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A “Flopper” Hat of Black Velvet. less elaborate cfc*peaua, This is a season jnst new for the small hat The fashions are Just in the making, and many of the shapes brought'forth will be shortlived. But the three I am sending you are. 1 think, built on lines which will "carry’' well until the snow files. Two of these models are of the close- fitting type. One of moss green vel vet has an upstanding crown of the velvet, with a broad chou of black maline across the back. This chon is placed on the bias, and is flat. Ae you will see, the brim of this hat fits closely around the face. I particularly like the little affair of dark blue velour, with the wid» spread wings across the fron . ^Tiis l have named the Eaglet’s hat. it in spires me so with the feeling of youth and the youthful desire to stretch one’s wings. The fiat hat of'"black velvet with the upturned brim and the dpwn- tumed fancy Is exceedingly well bal anced. It is a hat more suitable for afternoon wear than the other two, but may also be worn with a tailored gown. These 'hats are, 1 think, de lightfully suited to the piquant type of face find figure that we associate with the girls you in the.' United States call "Flappers.” A LAPSE OF MEMORY. Byl 1 MOLLIS KENNEDY most Imploringly: men u ,u<Jaenly Mrs. Binns loikeA At Mo. Bo w»* .. . . AJLLO. Llsl" said a rough but *>■ »!>• ,ral, “** ,Mb,y - r“jl friendly voice, "what’s upr Li* Walker, who had ^ ... "Look here,” she said, “he can have Ah, be said, “yonll do. Maybe that little ronm again, and I won’t you can tell me. You look kind, charge you nothing till you’re better. slightly reeled, her face having Mod'll help me to find It again.- Seer* grown pale, caught hold of a chair. with a short laugh. “Nothing. thanks/ •Turned a bit dizzy, that’s ail. Enough to make one. this beastly Bluffy shop." "You’re right,” said her companion, g her shoulders. It’s a ly hole; but what’s the use? Once out of a Job, there you are. Might as well stop there. Kentish Town is bad enough, I grant you, hut I’ve known worse places, I can tell you.” The two girls dusted the shop and „ _ viiw# FInd whatr asked Lis, gently. A SU Rp n isE. righted herself, sat down, and in a at th ® other girl, who was Tho girl thanked her, and Mrs. talnute looked up at the other girl ,aaKh,n ® In the background. "What Bi nna went off; but In a tew minuted h*,ve you loatr the oW man roae ; and , heedless of "Myself” he said, simply. “I don't what Lis said, made for the door, know where I belong.** She could do nothing to hinder him. Heedless of the other girl’s Jews, but ’f h *“ th ,« *><* c >‘>“4 shrugged, j .w , . .. her shoulder! JJ. led the old man to s Met. where .. 0h Ka „, h ,. u 00 me back.” ,h» he sank down with a sigh and took said, and then her eyes fell upon a .h^™.'* °' r on 1.1. hsh laying It on the door ho- UtO. brown payer parcel be.ldo the shrugging her shoulders. It’s a beast- .... sofa on which she sat . nim. -What’s this?” she said. “I won* Lis took the old man home. In- d er if it belongs to the old man.” stalling him In the little back room But picking it up, she saw her own at Mrs. Blnns’s, for which she agreed name inscribed on the Inside, and the , av da . , package bore her address, to pay threo add .ixponco a week. .. We „.. . ald , .. eTldent „ Mrs. Binns promising to supply him meant for me. after all," and tore off with a'cup of tea ana to cook the th e paper wrapper, a small card- llttl* was said, but as LI* was rear- 8 , mple food the ffIrl prov | ded . At first board bo * , waa inald *’ *°* tb, » ranging the counter she turned sud- j jrn , her fiance, was Inclined to resent ^vera? dIocm * trlnB and denly to her companion. tho arrangement Jim was of a frugal “Dear me.* she said. "It looks as "I wish somebody ’ud leave mo disposition, and looked carefully at though something of Importance was £20,” she said. every penny he spent and he was as he £f’ d ° e *" 1 lt? ” . . Ila Z’t 1 la ,7T. _.. * ni, °“* - li * *- ,h * ,r ■*"“«• •• ^ ss sE&na %z Bo do I, she said, but what a the take place soon. But even Jim was brx waa full of banknotes, carefully use? TaJn't likely to happen; and, be- won ov«r. folded. She took them out and •W„ wishes never come true What „E Dll,APPEARS. ^"t^nw'poundTlnd “enMth ti™ ud you do, Liz, with twenty pounds “Maybe It will be only for a few a folded scrap of paper. Opening this it you got ill Buy smart clothesT’ daT<> „„ h „ mem ory comes bnck," she resd: -Purnlture.- she Mid. and her m, 4 U , hopefully. ”11 w. 1st him go for an^ Tmt'o mTn Oct cheeks flushed pink. to the workhouse, thera’s no telling married as soon aa you can. and be •’Good Lof!" cried the other. •'Well. what would happen to him.” *• happy ns you deserve you arc a queer -un. that you arc. But In leas than a weak ha dlMP- „ u , et m Though, to be sur^ when you’re keep- peared. the parish church-a short time af- ing company I suppose it stands to A week later North London was terwards. but was whlle they were reason you want to get married and astounded by a series of clever rob- a ^ a ^, settle down.'