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Latest in Gowns Seen at Newport Tournament
By Olivette.
A I ArtffNATTVO costume dij matin this—and the woman who wishes
to prove that It la p»«w»lhle to look Just a» charming at 1» a. m. as at 0
p. m. would do well to copy It.
For the cap shir net Into a comfortably large head size; band thla with
tech'and a half satin ribbon In any becoming pastel shade with a soft bow
at the front. To this band fasten a shirring of soft lari; 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 caught at the back and front with
single large roses, and the ribbon that hinds the neck and forms the wide
girdle matches that used on the charming "bonnet.” The sleeves and lower
part of the negligee are of while voile handed with the lace.
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. CARBIDE.
D AYSEY MAYME APPLETON !*
such a. lover qf music that a
deaf man at a concert ban only
to look at her fare to tell the charac
ter of the music the orchestra la play-
Inpr
f It dignified and majestic, her Jaw*
move slowly and with regular rhythm
over her chewing gum If the music
la rapid, they move rapidly, irregu
larly, and almoin gayly.
In thla distinctive fashion may one
know, by looking at Daysey Mavrn**.
If she )» hearing the majestic splen
dor of (’hopin’* funeral march, or the
fantastic, twinkling note* of the Cab
bage I^eaf Glide.
Fha has chewed her way gravely,
•lowly and solemnly through thr**«*
•elections from Wagner, closing each
selection with a craahlng of her Jaw*
that denoted an artist’* appreciation
of art, when a long-haired man took
hi* seat at the piano.
Daysey Maym*- knew instinctively
that he waa a great musician, for she.
HELP FOR
WORKING GIRLS
Two Girls Tell Story of
Their Illness and How
They Found Belief.
fVEW ORLEANS, LA.—-I take
pleasure In writ
ing these linos to
express my gratl-
tuds to you. I
am only 18 years
old and work In
a tobacco factory.
I have bean a
very sick girl but
I have Improved
wonderfully since
taking Lydia K.
riukhain a Vege
table Compound
and am
too Icing fine und feeling a thousand
times hotter.**—Miss Amelia Jaqull-
iarfi, 811 Seventh Street. New Or
leans, La
8T. CLAIR, PA.—"My mother was
alarmed becauae my perluda were
Suppressed and I had pains In my
tack and side, and severe headaches,
t hsd pimples on my face, ray cora-
Slexloo was sallow, my sleep was dis
turbed. I had nervous spell*, waa very
fired and had no ambition. Lydia R
Plnkham’s Vegetabl# Compound haa
iroiiied a charm In my case and has
regulated me I worked In a mill
tmong hundreds of girls and have
fecommended your medicine to many
if them"—Miss Kstella .Maguire. 110
rhwing Street, Saint Clair. Pa.
There Is nothing that teaches more
JJian experience. Therefore, such let
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fcrsre restored to health by Lydia E.
Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound
Should be a lesson to others The
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Lydia E. Plokham Medicine Co, (con
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• woman and held in strict oonfi-
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could not pronounce his name. She
tried to pronounce the selection as
signed to him on rhe program, an I
almost swallowed her gum. Another
proof of his ability.
He began to piny, and Daysey
Mayme’s Jaws worked slowly. His
hands moved a llttl* faster, and her
Jaws quickened their movement. It
w?v* 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 had ten hands,
then twenty and than forty, all mov
ing at once.
Faster and faster moved his hands.
Faster and faster moved Daysey
Mayme’* Jaws His hAnd* flew from
the highest sharp to the lowest flat
punctuating the air with many notes
on the way Never pausing, nev°r
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
wifh exhaustion No one realized the
penalty an artistic soul must pay for
a delicately turned temperament, ctll
l>aysey Mayme rose to her feet, gave
a stream that sounded choked In the
middle, and fell to the floor.
Her Jaws had become locked!
“She must never go to a concert,"
her physician commanded her when
he had unlocked them. "She Is too
sympathetically and sensitively or
ganized."
—FRANCEH L. OARHIDE.
Up-to-Date Jokes
A certain Midland doctor was one
day out wa-flshlng with a friend.
During operations the medico's sinker
cams off and was lout 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 this time!"
Yes. replied the doctor: with a
smile, "and brought up on a bottle,
tool"
• • •
“What," Inquired the Sunday school
teacher of her youthful pupils, “what
are divers diseases?"
Bashful or ignorant, the scholars
clung tenaciously to tho doctrine that
little boys should be seen and not
heard.
"Come," pursued the teacher, “can’t
any of you tell me?"
Then Johnnie’s arm shot up.
“Well?" asked the teacher.
“Please, tnias," answered Johnnie,
“water on the brain."
• • •
For the third time In the week he
hHd been given fried bacon for his
dinner when he returned home from
work, consequently ho was not in a
very good humor. During the meal
his loving spouse chanced to remark.
“There’s a black cat been on our
doorstep this morning, James—that’s
a sign there's a stranger cornin’. I
wonder who It can be?"
"Well.” replied James, gazing glum
ly at his plate, “I 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.
