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Fashions That Are Coming Soon Exclusive Styles Described by Olivette One Woman s Stc )ry VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WflTER tit# o ■ •* gw™**** K«n«T#*a»-- •arms* ’Wrton 1*1* 4 ■** * t\*bm V«rl*e Herlta Jn*)'^ tran*l*tl«ie fomptUtion bj she replied as quiet - my particular con- only You fGoeyrWbud 1*1*. b» IbU^KJomI N«w* tmrtm.i TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. She paused and he could hear her quick breathing "What you say is probably very true. Miss Lloyd, - he said quietly, after a little pause "Btrt, why should you care‘s ’ "In other words,” ly, "It is none of corn. No—don’t interrupt It h my concern as a very dear friend may not give me that title on your aide, but I take it on mine. leaving that aside, there is the duty of success 1 hate failure--ami. above all. I hate failure in a man who has not in him the elements of failure You have not, j Mr, Allan If it were nothin*? else, fattier picks men too well to make a mistake in so big an enterprise as thin. It hurts me to see. you throwing away the one thing that you’ve liwd for- quitting under fire, burying yourself alive, instead of taking your place on the firing line!" Allan stared straight out before him for a few minutes, and then he smiled, a weary' little smile. "Miss IJoyd,” he said, "in spite of the way you word it, l understand how great a compliment you are paying me I haven’t quit under fire There is no battle, nor even an active siege I’m lust being starved out. 1 am cut off from my source ntf supplies, and for the present, at least, there can be no thought of an active campaign "Why not?” she demanded. He gave her a quick, curious look ’ertalnly she must know why. ‘We have no money," he replied briefly. "Well, how do 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 detectives to run j ou down and tie you while they can force money upon you." Allan laughed a little, silently, and then turned grave "I have tried everything I can think of. Miss Lloyd," he said, in a tone that ndic&ted that the conversation was be coming a bore. This the girl ignored. "Did you tall? to father?" she demand ed, though she knew every detail of the negotiations. Allan nodded. "Of course ” "Well?” "Mr Lloyd did not hold out the ^lightest hope that any money could be raised in the near future." This time it was the girl who laughed silently. He gave her a puzzled, curious look. "When was that?’’ she asked "Last November." "A year ago!” she exclaimed re proachfully. "No wonder! Father’s hands were very much tied then—he was just rounding up the remnants of the panic. Everything is very different now ’* A quick flush, a gleam of hope leaped to Allan’s face "Do you mean that you think your father sees some hope of raising money again?" he asked, and his voice trem bled slightly. *T am sure of it." was the unexpect ed reply. It was fully ten seconds before Allan could trust himself to speak again. The girl appreciated the effect of her own words "What -how—what makes you think sor’ His voice was almost husky with emotion. She did not answer at once. She ap peared to be reflecting. "Mr. Allan,” she said with some tim idity, real or feigned "If I would if I were to trust you with what is practi cally a confidence, you would not be tray ipe—you would be careful, wouldn’t you?" “Of course’ he cried eagerly, and then he remembered "But if it is a confidence ’* He left the sentence open. Again she appeared to be turning something over in her mind. Allan waited with a beating heart, his eyes hungrily trying to read the beautiful face She was buttoning and unbut toning a glove "I’ll tell you,” ijhe decided. ‘•There is not only a chance, but a practical cer tainty, if you handle the matter with your old skill. I talked this over with father- a sort of final talk the other • lav. He said that there was no chance that the public could be induced to In vest for at least a year after work had been resumed and was showing the best results. " 'Well. I said, ’can’t you and some of your friends put up the money to carry on the work until the public Is ready to come in again?’ "'Possibly,’ said father In fact. I am almost certain that some such ar rangement could now be maae if we had any assurances 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 one rea son 1 hoped 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’s up to you!" Allan was holding his handkerchief up to his face as 1f he had been per spiring When he lowered it his cheeks were flushed and there was a strange glitter in his eyes. He reached over without a word and pressed her gloved hand In h1s until the pain almost made her cry out "I wonder. ’ she Hmlled, "I wonder if now. vou wouldf come to dinner, say the day after to-morrow." "Would I?" Vie laughed uncertainly. "Why. Miss Lloyd, you’d have to call out the militia to keep me away.’’ The car drew up to the door of the administration building and Allan step ped out. "l T ntll day after to-morrow ’ he said, holding her hand for an instant. "And— God bless you!" And as the big car darted off. Miss Lloyd leaned back against the cushions, rubbing her bruised fingers softly against her cheek, with a little trium phant smile on her 11ns More Fencing. There was no doubt that Lloyd was gltul to see Align If for no other reason he would have been glad because the presence of the Tun ned master gave pleasure to his daugh ter Mr Lloyd did not pride himself on his social diplomacy, but be was a delightful host anq his daughter was the one living thing that lie loved Allan thought when Ethel entered the library where they were taking a cock tail before dinner that he had never seen so magnificent a woman. She wore the price of an office building on her shoulders and In her hair, but without any adornment she would have been striking. She was fully as tall as he was, with long limbs and slender, broad and slightly sloping shoulders Even In her amazing dinner gown she moved with the easy, sleepy grace of a wild thing "Diana civilized!'’ Allan exclaimed under his breath. "Why. how do you do. Mr. Allan! - ' she exclaimed. "1 told father you had finally written to accept an invitation, but that he'd better not believe it until he had seen you.” Allan quickly grasped the Idea that her father was not to know of her visit to Tunnel City.’' "I came as soon as I could, Miss Lloyd,’’ he replied "Well, we’ll have to arrange things so that you can come more frequently —won't we. father?" "By all moans," smiled the old gentle man. The dinner was a gay affair Mr. Lloyd laughed and Joked with an un usual freedom, and It suddenly occurred to Allan that the great financier was reaching an age where his mind might not always be as keen and sure as it had hoen. Favorable Signs. He also noticed for the first time un mistakable signs that he was complete ly under the domination of his splendid daughter All of which set Allan to thinking very bard behind the mask of light table talk After dinner Mr. Lloyd suggested that Ethel entertain them with a song or two. but the girl shook her head ”N«\ father," she said witli a little smile, "Mr. Allan does not like music.” Now. Allan had never prided himself on being a social diplomat either In stead of instantly denying the charge he gave the girl a look of startled sur prise. To Bo Continued To-morrow. Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. OARS IDE L ET a man preface a remark with ‘Statistics will show," and ho can make the most glaring of misstatements, and there is none to call him down. It is the little courier of the learned exaggeration. The world »ees “sta tistics will show.” and immediately prepares to accept \shat it precedes as an uncontrovertible result of long and studious effort. Chauncey Devere Appleton, as pres ident of the Children's Congress, dis played many traits of one of mature age in spite of his seven years, since ‘he day he turned from that modern maternal fount, the nursing bottle, he had devoted his life to the accumula tion of statistics, ell had discovered while an infant that "Statistics will show" marked the student, and never the prevaricator. The child statistician, after devot ing some time to a collection of pa rental negatives, called the Children's Congress in special session to hear nis report. “It is not enough." the call read, ‘that we should know ourselves. We ru st know our parents as well.’’ "I find. -- he said, looking over his glasses, "that a mother averages say- ng ‘don't?* 93 times a day, and ’quit hat’ 64 time*. It is more difficult o get a definite report on fathers, but I have figures that show that 49 JUt of 50 fathers enforce the com mand the first time.” Here he sighed. Hie audienced wig gled in their chairs, and looked some what depressed. "Going into detail in other kin ships." he resumed. “I find that grandmothers are 73 per cent easy, while grandfathers vary from 23 to 60 per cent. A spinster aunt with a sort heart and an independent in come is 97 per cent easy, and her favorite nephews and nieces hear the sleignbelUs of Christmas all the year." He was reminded of an Important discovery. “Fathers.” he said .stern ly. “in 87 per cent client there is no Santa Claus." His conclusion was that mothers, grandmothers and aunts are indis pensable, and that the happiest child hood was that which knew no more than 3 per cent male kin. “We must arise,’’ he thundered, "and demand full suffrage for the mother in the home. “We must proclaim to the world that the life, liberty and happiness of the child demand that all power of authority and finance be given to the child’s female relatives." Having decided by unanimous vote to remember that "mothers are 93 per ient easy’’ as a daily inspiration, the children wriggled from their chairs and toddled home. Each bore in Its breast a noble purpose. If necessary each would get a soap box and begin a street corner campaign to secure full and final power for mother. Funeral Designs and Flowers FOR ALl/OCCASIONS. Atlanta Moral Company 455 EAST FAIR STREET. By Olivette T pHIS simple tailor-made or dark green duvotyn on the left is absolutely the “dernier eri” of the Paris modes. The woman who means to copy it must make sure that her tailor is an adept at line. For graceful easy lines are more than ever necessary when simplicity rules in the tailor-made realm. The three-quarter coat is cut away above the waist, and ends in a swallowtail at the back. At the neck there is a round collar of ivory liberty. The sleeves have tucks at the line that would or dinarily mark the cuff. A dmpod belt of the duve- tyn passes through straps formed by cuts in the coat, and is knotted at the back in two sash ends finished by a double row of silk tassels in self-col ored silk. The plain round skirt has a panel of pressed pleats extending across the back in sunburst fash ion. The afternoon frock in the center is of copper- colored crepe meteor with a dash of sapphire blue 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 linen 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 h*'m. 