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o' y."" V\'2-f - ^ 7" THE HcHflXRY PLAINBEA.I*ER, JfeHENBT* ML3 a -&W- te'-> r-. ^ JP' „ tgjrr 31 The Rea l Adventure N O V E L . By Henry Kitchell Webster :V. AP • SJ 8v* ;' m-.u\ m ^ r\ k' " <CD"Tl<tlt l918> Th0 Bofrbfc-MwriU Company) v *' , CHAPTER XIV--Continued. ' J? $ i --10-- **'„ "Ton won't even give me the poor, " ftattsfaction of knowing what you're he said. 4 "I'd love to," she said* "to be able to || / "write to you, hear from you every day. V r l^tit I don;t believe you want to know. ff" < " I think it would be too hard for you. V^BocaUse you'd have to promise not to try to get me back--not to come and rescue me If 1 got into trouble and things went badly end I didn't know Where to turn. Could you promise . < h a t , R o d d y ? " v . " He gave a groan and burled Ills face j|h .his hands. Then : "No," he said Variously. "Of course ; I couldn't. See you suffering and stand by with my hands in my pockets and watch!" He sprang up and seized her by the arms in » grip that actually left bruises, and fairly shook her in the ..agony of his entreaty. "Tell me it's a nightmare, Rose," he said. "Tell me it Isn't true. Wake me up out of it." But under the iDdomitable resolution Of her blue eyes he turned away. This Was the last appeal of that sort that : Jse made. . 'Til promise," she said presently, "to rlpfe sensible--not to take any risks f don't have to take. I'll regard my life, aind my health and all, as something Ito keeping in trust for you. I'U take plenty of warm, sensible clothes when I go; lots of shoes and stockings-- things like that; and, if you'll let me-- mi borrow a hundred dollars to start myself off with. It isn't a tragedy. Roddy--not that part of it. You Wouldn't be afraid for anyone else as big and strong and healthy as L" ^ Gradually, out c.f a welter of scenes llkej^that, the thing got itself recog­ nized as something that was to happen. Bbt the parting came at last In a little different way from any they had fore­ men. Rodney came home from his office ... early one afternoon, with a telegram * that summoned him to New Tork to a conference of counsel in a big public- utility case he had been working on for months. He must leave, if he were <olng at all, at five o'clock. He ran­ sacked the house, vainly at first, for Bose, and found her at last in the trunk room--dusrty, disheveled, sobbing quietly over something she hugged in her arms. But she dried her eyes and Cftme over to him and asked him what It was that'had brought him home so early. He showed Iter the telegram. "Iil imve to leave in an hour," he said, ,*tf I'm to go." She paled at tint, and sat "down Sther giddily on tbe> trunk. "Tou list go," she said, "of course. And-- Boddy, I guess that'll be the easiest way. I'll get-my telegram tonight-- pretend to get it--from Portia. And you can give me the hundred dollars, aiid then, when you come back, I'll be ' • : The thing she had been holding In her hands slipped to the floor. He stooped and picked It up--stared at it With a sort of _ ha If-wakened recogni- ROSE ALDRICH LEAVES HER HUSBAND AND THE TWINS AND GOES FORTH INTO THE UNKNOWN WORLD , MAKE A LIVING AND LEARN LIFE'S VALUES am.: SYNOPSIS.--Rose Stahton, a young woman living In modest cir­ cumstances, marries wealthy Rodney Aldrich and for more than a year lives in lultury and laziness. This life disgusts her. She plans to do something useful, but feels that the profession of motherhood Is big enough for any woman, and looks forward eagerly to the birth of her baby. She has twins, however, and their care Is taken entire­ ly out of her hands by a professional nurse. Intense dissatisfaction with the useless life of luxury returns to Rose. She determines to go out and earn her living; to make good on her own hook. She and her doting husband have some bitter scenes over the wife's "whim." What she goes and does is described In this installment. V~«. ' % - *1, "j f-found It," she explained, "among some old things Purtla sent over when •he moved. Do you know what it is? It's one of the notebooks that got wet-- Ifcat first night when we were put bff -#e street car. Aid--Roddy, look!" She opened it to an almost blank page, and with a weak little laugh pointed to the thing that was written ; there: "March 15, 1912!" ,/>.: "Your birthday, yon