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r / felhHOjiglWHWii Milady in the Morning f i ; One Woman’s Story 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 ters from glrta who have suffered and fcrsre restored to health by Lydia E. Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound Should be a lesson to others The tame remedy Is within reach of ail. If von want speolal advioe write to Lydia E. Plokham Medicine Co, (con fidential) , Lynn, Maes. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by • woman and held in strict oonfi- den a®. 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. 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