cake because I am not fattening up on them. We Planned a vacation and because I said I didn't can where we went because everything would be new and thrilling to me, he accuses me or not taking any interest in the trip.

I have worked hard at staying young and beautiful and my reward for that is his exclaiming: "My God. when I married you I supposed you would naturally get old and put on weight and get a few wrinkles here and there and sort of fade out generally. Instead, you are better-looking now than when I married you. You've got more style." Worst of all. when I offer him his night out each week he refuses to budge from the fireside and wants to know if I am trying to get rid of him.

So what? I have done my best to observe all the rules and regu- lations for a happy marriage and apparently they have slipllfld a cog some way. Understand I am not kicking about my husband. 1 haven't seen one anywhere I would trade him for. He loves me. He is generous. Has no bad habits and thinks my family swell. But still I would like to know where I have fallen down. SALLY. Answer:

They say that all signs fail in dry weather, Sally. Doubtless the same is true in marriage and no rules and regulations apply to all cases. The most we can do is to generalize about the holy estate and to suggest that certain remedies are likely to be eflicacious for certain ills.

But husbands differ and each one has to be dealt with according to his individual idiosyncrasies. Most husbands, for instant-e, are amenable to amlability and purr under the hand of the wife who strokes their fur the right way, but there are men who are born scrappers who are never happy unless they ‘are in a fight and who start something the minute they get home. _

If there is roast beef for dinner. they want to know why it isn't chick- an. If the lights are turned on, they row about the waste of electricity. If the house is dark, they call it a tomb. If the wife asks how's business. they accuse her of prying into their affairs. If she doesn't, they want to know how a man can get along if he has a wife who doesn't take my inter- est in his career.

Evidently you have got one of the chronic fault-finders whom noth- lnil on earth would- please. He gets his pleasure out of hammering you and probably he is terribly disappointed that you laugh things of! and try to placate him instead of going to the mat with him and making scenes. The only infallible rule for managing a. husband is to study your man and then fight with him, or soft-soap him, as the case demands.

' . ' . t ‘ DOROIHY DIX.

Dear Dorothy Dix-A couple of years ago I had a serious affair with a woman and only my father's fine sense of balance and logical reason- ing kept me from divorcing my wife and marrying this woman. Now 1 realize that I never stopped loving my wife and that my feeling for thil other woman was just a passing infatuation. I have told my wife this and she says it makes her happy to know it, but I can feel her reserva- tions and that she doesn't really believe it. ‘Phat she doesn't trust me and that she thinks I am making the best of the situation with a 800d grace and may leave her when our son is grown. This is not true. Her behavior in that difficult time endeared her to me more than ever. I could stand my unhappiness, but she, too, is short of happlnessthat we would both have if I could overcome the fear that I see in her eyes. We are wasting precious time and missing so much that we might have if she could treat me as she did before this trouble came up. Can anything bc done? A BAPTLED HUSBAND. Answer:

What's done, is done, and it can never be changed. No woman whose husband has betrayed her can ever really forget it. It ls always a wound in her heart that never heals, and the relationship between them can nev- er be the beautiful, joyous thing it was when she trusted him implicity. But when a wife does forgive her husband for his disloyalty she does herself ,as well as him, a great wrong when she doesn't wipe the slate cleanand matte herself forget as far as possible his oflense against her. She should never let herself think of it if she can help it, and we can con- trol our thoughts if we try hard enough. She should never speak o] it. She should never reproach him with it. She should never adopt. the martyr, Flor her happiness depends upon her acceptance of the situation and upon her relegating lt to the back-grmlnd of their livcl ll just as unpleasant ,' ‘ which is finished and best forgotten,

And it is the only way in which the wife can possibly keep the trag- edy from occurring again, for no man is going to be faithful to the wife who keeps him perpetually on the stool of repentance, who is forever throw- ing his weakness in his face and making him feel how good and kind and angelic she is in taking such a sinner back. He wants a. wife who is happy and glad to be his wife, one who loves him. No one who 80cc about and 11s: depressed and who reminds him at every turn that he has mined her

If a wmnan is big enough and strong enough to forgive find forget, u the phrase goes; if she has sense enough to realize that a man's unfaith- fulness is very often Just the satisfying of a bodily hunger and has no more significance thanhis eating when he ls hungry or drinking when he is thirsty, then there is no reason why her marriage should be spoiled by his having once strayed off the strait and narrow Path. Often such a husband comes back to his wife more in love with hcr than Over because he has got a bigger measure of her character, because he compares bur with n. lesser woman and realises how miserable he would have been if be had wrecked hls balm for a passing fancy. -

And the husband who has sinned all-inst his wife and truly upwind mlybctrulted._ Hebnhldhislucon. - Lnonarngmx.

