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♦ MAGAZINE Fashions That Are Coming Soon Exclusive Styles Described by Olivette ft.* G«rm*a of B**wh*r4 K»il«nuii»- gwrwn C«f*Ttfht*4. '*'»• try * 9*r tn. XagifaJ) tr*n*t*r*B •«* Z> by . lfia, ►- isiaraaHaMl Mr*«* TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. pauseo and hr . ould bear her >»urtrk breathing. **Wfiat you My la probably \er\ true. Itf i*«. Uoyd, he »aid quietly, after h little pau*e. “Hut why * hop Id you cW’ "In other words, *h« replied ae quiet ly, "It Is none of my particular •on oem No—don t interrupt It it only my concern as a v«r>" dear friend. You mav not give me that title on >«»ur •ade, but I take it on mine Leaving that aside, there i* 'he dun of r uceeen J hate failure and, above ail, 1 hate failure in a man w»--* h** pot in him th* elements of failun Vou have not >fr. Allan If it wer< nothing 1 -^. father pick* men *oo well to make * mistake in «o big an enterprise a* tliir It hurts me to see you throwing away the one thing that ou\* lived for quitting under fire, burying \ ourself alive, instead of taking your place on tbe firing line Allan stared itraight out be tort mtn I or a few minute*, and th n lie Mulled a weary little emtio. “Mies Lloyd," he said, “in spite of the way you word It, I understand how great a compliment you art paying me. I haven’t quit under fire There is no battle, tior even an active hick-- I'm jua* being starved out I am cut oft from my source of supplies, and for th« present, at least, there can be no thought of an active campaign "Why not?" she demanded. He gave her a quick, curious look. Certainly she must know why. "We have no money," he replied briefly. "Well, how oo you suppose you are going to get money? Who is going to get it if you don’t? And how are you going to get it while you are burled down here? I don’t know of any one who is going to hire detective* to run you down and tie you while they can force i notify upon you *' Al'an laughed » little, silently, and then turned grave "I have tried everything 1 can think of, Mies Uoyd," ha said, in a tone that indicated that the conversation was be coming a bore. This the girl ignored. "Did you talk" to father?" she demand ed, though she knew every detail of the negotiations. Align nodded "Of course "Well?” "Mr Uoyd did not hold out me slightest hope that any money could be raised in the near future^' This time it was the girl who luugheu silently. He gtvi her a puzzled, curious look "When was that?" ahe asked "Last November. "A year ago!" she exclaimed re proachfully. "No wonder! Father's hfcnds were very much tied then- he was Just rounding up the remnants of the panic Everything lb very different now ’ A quick flush, a gleam of hope leaped to Allan’s fact "Do you mean that you think your father *«** some hope of raising money again?" .je asked, and hla voice trem bled slightly. "I am sure of it. wu& the unexpect ed reply. It wun fully ten seconds before Allan could trust himself to speak again. The girl appreciated the cfTect of her owti words. "Whu -how e. hat make- you think ao?" Hi* voice was almost husky with emotion. She did pot answer at once. Hhe ap peared to be reflecting. "Mr. Allan," site -ai l with some tim idity, real or feigned If 1 would—If I were to trust you with what is practi cally a coufldeme, you would not be tray me you would l»c careful, vouldn’t you? '•Of course!" he cried eagerly, and then he remembered. "But if it is a confidence He left the sentence open Aga in sht appeared to he turning something over In her mind. Allan waited with a heating heart, his eyes hungrily trying to read the beautiful tu£e. She wo* buttoning and unbut toning a glove HI tell you," she derided "There ;• hot only a chance, hut a practical cer tainty, If you handle the matter with your old skill 1 talked thin over with rather—a sort of final talk—the other day. He said that there was no < hance that the public could be Induced to in vest for at least a year after work had been resumed and wa« showing the best results. " ‘Well. 1 said can t vou and some of your friends put up the money to carry on the work until the public it; ready to come in again? " T’osslhl.v. said father? ‘In fact, I am almost certain that some such ar rangement could now be made If we had uny assurance*: that Allan feels able to go on and finish the work We can t go to him and cross- examine him about It That's on* rea son I Imped you would be able to induce him to call. Now, then, Mr. Allan, in the vernacular of the street. It seems to me that it c up to you! Mian v a» boldine lna handkerchief uo to his face a* if be had been per spiring. When he lowore.1 it hi* cheeks were flushed and there was a utrange glitter In hit* eyes He reached