see, and the 0ay lie met each other." And then, down below, the only note ihe had made during tye whole of that lecture, he read: "Never marry a man •'Jflth a passion for principles." I "That's the trouble with us, you see," Jjfae said. "If you were just an ordl- «ary man without any big passions or Anything, it wouldn't matter much if -flPour life got spoiled. But with us, you see, we've got to try for the blg- ,fest thing there is. Oh, Roddy, Roddy (darling! Hold me tight for just a minute, and then I'll come and help pack. " i CHAPTER XV. The World Alone, ^ u . the first' week's rent then," « «ald Rose, handing the landlady three ^ dollars, "and I think you'd better give me a receipt showing till when. It's paid for." The landlady had tight gray hair land a hard-bitten hatchet face. She : Shad no charms, one would have said, *ef person, mind or manner. But it iwas nevertheless true that Rose was irentlng this room largely on the 4? *trength of the landlady. She was so j; Jhiuch more humanly possible than any f } jj>f the others at whose placarded doors ,'4 • , pRose had knocked or rung ] . .! , 1- kThe landlady went away to write 1$ , "j» receipt. Rose closed the door after '>#' i ' ther and locked it. » She 41dn't particularly want to keep 4 ", ^nybody out- In a sense In whiHi i ? » 1 had never been quite true before, --ithls wa,s her room, a roytu where any- •V ••• 1one lacking her specific invitation to, Renter would be an intruder--a condi- •*'. jtion which had not obtained either in Jlier motlier's house or in Itodney's. 1 She smiled widely over the absurdity ' I of indulging in a pleasurable feeling of lv (^possession in a squalid little cubbyhole -llike this. Ihe wall paper was stained out upon from her grimy window, the difference between It and that which she had been wont to contemplate through Florence McCrea's exquisitely leaded casements was simply plunet- ary. , And yet, queerly enough, in terms or literal lineal measurement, the dis­ tance between the windows themselves was less thtin a thousand "yards. And. such is the enormous social and spir­ itual distance betwieen North Clark- street and The Drive, she was as safely hidden"here, as completely out of the orbit of any of her friends, or even of her friends' servants, as she could have been" in New York or San Fran­ cisco. •' v'!V • Of course, wherever she went, what­ ever she did, there'd always be the risk that someone who coukl Carry back news to Rodney's friends would rec­ ognize her. -It was a risk that had to be taken. At the same time she'd protect the secret as well as she could. There were two people, though, it couldn't be kept from--Portia and her mother. The story given out to Rod­ ney's friends being that Rose was in California with her mother and Portia, left the chance always open for some contretemps which would lead to her mother's discovering the truth in a sur­ prising and shocking way. But the truth itself, confidently stat­ ed, not as a tragic ending, but as the splendid, hopeful beginning of a life of truer happiness for Rose and her hus­ band, needn't be a shock. So this was what Rose had borne down upon her In her letter to Portia. . . . I h a v e f o u n d t h e b i g t h i n g c o u l d n ' t be had without a fight," she wrote. "You shouldn't be surprised, because you've probably found out for yourself that noth­ ing worth Jifivlng comes very easily. But you're not to worry about me, nor be afraid for me. because I'm going to win. I'm making the flght, somehow, for you as 'well as for myself. I want you to know that. I think that realizing I "was living your life as well as- mine. Is what has given me the courage to start. . . . "I've got some plans, but I'm not golog to tell you what they are. But I'll write to you every weelt and tell you what I've done, and I want you to write to Rodney. I want to be sure that you understand this: Rodney isn't to blame for what's happened. We haven't quarreled, and I believe we're farther in love with tach other than we've ever been before. 