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Milady in the Morning One Woman’s Story By Olivette. A iSCINATING costumo <lu matin tills -and The woman who wishes t<» prove that It Is possible to look just as charming at 9 a. m. as at 9 I». hi. would do well to copy It. For the cap shir net Into a comfortably large head size; hand this with Inch ami a half satin ribbon in any becoming pastel shade with a soft bow at the front. To this hand fasten a shirring of soft lace and catch It up over either eye with a wee bunch of tiny roses. Tlie 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 binds the neck and forms the wide girdle matches that used on the 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 is such a lover gf music that a 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 music is rapid, they move rapidly, Irregu larly, and almost gayly. In this distinctive fashion may one know, by looking at Daysey Mayme, If she is hearing the majestic splen dor of Chopin's funeral march, or the fantastic, twinkling notes of the Cab bage Leaf Glidcy She has eh* wed her way gravely, slowly and solemnly through three selections from Wagner, closing each selection with a crashing of her Jaws that denoted an artist’s appreciation of art. when a long-haired man took his seat at the piano. Daysey Mayme knew instinctively that he was a great musician, for she HELP FOB WORKING GIRLS By Virginia T. Van De Water. CHAPTER XXXIII G RADUALLY Mary Fletcher’s 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 sewing 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. Danforth 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 «he would feel the tears rise to her eyes as she noted her mother’s absorntion In the tiny baby Mrs. Danforth was growing paler and thinner with each passing month. So fragile was she that her daughter tried to keep from her \I1 matters tha^ might distress her. As the elderly woman went to bed early, she did not often see her son-in-law when he'had been drinking tyeavil'' 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 leRt she suspect that he “had had something to drink.” “It might worry her/' she said, timidly. He tried to laugh her fears away "NonKonfl* 1 !" 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 an sober If asked to classify him. Besides,” with sudden gravity, “I never take too much liquor any how. It’s all your imagination.” His, 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 to tell him how un happy his habits were making his mother, but he silenced her appeal by a violent outburst. "I’ll thank you and ma to mini your own business!” he exploded. “And if I ev^r hear of her talking ♦ * you about yhur husband, and your letting her do It—there’ll be h— to pay— do you understand?” That whs Mary’s last protest. She could not run the risk of a repetition of such scenes as this, she said to herself. Perha^" 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 could not pronounce his name. She tried to pronounce the selection as signed to him on the program, and almost swallowed her gum. Another proof of his ability. _ He began to play, and Daysey 'reverential at the baby ■who bore his Mayme s jaws worked slowly. His name she was sure that the child hands moved a little faster, and her V vould yet be an influence for good I i jaws quickened their movement. It i the !lfe of tho father. That was her was a symphony In gum to watch ! encouragement, her comfort, as the he L- I months wore themselves away. I iien. ns one warms up to a sub- j 8ummer WftS a hot one, and the moved more rapidly • housework was not easy during the till It looked as if he nad ten hands; [burning days of July and August. th* n twenty nnu then forty, all mov- yet so long as the baby kept well the ‘ n £. a * °hce. young mother bore It bravely.ilWhen, l* aster and faster moved»hts hands. ajj WJta often the case, her husband Faster and faster moved Daysey her In the morning that he Mayme s Jaws. His hands flew from j would not be home that night—as he the highest sharp to the lowest flat an d a friend had decided to go down punctuating the air with many notes , the seashore for a dip In the ocean on the way. Never pausing, nev^r j— B he and her mother would dispense ■resting, taking the high notes as j w ith a hearty evening meal, and easily as the low, and Jumping from ; would have such simple and cool bar to bar breathlessly. I viands as they both liked. On such All eyes In the audience were on occasions Mary had the cheering as- M,m - one noticed that a young surance that she was economizing woman in front u t *as growing faint f*f or when Bert was ut home he must with exhaustion. No one realized the i have meat, and meat was expensive, penalty an artistic soul must pay for Yet, In spite of all her care, she found Two Girls Tell Story of Their Illness and How They Found Relief. delicately turned temperament, iill 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! "She must never go to a concert,” her physician commanded her when he had unlocked them. “She is too sympathetically and sensitively or ganized.” —FRANCKS L. GARSIDE. Up-to-Date Jokes J looking fl\e and NEW ORLEANS. LA.—“I take pleasure In writ ing these lines to express my grati tude to you. I am only 16 veers old and work In a tobacco factory. I have been a very sick girl but I have improved wonderfully since taking Lydia E. Pink ham’a Vege table Compound and am now feeling a thousand •is'*—Miss Amelia JaquU- SeWnlh Street. New Or- tlines bette! lard. 613 8. leans, La. ST CLAIR. PA.