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x j T.e plats shows one of the new mil "faery models for dress wear, the shape rather a large one, with a bowl crown. Falo blue felt formed the hat, n'hih was tilted up on the left side, the tansieau being filled In with a draped knot of pala blue velvet. Brown tulle THE BLIND SNAKE. I'An A3-eiitnro la the Hinterland of Mexico. '(By Captain A. B. Hawser.) "Throw him Into the rear cell," com roanded tha officer of the ragged, vil lainous ratrol that had caught me. It was in the province of Oaxaca, well "buck among the mountains and before ' t-iioo was as peaceful and quiet as it Is now. Th-e men who haa roped me off my Jior&e and taken me prisoner were os tensibly military; but In reality they were bandits. They pretended that my passports were Irregular. What they were really after was to take away my equipment and what money I had and then to keep me In a cell till I should be glad enough to let them keep ail my property in return for liberty. The cell was a miserable little den la a tumble-down adobe house. Had I been free to move about I could have broken out In a very short time. But my captors had reckoned on that. They had tied my arms and also my legs, so that I was forced to remain In a sitting position. Every time I arose It was only to fall down again Rfter taking a few tottering steps. So I soon thought better of it and finally I Jay down to sleep. "What awakened me I do not know. It may have been a noise or It may have been instinct. At any rate. I awoke with the strong impression that I was not alone in the ceil. I was lying on my side and the sunlight was shin ing on the floor Just beyond my face. 5-1 y eyes naturally wandered there first end my heart Jumped hard at what they saw. Not five feet away from my head lay a huge fat rattlesnake, tiJoated and nauseating. I Jerked my head back instinctively and at the motion the snake moved too. Its evil wrinkled body writhed and swelled and its horrible head arose and turned in my direction. Then I faw that the thing was blind. It had shed Its skin recently and the think white membrane that forms over the eyes of these serpents at such times had not yet come away. My first impulse was, of course, to struggle to my feet and get as far away en I could. But the moment I scram bled to an upright posture I fell head long again, partly because my legs were tied both above and below the leneea and partly because the tight tvonds had stopped the circulation of the blood so much that both legs were Quite numb. And when I fell I fell in such a way that I nearly landed on top of the ser pent! So I IS1 not try to rise again. I jrot to my knees and thus, on elbows nd knees, I scrambled away from the blind snake as swiftly as I could. T could not go far, for the cell was 5iot more then ten feet long and less than seven feet deep. In hustling away in my clumsy position I kicked t- ! V t ' i I Shouted Lustily for Help. TM -'V. ;3 was used under the brim, across the back, the trimming consisting of shad ed hydrangea blooms, in pale blue, pink and mauve, with foliage. A pale blue aigrette sprang from the centre of - the front, giving the required height. the rattler with my heavy riding boot and this infuriated the beast. With head erect, tongue going in and out busily, and rattles whirring, it glided after me. If it had not been blind, I would not be writing this story. The cell would have been far too small for me to evade the snake had it been able to see, even if I had been free to move. As it was, I barely managed to escape being struck time and time again, for. blind though the rattler was. its other senses were keen enough and it could move like lightning, whereas I with my numbed, fettered limbs, could onlv crawl clumsily. I am not ashamed to sav that I shouted lustily for help. At last the face of one of the bandit-patrol peered through the small window. To my horror, instead of moving to give me aid he looked down on me calmly and then said with a grin: "Senor is doing verv well. Knt the senor will get tired soon and then " With these words he rolled a cigarette and disappeared. Truly I was getting tired terriblv tired. And I knew that before long I would be unable to scramble out of the way quickly enough and in that mo ment the tireless seprent would strike. I happened to be in a comer at last and the snake was gliding diagonal! v aeross the cell toward me. I lay quite still for a moment to get as much strength as possible before beginning the awful race again. Just then some thing rustled in the rubbish in a cor ner and out popped a rat. Quick as I could. I rolled over the place where it had entered, in the hope that the frightened thing might race around the cell looking for exit and thus furnish a victim to the angry snake. So it happened. When the rat found its hole blocked it darted around in sudden panic. In so