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 hallmarks of the smart French dressmaker, and yet the woman w ho has a hit of skill or a clever seamstress can fashion one like it. The materials used are prairie green satin for tile coat and bro caded crepe of the same beautiful shade for the skirt and simple bebe w*aist. 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 bioused with broad low armholes from which the material extends in 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 w*aist extend from the girdle on each side of the front. At the back there is a small square panel for the same height. The skirt fastens in front and is trimmed in groups of the satin buttons; and at the foot there is a short slit to show the foot just to the ankle. Tiny tucks extend below the hip-line and from them a bit of fullness goes to relieve the scant line of the skirt. CHAPTER XXXIV. W HEN Mary Fletchers mother died the daughter spoke of the dead as “blessedly out of It all.” As the winter wore itself away, the "all” meant more than she dared think. When she found her thoughts straying to the subject she looked at her child and checked them. For after her mother’s death her hus band drank more frequently and more deeply than ever—although he always took his liquor In the city and never at the Mlddlebrook saloons. Often he would come home from town Just intoxicated enough to be irascible and impossible to please. He was in one of his worst moods when, on his return from town one evening in the late winter, he handed Mary a letter he had brought from the village postofflee. For the Fletchers 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 his office. So, unless Mary's mother-in- law wrote to her—as she 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 sensation as she Maw on the envelope handed her Gordon Craig's well-re membered chirographv. She did not notice the expression of ill-concealed suspicion on her husband's face, but. with hands that trembled in spit* 3 of herself, she tore open the en velope and glanced hastily through the letter I» was not long, and the writer told her that, chancing to pick up a New York newspaper bearing a date of several months ago, he had seen the notice of Mrs. Danforth’s death and had thus learned where her daughter was living. He wished to express his sincere sympathy. He, too. had known trouble. His wife had died, last year, leaving him with a tiny daughter. “You and-** I have both drunk deeply of the cup o* Morrow since last we met.” he wrote. “When I 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’ good ness to me, and of what an ideal home vou had. and I hope that your present life fulfills the promise of your happv girlhood.” Mary folded the letter thought fully. * The sight of Craig's hand writing the references he made to her former life, had aroused a flood of recollections that made her for get for a moment her present sur roundings vTo" t"tItr*r and mother re gone, and hw had lost hi** wife. How strange to think of Gordon as the father of a motherless little girl! All bitterness was gone from Mary's thought of him. If he had wronged her he had suffered. What was she that she should condemn him? Her husband’s voice broke harshly upon her musings. and she started violently. “Well!” he exclaimed laudly. “I beg vour pardon!” she stam mered. ‘Did you speak before?" “No. but I’m speaking now! Who’s that letter from?’’ The woman hesitated, then stead ied her voice and answered gravely. “From an old friend.” “What’s his name?” “Gordon Craig." she replied. She was Murprised that she felt no trepi dation, no embarrassment as she spoke the name of the man she had once loved. On the contrary, as she repeated the familiar syllables she seemed to gain strength and self- control. "An old friend, eh?” mocked her husband. "I never heard of him.’’ “I knew* him when I was a girl.” said Mary, briefly. She began to talk of other mutters, but the half- drunken man was not to be deterred from his determination to probe to the bottom of what he considered a suspicious circumstance. A sudden thought occurred to him. “I say,” he demanded, “is that the man that was going with you when you first started work at Pearson’s —the man 1 told you I heard was paying you attention?” His w’ife hesitated. Her sense of truth would not let her tell the lie that another woman might have spoken. She had compromised with honor when she married the man be fore her. She w’ould not add to that sin by lying now. Her husband, his imagination inflamed by drink, noted her hesitation and put his own con struction upon it. He grasped her wrist angrily. “Is that the man?” he repeated. His wife looked him straight in the eyes. “Yes,” she said. He gripped her slender wrist more tightly, but shd did not wince. "Were you ever in love with him?” he demanded. f 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,” Mhe replied. “How* many letters before this have you gotten from him?” “None.” Her tone was low but firm. The angry man let her go and turned from her. then, assailed by another doubt, he