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‘Sfi@ PUL& :
“Lm X at me fu my sassy new bonnet-—you seg how litils there is
of it-—so that I may have the breeze from the Summer sea and
the Summer mountains, which are the only two things that are
€ool in Summer time, the breezes blow ‘round my throat and ears and
neck and--well, my forehead IS under cover isn't ft—but & mald must
bend the knee to fashion somehow! And when my forehead grows hot
and tired under my silken bangs why thenm I have little long ribbon
bandles to swing it by. These are primroses that deck the crown like
a midget garden of buttergold. My beau likes yellow, you see. And now
I come to think on it honestly, I have a small mischievous liking for
looking up under this sheltering brim. It gives my eyes an air, you
know!™
“My bonnet, my warm-weather millinery, is a faery skull-cap, a bit of
silky nothingness that my mother, whose big soft eyes are two bending
skies above me, crochetted in a cobwebby ' shell-stiteh with her swn
The Struggles of a Wife
§"\'l_\ia Takes L'ulws_'_]‘i_m_fi
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN
DE WATER.
CHAPTER XL.
Copyright 1918, Star Company.
N spite of the fact that she fnust
I work hard even when away on a
sso-called vacation, Myra found
herself happier than she had been in
town. .
Horace wrote to her regujarly and
Bhe sent him a note each day. His
letiers were like himself-—severely |
practical and not overfiowing with
sentiment of any kind.
Yet what hor husband did not say
Was that which she most longed to
read-—that he missed her and that he
loved her. She knew. that both ofl
thege things were true. but, like
avery normal woman who loves her
Busband, she wanted him to tell
her so.
A Pleasant Event,
Yet the arrival of each of these
letters was a pleasant event and
answering them was also a happi.
ness to her,
Even in writing she 4id not gush,
but she aid allow herself the luxury
of telling her husband that she
wished she could see him; that she
thought of him constantly, and that
She was thankful he was keeping
well during Her absence.
She also had good reports to give
Rim of their daughter, for Grace was
more light-hearted and girlish than
‘she had been since the reverse in
Horace's fortunes. Sometimes the
mother felt a joyous beat of her own
heart as she saw that her daughter
_Was more confidential with her than
ever before,
Then, too, Grace was growing very
Unséifish, she observed. She wone
dered sometimes whether this in
tangidle change in the girl's bearing |
Was due to improved health or to the
_ fact that she was touched by a feel
ing such as she had not known until
now, & warm liking—perhaps more
than that—for Henry Dayton |
. .lto PAIr played tennis each morn.
ing, and right after breakfast Day
ton would seek the girl out and ask
her at what time she would be ready
to go to the courts. They would
start out together, swinging their
racquets and chatting merrily, as
if they had been two lads instead of
A man and a girl. At lunch time
Grace would come up to her mother's
room and announce that she had had
a delightful morning.
- In the aftéernoon the two young
people were seldom together Sylvia
Alnslie did not rise early in the
morning. She was accustomed to
luxury in her own hbme and, as the
daughter of a wealthy Western mer
chant, insisted on similar luxuries
here. So she did not appear below
stairs until a little while before
luncheon,
In the afternoon. however, she was
in evidence, and Dayton often askba
her to go for a ride with him. She
always accepted.
“I love motoring,” she would ex
claim. “You know 1 never decline.”
Sylvia All the Time.
In the evening. too, Sylvia sesamed
to clalm him. It was more as if
she sought him out than as if he
sought her. Bhe would appear, be.
witchingly attired, at dinner, and
when the dance music started in
the drawing room she would al
ways glance around in search of
Dayton. To be sure, he was gen
erally in sight, and did not seem at
all averse to obeying her summons.
Myra had seen him frequently urge
Grace to dance with him, but only
once had she accepted—and that was
right after dinner one night. She
Was graceful and light on her feet.
and the mother watched the pair as
they glided about the almost empty
drawing room. Only two other cou
ples were on the floor, |
Meanwhile, the dayvs slipped by
pleasantly, and the mother knew as
little of the condition of her chlld's
heart as on the frst night on which
she had met Dayton.
(Te Be Continueq)
pretty fingess. She sald it would be cool amd airy for a baby's pink
scalp. ‘A littie chap,’ says she, ‘wants the soft winds of Summer to
whisper through his curls, to speak to his dimpled knees, and caress
his little hot chin, so the fewer the better, old fellow—meaning clothes!”
