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Milady in the Morning
One Woman s
Story
By Olivette.
A i \St iNATINO continue <lu matin thin-^nnd the woman who wishes
to prove that it is possible to look just as charming at it a. m. as at i)
p. m. would do well to copy it.
For the cap shir net Into a comfortably large head size; band this with
Inch and a half satin rlhhon in any becoming pastel shade with a soft bow
at the front. To this bond fasten a shirring of soft lace and catch it up
over either eye with a wee hunch of tiny roses. The negligee has a broad
fichu of shadow lace and flowered net ('aught at the back and front with
•Ingle large roses, and the ribbon that hinds the neck and forms the wide
girdle matches that used on tin* charming “bonnet.” The sleeves and lower
part of the negligee are of white voile banded with the lace.
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
D aysey mayme appleton i*
such a lover qt music that .1
deaf man at a concert has only
to look at her face to tell the charac
ter of the music the orchestra Is play
ing
If dignified and majestic, her jaws
move slowly and with regular rhythm
over her chewing gum. If the mufcle
Ik rapid, they move rapidly, irregu
larly, and almost gayly.
In this distinctive fashion may on?
know, by looking at Daysey Mayme,
If -dii > healing the majestic splen
dor of (’hopin'* funeral march, or the
fantafdi . twinkling notes of the Cab
bage Leaf Glide.
She has chewed her way gravely,
slowly and solemnly through three
■elections from Wagner, closing oh *h
selection with a crashing of her Jaws
that denoted an artist's appreciation
of art, when a long-haired man took
his cat at the piano.
Daysey Mayme knew instinctively
th. t ho was a great mush lan. for she
HELP FOH
WORKING GIRLS
Two Girls Tell Story of
Their Illness and How
They Found Relief.
NEW ORLEANS. LA.—‘T take
pleasure In writ
ing these linen to
express my grati
tude to you. 1
am only 16 years
old and work in
a tobacco factory.
I have been a
very sick girl but
1 have Improved
wonderfully since
taking Lydia K. 1
Plnkham’n Vege- ;
table Compound j
and am n o w
•Poking fine and feeling a thousand
could not pronounce his name. She
ried to pronounce the selection as
signed to him on the program, and
TrtmoRt swallowed her gum. Another
proof of his ability.
He began to play, and Daysey
Mavines Jaws worked slowly. His
hands moved a little faster, and h^r
jaws quickened their movement, it
was a symphony in gum to watch
her.
Then, as one warms up to a sub
ject, his hands moved more rapidly
till it looked as if he »iad ten hands;
then twenty and then forty, all mov
ing at once.
Faster and faster moved his hands.
Faster and faster moved Daysey
Mayme'g jaws. His hands flew from
the highest sharp to the lowest flat
punctuating the air with many notes
on the way. Never pausing, never
resting, taking the high notes as
easily as the low. and Jumping from
bar to bar breathlessly.
All eyes In the audience were on
him. No one noticed that a young
woman in front was growing faint
wi’h exhaustion. No one realized the
penalty an artistic soul must pay for
a delicately turned temperament, till
Daysey Mayme rose to her feet, gave
a scream that sounded choked in the
middle, and fell to the floor.
Her jaws had become locked!
"S i. must never go to a concert,”
her physician commanded her when
he had unlocked them. “She is too
sympathetically and sensitively or
ganized."
— FitAMUR L. GARSIDE.
Up-to-Date Jokes
times better."- Miss Amelia Jaquil-
lard, 613 Seventh Street New Or
leans, La.
8T. (’LAIR, PA—“My mother was
alarmed because my period* were
puppre*sed and 1 had pains In my
back and side, and severe headaches,
t had pimples on my face, my com
plexion was sallow, my sleep w as dis
turbed I had nervous spell*, was very
tired and had no ambition Lydia B
Plnkham's Vegetable Compound haa
worked a charm in my cause and has
regulated mo I worked In a mi’l j
• mong hundreds of girls snd have
recommended your medicine to many
of them " Miss Estella Maguire, lib
Thwing Street. Saint Clair. Pa
There is nothing that teaches more
than experience Therefore, such let
ter* from girls who have suffered and
Wore restored to health by Lydia E
Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound
•hould be a lesson to others The
ft&me remedy is within reach of all
If vou want special advice write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co, (,oon-
ftcent al). Lynn, Mail. Your latter
•rill be opened, read and answered by
a woman and Held in strict confi
dence.
