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Advance Season Styles
Fully Described by Olivette
The model we
illustrate to-day
is a practical
winter eve-
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figured velour
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Pretty color
combinations
will easily
suggest them-
selves.
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Brown with
brown braid-
ing and tassels
of brown and
old gold, or
Chinese blue
with a bit of
ivory in the
tassels and or-
naments that
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like bretelles
falling from
the front fast-
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shoulder as
cape-sleeves
and extending
to the waist
in the back.
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of the garment
is made of an
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oblong piece
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of cloth, slit
at the back,
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to the throat,
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with the omni- l
present drap-
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the material
up toward the f
center fasten- f
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--Olivette.
A Smart Winter Coat.
A Girl’s
Fear of “Olcl-Maidism”
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
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By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharlnt
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“The wedding day came and we each
started for our separate destinations.
My sister was so sure of Dr. Moles-
worth she thought It only necessary to
let him know her intentions and where
she was. for him to fly to her side with
the utmost eagerness. There was,
therefore, nothing but hope In our part
ing and l shall never forget the half
amused, but wholly sympathizing, smile
with which she saw me assume, even in
my good-bye the grand air I thought in
separable from Mr. Gretorex’s daughter.
“I wil( spare you the feelings with
which I rode uptown and entered, for
the first time in my new capacity of
daughter and prospective bride, the
spacious house in St. Nicholas place. I
had anticipated the moment so long
that I found it easier than you would
suppose: .and yet my heart throbbed
wildly under its elegant jacket as I
stepped across thethreshald and took up,
with what grace 1 could, the thread
which my sister had let drop when she
passed so mysteriously out of that same
portal a few days before.
"Trying not to notice the splendor
w’hich burst upon my view as the great
door swung back, I uttered some com
monplace to the cheerfully smiling but
ler. and then, requesting him to tell
Mrs. Gretorex 1 had returned, went im
mediately upstairs to Genevieve’s room.
“One of the girls followed me in.
She had message after message to de
liver concerning matters and things
connected with the wedding, all of which
1 heard and some of which I answered.
Then there came an instant of solitude,
in which 1 cast one free and delightful
look about me. which, however, was
soon cut short by the entrance of Mrs.
Gretorex.
"I own I had one instant of doubt as
I turned toward her. But it vanished in
a moment, and I was able to reply to
her questions and show such interest in
the presents which had come that she
forgot her displeasure at the anxiety
she had been made to suffer, and en
tered into a conversation so animated
that the spirits I could hardly repress
came so near breaking their bonds that
I grew alarmed at myself and had to re
sort to some of Genevieve's many ca
prices to shorten the interview. After
she was gone I sat down, and breathing
one long breath of relief, fell to brood
ing—not over the Jewels and innumer
able treasures which in the last half
hour had become mine, but over Dr.
Cameorn s picture, which I had found at
a glance, and which I now t»it I had a
right to study and admire.
"When the time came to dress I called
one of the girls into the room, but L soon
dismissed her. I could not bear the
presence of a stranger at such a time.
Besides. I wanted to take one more look
at myself in the mirror and see if I
were indeed the bride which Dr. Cam
eron had a right to expect from that
house. But when I was left alone I
found so much to excite and interest
me in the rapidly growing hubbub of
arriving guests that I could barely spare
myself one glimpse at the figure in the
glass. Rut that glimpse calmed me. It
was not Mildred Farley that I saw\ but
Genevieve Gretorex—only Genevieve
Gretorex happy and free from certain
conventional restraints.
"My husband will tell you that he
saw me in this mood. He came to the
door and for one instant our eyes met
in what I may safely call the most rap
turous moment of my life. The next 1
had cast a glance down the hall, and
there, in the* blaze of light that was
shining in every direction. I saw what
I was sure for a moment must be a
hallucination of my overwrought brain—
the advancing figure of Genevieve Gre
torex.
“Had a lightning flash shot down
through the gilded ceiling and split
open the floor at my feet, I could not
have been more overwhelmed. For 1
realized as soon as I could realize any
thing that she had returned to assert
her rights, and that my hopes, my hap
piness and my love were all at an end.
“But—and this I swear by all that is
most sacred—no thought of evil to her
ever crossed my mind,, even after she
had entered the room and we stood face
to face with the awful question between
us as to which was to go out of that
room as the bride.