And even sometimes, she peels off this lovely bonnet with pink rosette
roses bunched above my two feathers of eybrows and leaves my big
roundy head bare to the sun and air, while she ruffles the golden down
At the back of it with a soft palm. My bonnet has two streamers, two
fliirtation ribbons. And I am the only real ‘bonnet’ wearer in the lot,
for a bonnet in old English ahd Scotch is ‘a closely woven cap worn by
men.'”
“My summer millinery! Now—now—when the rebins are swinging
high in the cedar and the swimming hole is warming under the sun, and
bare toes are aching for the little new greeny grass and to squidge along
on the warm dusty road with nothing between foot-palms and mother-earth,
A LADY’'S NAME
SYNOPSIS,
Mabel Vere, an author, who is en
gaged to Gerald Wantage, decides
to get some “good copy” for a novel.
She has several applicants—the first
a man from Australia, who is dicta
torial and insistent Mabel's ath
letie friend, Maud, is listening at the
door. and she entérs ‘and with an
exhibition of fiu-fitsu hurls the appli
cant to'the floor. Then Mabel waits
for the next. Her flance comes in
and discovers what she has been do
ing. He is f'r«uy shocked and goes
out in a huff. Then énters Adnm:oz
butler, who gives Mabel his g
pointe.
Novelized from the Shubert Produc
tion by Cyril Harcourt now running
At Maxine Elliott's Theater, New
York. Copyright, 1916, International
News Service,
By ANN LISLE.
T T'S my idea to set up a little
| I Apartment ‘ouss, miss, near
| the clubs. There's comfort
in it and there's money in it. There's
'Nrkln'n. A bit hon ‘ere and bn'hon
there. They never notice it. A bdit,
on the washin’, a bit on the Mk-‘
fast. And now what about you, mho.i
When Hi come in Hi say, ‘Oh, this.
& a bit too grand for you, Adams.”
Mabel wasn't going to be feazed by
that. She quietly Informed him that
she lived here——-with a lady.
“Oh, a companion like? queried
Adams. |
“Well, yes, | suppose | am a sort
of companion.” ‘
I almost betrayed myself then by
snickering loud enough to be heard
through the keyhole. Mab heard mol
and she made her arrangements’ has
tly, “Could 1 come to see you, Mr.
Adams, at your house” Would that
be possible ™ . |
He Is Rather Dubious.
Adams was rather dublous. “Yes,
miss. | dare say--if nothing was sald.
Would It be tea or a bit of supper™
Mabel must have grinned at Adams’
care of his reputation! But she ar
ranged for tea In spite of bis apolo-
Fetic explanation that self and cook
Was obliged to take meals with the
lower servants hon account of its
being a small 'ouse.
“l 1 see. Well, would to-morrow he
too soon?"
“No, miss. 'E's dining out tomor
row, master is. I'm took with you,
migs, though 1 says it.” '
That dreadful person was quite coy
about it, and Mabel accepted heér
tribute with joy in the copy she was
’:emng. which quite anpoyed me:
“Oh, that's very geod of you, 1 am
\lure. Mr. Adams.”
“No, miss. It's just DO, .
We takes our tea at five. 1 wouldn't
‘ave it mentioned, miss, on account
of the talking, till the ring is passed.
A terrible one for goesip cook is. Is
there anvthing véu'd faney te your
tea, miss? Fish, eggs?”
Mabel reflected carefully. Authors
have rather a maddening way of ad-
Justing fhemselves to the people
they're dealing with. She asked quite
meekly for a few shrimps, and told
that bounder her name--her real
name-—Mabel Veare,
Reully it was rather dreadtul, her
planning to have tea in a kitchen with
the cook and the parior maid and the |
Birl who cleans the steps. Ddurflrul‘
Any way you look at it. But I think it
I'd known how awtul it Wwas going to
be I would have chained Mabel! up
rather than let her go.
However, we haven't got to that
Gl e e e
Do You Know That—
Russia in its present Caueasus cam.