1 know I am with him. .... Break this thing to mother as gently as you like, but t e l l h e r e v e r y t h i n g b e f o r e y o u s t o p . . . . . This letter written and dispatched, she had worked out the details of her departure with a good deal of cafe. In her own house, before the servants, she had tried to act just as she would have done had hor pretended telegram really come from Portia. Her bag was packed, her trunk was gone, her motor waiting at the door to take her to the station, when the maid Doris brought the twins home from their airing. This wasn't chance, but prearrangement. "Give them to me," Rose said, "and then you may go up and tell Mr*. Ruston she may have them in a few minutes." . She took them it-.to her bedroom and laid, them side by side on her bed. They had thriven finely--justified, so far as that went, Harriet's decision in favor of bottle feeding. Had she died back there in that bed of pain, never come out of the ether at all, they'd still be just like this--plump, placid, methodical. Rose had thought of that a hundred times, but it wasn't what she was thinking of now. The thing that caught her as she was looking down on them, was a wava of sudden pity. She saw them sudenly as persons with the long road all ahead of them, as a boy and a girl, a youth and a maid, a man and a woman. She'd never thought of them like that before. The baby she had looked forward to--the baby she hadn't luid-- had never been thought of that way, either. It was to be something to pro­ vide her, Rose, with an occupation; to make an alchemic change in the very substance of her life. The transmuta­ tion hadn't taken place. She surmised now, dimly, that she hadn't deserved it should. , "You've never had a mother at all, you poor little mites," she said. "But you're going to have one some day. You're going to be able to come to her with your troubles, because she'll have had troubles herself. She'll help you bear your hurts, because she's had hurts of her own.1 And she'll be able to teach you to stand the gaff, because she's stood it her­ self." For the first time since they were born, she was thinking of their need of. her rather than of her need of them, and with that thought came, for the first time, the surge of passionate ma­ ternal love that she had waited for so long in vain. There was, suddenly, an intolerable ache In her breast that could only have been satisfied by crush­ ing them up against her breast; kiss­ ing their hands--their feet. Rose stood there quivering, giddy with the force of it. "Oh, you dar­ lings!" she said. "But wait--wait un­ til I deserve it!" And, without touch­ ing theiu at all, she went to the door and opened it. Mrs. Ruston and Doris were both waiting In the hall. "I must go now," she said, "Good-by. Keep them carefully for me." Her voice was steady, and, though her eyes were bright, there was no trace of tears upon her cheeks. But there was a kind of glory shining in her face that was too much for Doris, who land faded; there was an Iron bed--the I turned away ftnd sobbed loudly. Even lowed a porter to carry her bag Into the waiting room. There she tipped the porter, picked up the bag herself, and walked out the other door; crossed over to Clark street and took a street car. At Chicago avenue she got off, and walked north, keeping her eyes open for placards advertising rooms to let. It was at the end of about half a mile that she found the/liatchet- faced landlady, paid her tj^r^e dollars, and locked her door, as a sypabol, per­ haps, of the bigger, heavier door that ^he had locked upon her past life. Strongest among/ all the welter of emotions boiling up within her, was a perfectly enormous relief. The thing Which, when she had first faced it as the only thoroughfare to the real life she so passionately wanted, had seemed , such a veritable nightmare, was an accomplished fact. The week of acute agony she had lived through while she was forcing her sudden res­ olution upon Rodney had been all but unendurable with the enforced con­ templation of the moment of parting which they brought so relentlessly nearer. There had been a terror, too, lest when the moment actually came, she couldn't do it. Well, and now it had come and gone! The surgery of the thing was over. Rose dusted the mirror with a towel --a reckless act, as she saw for her­ self, when she discovered she was go­ ing to have to use that towel for a week--and took an appraising look at herself. Then she nodded confidently-- there was nothing the matter with her looks--and resumed her ulster, her rubbers, and her umbrella, for it was the kind of December day which called