A certain Midland doctor was one
day out sea -fishing with a friend.
During operations the medico’s* sinker
imr off and was lo.vt Here was a
dilemma No sinker, no more fishing
that day.
Ha! Happy thought—his flask. No
sooner said that done. The bottle
was filled with water, carefully corked
and sent down on Its mission. After
a few minutes’ intervals the doctor
was* lucky enough to pull up a fine
pair of whiting, one on each hook.
Ha. doctor." exclaimed his com
panion. "twins thin time!”
"Yea.” replied the doctor, with a
«mlle. “and brought up on a bottle,
too!"
• • •
“What,” inquired the Sunday school
teacher of her youthful pupils, "what
are divers diseases?"
Bashful or ignorant, the scholars
clung tenaciously to the doctrine that
little boys should be seen an ! d not
heard
"Come,’’ purnued the teacher, “can’t
anv of you tell me'.’"
Then Johnnie’s arm shot up.
"Well?" asked the teacher.
“Please, miss.” answered JohnnD,
' water on the brain.”
• • •
For the third time In the week he
had been given fried bacon for hi*
dinner when he returned home from
work, consequently h»* was not In a
very good humor During the meal
his loving spoil: c chanced to remark
"There's a black cat been on our
doorstep this morning. .Tames—that's
a sign there's a stranger cornin’. I
wonder who it can be?”
"Well.” replied James, gazing glum
ly at his plate. ”1 wouldn’t be sur
prise if it wasn't th’ butcher."
• • •
“They say my son Is a credit to me.”
Mine," said his friend, “has never
been anything but a liability.”
By Virginia T. Van De Water,
CHAPTER XXXIII.
C 'a R A DUALLY Mary Fletcher’s
j strength returned and she
was able to dispense with her
nurse and busy herself with her
household duties. The baby was not
robust, but he was not a fretful child.
To care for him was the young moth
er’s delight, and she loved to have
his cradle in the room where she sat
■ewlng or busy at occupations that
did not make his presence inexpedi
ent. But when she had to be in
the kitchen, or sweeping or dust
ing, Mrs. Dnnforth would beg to
be allowed to "look out for the child,"
and would watch the little fellow with
an expression of such happiness that
Mary would smile to see it. Yet
sometimes she would feel the tears
rise to her eyes as she noted her
mother’s absorption in the tiny baby
Mrs. Danforth was growing paler
and thinner with each passing
month. Bo fragile was she that her
daughter tried to keep from her \I1
mailers that might distress her. As
the elderly woman went to bed early,
■he did not often see her son-in-law
when he had been drinking heavil"
In fact, he seldom came home when
he was Actually drunk. Once, when
his breath reeked with whisky
Mary had suggested that he should
not see her mother lest she suspect
that he "had had something to
drink "
“It might worry her," she said,
timidly.
He tried to laugh her fears away
“Nonsense!” he retorted. “Your
mother Is so innocent that she would
never suspect that a man had taken
a glass of anything unless he hic
coughed and staggered. She has read
that those are the things that drunks
do. and unless a fellow showed those
Jolly symptoms she would put him
down as sober if asked to classify
him Besides," with sudden gravity,
“I never take too much liquor any
how. It's all your imagination."
Ills wife did not dispute his state
ment. She had found herself inca
pable of carrying out her mother-in-
law's instructions for managing Bert
She had tried lo tell him how un
happy his habits were making his
mother, hut he silenced her appeal by
a violent outburst.
"I’ll thank you and ma to mini
your own business!" he exploded.
"And if I ever hear of her talking ♦>
you about your husband, and your
letting her do It—there’ll be h— 10
pay—do you understand?"