“1 was crushed, and must have looked
at her with a terrible appeal in my eyes,
for she cried suddenly, *1 did not think
how you would feel, Mildred,' and hes
itated and drooped her head so miser
ably. I asked, very tremulously, no
doubt:
“ 'What has happened? I}id he not
come'* Did he ’
“But she interrupted me in a harsh
and grating tone which showed that her
whole nature had undergone a change:
" ‘Don’t speak of him He is without
soul, without understanding ’
“^The words sounded as if torn from
her. ‘He has no sympathy with my sac
rifice. It was not myself he loved, but
Mr. Gretorex’s daughter. I am done
with him—done, done, done.’
“I did not attempt to speak, hut me
chanically glanced at the clock
“ ‘Oh, there Is time,’ she cried; 'there
must be time. You will not stand in
my way. You will give me back my
self, and when I am married and my
own mistress you shall be my sister
and my constant companion. Whatever
luxury I own shull be yours, and not u
want shall you express which I will not
seek to gratify.’
"Ah, then I knew where my heart
was. For this prospect of wealth did
not allure me. I had lost all. and there
was no charm left In the world Strick
en and humiliated, I hung down my
head, the blushes almost eating me up
in their force and fury.
“She stood and glared at me with di
lating eyes.
“ ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed, 'you love him.
1 shall be doing to you what has been
done to me to-day. I dare not d«> that.
I can not. I had rather die.' I did not
s|>eak. I eould not.
“She clasped her hands wildly around
her forehead. ‘Oh God!’ she murmured,
'who woul<T ever have thought I would
come to this? One of us must he happy,
and for that there Is but one way.' And
she passed quickly to the bureau, opened
a drawer and took out a small casket
which I knew contained her Jewels.
“And still I did not speak.
" ‘I could never have endured It.' she
now said. 'My heart and life are
broken, Mildred. I thought I could go
back and take up the lost thread again,
and go on living contented if not happy.
But it is impossible. My soul Is In
chaos; my every hope destroyed. Life
at the best would have been wretch
edness to me, and with the burden of
your disappointment added She
stopped, took something from the casket
which she held in her hand. I watched
her, fascinated. 1 did not understand
her words, and thought it was some
Jewel she had taken from the box.
“But she undeceived me the next mo
ment. Holding up a little vial in my
sight, she said:
" 'Mildred, there is death in this. One
sip. and this fearful question is set
tled.’
“She had it to her lips I shrieked
but I did not know why I shrieked.
Even then I had no realization of what
she was doing But \yhen In another
moment I saw the change which almost
Instantly crossed her face, l seemed to
feel what that word death meant, and
springing to her side I tore the vial
out of her hand and flung It down on
the floor.
" 'Genevieve.' I cried, ‘what have you
done?'
“She looked at me wildly
" 'I don’t know.' she gasped. 'I I
am afraid I have spoiled it all. I thought
I should live to reach the street, but It
acts too quickly ’ She was actual!}'
sinking
To Be Continued To-morrow.
The Mistakes of Jennie By hal coffman : j
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl in the Big City
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The cutest little stateroom she ever saw.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am twenty-five years old. a
trained nurse. I have been nurs
ing a woman for six months, and
her son has fallen in love with
me. He wants to marry mo; he is
very rich and would give me
everything. I am not in love with
him. but feel kindly toward him.
Ought I to let this chance go?
1 may never have another one
like it. and what if I never fall
really in- love? Won’t I be sorry
that I did not grr n this chance
before it was too late? I don’t
want to be an old maid.
PERPLEXED.
O H, for goodness sake, "Perplex
ed,” where do you live and
what sort of people to you
enow—to talk about hating to be an
>ld maid. Why, there aren’t any such
Lhings any more, didn't you # know
that?
Old maids went out of existence
when the bachelor girls came in—
look around you a little, use your
eyes and ears. Think for yourself;
ion’t keep repeating over some silly
phrase you’ve let someone else get
into your head.
You’ve seen a bit of the world, or
;>ught to have seen some of it, in your
business. Who’s the woman you are
sorriest for on earth? A woman you
know, I mean, not one you’ve read
Eibout or seen in some play. 1$ it an
'Old maid” making her <>*n living,
living her own peaceful, happy lif?,
or her married sister, with an indif
ferent husband, three children and
not a day in the year or an hour to
?all her owp?
