tered into her soul that had purged
her of self and made a woman of her.
And she knew that she would never
regret that experience. For life and
its experiences are sweet, whatever
guise they take, and sorrow is the
other side of the shield of joy.
The next morning, when she went
to work, she said to air. Koch:
"My year is ended and I am will
ing to marry you, if you still want
Koch was not the sort of lover she
had expected to find, but Esther
knew that at least she had found
peace as his arms enfolded her.
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
Mrs? Parker Young man, why
aren't you at the front?
Young Man (milking cow) 'Cos
there ain't sny milk at that end,
CANE GONE! IN COMES CANE-PARASOL!
BY BETTY BROWN
If you have a cane don't carry it.
Hang it in the closet beside last
year's frock it's just as much out of
date. No proper lady in London or
New York carries a cane any more.
She twirls a stick, however, but it is
a parasol stick, a saucy thing of jet,
long and slender. The canopy may
be scarlet or green or blue, though
many of the new sun shades are in
the delicate pastel shades with ap
plied trimming of silk in colors. No
tice the length of the sticks, and the
form of the "shades" in the cane
parasols I've pictured here so high
a fashion authority as Fashion-Art
says these are correct.
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