for all three. Then, glowingly con­ scious that she was saving a nickel by so doing, she set off downtown afoot to get a job. She meant to get it that very afternoon. And, partly be­ cause she meant-to so very definitely, she did. On the last Sunday before Rose went away she had studied the dramatic section of the mornjng paper with a good deal of care, and was rewarded by finding among the news notes an Item referring to a new musical 31 Ha Was Counting Aloud tne Bars of the Music. comedy Vhich was to be produced at the Globe" theater immediately after the Christmas holidays. "The Girl Up-Stalrs" was the title of it. It was spoken of as one of the regular Globe productions, so It was probable Jimmy Wallace's experience with the production of an earlier number in the series would at least give her some­ thing to go by. Granted that she was going to be a chorus girl for a while, she could hard­ ly find a better place than one of the Globe productions to be a chorus girl In. According to Jimmy, It was a de­ cent enough little place, and" yet it possessed the advantage of being, spiritually, as well as actually, west of Clark street. Rodney's friends were less likely to go there, and so have a chance of recognizing her, than to any other theater in the city. The news item in the papei* told brer that the production was in rehearsal, and it mentioned the name of the direc­ tor, John Galbraith, referring to him as one of the three most prominent musical-comedy directors in the coun­ try. % When she asked at the box office at the Globe theater where they were re­ hearsing "The Girl Up-Stalrs" today, the nicely manicured young man in­ side answered automatically, "North End hall." "I'm afral4>" said Rose, smiling a little, "I'll have to ask where North End hall ia." v "Not at all," said the young man Idiotically, and he told her the ud- dress--only a block or two from Rose's room. ,, J mattress on the bed was lumpy. There " jwas a dingy-looking oak bureau with a mirror; a marble-topped blrick 4 walnut washstand and * pitcher stand- in * howl on top of It. JkB far Ute hurrying life site looked Mrs. Huston's eyes were wet '"Good-by," said Rose- again, and weot dovvn composedly enough to her car. She rode down to the Btstlon, shook , hand* with Otto- the ch^uffetut. al- CHAPTER XVI. ,j.t; ' Tha Flrat Day. With her umbrella over lifer shoul­ der, Rose set sail northward ugaln through the rajji, absurdly cheered. The entrance to the North End hall was a pvlr of .white paintea doara opening from' the street level up­ on the> foot of a broadish stair which took you Up rather suddenly. At the head of the stairway, tilted; back In a kitchen chair beneath a single 5gas Jet whose light he was try­ ing to make suffice for the perusal of a green newspaper, sat a man, under orders, no doubt, to keep Intruders away. The thing to do was to go by as If, for such as sh$, watch men didn't exist. The, rhythmic pounc­ ing of feet and the frayed, chords from a worn-out piano, convinced her she was in the right place. ! _ Her 'stratagem succeeded. The mcjn glanced up and, though shes felt didh't return to his paper again, rftade no attempt to stop Jher. Slie walked steadily ahead to another open door at the far end of the rooip, through which sounds and light can)e lB* I Rose paused for a steadying breafih before she went through that farther door, her eyes starjjv with resolution, her cheeks, just, for me moment, a llt- .tle pale. The room was hot and not well lighted. In the* farther wall of It was a proscenium arch and a raised stage- On the stage, right and left, were two Irregular groups of girls, with a few men, awkwardly, Rose thought, dis­ posed among them. All w^kre swaying a little to mark the rhythm of the mu­ sic induistriously pounded Out by ja sweaty young man at the piano--a swarthy, thick young man in his un­ dershirt. There were a few more people sprawled in different parts of the hall. It was all a little vague to her at first, because her attention was fd- cused upon a single figure--a compact, rather slender, figure, and tall, Rose thought--of a man In a blue serge suit, who stood at the exact center of the stage and the extreme edge of the footlights. He was counting aloud the bars of the music--not beating time at all, nor yielding to the rhythm in any way; standing, on the