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Advance Season Styles Fully Described by Olivette The model we illustrate to-day is a practical winter eve- ntng coat of figured velour de laine trim- .A med in a braid- v ing of narrow l soutache, a&d long silk tas- 0 - H -ii - .■ . sels. flfflglfflgftr -spy vy. 1 Pretty color combinations will easily suggest them- selves. .'’Mi; It ' 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 3s8»5|£' ■ iMrnk finish the cape- ,11 ii. V 'WyiFS • like bretelles falling from the front fast- Iff! 'ening over tb'- shoulder as cape-sleeves and extending to the waist in the back. The main body • 1 . of the garment is made of an ft \ oblong piece 1 \ of cloth, slit at the back, cut in points at \ 1 1 the side and from here ex- / tending in a gradual curve / to the throat, L J with the omni- l present drap- ing drawing the material up toward the f center fasten- f ing. --Olivette. A Smart Winter Coat. A Girl’s Fear of “Olcl-Maidism” By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. b: e: H] [N D Cl los: El D doo: r>C One of the Greatest Mystery Stories [\J Ever Written 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 pi I 0 yErw/tar - 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. * * * It was late next morning when they all met at the breakfast table— all except the “bear.” «uKODAKSi;H?. Finishing and En- larging. A tfftrnploto stook lima, plates, papers, chemicals, etc. Bpaciai Mall Order Department tor out-of-town customers. Send for Oetelogue end Price Lift. A. K. HAWKtSCO. Kodak O 909 rtmeil 14 Whitehall St. ATLANTA. QA. 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