over J without » word ami pressed her gloved I hand in his until th* pain almost mads her cry out. "! wonder," she smiled, "1 wonder If ! now. vou would come to dinner, auy th* day after to-morrow. * "Would I? he laughed uncertainly. "Why. Mm* Uoyd, you’d have to call out the militia to keep me sway " The car drew up to the door of the administration building it nd Allan step ped out. "t'nti: day after to-morrow." he said, holding her hand for an instant. “And — God bless you’” And as the big car darted off, Miss Uoyd leaned hack against the cushions, rubbing her bruised Angers softly against her cheek, with a little* trium phant smile on her Hr** More Fencing. There was no doubt that Uoyo was glad to sec Allan. If for no other reason he would have been glad because the presence of tha Tun ned master gave pleasure to his daugh ter. Mr. IJoyd did not pride himself on his social diplomacy, but he was a delightful host an<i his daughter was the one living thing that he loved. Xllau thought when Ethel entered the library where they were taking a cock- tall before dinner that ho had never scon so magnificent * woman Hhe wore th* price of an office building on her shoulders and In her hair, but without any adornment she would have been striking fihe was fully as tall us hs was, with long limbo and slender, broad and slightly eloping shoulders. Even In her amazing dinner gown she moved with the easy, sleepy grace of a wild thing "Diana civilized! vllsn exclaim ©d under his breath. "Why, how do you do, Mr. Allan!” she exclaimed. “1 told rather you had finally written to accept an Invitation, but that he’d better not beiievo It until he had seen you.” Allan quickly grasped the idea that her father was not to know of bar visit to Tunnel City." "T cams a* soon as I could, Miss Uoyd," he replied. "Well, we’ll have to arrange things so that you can come more frequently won't we. father?" By all means," smiled the old gentle man. The dinner was a gay affair. Mr. Uoyd laughed and joked with an un usual freedom, and it suddenly occurrod to Allan that the great flnuncier whs reaching an age where his mind might not always be as keen and sure as it hud been. Ffvorabl# Signs. | lie ill*.) noticed tor the lir.it time un- imMukuMe signs that he wa, cninHuta- ly under the domination of his splendid daughter All of which set Allan to thinking very hard behind the mask of light table talk After dinner Mi l.loyd suggirte,! ilia! Klhel entertain them with a song or two; but tbe girl shook her bead. "NO, lather," she raid with a little •mile, "Mr. Allan docs not like tnuetc." Nou Allan had net . ; r prided hlmeell on being a social diplomat either. In- •lead of tnetontlv denying the charge he gave the girt a look of startled sur prise. To Be Continued To-momow. One Woman’s Storv ByvmiNiA terhune vas de water Davsey iVlayme and Her Folks *v rs AJJCT58 l. GARSIDF. vlth he ;!aring of > none to I ET a inan preface a remark ‘Statistic* w u an-- " an can make the n o njisttaterm-iH* «, cal! bill. dwwp. It is tn • .iti< counci • ' rue learntd j ^XXggei lion. The world '*cev ‘‘{tts- *lattes w ,,w ... 1 -'inediateh prepare, to a crept abet It precedes a« an uncontrovertible remit of Ion,; and studious, effort C hauncey Peveyc .Appleton, uu pres- j idem of tbe Children's Congs.-ss, dis played many traits of on, mature .tg, ’ the day he turn, j from that modern maternal fount, the nursing bottle he had devoted hi* life tu it . ... cumula tion of statist!, s. ell ha.i discovered while atl Infant that "Statistics will •hew” marked the student <■, ne. ■ the prevaricator The child statistician, uto r d. '-ot- •tt| some time to « collectlm of pa rental negative, called the Children s ONI frees i hig report "It la not enough," the call read that we should Know ourselves. \v must know opr parents aa well." "I find," be said, looking over hie flatter, "tli»t . tn.'t v . . Ing 'c that <,.) timer Jt it more Gift, - to ft', a defir. t report op - r. but T . . out o' 66 tat'.era enforce ‘he com utaai the Hr. Mm H«»* elfned. Hie tecum . tug. Sle€ in their cha.ri and looked .me what depreeeta "•fjo'nr !n* detail n • ,et un By Olivette T PMHS Mniplo tni|«i maiic or ilitrk (jtoeu duvtdyn on the left Is absolutely the "dernier ert" of the 1‘nris inodes. The woman who means t" copy it must make sure tluit tier tailor is an adept at line, l or gracei'nl easy lines ore more than ever necessary when slmidieU.v rules tn the tailor-made realm. The three-ijiiarter coat is cut. away altove the waist, anil ends in a swallowtail at the back. At the neck there is u round collar of Ivory liberty. The sleeves have tucks at the line that would or dinarily mark the cuff. A draped belt of the duve- tyn passes through straps formed hy ruts In the