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PHILADELPHIA', MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 191
WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS TO KNOW-THINGS THAT INTEREST MAID AND MATRON
ELLEN ADAIR MEETS
ABOARD SHIP ONE OF
Lonely Scotchman From the
Island of Islay Confides in
English Girl Tale of His
Tha rise and dreadful fall of the At
lantic Ocsan! Why, I think that com
pared with It the rise and fall of the
Roman Empire Itself must have been thn
merest trine. One sits upon the deck Rnd
ees the strange gymnastics of the sea.
For up, up. up the ocean surges tlll.ono
thinks the boat must swamp. Then
down, down, down 'the racing1 waters My.
while long nnd shuddering vibrations
shake the ship from stem to stern. A
certain very human analogy might easily
b6 drawn Just hetc, but there are times
when, even for the embellishing of a tale,
a parallel had best be left nlone. Let
It sufllce to say that mal-dc-mer has
never troubled me. My cablnmates ero
all laid low, a melancholy band. Be
tween the paroxysms t know they pray
ed that ue might hit the bottom.
For after leaving Queenstown on the
second day, when evening came we met
the great Atlantic rollers. Wo pitched
and rolled, but oh' I loved the white
foam and the blinding spray! The
steerage deck that was so gay was now
like a deserted battlefield. With loweietl
iinir nml rnl green look, the would-be
conquerors of the. sea had tied below. I
eat alone and meditated on the van
A lowering sky gloomed on that
threatening sea. The forward first-class
deck was quite deserted, too; behind me
and above on the second-class, a few
adventurous souls- were cautiously pac
ing the rolling deck. Hut In the steer
age I was nil alone.
Above the loud vibrations of the screw
I heard a sudden melody, clear and dis
tinct. The voice was nearbv; the voice
was a man's, a deep rich baritone, and
the air was strangely familiar. Where
had I heard that wild Strang air be
fore? I listened lntentl.
"Lochaber no more. O. t.mluhfr nn trior."
I fhall -wnlie return to t-ocnabpr no more.
The liquid notes were full of a earn
ing sadness. Where, oh. where, had I
once beard that lovely melodj ?
A SOI.DIEK'S FUNERAU
The present scene now slowly faded,
and in Its plato I saw the great Trafalgar
Square of London ns it looked one stun-
long J ears ago. .v long.
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SWEATERS TO MEET
SCARCITY OF TOGS
War May Have Serious
Effect on the Price of Out-of-door
Garments for Children.
CHILD'S SWEATER COAT
Just the sea-mews heard! But now I see
1 had nnother llstenur. You arc- a b-dch,
I'm a crofter's son. But 'tis the kindest
eyes you have I'm thinking they are
like the niountnln tame among the peats
of Islay or those deep pools the sea will
lea-.e among the rocks."
Tell me about Islay, please," said I
TUB TALE OF ISl.AY.
"The llnest place on earth." said he
"And 'tis the finest view in Pcotland
fiom our shieling. The roof li onlv
thatrh. vou know, but then that means
. tairy, said
mer atternoon long .tears j. .v iuiih, . : . .:.- . , ... .t.. .. ,,,.,.
sad nrocession of soldiers slowly followed ' "o urn s n urere. "'"""" 'Vm
a single gun-carriage bearing j-omethlng
draned over with one great Mag, the
T'nlon Jack anil on that flog theie lestt-d
a solitary sword anil helmet TIip sun
hone on" that long line of kilted Scottish
soldiers and glanced on evert- gleaming
helmet. It was that great regiment of
the race, the Ctoidun Highlanders, the
sits and spins, while I work in the fields
I or at the fishing. She' has no English,
i Just th- Gaelic '
I "You sing so w-ll." I said again
I " 'TIs a ferry poor hand I will be at the i
singing." said he modestly, ' but every- I
thing sings all day long In Islav. Thn
i sea sings on the rocks, and after rainy
nlficent plosique, each man a giant and
a hero, they slowly swung along, as If It
were the 'heather of their native hills and
glens they trod, and not the grimy as
phalt of the London streets.
Two pipers in the Ciordon kilt and tar
tan headed that sad procession, and from
llielr pipes a real old Highland Lament
rang through Trafalgar Square. For a
Highland officer and a gentlemnn was
b"lng borne nn that quiet gun-carriage to
his last long renting place.