caught her by the shoulders. “Have you written to him? he asked. The red and w*atery eye* glared wildly into the steady ones lifted to them. The man was trembling with rage, but the wife, though pale, an swered w’ith wavering. “I have not." The fearless reply added fuel to the husband’s rage, and he shook her brutally. “That’s a damned lie!” he roared. Then, with a twist of his powerful arms, he flung the fragile woman from him with such force that she staggered and fell to the floor. With out a backward glance the huaband stamped out of the house. He did rot return until after mid night, although his wife, bruised in body ana spirit, listened and watched through the lonely hours. He wan drinking in the village tav ern for the first time, from which place, when he A*as hopelessly in toxicated. he was brought home by the landlord. As Mary opened the door for her husband and his companion, she knew that her secret was hers no longer, and that by to-morrow all the village would be informed that Bert Fletcher was a drunkard. The Head Waitress By HANK. ,,TT THERE'S Mr. Flakes?” asked Y/V/ the Steady Customer of the V * Head Waitress in the Cafe D'Enfani 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 w r ho 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 myself. The engine be haved as if it had chronic presumption and hesitated every now and then like 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 waiting about Mr. Flakes 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 the customers.” “That’s too bad,” said the Steady Cus tomer. “If they had more managers like Mr. F'lakes 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. D’En fant. She always picks out real gents for managers. That’s what I call having persplcattity." “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 for me,” said the Steady Customer to Ma rie, the cashier. “She tried to say perspicacity just now and even the beans turned cold.” “Perspicacity in Indiana, where T come from, is a very ordinary word," replied Marie loftily. “Very ordinary. I'm sur prised at you. This way out." Before Her Time. Little. Alice came in the house at luncheon time with a pair of very dirty hands’. Her mother looked at the little girl’s hand and said: “You never say my hands as dirty as yours.” “No, mother,” replied the child, "but grandmother did.” Keep It. "Look here, sir. I’ll have you under stand I’m a self made man.” “Don’t bother to take out a patent on it." Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE Fairfax' AS YOU THINK BEST. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am invited to an automobile outing, and we are to be a party of twelve (six couples). The arrangement was that the young ladles are to meet their partners at a certain place. Now. 1 do not approve of thi^ arrange ment. » Do you think It right of me to tell the young man I am to go with what I think and ask him to call for me? The other girls did not seem to have any objection. A CONSTANT READER. If you object to the plans, you cer tainly have the right to say so. But, on the other hand, have you consid ered that it would be most inconve nient and cause a loss of time for every man to call for his partner? There could be no impropriety in six girls watting at the same place for their escorts DON’T BE FAINT-HEARTED. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am very much in love with a girl two yean* my senior, al though we are n«>t engaged. When 1 ask her to go to a place of amusement, she says she has a date with another man. but she says that she does not like the other man as much us she loves me. Do you think it is wortli while paying attention to her any more ? FERDIN A N D. If you cease your attentions for so trivial a cause, 1 shall be convinced your love is not very deep. Persist in your attentions if you want the girl. Believe me. my dear, Love, like any other prize, is all the sweeter when it is hard to win. HE IS NOT TOO OLD. DearJVtiss Fairfax: 1 am a girl of 19 and am deeply in love with my sister's widower, who has 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 great disturbance in my home. He is fourteen years my senior. EDNA. If their objections are based solely on his seniority they are not worth considering. Was lie a good husband to your sister? Js he a good business man? Are his morals good? If he is the right sort of man it seems to me it would prove a good match for you. and mean happiness for his motherless children. FIND WHO ARE HER FRIENDS. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am in love with a girl to whom I have never been intro duced and who, I think, likes me, because she looks at me when ever 1 pass her. JULIUS. Pin, your faith in love to something more than the turn of a girl’s head m.v soil. She may look without see ing Sou. Find who are her friends, where she works, where she goes to church, etc., and I am quite sure you will find someone to introduce you. HE OWES YOU AN EXPLANATION Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a girl of 18 and have been keeping company with a gentle man about mv age and dearly love him. He returned my love. Now, for the past two weeks he has stopped speaking to me, for reasons 1 do not kn.,w. Kindly advise me what to do, as T am heartbroken. FLORENCE. T do not like his manner of treating you. 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