contrary, rather tensely still. That was the quality about him, indeed, that riveted Rose's attention and held her, as still as he was, In the doorway--an ex­ hilarating sort of Intensity that had communicated Itself to the swaying groups on the stage. You could tell from the way he. counted that something was gathering Itself up, getting ready to happen. "Three . . Four . . . Five . . . Six . . . Seven--Now!" he shouted on the eighth bar, and with the word one of the groups trans­ formed itself. One of the men bowed to one of the girls and began waltzing with her; another couple formed, then another. Rose watched breathlessly, hoping the maneuver wouldn't go wrong--for no reason In the world but that the man there at the footlights was so tautly determined that it shouldn't. Determination triumphed. The num­ ber was concluded to John Galbralth's evident satisfaction. "Very good," he said. "If you'll all do exactly what you did that time from now on, I'll not complain." Without pause he went on: "Everybody on the stage--big girls--all the big girls!" And to the young man at the piano, "We'll do 'Af­ ternoon Tea.'" :Thore was a momentary pause then^ filled with subdued chatter, while thi girls and men realigned themselves fo^ the new number. ! Rose looked them over. The girls weren't, on an average, extravagantly beautiful, though, with the added charm of make-up allowed for, therfc were, no doubt, many the audiences would consider so. They were dressed in pretty much anything that would allow perfect freedom to their bodies, especially their arms and legs; bath­ ing suits mostly, or middy blouses and bloomers. Rose noted this with satis­ faction. Her old university gymna­ sium costume would do perfectly. Any­ thing, apparently, would do, because, as her eye adjusted Itself to details, she discovered romper suits, pina­ fores, chemises, overalls--all equally taken for granted. Galbraith struck his hands together for silence, and scrutinized the now motionless group on the stage. "We're one shy," he said. "Who's missing?" And then answered his own question; "Grant!" He wheeled around and his eyes searched the hall. Rose became aware, for the first time, that a mutter of conversation had been going on incessantly since she had come int in one of tl>e recessed window seats behind her. Now when Galbralth's gaze plunged In that- di­ rection, she turned and looked too. A big blonde chorus girl Was in there with a man, a girl who, with twenty pounds trained off her, and that sulky look out of her face, would have been a beauty. She had roused herself with a sort of defiant deliberation at the sound of the director's voice, but she still had her bacl; to hlia and went 00 talking to the man. b,Grant!" said John Galbraith again and this time his voice had a cutting edge. "Will you take your place on the stage, or shall I suspend rehearsal until you're ready?" For answer «he turned and began walking slowly across the room. She started walking slowly, but under Gal­ bralth's eye she quickened her pace, involuntarily. It seemed, until it was a ludicrous sort of run. Presently she emerged upon the stage, looking rath­ er artificially unconcerned, and the re­ hearsal went on again. But just before he gave the signal to the pianist to go ahead, Galbraith with a nod summoned a young man from the wings and said something to him, whereupon, clearly carrying out his orders, he vaulted down from the stage and came walking toward the doorway where Rose was still stand­ ing. But he dldnt come straight to her: he brought up before a woman sit­ ting In a folding chair a llttlp farther along the wall, who drew herself de­ fensively erect when she saw him turn toward her, assumed a look of calculat­ ed disdain, tapped a foot--gave, on the whole, an Imitation of a duchess being kept waiting. But the limp young man didn't seem disconcerted, and inquired in so many words what her business was. The duchess said In a harsll, high voice that she wanted to see the director; a very particular frlflpl begged her to do ao. , ;*• "You'll have to ttait till he's through rehearsing," said the young auto, sad then he enme over to Rose. The vestiges of the smlic the duch­ ess had provoked were slill visible about her mouth when he .came up. "May 1 wait and see Mr. Galbraith after the rehearsal?" she asked. "If