—"My mother was alarmed because my pertods were suppressed and I had pains in my back and side, and sever** headaches. I had pimples on my face, my com plexion was sallow, my sleep was dis turbed. I had nervous spells, was very tired and had no ambition. Lydia E. Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound has worked a charm in my oeae and has regulated me. I worked In a mill imong hundreds of girls and have recommended your medicine to many nf them ”—Miss Estslla Maguire. 110 Thwlng Street, Saint Clair. Pa There Is nothing that tsftches mors than experience. Therefore, such let ter* from girls who have suffered and v ere restored to health by Lydia B. Plnkham’s Vegetable Compound should b* a lesson to others The same remedy la within reach of all. If vou want speolal advioo writs to Lydia E. Ptnkham Medicine Co. (con fidential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read end answered by a woman and held in strict confi dence. A certain Midland doctor was one liny out sca-f.shing with h friend, j During operations the medico’s sinker came off and was loat. Here was a dilemma. No sinker, no more fishing that day. Ha’ Happy thought—his flask. No sooner said that done. The bottle 1 was filled with water, carefully corked j and sent down on its mission. After i 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, too!” • • • “What," Inquired the Sunday school teacher of her youthful pupils, “what are divers dipeases?” 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, miss,” answered Johnni?. “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 j work, consequently he w as not in a I very good humor During the meal | his lovfng spoil e chanced to remark. “There’s a black cat been on our 1 doorstep this morning. James—that's 1 a sign there's a stranger cornin’. I I wonder who it can be?” “Well.” replied James, gazing glum- I lv 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, “hus never been anything but a liability,” that they could not pay their b»i!s promptly. Bert was putting “a bit of cash into business.” ho explained, and Mary tried to believe him. Yot there were times when there was sc little 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 1 am gone, it will be yours anyway’—if there is anything left after I am hurled.” The younger woman shuddered at 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 1 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 to town the following morn ing with 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 “so tired'* that she admitted she “would like to lie still if It w’ould not inconvenience anybody," the lonely widow closed her eyes forever In this world. But She Hadn’t. “What’s the matter, old chap? Yoj look ns if you hadn’t had a wink of sleep all night." “I 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- eomenesa of solitude because she kep her word, eh?” “Not by a jugful. I wish she had.” Playing Safe. The diner thrust tho 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 worst," Latest in Gowns Seen at Newport Tournament -r~r ... tAa •*! -a, 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 in 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 a pannier skirt and nonv 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 mer. HER STREAK OF LUCK t i j 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 13th of the month was a re&l 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 my 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 C&natows and the 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 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 hack streets and alleys for fear I should meet some of my guests and they would notice the chicken legs pro truding from my bundles. 1 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 a5* 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 mostly 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 • soup if you have to use your fists on him.’ " "Then 1 wftat back languidly to my wondering guests 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 eyesr 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 dinper. "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 tin* 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 sizz and a geyser In the a 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. Skill 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 keej 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 th** 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 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 le/t of th- dinner. At least I did, with my guilty secret off mv> mind. “As for the 13th of the month—put me down ns a strong believer in dark est superistitions! ” Flaying 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.” IMSiKUHNfrmHISW BY TDOROTHY i^TDIX 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, wfc« sjMMid so much money upon Peaches that they frequently have note, lug left with which to buy meat ami potatoes for family use. For Peaches are expensive. Very, ami do much 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 is 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 ipan’s reach. The other is that, for some unknown reason scientists have never been able to cxnln,in. no 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 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 is to get your Peach before the down and the blushes on itya 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 finds that instead of being sweet and ten der it is sour and hard; for, alas, many a pencherino 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 blnsh 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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