coat, and is knotted at the hack tn two sash ends finished by a double row of silk tassels In self-col ored stlk. The plain round skirt, has a panel of pressed pleats extending across the hawk In sunburst fash ion. The afternoon frot k in the center is of copper colored erepe meteor with a dash of sapphire bluo in the soft silk girdle. The kimono bodice opens to the waist line in a surplice. The deep collar and cuffs arc of embroidered white linep edged with a double row of knife plaited Valenciennes. The little waistcoat is made of folds of ivory net. The blue girdle ties in a square bow at the left side of the surplice. The short round skirt is gathered at the waist and falls straight to the ankle, where a narrow fold finishes the hem. The front panel Is trimmed at the center of Its length by four close set two-inch tucks. This stunning afternoon dress on the right bears all the hall-marks of the smart French dressmaker, and yet the woman who has a hit of skill or a clever seamstress can fashion one like It. The materials used are prairie green satin for the coat tuuj bro caded crepe of the same beautiful shade fur the skirt and simple bebe waist. The waist, which Is invisible in our picture, has a deep yoke of net trimmed in simple flounces of the same material. The coat is slightly hloused with broad low armholes from which the material extends tn a long half fitted sleeve, buttoned with tiny round buttons up to the elbow and finished with little net frills. Net Is the broad shawl collar edged in pleated flounces of the same. A huge ornament of embroidery in light tones fastens the draped girdle at the middle front. Two points gathered at the waist extend from the girdle on each side of the front. At the back there Is a small square panel for the same height. 'Die skirt fastens in front and is trimmed in groups of the satin buttons; and at the foot there ts a short slit to show the foot just to the ankle. Tiny tucks extend below the hip line nnd from them a bit of fullness goes to relieve the scant line of the skirt. CHAPTER XXXIV W HEN Mary Fletchers mother dted the daughter spoke of th© dead as "blissedly opt of It all. the winter wore Itself awav the ‘‘All’ meant more than she dared thin!<. When «he found her thoughts straying to the subject *be looked Ht her child and checked them. For attar her mother’s death her hus band drank more frequently and more deeply than ever—although he always took hi* liquor In the city and never at the Mlddlsbrook saloons. Often he would come home from town just intoxicated enough to be irascible and impossible to please. He was in one of hiw worst moons when, on his return from town on© evening In the late winter, lie handed Mary a letter he had' brought from the village postoffice. Fur the Flstchfrs to receive mail was an un- usual occurrence nowadays. Mary had not kept in touch with the friends she once had. and if Bert had any correspondence. It was sent to hi» office. So, unless Mary's motner-in- !aw wrote to hei -as the did Infre quently—the receipt of an epistle was uncommon enough to make the wife look up in surprise when her hus band remarked, ‘Here's a letter for you. Mamie.'' Her curiosity changed to another eenswtion a* she new on the envelope handed her Gordon Craig’s well-re membered ehlrography. Sue did not notice the expression of ill-concealed suspicion on her husband’s face, but. with hands ’ that trembled in spite of hcrielf. she tore open tne en velope and glanced hastily through the letter I» was not long, and the writer told her that, chancing to pick up a New Y« rk newspaper bearing a date of several months ago. he had seen the notice of Mre». Danforth’s death and had thus learned where her daughter was living. He wished to express Ills sincere sympathy. He loo. had known trouhle. Hi.« wife had died, last year, leaving him with a tlnv daughter. “You and I have both drunk deeply of the cup of rorrow since last we met." tie wrote. "When 1 think of what life holds in the way of suffering. I wonder if I am the same man whom you used to know. I think often of your parents' gopd- ness to me, and of what an ideal home \>:u had, and T hope that your present life fulfills the promise of your happy girlhood.’’ Murv roided the letter thought fully. ‘ The sight of Craig’s hand writing. the references he made to her former life, had aroused a fh»od of recollections that made her for get for a moment her present >»ur- roundine* end mother -e gone, and he had lost his wife How strange io think of Gordon as the father of a motherless little girl! All bitterness vya* gone from Mary's thought or hlfn. If he had wronged her he had suffered. What was she that she should condemn him? Her hus’band’e voice broke harshly upon her musing#, and ffhe started violently. •Weil!” he exclaimed laudly. “I bear vour pardon!” she mam- merod. "Did you speak before?” “No, but I’m speaking now! Who's that letter from?” The woman hesitated, then stead ed her vole© and answered gravely. "From an old friend." "Wiiat> his name?” "Gordon Craig.” she replied. Site was surprised that she felt no trepi dation. no embarrassment as ahe spoke the name of the man she had once loved. On the contran as she repeated the familiar syllables she seemed to gain strength and •■’elf- control. "An old friend, *h?” mocked her husband. “T never heard of him." “I knew him when I wue a girl.” said Mary. br1efl>. She began tc talk of other matter-, but. the half- drunken man was not to be deterred from hi* determination to probe to the bottom or what he considered a Musplciouf* circumstance. A eudden thought occurred to him. *'I say,” he demanded, “is that the man that vat going with you when you iir*t started work at Peareon’s --the man I told you I heard was paying you attention?” His wife hesitated Her sense of truth would not let her tell the He thai another woman might have ppoken. She had compromised with honor when she married the man be fore her. She would not add to that sin bv lying now. Her husband, hie imagination inflamed by drink, noted her hesitation and put hiB own con struction upon It. He grasped her wrint angrily. “Is that the man?" he repeated. His wife looked him straight in the eyes. "Ve^.” «tie said. He gripped her slender wrist more tightly, but she did not wince. "Were you ever in love with him? h< demanded. The woman grew paler “Yes,” she said again. . "Tell me the truth about this thing!" he exclaimed. "Did you ever see him after you promised to marry me?” "No,” she replied. "How m^ny letter? before this have you gotton from him ! n “None.” Her tone was low but firm The angrj man let her go and turned from her. then, assailed b> another doubt, ho caught her by the shoulders. “Have you written to him?” nr asked. The r«o and watery eyes glared wildly into the steady ones lifted to them. The man was trembling with rage, but the wife, though pale, an Kwered with wavering. *‘I have not.” The fearless reply added fuel tc the husband's rage, and he shook her brutally. "That’s » damned lie!” he roared. Then, with a twist of his powerful arms, he flung the fragile womar from him with such force that she staggered and fell to the floor. With out a backward fiance the hueband stamped out of the house He did rot return jntll after mid night, although his wife, bruised lr oody and spirit, listened aqd watched through the lonely hours He was* drinking In the village tav ern for the first tinle, from which place, when he was hopelessly in toxicated, he was brought home by the landlord. As Mary opened the door for her husband and his companion, the knew that her secret was her* no longer, and that by to-morrow all the village would be Informed that Bert Fletclier wa* a drunkard. The Head Waitress By HANK “W THERE'S Mr. Flakes?' asked the Steady Customer of the Head Waitress In the Cafe D’Enfant as he noticed the absence of the genial manager. "He’s on his vacation," she replied. "Pretty soft for some guys. You just come back from yours, didn’t you?" “Yes, Louise,” said the Steady Cus tomer. "For one beautiful week I trav eled on the water In a motor boat with my friend, Jimmy." "Did It always mote?” asked the Head Waitress. "Most always," replied the Steady Customer. “You see, we had a good en gineer on board- You needn’t ask who he was. Modesty would prevent my re plying.” "Sure, you always did hate yourself,” said the Head Waitress. “I was in a motor boat once tnyself. Tho engine be haved as if it bad chronic presumption and hesitated every now and then lii^e you do when you’re figuring on whether you can afford creamed chicken on toast or browned hash. But say, all joking aside, you want to stop writing about Mr. Flake* in the paper. One of the bosses was speaking to him about It the other day, and said it looked as if he was getting too familiar with tbe customer*.” "That’s too bad, said the Steady Cus tomer. "If they had more managers like Mr. Flakes they’d have to turn away the crowds. There’s nothing that cheers anyone up like walking into a place like this and seeing somebody wearing a ge nial expression. Why I often take an extra piece of pie Just to be able to ex change a few more cheerful words with him. Who’s the new manager?” "That’s Mr. Governor," said the Head Waitress. "He’s a very nice man, too. That's one thing I like about Mrs. P’Bn fant. She always picks out real gents for manager* That’s what I call having persplcattlty." “That’s too much for me," groaned the Steady Customer. "I suppose you mean perspicacity, but give me my