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I ¥ VI -v ■■■I Fashions That Are Coming Soon Exclusive Sty'es Described by Olivette One Woman s Story By virginia terhune vas de water iTtnm K* #f"r«n ’ Cnprl^httd. '**13. t>j P^irtor Vsrtsf. Berlin pompjiat b * (Oowruhted :tlS.b* l»Um*tl<ro»l Sew* TO-DAY’S IXSTALLMRNT She paused and he cmik) hear her quick breathing “What 5*011 saj - is probably very true. Miss JJoyd, said quietly, after a little pans*' “Hut. vhy should you care'” “In other word*, sne replied as quiet ly, “it is none of my particular con cern. No--don't interrupt. It is only my concent as a very dear friend You may not give me that title on your side, but I take it on mine Leaving that aside, tnere is the duty of success I hate failure—and, above all, 1 hate failure in a man who has not in him the elements of failure. You have not, Mr. Allan If it were nothing else, father picks men too well to make a mistake In so big an enterprise as this It hurts me to see you throwing away the one thing that you’ve lived for quitting under Are, 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 Lloyd," he said, "in spite of the way you word It, I understand how great a compliment you are paying me I haven’t quit under fire There Is no battle, nor even an active sleg^ I’m just being starved out. I am cut off from my source of supplies, and for the present, at least, there ean be no thought ol an active campaign. “Why not she demanded. Tie gave her a quick, curious look Certainly sue must know why. “We have no money,” he replied briefly. “Well, bow 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? 1 don't know of any one who is going to hire detectives to rut', you down ami tie you while they can tor. • money upon you.” Al'an laughed a little, silently, and then turned grave “I have tried everything 1 can think ■•f, Miss Lloyd," he said. In a tone that Indicated that the conversation was be aming a bore. This the girl Ignored "Did you talk to father?” she demand- d, though she knew every detail of the negotiations. Allan nodded. “Of course.” “Well?” “Mr. Lloyd did not hold out the slightest hope that any money could V raised In the near future.” This lime it was the girl who laughed silently. He gave her a puzzled, curious look. "When was that?" she asked “Lust November.” “ \ year ago!” she exclaimed re proachfully . “No wonder! Father’s hands were very much tied then -lie was iuBt rounding up the remnants of the panic. Everything is very different now.'' A quick flush, a gleam of hope leaped o Allan's face. "Do >ou mean that you think your Tutli*s!’ sees some hope of raising money again?" he asked, and his voice trem bled sligutly. “I am sure of it.” was the unexpect ed reply. It was fully ten seconds before Ulan cquVi trust himself to speak again. The girl appreciated the effect of her own words "What how what makes you think ho?" Ilis voice was almost husky with emotion. She did not answer at once. She ap peared to be K'flocUiig. "Mr Allan," she said with some tim idity, real or feigned. ' If 1 would if 1 were to trust you with what la practi cally a confidence, you would not be tray me - you would be careful, wouldn't you?" “of course:*' ho cried eagerly, and then he remembered. “Hut it it is a '•onrtdenee ” He left the sentence a^pen. \Agaii. she appeared to be turning something over in her mind Allan waited with a beating heart, his eyes hungrily trying to read the beautiful lace. She was buttoning and unbut toning a glove "I’ll tel! you,” she decided. "There la 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 day. Ho 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 vou anti some of your friends put up the money to cam 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 he mane if we had any assurances that Allan feels able to go on and finish the work. We can't go to him ami cross- examine him about It That's one rea son I hoped you would Vic 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 If 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 Ip his until the pain almost made her cry out "I wonder," she smiled. "I wonder If now. vou would come fo dinner, say the day after to-morrow.” “Would I"” ho 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. ' ‘Until day after to-morrow,' bolding her hand for an instant God bless you!” And as the big car darted Lloyd leaned bark against the cushions, ruhb'ng her bruised fingers softly against her cheek, with a little trium phant smile on her lins lie said, “And— off, Miss More Fencing. There was no doubt that Lloyd was glad to see Allan If for no other reason he would have been glad because the presence of the Tun ned master gave pleasure to his daugh ter. Mi IJoyd did