doing, it touched the rattler and quick as a wink the snake struck at it. The rat, fright ened into true rat rage, sprang at the blind snake and fastened its sharp teeth into the snake's head, sinking one of the teeth into an eve. The snake swipped arouryi the cell like a living cyclone, but the rat held tight and in a few minutes the two lay quite still, both dying. As for me. I fell flat on the floor when the danger was over and went Into a stupor from which I did not awake till a light shone into my face and kind hands untied me. A force of real government regulars had come in. under the command of a man whom I had met in Mexico City, and he had recognized my horse in the possession of one of my captors, with the result that he soon found me. But It took a week of rest to help mo recover from those few hours in the Oaxaca cell. Mrs. "Homebody Engaging cookt Very well, then; you may come tomorrow at ten '. Cook Oid sooner come at Hght. mum. Thin It Ol don't loike th' place Oi can lave in toime for the matinay. Puck. If Si mm 111! Mi km I! -' MEETING A MONSTER (From Central News and Press Exchange. ) I was sitting in- my pet easy chair, reading the letters which had arrived by the last mail. Some from my old home so vivi-ily revived precious memories that letting them drop into my lap, I gazed dream ily out of the open. French wiulow into the mirage of a Surrey landscape whose bowery lanes and ivy-Cad cot tages, clustering round a venerable church, fashioned themselves out of the gray monotony of the treeless Aus tralian downs among which my lot had been cast for the last few years. Then, at the stroke of four from the little clock on my writing-table, I roused myself from my reverie in order to get through the rest of my budget before my husband came 'n for his five o'clock cup of tea. For it was ray custom on mail days to have a precis of my letters ready by that hour which he always reserved for me when at home, howevor busy he might be. called it "instruction, combined with amusement." He was an energetic ari l hard-working -;h;ep farmer, and nad but scant time for the writing tr read ing of any but business letters. I found little worthy of remark in four of the five remaining epistles, and composed myself to the reading of the fifth a bulky one from an old friend and schoolfellow, a cousin of my hus band's, Maria Thelson, who, like my self, had married and settled in Aus tralia, and now lived many miles off in a more populous district. She was the kindest of women. Maria's style was diffuse and her habit of underlining every other sen tence imparted a fictitious air of em phasis to it which, as a rule, evapor ated on perusal. But in spite of its being doubly in terlined, one passage of her letter roused me to keen interest. Reduced from Thelsonese into ordinary prose it was to the effect that a neighbor of theirs a Mr. Froghart, an eccentric and solitary old bachelor, who had long been in the habit of keeping pet snakes, kangaroos, and monkeys had recently added to his collection a ba boon of huge size and strength. This creature had, within the last fortnight, turned upon his master, and. after hugging him to death, had battered the body with a club in a shocking manner and had then escaped into the woods. But this was not all. While search parties Were busily hunting for the brute, news came that, with a huge bough of a tree, it had attacked a lonely woman the widow of a shep herd and her little baby, and had killed them both. Every effort was be ing made to capture the baboon, but hitherto, owing to its swiftness and extreme cunning, without success. Here I was interrupted by the pit-a-pat of little feet on the veranda, and "Fluffy." our only child, aged eight, rounded the corner and made for my window. His shock of tousled fair hair which detied the reforming influence of brush or comb, and had gained him the nickname which had utterly ousted his baptismal appellatives, Algernon Felix surmounted a round face of se raphic innocence out of which his father's intensely blue eyes wandered round the room in -quest of me. "Where is your cap, Fluffy?" I asked from the cosy depths of my chair. Fluffs 's right fist was tentatively ap plied to the top of his skull. "Well, now, tnumsie. I shouldn't wonder if it wasn't lying by the lower pool!" He uttered the Dcvonianism inher ited from his father, the younger son of a Devon squire with a philosophic calm which utterly ignored the per sonal bearing of my question. "And how came it there, sonnie?" He twinkled all over. "Oh, mumsie dear, it was such fun! I purtended the old turkey-cock was a kangaroo and I roded Jumbo after him as hard as hard! And the old turkey he did not want to purtend that and he gobbled awful! Oh, dear!" And Fluffy wiped tears born of laughter with the back of his chubby hand. It was impossible to resist Fluffy in these moods, and by this time I was