Oome right down to common sense
now—who looks the youngest, the
married women you know or the "old
maids,” as you call them?
Which has the most money to
spend, which travels the most, which
has the best time altogether? Look
for yourself now and see what you
shall see.
Little Mrs. Somebody there, in the
flat above yours—her husband drinks
a little. Mrs. Nobody there in the
flat acros the hall, her husband is
pleasant to you when you meet him
on the stairs; you can hear him
growling at his wife the minute he
gets inside the door. Little Mrs.
What of It down the hall, her hus
band is too good looking, he spends
all his money on clothes and lets his
wife look lik* a rag bag; you look
younger and happier this very minute
than any of these ordinary, every-day
women. Why don’t you have sense
enough to realize it and he grateful?
Marriage is the finest, happiest, best
thing in the world, when it is the
right marriage. When it is the wrong
one or merely half way right one.
the old maid has the best of the
bargain every day in the year. Love
is the one thing that makes marriage
possible, not respectfi not admiration,
not tolerance, not gratitude—just old-
fashioned foolish, blind, unreasonable
love. If you haven’t got that, stay
an old maid as long as you live, and
be glad you had sense enough to do
it. Why haven’t you waked up to
the fact that the majority of the old
maids spend half of their time pity
ing the married women and the other
half lending them money to make up
back payments on the grocery bill3
so they can get new hats and things?
Who goes to the seaside in August;
who has little runs down- to Coney or
over to Manhattan Reach? Who has
the latest hat and the newest things
in gloves? Who wears the neatest
hoots and goes to the best restau
rants? Sister Sallie, the old maid with
her own bank account and her own
friends and her own good times.
Who stays at home with the sick
baby? Who cooks the dinner over
a hot gas plate? Who turns last
year’s frock and mends up her old
gloves because “John is feeling poor
this month?” Sister Mary, the mar
ried woman.
If Sister Mary loves her husband
and Sister Mary’s .husband loves her,
she’s better off than all the old maids
on earth; but if Sister Mary just mar
ried Brother John to “get a home”
and stop being an old maid, she’s so
much worse off than Sister Sallie that
it almost makes me cry to think about
her at all.
BTd the young man good-by, “Per
plexed.” pack your little valise, tie on
your little bonnet and go on, down
the road alone, till you meet the right
man; then you won’t need anybody’s
advice about what to do and when
to do it.
“Y
Good Advice.
The waiter rubbed his hands as a
stout lady, followed by a family of sev
en hungry looking boys and girls en
tered the restaurant.
The head of the flock looked at the
bill of fare an<j selected steak as being
fitted to her requirements.
“Steak for you. Reginald?” she in
quired of the biggest boy.
"If you please, ma.”
“Steak for you, Bertha?"
“Please, ma."
"Ah!" she said, when all the seven
had fallen in with the steak idea.
“Bring me one nice steak, waiter—
and eight plates."
The knight of the serviette gasped.
“Do you hear me?” inquired the lady.
"Yes. ma’am," stammered the wait
er. “I was only a-thinking that if your
family sat at the table next the lift
and sniffed ’ar<j they’d get more of a
meal!"
Tongue-Tied.
“He invented a ripping story to tell
his wife when he got home after mid
night.”
"Good one, was it?”
“A peach: it would satisfy any
I woman.”
“Did it satisfy her?"
“It would ave, but he couldn't teli
i it.”
TOU see, Liz,” said Fred Mal-
don. gazing thoughtfully
out over the harbor, “being
now attached to the Naval Flying
School means a nice little bit o’ ex
tra pay for me, so that you and I
won’t have to wait to get spliced same
as we would if 1 were Just an ordinary
able seaman."
Lizzie Fernshaw looked up at her
lover admiringly, but as she did so
she noticed a sudden change come
over his sun-tanned features. He was
staring hard at a man-o'-war that
lay at anchor in the harbor, the name
on her bows, U. S. S. Oregon, being
just visible from the shore.
"What’s the matter, Fred?” she
asked anxiously, and at her words ne
seemed to pull himself together with
an effort.
"Oh, nothing," he said, "only I didn’t
know the Oregon had put in lyre,
that’s all. She must have come fnnee
yesterday, for she wasn’t here last
night."