not pride himself on his social diplomacy, but he was a delightful host— And his daughter was the one living thing that he loved. Allan thought when Ethel entered the library where they were taking a cock tail before dinner that lie 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 bet for 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 means,” smiled the old gentle man. The dinner was n 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 hud been. Fevoritble 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 hard behind the mask of light table talk After dinner Mr. Lloyd suggested that Ethel entertain them with a song or two; hut the girl shook her head. "No, father,” she said with 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 <>f startled sur print . Yo Be Continued To morrow. Davsev Mayme and Her f olks Bv FRANCES L OARSIDE By Olivette rpms simple tailor* mode or dark green duvetyn | on the left is absolutely the “dernier eri” of 1 the Paris modes. The woman who means to copy it must make sure that her tailor is an adopt at line. For graceful easy lines are more than ever neeessar.v when simplicity rules in the tailor-made realm. The three qitartt r eoat is cut away above the waist, and cuds in a swallowtail at the back. At the neek there is a round collar of Ivory Iil>erty. The sleeves have tucks at the line that would or dinarlly mark the cuff. A draped l>elt of the duve tyn passes through straps formed by cuts in the coat, and is knotted at the hack In two sash ends finished by a double row of silk tassels in self-col ored silk. The plain round skirt lias a panel of pressed pleats extending across llie hark 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 are 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 «*f the surplice. The short round skirt is gathered at tin* 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 bit of skill or a clever seamstress ean fashion one like it. The materials used are prairie green satin for the coat and br«»- ended crepe of the same beautiful shade for the skirl and simple bol** waist. The waist, which is invisible in our picture, has a deep yoke of net trimmed in simple flounces of the same material. The eoat is slightly bloused 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 waist 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 tin* satin buttons; and at the foot there is a short slit to show the foot just to the ankle. Tiny t.uoks extend lielow the hip-line and from them a bit of fullness goes to relieve the scant line of the skirt. CHAPTER XXXIV. W HEN Mary Fletcher's 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 I 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 i when, on his return from town one ; evening in the late winter, he : handed Mary a letter he had brought from the village postoffice. 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, ii 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 ftaw on the envelope handed her Gordon Craig’s well-re membered chirography. Bhe did not notice the expression of Ill-concealed suspicion on her husband’s face, but, with hands that trembled in spite of herself, she tore open the en velope and glanced hastily through the letter V was not long, and the writer told for that, chancing to pick up a New Y rk 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 j died, last year, leaving him with a tiny daughter. “You and I have both drunk deeply of the cup of *«orrow since last we met,” he 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’ good ness to me, and of what an ideal home \ vu had. and I hope that your present life fulfills the promise of your happy 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 prevent sur round in en tT V * nf *' ar HTld ,nother *e gone, ana he had lost his wife How strange 10 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 be*' 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 ills name?” "Gordon Craig." she replied. She was surprised that she felt no trepi dation, no ethbarrasnneht 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 .