Paign has penetrated farther into Asla
tie Turkey than ever before, the pre
vieus high-water mark having been
Balkurt, recently passed, whieh marked
high tide in the smashing Muscovite in
vasion of 1829,
. s -
Whether sounds Accompany the au
rora borealis, as Is asserted by natives
of far northern latitudes, is being In
vestighted by N.orw.oct.tl sclentists,
The Italian Government s experi
menting with serfculture in Liyya, which
produces many mulberry trees, on the
leaves of wuleh..ulk worms can be fed.
I get out my warm-weather bonnet. I have one that is more of a favorite
with my folks, but that one I only wear on Sundays—and one must please
one’s family some of the time!
“But this {8 my heart’'s own! Semehew it's handy and is curved to my
tow head. Mother says it bends my ears down. But I dunno! It's just
enough and not too much and has a friendly old curve.up in the back that
lets the wind of the meadows play on my neck. And it has a flapping
outer rim that is loose like a half-begun peel of an apple, and a round sec
tion on top that stands up as if achieved with a can-opener. So you can
gee that it is cool. And capable!
“Why a fellow can carry water in it,—that is, not very far; and he can
TRY to catch bees with it—almost I caught one once; and he can wear
it home with the cherries in it that he swiped at the Bachelor's place—
a'course if you squish it down very tight it will make your hair red: and
then he can wear it in swimmin’. Some hat!™
yet. A lot happened before then—
a lot to complicate matters.
About a minute after Mr. Robor{
'Enery Sholto Adams took his de
parture Franklin ushered in the last
of the applicants whose letters Mab
had answered. He was quite dif
ferent—regularly the sort of person
you might know. 1 knew directly
that he was one of the ¢haps from
Gerald's club—byt Mabel was teo
intent on her copy then and later to
do any sane thinking.
This man was well groomed and
had an air of quiet distinction and
& quité lovely smils. He had nice
brown eyes and soft brown hair and
Just enough brénze to his skin, and
was the sort who orders his ¢lothes
on Bond street and doesn't think
much about them afterward.
Hé wasn't half so much at ease as
Adams and Flood had besn—but he
was much quieter about {t. That
ought to have told Mabel some
thing.
“l presume you ara Miss X." said
he, taking in Mabel and the place
with a humorous smile,
“Well, yes I am—for the time be
ing.”
“Quit: sO. I am Mr. A. B, C. for
the time béing.”
“Yes, 1 gathered that. Won't you
sit down?™
“Thanks! Beautiful weather, isn't
According to an Italian physician, love
CAuses an ilntoxication of the nervous
centers, producing a disease that, if not
cured, may lead to neurasthenia, and
even insanity,
» 5 9
A Russian Government buresu is or
ganizing & sclentific expedition to make
& thorough investigation of the mineral
resources of Siberia.
. . -
As one result of the “See América
First” crusade consequent to the Euro
pean war, more people visited the Yel
bvm.hnhnmmnmm pre
vious year in its history,
MABEL ORDERS
THE BUTLER'S TEA
it, for the time of year?”
Mabel faced him rather severely.
I could just faney the frown be
tween her lovely brows and I wished
the keyhole were twice as big.
“Beautiful. Did you come to talk
about it?" said she. |
“l came prepared t» talk abeut
anything—from the climate to
crepe deé chine and impulsive young
women."”
“Did you think I wae an impulsive
yéung woman?"
Mab wasn't half as affable as she
had been to that dreadful Adams.
She Questions Him.
“lI thought it was extremely prob
able” replied the gentleman of the
smile,
Mabe! rather catechised him. “Is
that why you answered my adver
tisement * A
“No. I answered it because it
exactly described me.”
“Really. Let me see. 1 think it
sald an attractive man, didn't 17"
It he would fence, Mab didn't pro
pose to leave the button on her foil
“Yet you came?” she concluded se
verely,
The gentleman was airy. “I Im
the type of man whom maiden
ladies would describe as ‘danger
ous.’ There's something about me.
A Je ne sais quoi—l don't know
what it is, but——"
“Oh, only ordinary conceit. 1
should say,” broké in Mabel just as
airily. \
That rather Interested the man.
He turned and onnmod Mabei
Sravely as if he had just discovered
that she was a human being--pos
sibly of his own sort. .
£he accepted that look at its full
Value. “It stares one in the face”
said she.
Quite dispassionately the gentle
‘man accepted her hint. “Perhaps
(you're right. It's rude to stare
fsn't 1t? Il look the other way
And suppose we call our little visit
=& ‘eap in the dark?