"Keren ell to lyv-liaber, I-orhabcr no more.
t shall j.mve rf-tuin in Inchnber no more
The rlderlen ihaiger who was slowly
Id beside that quiet- sun-carMagy neighed
in an eerie, heart-broken fashion. I know
he understood his oniptv saddle, and
mourned his master with a mourning
regiment. Dear floidon Highlanders! A
soldier's funeial Is the saddest sight.
The singer on the steerage deck now
came in view, a tall, broad-s-houldercd
youth. His clothes were of the roughest
homespun, patched and darned. He had
the shabbiest. r-t the grandest air for he
was one of Nature's gentlemen. A cour
tier might well hate envied the gallant
way he bowed and doffed his thriMdbare
cap. as if I were a piincess, he a prince.
I knew at onoe he was a Highlander
"Madame,- said he. and I knew that
words did nu mme easily to him !n th
English, "ne ate eomiianlonless. and one
of us is ferty homesick It will be honor
ing me to talk uitli juu. 'Tis better
used I am to speak the Gaelic."
"t have enjoyed your song," I said.
"And do you come from the I.ochabor
I feci very like a
little frolclfish. He
swished his tail round and round
in the hip; glass bowl of water and
elegantly nibbled a bit of fish food.
"I don't! 1 feel like a fish!" ex
claimed his companion. "I never
heard of such a creature as you arc.
You always pretend something or
feet as if you arc something won
derful! ""o, you know perfectly well that
you are a goldfish and that you are
shut up solidly in this tiny bowl, so
what is the use of pretending?" I
The first goldfish, whose name, by
the way, was Dream, softly nosed the i
burns In spate and then the sen-mews , top ot tile water, then darted down '
and the curlews always call, and In the , and swam around the bottom of the '
! woodo the ninetrees and the birches sing I lmwl hefnre he nmtp nmle nn Klc miml
i and In the fields the reapers sing all w,at to reply.
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ji Luurae an wmi you say is true,
the race, tne uo.uon n gmanoers. tne , b , to are ,,,
bravest and the finest lghting men that , hillsides. 'TIs brooks in flood
Britain ever owned With their mag-; , ,, ,.,,, Uiem. but we say
But Tslav Is a lonelv place, a sort of
kingdom in the sen.?" I said.
" 'TIs Just a kingdom and we all are
kings," said he "For all the moors
Hnd hills and glens are ours. But never
I lonely' I know a little lochan In the
J plne. U night the curlews call among
I Its reeds and In the long deep heather.
grouse and ptarmigan are hid. We hate
our Highland chieftain, ton. the gteat
MacDonald of the Isles the King's own
friend he is nnd at the Obnn Games las:
year he was a ludge. I tossed the ca'ier
at these games last year a heavy pine
It was and Cameron of IochieI with the
Duke of Argtll were judging, too. but
Lord Mm Donald gave the prUe to me""
"You love your Inland In the Hebrides?"
I said again.
"To nn dtlng dav!" said he fetventlv,
"and 'tis this verse of poetry will he
showing it" He leaned against the steer
nco rail, and 1 saw again the seer's look
upon his handsome face.
"From the lone shleline and the misty
Mountains divide us, and a world ot
But still the heart Is true, the henit is
And we In di earns behold the. Hebrides!"
Ho shook his head. "I am an Islay
man, saiu lit', mhu buing out ueyonil I . . t , t i
the emi in mnie a rr.1,,.,0 u. i.i-.. i For the web that the spider Had
m- MALCOLM S. JOHNSTON
I am mad at you, bad Mister Wind,
partner, he finally said, "but why
talK anout it.' Wliy not torget it?'
Xow, Dream's partner in the fish
bowl was named Really Truly be
cause he had such a really truly" little
hort tail! So short it seemed as if it
couldn't possibly belong to a goldfish.
Dream's tail was large and "spready"
and o dainty and filmy that it seemed
at times to have no more substance
than a dream that was the way
Dream got his name, you see.
Really Truly couldn't forget things
as Dream did, and if anything un
pleasant or disagreeable happeied he
seemed especially good at remember
"Oh, I can't forget it," he answered
Dream. "1 hate this little bit of a
bowl and this silly little piece of coral
in the bottom!"