“She’s your old ship, isn’t she,
Fred?" asked Liz, w'ondering what
had upset him.
Fred nodded his head. He did not
seem at all comfortable, and his e*es
wandered over the groups of people
whom they were passing as though
he expected to meet some one he
wished to avoid.
“Let’s get away from the harbor,
Liz,” he said presently. "There’s a
fine ‘movie’ show up the way a bit
which we’ve never been to. Let’s go
there."
"But that’s over a mile away. Fred,
and just now you said you’d rather
go for a walk. What’s come over
you? Don’t you want to meet any of
your old shipmates? Are you ashamed
of being seen about with me, Fred?”
Ben Arrives.
"No, no, of course not, my dear
But, well, the fact is there’s one or
two men aboard the Oregon that I
don’t want to meet. You know, one
can’t be friends with everybody, can
one, Liz? A chap called Ben Bar-
kin, for instance: he never was much
of a friend of mine, and I wouldn't
care to run into him—leastways, not
just yet, if you understand me.”
"No, I don't understand you, Fred,
and as for Ben, he lives here when
he’s at home, you know, and I’ve al-
wavs found him a nice enough fellow.
What is the matter, Fred?"
•‘G-g-give me time. Liz. and I'll ex-
I plain It all. Oh, hanr It all, I knew
! we’d meet him. That’s just the way
* things always do happen in this
blessed world."
Lizzie looked up, and sure enough
coming straight toward them was Ben
himself. Fred’s face had gone a dead
ly white, but he dared at Ben fiercely,
and tried to drag Lizzie past his old
shipmate without speaking.
This plan evidently did not suit Ben
at all, however, for he planted him
self directly In front of the couple
and addressed Lizzie in loud and ge
nial tones.
"Why, Liz, my girl,” he cried,
"seems years since you and me met
and imagine meeting you with Fred
Maldon. too! I say. ain’t you afraid
of going about with him. and in pub
lic, too?" he added, cocking a know
ing eye in Fred's direction.
Lizzie laughed.
“Why should I be afraid of going
out with him?” she inquired. "Is he
such a shocking character, then?”
! Difference.
“Well. I don’t want to be hard on
him." replied Ben. magnanimously;
••but ” turning to' Maldon “how
about your wife? Does she know
you’reimt with her. Fred, hey?”
Fred’s face certainly was a study
in discomfort. He stood there, glow
ering at Ben and looking as though
he would like to punch his old ship
mate’s head better than anything else
In the world. As for Lizzie, the sud
den shock was too much for her; her
eyes filled with tears, and she seemed
on the verge of a collapse. Ben put
an arm around her gently.
"If I were you,” he remarked, look
ing at Fred, “I should git!”
And leave you with my girl,”
snarled Fred.
“She’s not your girl. You've got a
wife of your own; go back to her!
You're a disgrace to the navy!’’
“You’re a liar!” retorted Fred,
fiercely.
"All right; well, come aboard the
Oregon and tell ’em the story and
see what they say. You know well
enough you’ve got a wife. Go back
to her, I /ell you!”
"I—I can’t!" exclaimed Fred, des
perately. “She—she—she’s dead!" he
finished up, as though a sudden in
spiration had seized him.
His Plea.
"Well, I’m jiggered!” ejaculated
Ben. "The bloke in the Scriptures
who could tell ’em wan’t In It with
you! Why, a child could ha* seen you
invented that yarn on the spur of
the moment. All I can say Is, Heaven
help the pore unfortunate woman who
has the misfortune to be your wife.
And now git*!”
But Fred Maldon did not "git.” He
stood his ground, and appeared to be
about to continue the argument when
Lizzie vehemently stamped her foot
and exclaimed:
"Go away, Fred Maldon, and never
let me see your wicked face again,
you sinful bigamist!”
This attack was altogether too
much for Fred, and, without another
word, he turned on his heel and walk
ed off, his mind busy with the some
what difficult problem that confront
ed him.
It was not until ten days later that
luck favored Fred, and he again met
Liz, and then one evening, quite by
chance, he happened to find Liz alone,
close to her parents’ home.
Directly she saw"' him, she turned
her head away, and was going to
pass him without even a look In his
direction. But Fred walked straight
up to her, so that she was obliged to
stop.