‘ To Be Continued Nou'dq.
“My hat is a lily-bell, a creamy little bell, bluish at the base and sil
very at the curlethover tips. When the squirrels gtretch from sleep, and
the bear comes out croes and hungry, and the pussy-willows cuddle in
twing up and down the branch, then I fare out under the blue Spring sky
to find me 2 warm-weather bonnet. You see I've worn one made from
the fur of dandelion-tops all winter. And 80 I seek me a lovely slender
bell, and looking into the little wood-tarn where the brown last-year's
leaves at the bottom give .me a dark-water mirror, there I pull it down
over my green silk locks and lo—my bonnet! For lam a pixie from
under the roots of the forest'trees. And I am easily pleased.”
“Over my hair,” speaks Summer, smiling all the while with her sea
blue eyes and her lips as red as the Indian Paint Brush, “over my hair,
because I was born free like the wind on the peaks and the spume on
the sea, over my hair I wear only a slim wreath of wild roses. Other
head-gear would weary me!” ~-NELL BRINKLEY.
o Little Bobbie’s P 2 8
By WILLIAM F. KIRK,
EN Pa was eeting his brekfest
this morning, he dident say
a word for a long time,
What seems to be the matter with
my deer lord & hed of the house this
morning? sed Ma. You are about as
talk-ativ as a wooden Indian. By this
time most mornings you wud have
finnished saying at least ten thou
sand words, Ma sed. /
I have been thinking, =ed Pa, and
wen I think I do not speek.
Of what have you been thinking of?
‘Od Ma.
Of what a strainee thing ip lite, sed
Pa. It is a bubbel, a mist that fades
away, a dewdrop that dries up in the
sun of eter-nity, sed Pa.
Well, sed Ma, life may be every
thing vou eall it, but it seems to me
that it is vary fine te know life a butl
ful morning like this. The air is like
wine, Ma sed. It may seem like vary
thin wine to you, tho, she sed to Pa.
Cheer up.
1 wud like to cheer up, sed Pa, but
my hart is hevvy. T wish 1 had been
born & lived in moar peeceful times,
& that you & littel Bobbie cud alse
have lived wen 1 4id, in sum butiful
valley ware nothing fought excep
wild annimule.
Well, sed Ma, I suppoas that wud be
vary butiful, but we arent living in a
repceful, buuh? valley. We are live
ing in a graté city, surrounded by
water, which I suppoas only adds te
yure gloom, sed Ma. We Uve in a
huge community, we are littel cogs on
4 grate wheel & thare is no nse hee
moaning the sack, sed Ma, Cheer up.
Think of roses & sunshine.
You was hanny |nt,nlto wen you
*um hoam, | sed,
You weare indesd, sed Ma; vou ware
sineing Waik Up. America. in a velce
loud enuff to walk us most of Amer.
ica & part of Canady, Ma sed.
1 am always that way wen | cum
hoam, sed Pu: yav hart bubbels oaver
with joy at ths thot 1 am anproach
ine the finest liftel wife & the finest
littel child in the whole town: so 1
sing. Sumtimes T feat hum. low &
sweat. sed Pa. & at other times, such
a 8 last nite. my oy knows no bounds
& 1 et Joome. Yov ix a mrate eme
shon Pa esd. It s akin to love.
It s akin to the nahors. toe, wed
Ma: avery one of them knew last nite
how hanoy vou salt, | sunpoas they
are talkine it oaver at hare brekfust.
I am sure [ doant care. sed Pa. 1
was born to be talked about, he sed
to Ma, & T suppoas sumtimes thay
By NELL BRINKLEY
Cepyright, 1916, International News Service.
git tired of singing my praises. 4
man with as many ad-mirers as me
sed Pa, doant mind a littel frank
criti-slsm now & then. Grate mer
always have thare ennemies.
Well, sed Ma, it it is jest the saim
to you, deer, I wish after this you
wud try hard to be a littel less cheer
ful at nite & a litte] moar cheerfu
the next morning.
1 was brot up not to sing at the
tabel, sed Pa. é )
How wunderful of You t 6 res-mem.
ber it, sed Ma. Well, deerest, she
sed, 1 suppoas after all I shud be
thankful for yure silent moods. |
imagine that by noon you wil] be feel
ing fine, #¢d Ma. T know the simp
toms pritty well after all these yéers.
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