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There are few flavors that would claim precedence over that of coi- (Q9 when used in l. dessert. Them m a glut mmy mill-in N"! ggggmy mixtures that In given dc- lightlul aim-mu by W“ ‘build not be recnrdedu entirely I b"-

maker.

Two excellent instances of worth- while excepti follow-one a Jelly. completely 81111916 W m?" m“ "'7 delicious eatinl; $110 “h” l W5‘ turd-like mixture with whipped 3 cream folded into it.

Coffee Jelly ‘II-lore is comethinl V"! ffllillwl“ about combining l. little fresh lemon with the coffee that flavors this mixture. And not only u um addi- ‘tlon valuable on the flflvflfllil BN6-

A certain amount of acid in the mixture has its effect upon the 861' atine that stiflms it-makes a dif- ference in the DIOWi-Ymns ‘"34- You will find this a tender. yet suf- ficiently um, mould-

3 cups fresh hot coflec

2 tablespoons gelatin!

V, elm cold water ,/

9t cup sugar

Few grains salt

2 ta. lemons Juice Whipped cream

Make fresh ccflee. Soak gelatin: in cold wafer, dissolve m a cups hot

salt. Strain and add lemon Juice. Chill in wet moulds large or indivi- dual. Serve with topping of whip- ped creun, when desired.

"Egbert," said one high school boy to the other, "I want to ask you l very personal question: If I take a girl out for the evening and show her a good time at the movies and Oflbhg way home buy her an ice cream soda, do you think I should kiss her when I tell her goodbye?" Egbert gave the proposition in- tensive study.

"No, Clarence," he aid at length, "don't you klu her. You've done quite enough for her!"

For s. lad who had recently got himself engaged to o beautiful and attractive young woman his face was radiating a surprisingly small amount of rapture.

“I've got a nve-thousuid-l-ycar girl," he confided gioomily.

"Well, then." said his friend, heartily, "you're fixed for life."

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The HOUSE WIFE and HER ACUVITYES

,Werc men in one another ls kind as God to all, Then no man on his brother (qr help would vainly call; On none for idle wasting would honest labor frown; And none to riches hosting would tread his neighbor down. -'1‘hos. Toke Lynch

HAVE LANDSCAPE PAINTING ON YOUR. FINGERNAILS

Believe it or not, the latest vogue in beauty culture in Inndon. is the introduction of Jubilee fingernails. m9 41961811 is made on tho mil by stcncilling and the pattern is c Patriotic one of red, white and blue, surmounted with a. golden crown.

N!!! Flint/ill! is on the increase, and artists who can depict might. urc landsca or midget portraits‘ an finding a new market.

IMPROVING GREEN SALADS

Slight du-nges of flavor will give new interest w green minds which otherwise become ‘cnous u the summer advances

A little lemon Juice or a sprinkle of cosfor sugar will improve any green salad.

Occasionally add chopped apple sprinkled with lemon Juice, shredd- ed nutuitium leaves or chopped aunt to the other ingredients.

Instead of thinly slicing every- thing used for glmishing, fry cut- ting small tomatoes in halves and little sieved volt of

decorative cutters. Keep lctl/ucc crisp

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ties seldom arouse more than P85- sing interest, yet the problem of replacement is of the greatest im- portance. When ties and labor alike were cheap, nobody worried greatly’ about the cost of purchase or place- ment. In certain locations the tie life of some species was short. De- cay began and rapidly reduc ‘- a first-class tie to a useless piece of rotten wood. The tic was replaced by another, and the cycle repeated until mounting costs made longer lifc for ides imperative, Ties were treated with various substances. oolscno to fungoua growths. In the treating process heat was used. and the demand for knowledge of the cflect of the treating process upon the strength of the tie became insistent.