shaking under the infection of his mer riment. "And you know, mumsie, there is a long sheep-trough by the lower pool. So turkey he gets behind tnat and I could see his old red head peeping over the edge so " And my son, who had a strong dra matic turn, enacted the scene with a chair for the trough. "So I made Jumbo jump over the trough just where his old eye was pee-eeping and he gave a regular scree-eech! Oh, dear!" At this point words failed the nar rator and he lay on his back at full length on the floor, which he tapped with his heela in an ecstacy of mirth. In a few moments he recovered and, sitting up with an air of portentious gravity, cocked his head on one side. "Must have spilled my cap just there, mumsie." "Well, mv bov. off with you and send Tom for it and then go and have your bath. When Fluffy had disappeared I once more read the passage of Maria's letter which described the finding of the bod ies of the widow and her infant child. Both were inside the shepherd's hut, the door of which had been broken open, and clutched in the mother's dead hand was a two-pronged steel table-fork, evidently snatched up for her defense, while her left arm was still round her baby. I pictured to myself the poor soul's terror at the awful appearance of that demon-face glaring in at her window. It was then no doubt that she had strained her infant to her bosom and had armed herself with her particu larly inadequate weapon. Oh, the an guish that must have torn her heart while her door was being battered in by her terrible visitant! And the thought came to me "Suppose my darling Fluffy tomor row, straying by himself in our ab sence " I hid my face in my hands. "Amy. dearest, are you ill?" I looked up to see my six-foot hus band, the picture of health and strength, standing at the open window. I instantly determined not to worry him with my morbid fancies. "111! No, you goose; ring for tea.'' Fred, who had learned carpentering at Rugby and was very deft of hand, had hung all the bells in the house for me. "Any letters?" "Some from home." And I gave him a summary of their contents. "Anything more, little woman?" "One from Maria," and I leaned ward to pick it up from the floor whether it had fluttered. Fred made a wry face and laid a hand upon my arm. "Let it lie. darling. Maria is a dear, good soul: but her letters are well, hardly exciting. Besides, we've got to arrange about tomorrow. And we were soon deep in the dis cussion of next day's "picnic," as we called our montmv drive or twenty miles to the nearest town for the pur chase of such little odds and ends as could not well be got through carriers or chance messengers. We used to en joy these excursions immensely. I had a beautiful brown mare, Fred's gift, which I drove in a light hooded gig and had trained to go at half speed and full speed, to stop stock-stiil, or even to back at certain words of com mand with the precision of a ship's en gine. I had never touched her with a whip in my life. I had been accus tomed to horses from childhood and, before I left England, had ridden regu larly to hounds. Our usual plan was this. Fred would ride his thorough bred, "Ben." while I drove. This gave more room in the gig for small parcels and enabled my husband to strike across country at certain points to visit outlying parts of his farm; then he would join me again further on. "Fred, do you think e could take Fluffy this time?" He looked doubtful. "Well, dear, it's a longish drive, you know, and " "But the little rascal can coil himself up on the cushions and sleep to his heart's content." "All right, you know best. And won't the young villain enjoy it!" So it was settled. Now I must tell you that, by way of arousing me from the home-sickness which lay strong upon me at the outset of our farming life, Fred had taught me how to use a revolver. Constant practice had made me an expert shot, and I could hit the pip on an ace-card nine times out of tw-elve at a dozen paces. That night rummaging about for something or other, my eye fell on my revolver. Acting on some impulse which I could not explain, I carefully loaded all six chambers and then put it into a small handbag which I was tak ing with me, and which I pushed under j l 46t h- A waist of pale apricot broadcloth is shown in the sketch, the trimming con sisting of braiding, lace and velvet rib bon and buttons. The cloth was slashed on each side of the front to show the lace under-blouse, the opening being laced across with velvet ribbon of a shade darker. Narrow silk soutache a flap on the inner lining of the gig. I did it half mechanically, which., may account for my utterly forgetting next day that it was there. Upon starting we were all three brimful of fun and spirits. We sat out very early to avoid the heat: our horses were in capital fettle. Fluffy surpassed himself, and. as for Fred, he always has had and always will have, if he