I won't lie In the way?" •: "Sure," said the young man. "He won't l»e long now. He's been rehears­ ing since two." Then, rather expio>- sively, "Have a chair." : He struck Rose as being a little fluttered and uncertain somehow. It was a long hour that Rose sat there in a little folding chair--an hour that, in spite of all her will could do, took sonJe of tta crlspness out of her courage. * ' When at last, a little after six o'clock, Galbraith said: "Quarter to eight, everybody," and dismissed th,eni with a nod for a scurry to what were evidently dressing rooms at the Other side of the hall, the ship of Rose's hopes had utterly gone to pieces. She had a plunk to keep herself afloat on. It was ihe determination to stay there until he should tell her in, so many words that he hadn't any use for her. The deprecatory young man was talking to him now, about her and the duchess evidently, for he peered out into the hall, then vaulted down from the stage and came toward them. The duchess got up, and, with a good deal of manner, went over to meet him. Rose didn't hear what the duchess said, but when John Gal­ braith answered her, his . voice easily filled the room; "You tell Mr. Pike, if that's his name, we haven't any vacancies in the chorus at present. If we find we need you, we can let j.ou know." de said it not unkindly, but he ex­ ercised some power of making it evi­ dent that as he finished speaking, the duchess, for him, simply ceased to exist. Then, with disconcerting sud­ denness, he looked straight at Rose and said: "What do, you want?" She'd thought him tall, but he wasn't. He was looking on a perfect level into her eyes. "I want a job In the chorus," said Rose. "You heard what I said to that oth­ er woman, I suppose?" 'Yes," said Rose, "but 'But you thought you'd let me aaj it to you again." 'Yes," she said. And, queerly enough, she' felt her courage coming back. Rose Aldrlch's luck in hunting a job in the chorus of a musical comedy and what happens after­ ward Is described with thrilling emphasis in tha next install­ ment. (TO BE CONTINUED.) SINGING CALLED LOST ART It Is Now Confined Chiefly to Profes­ sionals, Drunkards and Phono­ graphs, Says Writer. Singing, as far as most people are concerned, is a lost art. Thousands attend operas, recitals and musical comedies, tens of thousands wind up phonographs; but as for singing them­ selves informally at their work or play they have forgotten how. In times past people of all ranks sang together as a matter of course. Sailors sang at their Work, peasants, shepherds, cow­ boys--all had their favorite and ap­ propriate sbngs. The songs of chil­ dren at games, the lullabies of moth­ ers are In the collected ballads and folklore of many peoples, says the In­ dianapolis News. 'The pastimes and the labors of the husbandman ahd the shepherd." says Andrew Lang, "were long ago a kind of natural opera. Each task had Its own song; plowing, seeding, harvest, burial--all had their appropriate bal­ lads' or dirges. The whole soul of the peasant class breathes In their bur­ dens as the great sea resounds In tha shell cast up on the shore." Nowadays the whirl of machinery makes all the noise. The workers in mills might find it unsatisfying to sing at their work, but it Is doubtVuLlf they would sing even If their voices could be heard; while singing In an office or store would pretty surely be stopped by the "boss" or the police. Thou­ sands congregate every ulght in the silence of moving picture theaters, and even in the churches whfrce singing by the congregation used to be customary the attendants now usually listen in silence to a paid singer. • Singing in this age Is largely con­ fined to the professional performer, drunken men and gramophones. Crows Holding Their Own. There has been hostility between the farmers and the crows ever since there were farmers In New England, but the number of crows, so far as anyone knows, has not decreased. They are efficient, they are able to care for themselves and are likely to hold their own, no matter how much the popula­ tion may increase. More than that, despite the severity of winter, each crow looks sleek and well-fed, perfect­ ly at home and contented with Its sur­ roundings, The English sparrows and the starlings may seek shelter during severe weather, but. no matter how cold or storpiy it may be, one finds the crow doing business as usual. If the quail and ruffed grouse were as hardy and intelligent and possessed with an equally catholic taste for food, a whole volume of game law# 3p§§ht be done away with. - v.