"Dear me," exclaimed Dream, "what
do you want?"
"I want to be back at the store
where I came from. I want to swim
in that big tank where 1 didn't have
to turn around every minute and I
want to dart through that lovely cas
tle of coral and stones we had there!"
He talked so vigorously that he
quite panted for breath, and Dream
Oivk ot tne nrai consiaerauons ior
out-of-doors garments for children
Is warmth without undue weight.
It Is In this particular that the sweater
coat excels, and while It Is not suitable
for state or festlvo occasions, It Is an
admirable garment for play or everyday
wear, and distinctly picturesque Into the
Today's Illustration shows a sweater
coat of champagne-colored silk, fastened
with knitted buttons of the sarnie color,
and tied with a sash ending In tassels.
The cap exactly matches the Bwcater
In color, weave and trimming, as' there
Is a button on one side and a tassel on
It Is nn excellent model, either for pur
chase or for home manufacture. It has
been designed on the most simple lines,
and the sweater was never meant to be
ornate, although It sometimes Is.
It Is knitted with the regulation stitch,
but the sash prevents It from looking
cither plain or severe.
Any one at all skilled In knitting would
find It an easy model to copy.
There are several grades of wool that
could be substituted for the silk, and
any color, cither light or dark, could be
chosen In the place of the champagne
color of the Illustration.
Although It Is early In the year to
speak of Christmas, the rumor has
started, and keeps on growing, that there
will be a dearth of toys and playthings
Home of the toy shops and department
stores that make a showing of such
things received their supplies from Eu
rope before- the war broke out.
They are probably In the minority. If
the prices go up In proportion to the
scarcity of the articles It will make
rough sledding for many householders.
It Is commonly said that the number
nf children Is In reverse ratio to the
worldly goods of the parents, which may
be the law of compensation manifesting
Itself obscurely. But If the prices of toys
are prohibitive the children must not go
A gay-colored cap and sweater would
delight the heart of any child, and It Is
sui prising how- quickly they reach com
pletion when they are started and worked
on In the odd moments that otherwise
might pass with nothing to show.
And, furthermore, knitting Is .recom
mended by physicians as a sedative to
waited a minute to be sure that he
was through. He wasn't!
"And I don't like this room," he
went on. "I want the children to
stand around and watch us as they
ued to so there!"
Dream looked pretty solemn; you
see, he liked all those things, too. And
even a goldfish's troubles sound
pretty dreadful if they are said right
out all together that way!
Then he remember how foolish it
is to worry about troubles or to think
about things one can't have.
"I suppose that's all true," he an
swered Really Truly, and then he
added calmly, "but you see I don't
stay a goldfish long."
"No? exclaimed Really Truly.
"No, I don't," replied Dream, con
tentedly. "A few minutes ago I was
a cloud in a make-believe sky. Just
now I am a fairy queen dressed for
a ball!" And he circled gracefully
round the bowl, flirting his gorgeous
chiffon train in. gay delight as he
added, "and make-believe is fun just
try it and see!"
Tomorrow The Little Red Crayon.
CopyriBht, lf)H, by Clara Ingram Judson.
But Islav '
will be calling all the time!" I
Tho Island of Islay.'' I said, "does it i
not lie out In the Hebrides of Scotland?"
Ho nodded slowly, and his face, young. !
wonderfully handsome, lit up with a new
glow and a remembrance. It was the ',
face of a dreamer, a ieer, and on It was
the clear ptophetk- g.-uo peculiar to the ;
sea-girt Highlanders of Srotland They
live so close to Nature . that thev have,
a "second sight' -and Natuie is their
onlv "medium '
" 'TIs lonelt r f. e!mg in tlus place."
aid he, "and "0 I sang my saddest sons
all the time I II r.. tninking that twas '
You twisted and tore,
And she'll have to once more
Fix the ends she had carefully pinned.
And I wish I could whistle like you,
And could play everywhere as you do;
And you don't go to sleep
When the little stars peep,
But can play all the day and night,
r . i f v .n"
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MRS. IMOGENE B. OAKLEY
Philadelphia woman commends the French people for their calm during the
trying days of the mobilization.