G RAL.fAJ.LY Mary Fletcher's '
strength returned and ah-; I
was able to dispense with her ■
nurse and bu*y herself with her j
household duties. The baby was not |
robust, but he was not a fretful child. |
To car* for him was the young moth- j
er*s delight, and sh* loved to hav'; •
his cradle in the room where she sa r . I
sewing or busy at occupations that I
did not make hit presence tnexpedl- }
ent. But when she ha/f to be in
the kitchen, or sweeping or dust
ing, Mrs Dan forth would beg to
be allowed to ‘Took out for the child."
and would watch the little fellow wltn
an expression of such happiness that
Mary would smile to see It. Tet
sometimes she would feel the tears |
rise to her eyes as she noted fcer
mother's absorption In the tiny baby I
Mrs iMnforth was growing paier I
and thinner with each passing 1
month. So fragile was she that her I
daughter tried to keep from her ill
marters that might distress her. As |
the elderly woman went to bed early, j
she did not often see her son-in-law *
when he had been drinking heavilv j
In fact, he seldom came home when j
hs was actually drunk Once, when j
his breath reeked with whisky j
Mary had suggested that he shoulli
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 ahe would
never suspect that a man had taken
a glass of anything unless he hi"- j
coughed and staggered. 8h* 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 sadden gravity,
"I never take too much liquor any
how It’s all your imagination.”
His wife did not dispute his state
ment. Hhe had found herself inca
pable of carrying out her mother-in-
law’s instructions for managing Bert.
She had tried to tell him how un
happy his habits were making h!l
mother, but he silenced her appeal by
a violent outburst.
"I'll thank you and ma to min I
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— to
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 Perhac*- when the baby
grew older—old enough to notice—
Bert would do better. Surely when
he saw his child’s clear eyes fixed
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
w ould yet be an influence foT good 11
the life of the father. That was her
encouragement, her comfort, as the
months wore themselves away.
The summer waa 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,
as was often the case, her husband
told her tn 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 und her mother would dispense
with a hearty evening meal, and
would have such simple und cool
viands as they both liked. On such
occasions Mary had the cheering as
surance that she was economizing—
for when Bert was ut home he must
have meat, 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 so
little money In the house that Mrs.
Dan forth 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 mo 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
ieft after I am buried."
The younger woman shuddered at
the words. Surely, she thought, she
might be spared this sorrow for years
to come.
But her baby waa 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 Bort returned from
the city one evening, his manner
showing that he had been drinking,
and went to town the following morn
ing wltt) the expressed intention of
staying away overnight.
"A matter of business,” he 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 “s<> tired"
that she admitted she “would like to
lie still If It would not Inconvenience
anybody," the lonely widow closed
her eyes forever In this world.
LESSONS IN UNNMNRALHISjOSY
by TDOROTHY aTDJX
But She Hadn’t.
“What’s the matter, old chap? Yoj
look as If you hadn’t had a wink of
sleep all night."
“1 haven’t. You see. 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-
aomeness of solitude because she kept
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,"
T
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 gala summer capital an excellent opportunity of viewing the latest designs m the
dressmaking art. A mild 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
s pannier skirt and ponv 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 che resort this sum-
“I
KNOW you won’t believe me,"
plaintively began the young
woman who was crocheting the
bedspread. "Nobody with a particle
of common sense would l>|lleve me,
but that dinner party I gave on the
13th of the month was a real party.
Occasionally when I think of It the
affair seems like one of those moving
picture dream.s 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
my gue.sta could have shared my sor
row with me. I made the fata! 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 Canstows and the Amsleys that
we would have the chickens sent over
from the farm in Michigan.
“Bo when I reached home at 8
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 as 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 dross
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 as 7 o’clock arrived and passed.
“Then my husband, whom I had
not been able to warn, began signal-
rag to know why dinner was not an
nounced. Just then T 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 mostly
expected it to make a hit with my
guests!
“I fixed the nerving man with a
stem eye. ‘Run,’ I hissed, ‘as fast as*
you can. to the grocer’s! He lives
over his Ptore! Get some canned
soup if you have to use your fists on
him ’
"Then I went back languidly to my
wondering guents 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 serving
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 1 could grow quite fond of her.
"The next thing that happened was
a sizz 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
h«- wanted to save the second bottle
he’d have to g<> 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 thiaty minutes without
lighting it—and I wish you could have
seen the carelessly artistic manner in
which the cheese and crackers, which
were 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 what was
left of the dinner. At least I did,
with my guiUy secret off my mind.
"As for the 13th of the month—put
me down as a strong believer in dark
est superistitions! ”
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 yellow
disc to his plate and scraped some of
It upon his bread.
“I take thee," he said, “for butter
or worse."
IIE 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 go much money upon 1'eaches that they frequently have noth
ing left with which to buy meat and potatoes for family use. For
Peaches are expensive. Very, and do much to account for the high cost
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
countrv 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
y ou must transplant the rural species to the city while it Ls 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 be 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 Peach 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 explain, no man ever
wants the over ripe Peach that is ready to drop into liis mouth. This is
why so many T near-Peaches are left hanging on the parent bough.
’ In selecting Peaches two things are to be borne in mind. The first
is always to pick out a Peach 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 Ik to get your Peach before the down and the blushes on its
cheeks have been rubbed off by much handling.
Sometimes a Peach isn’t as luscious as it looks, but owes its at
tractiveness to the pink mosquito netting with which it is covered, and
when a man gets it home he linds that instead of being sweet and ten
der it is sour and hard: for. alas, many a peacherino of courtship turns
into the lemon of matrimony. There are microbes, however, in every
situation in life, and a man has to be sport enough to back his judg
ment in Peaches.
A Strange Fact.
Strangely enough, women do not seem to care for Peaches unless
they happen to be IT themselves. Otherwise they are very scornful of
any particular Peach 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 be
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
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