That was Mary’s last protest. She
could not run the risk of a repetition
of such scenes as this, she said to
herself. Perha r> ~ when the baby
grew older—old enough to notice—
Bert would do better. Surely when
he saw his child’s clear eyes flx«*d
upon him he would be ashamed t •
drink.
Meanwhile Fletcher grew dally
more proud of his small son. Strange
ly enough, when the man had been
drinking he never touched the child
— and his wife noted this hopefully.
As she saw her big husband look
with a tenderness that was almost
reverential at the baby who bore his
name she was sure that the child
would yet be an Influence for good 1 1
the life of the father. That was her
encouragement, her comfort, as the
months wore themselves away.
The summer was a hot one. and the
housework was not easy during the
burning days of July and August.
Yet so long as the baby kept well the
young mother bore It bravely. When,
us was often the case, her husband
told her In the morning that he
would not be home that night—as he
and a friend had decided to go down
to the seashore for a dip in the ocean
—she and her mother would dispense
with a hearty evening meal, and
would have such simple and cool
viands ar, they both liked. On such
occasions Mary had the cheering as
surance that she was economizing—
for when Bert \Va» at home he must
Have mut, and meat was expensive.
Yet, in spite of all her care, she found
that they could not pay their bills
promptly. Bert was putting “a bit
of cash into business," he explained,
and Mary 'tried to believe him. Yet
there were times when there was sc
littie money In the house that Mrs.
Danforth would discover the condi
tion of affairs and would press upon
her daughter a few dollars taken
from the small insurance sum that
was her all.
"Let me help you a little, darling,"
she would urge when Mary would
protest. "When I am gone. It will be
yours anyway—if there is anything
left after I am burled."
The younger woman shuddered -it
the words. Surely, she thought, she
might be spared this sorrow for years
to come,
But her baby was only 8 months
old when the daughter knew that th“
dreaded grief was coming into her
life. It was only a few days after
Christmas that Bert returned from
the city one evening, his manner
showing that he had been drinking,
and went .0 town the following morn
ing with the expressed intention of
staying away overnight.
"A matter of business," be said,
sullenly. His wife asked no ques
tions, but the familiar fear assailed
her.
The next evening, after a day in
which Mrs. Danforth was “so tired"
that she admitted she "would like to
lie still if it would not inconvenient?
anybody," the lonely widow closed
her eyes forever in this world.
Latest in Gowns Seen at Newport Tournament
LCSSGH5 IN UNNATURAL HISTORY
BV TDOROTHY
T HE PEACH is a cross between the apple that Eve ate and an
American Beauty rose. It is composed of equal parts of sugar
and ginger, and possesses a flavor of which men never tire, from •
the cradle to the grave. Indeed, it is the favorite fruit of men, who
spend so much money upon Peaches that they frequently have noth
ing left with which to buy meat and potatoes for family use. For
Peaches are expensive. V ery, and do mucli to account for the high cost
of living.
The Peach is at its best when it is about eighteen years old, and
served up with a garnish of French millinery, although some people,
with simple tastes, prefer their Peaches au naturel.
Where the finest Peaches are raised is a matter of grave dispute
among the best horticulturists. Some contend that none have the same
sweetness as the common, or garden, variety that are grown in the
country. Other connoisseurs aver that the hothouse ones, raised under
glass, have a certain piquancy that the provincial ones lack. While
still others are strong for the theory that to produce a perfect Peach
you must transplant the rural species to the city while it i* still a slip,
and that by doing this you get the sweetness of the country and the
grace of the town combined.
It Is Freaky.
A strange peculiarity of this delectable fruit, however, is that it can
not be grown to order, and that it is freaky in choosing its habitat. For
instance, many a Peach springs from a dingy and frowsy tenement,
while millionaires spend hundreds of thousands of dollars in cultivating
a seedling that turns out to he nothing but a little, hard, knotty, green
fruit that they have to hire some mortgaged foreign aristocrat to take off
their hands.
in this connection two other peculiarities of this interesting fruit are
to be noted. One is that the most attractive l’each always hangs high
est on the tree, just beyond a man’s reach. The other is that, for some
unknown reason scientists have never been able to ernlatn. r.o man ever
wants the over ripe Peach that is ready to drop into his mouth. This is
why so many near-Peaches are left hanging on the parent bough.