•elf- control. "An old friend, eh?" mocked her husband. “I never heard of him.” “1 knew *him when I was a girl.” said Mary, briefly. She began to talk of other matters, 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. “1 say,” he demanded, “is that the man that was going with you when you first started work at Pearson’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 lie that another \voman might nave spoken. She had compromised with honor when she married the man be fore her. She would 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 wrliit angrily. “Is that the man?” he repeated. His wife looked him straight in the eyes. “Yes.” she said. He gripped her slender wrist more crn tightly, but she did not wince. “Were you ever in love with him. he 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 marr> me?” “No,” she replied. “How many letters before this ha . >1 you gotten from him "None.”, Her tone was low bul firm. The angry man let her go and turned from her. then, assailed by another doubt, h»- caught her by thd shoulders, “Have you written to him?” ho asked. The red and watery eyes glared wildly into the steady ones lifted to them. The man was trembling with rage, but the wife, though pale, an swered with wavering. “I have not.” The fearless reply added fuel to the husband’s rage, and he .shook he* brutally. “That’s a damned lie!' he roared. Then with a twist of his powerful arms, he flung the fragile womari from him with such force that slid stHKUi-reii and fell tn the door. With, out a backward glance the husband stamped ou.t of the house He did rot return intil after mid* night, although his wife, bruised in body and spirit, listened and watched through the lonely hours. He was drinking in the village tav. for the first time, from which place, when he war hot elessly toxlcated, he was brought the landlord. As Mary opened the door for he* husband and his companion. shd knew that her secret was hers na longer, and that by to-morrow all the village would be informed thal Bert Fletcher was a drunkard. The Head Waitress By HANK ( ( w 7HERE’S Mr. Flakes?” asked the Steady Customer of the Head Waitress in the Cafe D’Er.fanl as he noticed tne 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 l 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 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 writing 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. 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- SL> SHHK H Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX / L ET a man preface a remark with “Statistic* will show,” and he can make the most glaring of m!s.>tatemunts, and there Is none to call him down. It is the little courier of tiie learned exaggeration. The world eves “ata - tistlcs wi.i show," and immediately prepares to accept what It precedes as an uncontrovertible result of long and studious effort Uhauncej, Dev ere Appleton, as pres ident of the Children's Congress, din- played many traits of one of mature age in spite of his seven years, oince the day he turned from that modern maternal fount, the nursing bottle, he had devoted his life to the accumula tion of statistics eH had discovered while an infant that “Statistics will show” marked the student, and neve, the prevarb a tor. The child statistician, after devot- - \r some time to a collection of pa rental negatives, called the Children’s Congress In special session to hear his report. “It Is not enough," the call read “that we should know ourselves. \V. must know our parents a* well.” "I find.” he said, looking over his glasses that a mother averages sav j ing 'don't* *S times .« day gn 1 -.<• that' t>4 time* It is more difficult to get a definite report or. fathers. . but 1 have figures that show that 49 out 50 fathers enforce the com | mand the first time." Here he sighed. His audiemed wig- 1 gled In their chairs, ard looked some, i hat depressed. “Going Into detail ir other kin ships," he resumed "I find that j grandmothers are 78 p«*r cent easy,! while grandfathers vary from i!3 t> | per cent. A spiipt*; aunt with a j *ort heart and an independent In- > come 97 per cent easy, and her ! favorite nephews and nieces heat the I alcighbells of Ohristmus all the year.’ ! He was reminded of an important discovers. “Fathers.” he said stern ly. “In s7 per cent claim there Is no Santa Glaus." 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 arlpe," 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 j child's female relatives." Having decided by unanimous vote j to remember that “mothers are 93 per j ' ent easy" as a daily Inspiration, the i hiidren wriggled from their chairs and toddled home. Each bore In its breast a noble j purport 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 Vtlanta Floral Company 155 EAST FAIR STREET AS YOU THINK BEST. Dear Mis- Fairfax: I am invited to an automobile outing, and we are to be a party of twelve tsix couples). The arrangement was that the young lathes are to meet their partners at aTertaln place. Now. 1 do not approve of this arrange ment. Do you think it right of me to tell the young man 1 am to go with whui l think and ask him to call for me? The other girls did not seem it* have any objection. A ’constant READER. If you object to the plans, you cer tainly hive tiie right to say so. BuL 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 impruprjety in six girls waiting at the same place for their escorts. DON’T BE FAINT-HEARTED. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am very much in love with a girl two years my senior, al though we are not engaged. When i tak her to go t i ice of amusement, she says she has a date with another man. hut she says that she t oes not like the other man as much as she loves me. Do you think it is worth while paying attention to her any more? FERDINAND. 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. Relieve tne. my dear. Love, like any other prize, is all the sweeter when it is hard to win. HE IS NOT TOO OLD. Deai Miss Fairfax: l am a g rl of 19 and am deeply in love with rm sister’s widower, who has two children who have been put a\va\ in a home and whom I love dearly. He is living with us. ami lm 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 ort liis seniority they are not worth considering. Was he a good husband to your sister? Is lie 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 ins motherless children. 1 HE OWES YOU AN EXPLANATION I )ear Miss Fai rfax: I am a girl of 18 and have been i keeping company with a gentle man about m\ age and dearly love him. He returned my love. Now, for the past two weeks lie has stopped speaking to me, for reasons I do not kr. w. Kindly advise m what to do, as I am heartbroken. FLORENCE. T do not like his manner of treating \ you. As a husband he is likely to be I even more extreme in his disagree- I uble mood.-. You might write a note asking if j you have offended. Do this for Love's I sake; for your own sake try to forget j Him if he makes no reply. You have j done* no wrong. Don’t be too hum- ’ tie. HER FRIENDS. FIND WHO ARE Dear Mis* Fair lax 1 am in love with a girl to whom 1 have never been intro duced and who, I think, likes me, because she looks at tne when ever 1 pass her. JULIUS. Pin your faith In love to something j more than tiie turn of u girl’s head l m> son. Site may look without see- | ing you. Find who are her fr.endi where sh< works, t here she goes church, etc., and I am quite sure you will find someone to introduce you. ‘t KODAKS Th# Brit F Mishina and Eft'ary In* That C n Be Pr>dJ*rd " n-cmar; Film# and row- ; plrtr stork amstrur supt'H'*- trf for out ' f • wr> rust-m-m | Send for Catalog and Price L'H. A. K. HAWKES CO. 14 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. J N DIGESTION? Stop It quickly; Have your grocer send you one do*, bottles of SHIVA R GINGER ALE Drink with meals, and if not prompt ly relieved, get your money back at our expense. Wholesome. deli cious. refreshing Pro ared with the celebrated Shivar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring materials. SHIVAR SPRING, Manufacturers . SHELTON. S. C. -J g L. ADAMS CO., Distributor*, Atlanta. Do You Want White Skin? TDLE wishing never yet * changed a dark com plexion. If you have a very dark and coarse looking skin. TRY Palmer’s Skin Whitener There is no doubt what ever about its marvelous whitening effect upon the skin, and it makes It soft an i clear. One box will prove how easy it is to improve your complexion. Good agents wanted in ev ery town. Write for terms. Postpaid^ ^ £Anywhere All Jacobs’ Stores And Druggists Generally. The Telephone-The Keynote of the House in Order F ROM top to bottom, everything in the house revolves around the telephone. Be it coal for the cellar or butter for the firkin, be it a bargain from the department store or a man to fix the roof, the telephone—the indispensable Bell Telephone—will get it and get it in a hurry. Cast your burdens on a Bell Telephone and learn to enjoy life. You can accomplish more with less effort and in less time by its aid than in any other way. Have a telephone in YOUR home. Call the Business Office to-day. Southern Bell Telephone ss* and Telegraph Company ii in-4 home bji nial expression. Why I often take au extra piece of pie just to be able to e» change a few more cheerful words wltb him Who's the new manager?” “That's Mr. Governor," said the Head Waitress. “He’s a very nice man. to<* 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 perspicattity.” "That’s too much for me,” groaned the Steady Customer. "I suppose you mean perspicacity, but give me m'l check quick. I feel faint." y- | “Louise is getting too high brow fo me, ' said the Steady Customer to Ma rie. the cashier “She tried to say perspicacity lust now and even th beans turned cold.” “Perspicacity in Indiana, where I con from, is a very ordinary word,” rep.ic« Marie loftily. “Very ordinary. I'm aur prised at you. This way out.” Before Her Time Little Alice came in the house m 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 oil it.” v v T