"What do you mean?” she began
angrily.
’ I w onder you’ve got the cheek to
face me, after the cruel way you’ve
deceived me."
The Explanation.
“Now, look here, Liz, you’ve got to
listen to me; then if you can’t for
give me for not telling you before, all
right, I’ll clear out. But It’s only fair
you should hear what I’ve got to say;
you'll admit that, surely?”
"Nothing can make any difference
to what I think of you, but if you’ve
really got something to say. say it
quick,” replied Lizzie, her curiosity
getting the better of her indignation.
“That's better. Now, listen. You
know I get extra pay for being n fly
ing instructor I was the only able
seaman aboard our ship who under
stood anything about aeroplanes, and
that’s why I got the Job.”
“Yes. yes. I know* all that. You’ve
told me hundreds of timese before
but what’s it got to do with you and
vour wife, eh? T*ll me that!”
“It’s got all In the world to do with
It. Liz. I had to get my confounded
aerial instruction, didn't 1? Well,
how did I do it? I know one of the
Instructors at Brayburn Wajker’s
flying school. You know Brayburn
Walker, the great airman, of course.
Well, this school of his is on land,
and there was I right away at sea,
so the question was: How could I get
to land for my lessons from that in
structor friend of mine? I puzzled
over it a long time, and then an idea
struck me.
"I applied for leave. Liz, just the
longest leave I could get. and I told
’em I wanted it ’cause I was going
to get married. Of course, I wasn’t
really going to get married at all, but
I was really keen on getting some fly
ing lessons, and I got ’em, too; and
now I’m a full-blown instructor my
self.
“But, Liz, every man aboard the
Oregon believes I'm married, and if I
was to give the show away, I might
get into hot water. But now I want
to marry you, something’s got to be
done, and I’ve thought it all out since
last I saw you. and here’s the result."
He took a paper from his pocket
and placed it in the girl’s hands.
There was a short paragraph marked
in ink. and as Lizzie read It a slow
smile curved her lips.
"On July 29 the beloved wife of
Able Seaman Fred Maldon passed
away at Aberdeen after a short ill
ness. No flowers.”
“A newspaper friend corrected the
lin°s I wrote.” explained Fred, with a
grin. "He was dead nuts on me giv
ing her a name, but I said no, and
there you are. Now you understand,
and we can get married, Liz, can’t
we ?”
She looked at him. Ptill smiling.
“You’re a proper story teller,Fred,”
she murmured.
“From now on I’ve done with
stories Liz!” declared Fred, with em
phasis.
She took him by the arm and smiled
happily.
“Where shall we go?" she asked.
CHAPTER 28.
A LTHOUGH Jennie told the yminis man she
wasn’t hungry, M insisted they go into the
restaurant for a drink anyway. When they
were Inside the waiters all bowed to the young
man with very much deference, and the head
waiter escorted him to the best table in the place,
near an open window and some palms, where ihey
could look out on the ocean and at the same time
be secluded from the rest of the diners.
From the way the head waiter acted you could
te’.l the young man had been there before and was
regarded as a very liberal customer, especially
with his tips.
He asked Jennie if she wouldn’t have something
to drink, and when she mentioned lemonade, he
said: "Oh. no, no—we must have a bottle of
wine”; to which Jennie agreed, and. although she
wasn't quite sure she liked it, it ickled her throat
and she liked to watch the bubbles chase one an
other
When the waiter was opening the bottle, Jennie
could not help but think that that one bottle cost
nearly as much as SHE WORKED A WHOLE
WEEK FOR.
While they were drinking the wine Jennie told
the young man she "just couldn’t wait 'til she saw
his yacht." So he called the waiter, paid for the
wine, gave the waiter A DOLLAR tip—which quite
startled Jennie—then they walked out on the
wharf to where a small launch seemed to be wait
ing for the young man, with a man in sailor’s uni
form to run it.
As they "chug-chugged” out to the yacht Jennie
marveled at such grandeur, and oh, how she
WISHED she could live this way always.
She was even more surprised when they went
aboard the yacht, for she never in all her life
imagined anything so lovely. Everything finished
in mahogany, leather cushions, and as they stood
In the cabin Jennie could see through another door
to the cutest little stateroom that was all finished
up in white and pink.
—HAL COFFMAXi
(To Be Continued.)