In selecting Peaches tWo things are to l)e borne in mind. The first
is always to pick out a l’each while it is still wet with the dew of early
morning, as it is sweeter and fresher then than at at any other time. The
second is to get your l’each before the down and the blushes on its
cheeks have been rubbed off by much handling.
Sometimes a Peach isn't ns luscious as it looks, but owes its at
tractiveness to tlie pink mosquito netting with which it is covered, and
when a man gets it home he finds that instead of being sweet and ten
der it is sour and hard: for, alas, many a peacherlno of courtship turns
into the lemon of matrimony. There are microbes, however, in every
situation in life, and a man has to he sport enough to back his judg
ment in Peaches?
A Strange Fact.
Strangely enough, women do not seenl to care for Peaches unless
they happen to lie IT themselves. Otherwise they are Very scornful of
any particular l’each that their husbands, or any other man, admire,
and point out its defects. “Huh,” they cry, “can’t you see that Peach
is artificial, and that that blush is painted on its cheeks? I’d never lie
taken in by THAT.” This explains why Peaches are seldom found at
the family table.
Although, as has been said, Peaches are the favorite masculine
fruit they do not agree well with many men, causing internal trouble
and disagreement in the domestic regions. Also, they are very deplet
ing to the pocketbook.
Peaches are found in all parts of the country, but the finest selec
tion in the world is to be seen along Peachtree street.
Miss Roberta Willard.
Mrs. Arthur Scott Burden.
The tennis tournament at Newport was the mecca for the gathering of fashionables, and incidentally
gave the visitors to the qala summer capital an excellent opportunity of viewing the latest designs in the
dressmaking art. A mifd sensation was caused when Mrs. Arthur Scott Burden made her first appearance at
the court togged out in her new "leopard" dress, as it has been termed. While the dress, to some, gave it the
apeparance of being of the split skirt variety, there was nothing objectionable in its lines. Miss Willard, in
a pannier skirt and oonv coat, the latter offset with a white chiffon collar, also came in for considerable com
ment, a great many of those present declaring it to be one of the prettiest gowns seen at the resort this sum-
HER STREAK OF LUCK
Makes Dress Shields
Absolutely Unnecessary
“I
But She Hadn’t.
“What’s the matter, old chap? Yoj
look as If you hadn’t had a wink of
sleep all night."
“I haven’t. You eee. my wife
threatened never to speak to me again
if I didn’t come home last night be
fore 10 o'clock, and I didn't."
"I see; you’re finding out the lone-
someness of solitude because she kep
her word, eh?”
“Not by a Jugful. I wish she had.
Playing Safe.
The diner thrust the tip of his
knife into the yellow disc which the
waiter had brought him. He held it
up to the light and examined it. while
the waiter stood by anxiously. Then
the diner resolutely returned the yel
low disc to his plate and scraped some
of it upon his bread.
“I take thee," he said, "for butter
or worse."
KNOW you won’t believe me,"
plaintively began the young
woman who was crocheting the
bedspread. "Nobody with a particle
of common sense would believe me,
but that dinner party i gave on the
t3th of the month was a real party.
Occasionally when I think of It the
affair seems like one of those moving
picture dreams that cause you to won
der how on earth they made the films,
“If I hadn’t tried to be so stylish
and act like an etiquette book hostess
it wouldn’t have been so bad, for then
iny guests could have shared my sor
row with me. I made the fatal mis
take of attempting to conceal my hys
teria under a set smile and by pre
tending that this world we live in is a
happy little place and that I was hav
ing a really delightful time.
“I had modestly said when I invited
the Oanstows and t'he Amsleys that
we would have the chickens sent over
from the farm in Michigan.