•'I. Resistance of the Wind. Tests on a model o^the naval collier Neptune made In the wind tunnel of the Washington navy yard by Navsl Constructor William McEntee show that if this vessel were steaming against h 90-mIle wind at 14 knots an hour It would require about 770 horse­ power to overcome the resistance of the wind. This is about 20 per cent of the power necessary to propel her through the water. Some Weathfcr 8igiM. - A deep blue color of the sky, even when seen through clouds, indicates fair weather; n growin^ i approaching stvro*- • •*' f* U» «. OFFICER8 ORDERED TO AR- REST MEN WHO FAILED|N^ ' REGISTER. VIOLATORS FACE JAIL I " Fifty Mgifibeis 'of F*rmeh'"0t Lk- borers' Protective Association of Texas Indicted for Conspiracy ^ t Againat Government. tffefengton, June 13.--Orders f6r the arrest of every man between the ages of twenty-one and thirty Inclusive who cannot show a certificate of reg­ istration for war service were issued on Monday by the provost marshal general. A demand, that organized labor be represented on the exemption boards that will weed out those selected for the army draft was voiced by Samuel Gompers. He said that unless persons familiar with workers' problems are given places on these boards grave in­ justice will be done. . Chicago, June 13,--Chicago's -flrst known draft-dodger was arrested and taken before the United States author­ ities to explain his failure to register. He is Klemen Formlller of 4252 North Kedzle avenue. . v Deputies from fhe office of the Unit­ ed States marshal, officers from the local bureau of the department of jus­ tice and city police began stopping on the street men who looked to be be­ tween twenty-one and thirty-one years of age. Where those questioned were of military age and could not show the blue card signifying they had regis­ tered, they were arrested and locked up, with the promise that justice will be done speedily. Assistant District Attorney Joseph B. Fleming said thatwall most likely would be given a year's sentence in a federal prison. Dallas, Tex., June 13.--Fifty-five white men, members of the Farmers and Laborers' Protective association, were Indicted on seven counts by the- federal grand jury here for conspiracy against the government. W. A. Berg- feldt, a mall carrier of Haskell, Tex., also was indicted for threatening the Ufe of the president. The protective association was recently broken up by federal officials because it was sus­ pected of opposing the selective draft law. ADOPTS FOOD CONTROL BILL House Committee on Agriculture Agree to Measure With Maximum Price Provision Out. Washington, June 13.--The adminis­ tration's food control bill providing for a minimum price for food products, but with provision for a nitoxiniura price eliminated was adopted by the house committee on agriculture on Monday. The minimum or guaranteed price provision will be enforced through proclamation which the presi­ dent may Issue in his discretion* The bill, as finally agreed upon by the committee, also penalizes hoarding of foodstuffs and adds fuel to the com­ modities for the sale of which license regulation may be made by the presi­ dent. It places $150,000,000 at the disposal of the president to be spent in enforc­ ing the minimum price provision and other administrative features in the bill. The measure retains the provision empowering the president to prohibit or restrict the use of foodstuffs In the manufacture of alcoholic liquors. SEEK SPY IN NAVY BUREAU Secretary Daniels Tells Senate Body U. S. Secrets Were Stolen From Files in Department. Washington, June 13.--Either a spy or traitor has been divulging confiden­ tial Information of the bureau of ord­ nance, Secretary Daniels told the sen­ ate naval affairs committee on Monday. When the committee resumed lnves- togation of the Mongolia shell accident, Senator Frellnghuysen produced some letters which Secretary'* Daniels said contained Information which could have been obtained only from the con­ fidential files of the ordnance bureau. He asked to have them turned over to the secret service, < BRITISH NOTE BACKS WILSON Reply to Russia in General Agreement With That of President, Says Dispatch. London, June 13.