Not Alone.
An old Indian man, selling baskets
called at Mrs. Allen’s one morning.
He was very anxious to make a sale,
and after considerable parleying he
said:
“Make me an offer, madam, and see
if I don’t take you up.”
Little flve-year-old Bertha was a
spectator to the interview, and when
the man made this remark she threw
her arms around her mother, crying:
“Mother, if he takes you, I’ll go
too.”
Natural History Definition.
Once a traveler called at an inn for
lunch. At the close of his repast
demanded his bill, and the landlord
brought it. After casting a glance at
the Immense multiplicity of items, the
traveler looked up and asked:
“What is your name, landlord 7“
“My name. sir, >s Partridge."
"Oh, really! From the length of
your bill I thought it might have been
Toucan.”
Taking No Risks.
The ferryboat was well on her wav
when a violent storm arose, and fears
were entertained for her safety.
The ferryman and his mate (both
Highlanders) held a consultation, and
after a short debate the ferryman
turned to his passengers and re
marked. anxiously:
“We’ll just tak’ yer tuppences now,
for we dinna ken what mlcht come
ower us."
“Where is little Marguerite, I won
der,” said the hostess. 'T think I
must go up and look for her.”
She went up to the young girl’s
room, and a moment later all were
startled by a cry of horror. They
rushed upstairs and a dreadful sight
met their eyes.
On the edge o* the bed Margruertte
was sitting in her ball gown, holding
in her arms the skull, singing softly
to it. When she raised her eyes and
looked at the terrified face# before
her they all realized that their darling
little “bear" would never recover.
When the young girl saw the skull
in her bed she had gone hopelessly
insane.
CHICHESTER S PILLS
iCV Til K DIAMOND BBAMi
« A TRAGIC PRANK By VINCENT RACKS'!'RAW
I T was midsummer, real Danish
midsummer, with glorious weath
er, sunshine and roses, fragrant
hay and fresh air. ideal days for a
summer vacation as it ought to be.
In the parsonage at Solbjerg every
body understood the art of enjoying
a vacation in fullest measure. The
whole house was full of merry, happy
young people, as gay and care-free
as if life were all play among red
roses and fragrant lime trees.
Every evening, when the sun went
down and the wonderful stillness of
the summer dusk fell upon the beau
tiful old garden, everybody gathered,
after the day s excursions, on the hill
under the old limes, and, while the
evening grew older and the stars were
lit, they sat chatting and discussing
the many unsolved riddles of life.
One night they began to discuss su
perstition. fear of ghosts and super
natural things, and each defended his
opinion valiantly against the others.
Called the “Bear.”
One of the young girls. Marguerite
Rrun, whom they ail called the
“bear,” because she looked at every
thing in a rather heavy, materialistic
way, but who was a sweet and natural
girl, anyway, declared most emphat
ically that all these things were af
fectation and that there was not a
thing in the world, natural or so-
called supernatural, which could
frighten her.
Here courage and self-confidence
annoyed the young students, and two
of them put their heads together,
planning how to take her down from
her high pefc h. They were sure they
were able to frighten her.
were out of sight, they ran as fast
as they could to the old mill, where
they stopped a moment.
Next to the mill was an old grave
yard, and there they had one morn
ing seen an old, well preserved skull.
Both were medical students, and they
had decided to carry the skull off
with them to Copenhagen at the end
of the vacation. Now, however, it
was to be used for something else—
surely the "bear” would be scared
when she found It in her bed.
They found it quickly and hurried
home, sneaked into the house and
placed the skull in the young girl’s
bed, so that It looked as if a skeleton
were lying In It.
Where Is She?
Then they went downstairs again,
ran some distance away and returned
a little later than the rest of the
party, who laughed at them because
they were late. A few moments later
everything was quiet In the whole
house.
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It was late next morning when
they all met at the breakfast table—
all except the “bear.”
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people were Invited to a dance at the
State Forester’s house, and when they
walked hack late after enjoying
themselves Immensely, the two stu
dents proposed that they should sej
arate into two groups, one goim
straight home by the road and tht
other through the woods, past the old
mill, to see which way was the
shorter.
The suggestion did not win any
approval. None of the young people
felt like separating, and at last th<
two students went through the woods
alone, which was Just what they had
wanted, and as soon as the others
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