* . Lis nodded. "Hallo, who’s thlsr she cried, aa their honeymoon that the . . ... ' uh startling denouement took place. One berles. which were carried .out wun mornlng Jlm had pone out u U8Ua , consummate skill and great daring. t0 buy a paper, and Liz was singing the thieves in every case getting to UeraeJ' a* aba hovered about ... .. . a- three the breakfast table, when she was little, wizened-looking old man stum- away with their spoil. atartled by Jim suddenly breaking In bled Into the ehop and locked ether big private house, were ra "' acz “; upon her. gourlslilng the newspaper. . .... . • , . . .liver and Jewelry stolen, and several “I say. Lis.” he cried, ‘the mystery despairingly around with a dazed air. «“ ver a j * bTokeo lBto . U solved at last.” of the large shops w "What mystery?” she cried. "What- A fortnight later LI* slipped in the ^ you mean Jlmr street, falling over a banana skin. Laying the paper flat on the tablo walking from corner to corner, qnttl ‘ bdrained her ankle. he pointed to the portrait of an old finally one of the girls accosted him. and ln f a| »»* •P»«»~ .. tk man. "A matter of three wseka » a,Q ••see that?" he cried. “Know who A dCEER MAN. doctor bluntly, and the eye* 01 th * that is Ll»r* "Yes, sir.” she said, smartly, "and ... fl n ad w ith tears. How She stared at it for a moment of what would you llkef would „„ stand such a ‘^’^Tchlsd. ’ why If. ,h. poor He came sharply to a standstill, strain? „ old man.” looked at her keenly, hla dull eye* Yet, one morning aa she lay “Poor old man be blowed!" cried brightened and a. suddenly dimmed . h > d ,»" u ?r!l C e*t»MrenUy as Jlm - " Th "' , 1 D T 0,ty Dlclt - * h » m0,t . . .... was the little old man, ipparenuy w clever crook In London, again. Then he shook his head. feeble and helpless as before. He « And x thought him a poor man," "No, no,” he said. In a weak, quav- shook his head to all inquiries that - £| d Ll8 8ad i y . «oh dear, what de- ering voice; “you won’t dot No. not were made, smiled In the same vague ce | verB men are, to be sure.” at all You won’t do ** <vay. and Intimated as he sat down j| m i aU ghed. rn. won too. that he had com, to stay. Us could “w.-re not all alike.- bo said, -and The girl laughed. have cried with vexation then, al- a very good thing too. If you hadn’t TLor’!” ehe said; "Oh, Lor*! Just though she was sorry. It was when took pity on him. thinking him a listen to this, Liz. Here’s a queer good, neighborly Mrs. BInns came^tn poor, old chap. I daresay^ we shouldn’t little card. I believe he’s., a hit off tha ^ his head. What do you say Liz esme forward, and the little after” him—can I. 'X old man looked at her eagerly, al-"Still, it do seem i •fair beat.” have been married now.” t turn him away. Mrs. Binns, ‘Then I’m glad, Jim.” *he said; "all seeing as how he trusts me to look same. I’m sorry he was a thief. ?*’ she said, lie seemed such a nice, quiet, barm* rv. H less, sort of an old roan.” TV Ncwwl Parisian 1 Pearly Three-Foot Plume Fastened in Pearls. By Lady Duff-Gordon. HERE Is an old Hindoo pfov- | 1 | erb of which I often think ESm v^en I am designing some particularly delightful hat for one of my clients. It hangs over the fireplace in an old bazaar in Delhi: “Woman loses her soul when she put* a hat on her head. For this reason did Allah make her last.’* I, ln common with most women, have nftetf- wondered why Allah made woman last. It has always seemed to me that we might Just as well have been made-first, and that man might better ha e been' made from our rib. But never have I thought that hats had anything to do with the making of us, until l saw that quaint motto. In harking bac.v through ancient and modern history I can recall In stances when woman lost her soul when she put jewels on her body, but never have”i known of an Instance where the hat on one’s head meant the loss of one’s soul. Hats have been known to mankind almost since th* world began. Good old Mother. Eve perhaps did not find a hat oc the Tree of Knowledge when she found her fig leaf, but in St. Paul’s time we know that women wore real hats, for were they not warned that they should not enter places of wor ship with uncovered l^eads? In some countries hats are a mars of caste. In Spain, for example, only women of gentle birth and of educa tion wear them. The peasants and servants go bareheaded or wear shawls. Hipdoo ladies do hot wear hats. How can they, when they-are Imbued with the spirit of this motto? But—I seem to have wandered far fpom floppy flapper hats. It was bo- A Pulled-Up** Hat of Moss Green Velvet cause of these fascinating little af fairs. however, that I wandered so far afield. In the world of fashion hats as hats are not the mark of caste, cor of wealth either, but hats as creations are. There Is as great a difference between hats and "cre ations” as between paste pearly and rent ones. Many hats are merely bead coverings, but some of the re cent hats that I have seen here in Paris are. Indeed, creations. Verily might a'woman spend Jier last cent for them, and who knows, perhaps the Hindoo proverb is right. Per haps a woman might lose her soul for some of them. J have, however, selected four- no, three—that I nope will please you, although I cannot call them “soul losers,” as they are chosen from a group of less expensive and