check quick. I feel faint." "Louise is getting too high brow t'oi me," said the Steady Customer to Ma rie, the cashier. "fe*he tried to say perspicacity just now and even the beans turned cold." "Perspicacity In Indiana, wher* I cniru from, is a vety ordinary word," rep.lt. . Maria loftily. “Very ordinary. I’m cur- prised at you. This way out.' Before Her Time Little Alice came in the house at luncheon time with a pair of vert dirty hands’. Her mother looked at the little girl’* hand and said: "You never say my hands as din.' as yours." "No, mother,'’ replied the child “bu? grandmother did.” Keep It. “Look here, air. I’ll have you undor- sWnd I’m a. self-made man.” "Don’t bother to fake out * patent or It.” 5^! •‘'V™,..,, ■ Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX' ship..;- he resumed. "I find that grandmother®* are •!! pet cent f .t.'y, while grand father. virv from '-3 to 6r* p, r com \ spiQStei aunt witn a , sort heart and »n independent in- j come is 97 per cent easy, and her favorite nephews and niece* hear the j sleighhel’. of Chiistma. all the year.” j He was reminded of an important j discovery. "Father*.” h« said stern- ‘ ly. "in $7 per tent claim there is no Santa Claps " His conclusion was that mothers, grandmothers and aunts are indis pensable. and that the happiest child hood was ihm which knew no more than 3 per cent male kin "Wc muat arlce," he thundered, "and demand full suffrage for the mother In the home. "We must proclaim to the world thai the life, liberty and happiness of the child demand that all power of authority and finance be given to the child’* female relatives." Having decided by unanimous vote to remember that "mothers are 93 par xcnt easy’ ae a dally inspiration, the children wriggled front their chair* and toddled home. Each bo?v it? tt* breae? a noble purpo* if necessary each would get ;« sqap box and begin : street corner campaign to recur© full umj final nower f<-r m»*ti > i Funeral and Flowers FOR ALL OCCASIONS Atlanta Flora. Compaq ^ F*'* STPFgf A3 YOU THINK BEST. Dear Miss Fairfax: l am invited to an automobile outing, and wo ate to bo a party of twqlve (six couples). 4 The arrangement was that the young ladles are to meet their partners at a certain place. Now, J do not approve of this arrange ment. Do you think it right of me to tell the young man 1 am to go with what l think and ask him to call for me? The other g»ria did not seem to * hgve any objection. V CONSTANT HEADER If you object to the plans, you cer tainly have the right to ray s6. Hut, on the other hand, have you consid ered tb*t it would be most Inconve nient and or.use a loss of time for every man to call for his partner" There could be no impropriety in elx girls waiting at the same place tor their obcortt. DON’T BE FAINT HEARTED Dear Mis* Fairfax: T am very much in love with a girl two years my .senior, al though we are not engaged. When 1 ask her to go to a place of amusement, she aayt ahe has a date with another man, but she says that she does not like tbe other man as much a* *rhe loves me. Do you think it is worth while paving attention to her «m more? FERDINAND. If you cease your attentions for so trivial a cause, I shall be convinced ! your love is not very deep. Persist in your attentions if you want the girl. Relieve me, my dear. I Love, like any other print'*, in all the •weeter when it is hard to win. HE IS NOT TOO OLD Dear Mies Fairfax: I am a girl of Hi and arn deeply in love with my sister's widower, who ha* two children who have been put away in a home and whom i love dearly. He Is living with us, and my people object very strongly to my speaking with him. much more to my wed ding him, thereby causing a tfreat disturbance In my home. He is fourteen years mv senior. EDNA. If their objections are based solely on his seniority they arc not worth considering. Was he a good husband to your •inter? In lie w good business man? Are his morals good" If he la th© right *ort or man it seems to me it would prove p. good match for you. and mean happiness for his motherless children. FIND WHO ARE HER FRiENDS Deai Mi*.s Fairfax I am in love with a girl to whom I have never been intro duced and who, I think, likes me. because she looks at nw» when ever I puss her JiyMCfc. Pin your faith in love to something more than the turn of a girl's head my son. She may look without see ing you. Find who are her friendy, where she work/;, where she goes to church, etc., and 1 am quite sure you will find someone to Introduce you. HE OWES YOU AN EXPLANATION Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a girl of is anil have been keeping company with a grentle- ' man about my ago and dearly love him. He returned my love. 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