“So when I reached home at 6
o’clock the night of the dinner and
found the cook hanging over the front
gate waiting for me with the news
that the chickens had not come, I was
somewhat upset.
“The stores in our suburb close with
great promptness at 6 o’clock, but by
doing a Marathon I reached the butch
er shop Just a.* the man was locking
up. There I purchased some cold
storage fowls that I knew every one
would recognize as cold storage. And
after my country chicken boasts, too!
Discovered.
"Tearing madly through the back
streets and alleys for fear I should
meet some of my guests and they
would notice the chicken legs pro
truding from my bundles. I reached
home and fell into my dinner dress.
The man I always have to serve at
dinners was on hand preparing the
table, and I talked with feverish
brightness to the Canstows and Ams
leys a51 7 o'clock arrived and passed.
“Then my husband, whom I had
not been able to warn, began signal -
rng to know why dinner was not an
nounced Just then I was called to
the kitchen and found the cook in a
violent rage.
“The second girl in Some manner,
in endeavoring to help, had thrown
out the soup! It was cream mush
room soup at that! And I had mostlv
expected It to make a hit, with my
guests!
“I fixed the serving man with a
stern eye. Run,’ I hissed, ‘as fast as
you can, to the grocer’s! He lives
over his store! Get some canned
soup if you have to use your fists on
him ’
“Then I went back languidly to my
wondering gues»t9 and kept on acting
as if everything was going beauti
fully. I think the hardest possible
thing to do is to act as if nothing is
happening when people are starving
to death before your eyes and staring
at you reproachfully.
“Finally, after millions of years, a
perfectly impassable faced .‘«erving
man, who didn’t in the least look as
though he had been engaged in hold
ing up an honest grocery, announced
dinner.
“I thought at first it was my emo
tion that made the soup taste so
queer, but afterward I found that the
man had got a can of clam bouillon
and a can of tomato soup, and they
didn’t seem to mix well. He had not
noticed the unusual character of this
combination in his excitement.
Like Sawdust.
“Then Mrs. Canstow began to be
sympathetic, which was very hard to
bear. She conveyed in the most deli
cate manner the feeling that of
course she realized my dinner was
a failure, but that nothing less could
have been expected, since I was the
person giving it. That woman has
the most uncanny habit of always
having things absolutely perfect. If
she’d only make a failure now’ and
then I could grow quite fond of- her.
"The next thing that happened was
a slzz and a geyser in the pantry.
John, with a resigned sigh, rose from
his seat and faded Into the back re
gions. The serving man, nervous
from the tragedies of the evening,
had let the cork of the champagne
bottle pop out and half the con
tents had escaped, so John knew if
he wanted to save the second bottle
he’d have to go and attend to it him
self. Still I maintained my perfect
calm and silently dared Mrs. Can
stow to notice anything.
"The chicken was like sawdust in
my mouth, and I was firm in my be
lief that the cook had put cinnamon
in the salad dressing Instead of mus
tard. However, I gritted my teeth
and kept my eye figuratively on the
end of the evening and tried to keep
my mind running toward it in a
straight line.
“Then there came an awful explo
sion from the kitchen that made
everybody jump and spill things. Most
of us rushed to see what was the
trouble.
“The gas stove oven had blown up
because the frenzied cook had left it
turned on for thirty minutes without
lighting it—and I wish you could have
seen the carelessly artistic manner in
which the cheese and crackers, which
w r ere supposed to be toasting, were
plastered over the walls.
“However, it was a relief not to
have to pretend any longer. I Just
told them all about everything and
the awful strain I had been under,
and then we peacefully ate w’hat was
left of the dinner. At least I did,
w ith my guilty secret off my mind.
“As for the 13th of the month—put
me down as a strong believer in dark
est superistitlons!"
Playing Safe.
The diner thrust the tip of his knife
into the yellow disc which the waiter
had brought him. He held it up to I
the light and examined it, w’hile the
waiter stood by anxiously. Then the
diner resolutely returned the yellow
disc to his plate and scraped some of
It upon his bread.
"I take thee," he said, "for butter
or worse.’’
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