CIVIC ASSOCIATION WORKER
TELLS FRENCH EXPERIENCES
In her charming apartment at the
Gladstone, Eleventh and Pine streets,
Mrs. Imogen D. Oakley cheerfully re
counted her European experiences, for
she has Just returned from France, and
Blad she is to be at home again. Accom
panied by Miss 1311a Robb, secretary of
the Civic Club in this city, Mrs. Oakley
sailed for the shores of Brittany earl In
July, where Bho spent one happy month,
and then proceeded on to Tours, On her
arrival she was greeted with vague news
of the war, but did not feel unduly
However, the seriousness of the position
for Americans abroad was brought sharp
ly homo to her on the following morn
ing. On going out to get some checks
cashed she discovered, ruefully, that not
a soul would cash them. The French
landlady proved a good friend In trouble;
he Immediately said, "Madame will sta
as long as she likes and will pay mo
next year." Indeed, to stay In Tours was
the only possible thing to do. for all the
trains were used for mobill7ation pur
poses, and even hnd she had the money
Mrs. Oakley could not have left.
The daughter of the late George F. Bacr
was In a like predicament at Tours, and
was also forced to stay. For two weeks
she had to do without her favorite after
noon cup of tea, since sho was unnblo to
pay for It.
"I want to tell you this specially," said
Mrs. Oakley In her eager, vivacious way;
"the American Express Company was the
first one that cashed our checks, and
when It did, It paid In full. All the
hotels took the American Express Com
pany's checks, saylnpr that they knew
they would be paid In a few months,
"Wc were so desperately anxious to
see the chateau In the valley of the
Loire," continued Mrs. Oakley, "yet It
looked na If our chances of doing so were
slim. We could not oven nfford to send
a postcard home to say where we were:
i:xtica vim: .ieksisv
roriruv AND VINE
Wilms rniux DUCKS
The lattr nrc ultra choice nnd well
meated. Tresh pkri received dally. Mall or
phone orders Rlvnn careful ami prompt at
tention. Wp deliver an where. Irlcea al
READING TERMINAL MARKET
wo had no money. Then a delightful
thing happened for us. A man from
Brooklyn, who was touring In his ahlo,
burst a tire, and was forced to stay In
Tours, for he, too, had no money. At
tha end of two weekB, my friend and I
got some money through the American
Express Company, but this unfortunate
man had a Brown-Shipley letter of cred
it, and could not get It cashed. He cam
to us and said that if we would give him
money to mend his tire, ho would motor
us around the chateau. Needless to say,
we heartily agreed.
"The Loire Is too beautiful for words,"
said Mrs. Oakley. "You know It Is called
the 'Garden of France,' Crop after crop
of strawberries appears there In a single
season, for the ctlmato Is so equable and
delightful that everything grows rapidly,
"At Chanonccaux a melancholy French
woman, whoso husband had Just left for
the war, showed us round the old
chateau. 'Mon marl est alio a. la guerre I'
was her one cry, while tears kept run
nlng down her cheeks, Bho could not
even explain a picture to ub, as the tears
kept trickling down her nose, and It wat
so Infectious that wc joined In, too,
"At the, end of August wo loft for Mar.
selllcs, to catch the first chance of get
ting a good steamer homo," continued
Mrs. Oakley. "We had a dreadful Jour
ney down for two days only a stalo
sandwich or two to eat, and sitting bolt
upright night and day. At midnight once
wo got out for a four hours' wait at a
little station called Chasse, 'You cannot
sit In the flrst-claaa waiting-room, for It Is
for the officers,' said the Btatlonmastcr
to mo. 'I have n first-class ticket, and
hero I stay,' I snld decidedly, 'I shall
be glad to have the officers Join us. Show
them In,' But no, he Insisted, we must
get out. He threatened: he Implored.
'No, I will not go sit third class," said
I. These officers would not come In, but
peered nt Intervals through the window!
"I wish to say," concluded Mrs. Oakley,
"how very much I admired the calm Belf
control on the part of the French soldiers
and people! not the slightest sign of
boasting, nor hysteria, nor vnln talk was
there. All was done quickly, silently nnd
This winter Mrs. Oakley Intends to con
tinue her efforts In abating city noises,
and In her prominent position on the
American Civic Association will doubt
less have a busy and a useful time.
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