--Great Britain has sent Russia a note In reply to the lat ter's request for a statement of British war alms. The note, Is in general agreement with President Wilson's note to Russia. -SAT THKBKST to ' • Women Hit by Train. Minneapolis, Minn., June 13.--Mrs Rose Hill man of South Bend, Ind., was killed and Miss Emma Draves of De troit, Mich., was seriously Injured when they were struck by an interur- ban car at Christmas Lake, a suburb. ' Find Southland Survivors.' London, June 13.--The two mlsstnj? boats from the British steamer South­ land, 'which was torpedoed and sunk June 4, have been found and the 40 men who were in them safely landed. Edward Rigney is among them. Fighter Jack Dillon Enlista. Indianapolis, June 13.--Jack Dillon, the Indianapolis boxer, has. enlisted in the navy. He submitted to the final examination here and will remain here awaiting orders to report at a naval training station. • > Indians Deqide to Registef. Salt Lake City, Utah, June "!#.-- After they had gone on the warpath, made prisoner of the acting Indian agent, Indians of. the Ibapah tribe in the Units' bast have agreed to register tor concrintion. . 5 Fi'V v • 'f .*£?.*•>. ' m' MADE FIOM THE HIGHEST GBADE DUIUM WHEAT COOKS IN 12 NMUTES. COOK BOOK PRO CO. OMAHA. US A. MacM-opi factory iiy fliperica. Yunr FmtWss't Spoil li Yea Um RED RUBBERS TheuFitAH Standard Jan SpedJI? TeccaifaenJeJ fos c»1dl pack cftnxtt&£* Scad & stamp fro oinr book oe preserving » |Qsin •Umpslof one dozen rings if you cannot gel them *£ your dealei». Addr**g Department 54, BOSTON WOVEN HOSE & RUBBER CO. Cambridge Mosst PHOTO-PtAYS TCMNBVOtl JtMMfTitcm. Utcmf tnMaf MBMMsarf• 4aouii4 far pkyt today ie lu (raster thua th» tayvhr. Ysn can k«ce«M saaaaadel H" fetkmriaf Our iactrasttaas. This Is rear e»»ortnaitft SEND * SOtUUt TODAY I THE PHOTO-WAY ASSOCIATION Up to the Cook. "HI, Mr. Jack, mighty surprised to see you out here," said a negro cook la one of the Indiana company bar­ racks for candidates for the officers' reserve corps at Ft. Harrison. "You sure look different." "Mr. Jack" looked at the negro ahd recognized him as a waiter for years In the cafes of big hotels down town. "What are you doing here?" Jie asked. "I'm the cook for the company, and If you don't get enough to eat Just sneak 'round to the kitchen." "I surely will," said the soldier. "I gave you about a million dollars In tips in my life and it's up to yon to make good."--Indianapolis News. WATCH YOUR SKIN IMPROVE When You Use Cutlcura--'The Soap to Purify and Ointment to Heal. On rising and retiring gently smear the face with Cutlcura Ointment. Wash off Ointment in five minutes with Cutl­ cura Soap and hot \fcater. Continue this treatment for ten days and note the change in your skin. No better toilet preparations exist. Free sample each by mall with Book. Address postcard, Cutlcura, pept. L» Boston. Sold everywhere.--Adv. TO GUARD WORKERS' HEALTH National Board to Supervise Condi­ tions in Plants Working on War Contracts, Is Urged. • A health conservation board, corre­ sponding to the general munitions board announced by the council of na­ tional defense, is imperatively needed to supervise health conditions in- gov­ ernment plants and to co-operate with similar state boards In the regulation of private plants under contract with the government. Dr. Frederick Mar­ tin of the council of national defense is thoroughly qualified to head such an organization, says the New Republic. No labor laws should be suspended or modified except after Investigation and. approval by this body of experts. In­ deed, it would be to the best interest of the nation if the government could be persuaded to make minimum stand­ ards of hours, wages and shop condi­ tions integral parts of all munition contracts. In war time the workers will be willing to forego comforts and to work nearer the margin of physical exhau^Ion than in times of peace, but the country cannot afford the extrav­ agance of paying for work done during incapacity from fatiglie or the further extravagance of urging armies of work­ men toward relative incapacity by neg* lect of proved physiological law. Even a homely ,girl does not care to be described In plain language. Grape-Nuts for lunch afternoon's work 1 •i-/ .V T*