lives to eighty, the heart of a boy. The way he trolled forth old dormitory- songs of his school days did one's heart good: and his hearty laughter at tiur- fy's sage remarks on roadside things was as refreshing as any tonic Our boy's wonder at the first town he had ever seen was great a lot or rarm- houses all stuck together." was his first impression. The excitement and the long Journey had wearied the little man, and during the drive nome ne slept the sleep of the just. We had reached a little belt of trees rive miles from our farm when Fred raised a hushing hand and we drew rein. "I don't riuite like the way those sheep of Quillet's are bleating. Amy. I think I II just ride over and see him. You drive on home, dear, at your lei sure, and if I'm there before you I'll come and meet you." "Much more likely that I shall have supper ready for you. I know that Quillet is in the talking way." Quillet was our third shepherd, a worthy but loquacious person. Fred had scarcely gone round the skirt of the little wood when I experi- encer what I took to be an extraordi nary optical illusion. I was gazing pensively into the heart of the wood, where the shadows lay thickest, and was struck by an odd, gray excrescence protruding from the stem of one of the largest trees like an enormous wen. I was lazily wondering at the strange growth, when instantaneously, in the most ghost-like manner, it vanished into thin air. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Could I have been dreaming? I puzzled over it a bit, and then, Bet ting it down to my own weariness and drowsiness, put it out of my mind. I had emerged from the belt of trees and was going at a smart pace, when, happening to glance behind me over the hood which of course was down, as it was a lovely evening I saw about half a mile away what appeared to be an old man dressed in gray, running after the gig. I was just going to give the word to "Brownio" to stop, when something in the man's manner of run ning struck me. He appeared to be slightly hump-backed and to let his arms swing by his side, instead of bending them at the elbows, as most runners do. He was nearer by this time, and in a moment the awful truth flashed upon me. It was the baboon! He had been hiding behind the tree and had seen my husband's departure! For a moment I was faint with ter ror. Just then Fluffy turned in his sleep with a gentle sigh of content at the change of posture, and I was myself again. I leaned over the dash-board ano gave "Brownie" the word to do all she knew. The gallant creature sprang forward, and, to my great joy, gained rapidly upon the awful thing behind. But the mare, game as she was, had traveled close upon forty miles since daybreak, and the pace soon began to tell upon her, though she struggled bravely on, covered with Lather and with heaving flanks. And I could see that the pursuer was making good what he had lost. Strange to say then, and not till then, did I remember that the revolver was in my bag. In a second I had removed ail the kniek-knacka I had bought in town, and there it was ready to my hand. While I was in the act of emptying the bag a plan formed itself in my mind. Thinking that I could not be sure of my aim while the gig was in motion, I bade "Brownie" stop. It was by this time getting dark, and as I crouched down with one knee on the seat, I felt rather than saw that the baboon was somewhere near, prowl ing stealthily round. "Brownie" must have scented him, for she trembled so that the harness tinkled audibly. It seemed to be an eternity of sus pense! Would the brute attack me from the right or from the left? Or would he spring on "Brownie's" back and so dart on me? Every nerve in my body seemed to minister to the sense of hearing. Once I thought I heard a dry twig snap un der a noiseless tread some five or six yards away to the right, and I had the spot covered with my revolver in an in stant, but in a moment I had wheeled round towards a shuffling sound on the left. All of a sudden the shafts tilted up and I saw the great, hairy paws grasp ing with a weirdly human-like clutch, the rim of the hook Just above my sleeping boy, and the next instant they had raise the enormous shaggy head to a level with my face. I saw the gleam was used for the braiding, the buttons being of gilt and enamel. These clotlv blousos win be much worn with tailor coats and skirts of the same material, and it is predicted that the washable white blouse will be superseded in many cases by those of colored silk, crepe and light-weight cloth. of teeth in the cavernous mouth and the flicker of a red tongue, and I felt I was looking into the Jaws of death. For a moment I stood as one entranced under the blaze of the savage eyes, and then I fired into the mouth and almost simultaneously head and jaws disap peared from sight. I sprung upon the seat and peered over. There, on the road, lay a dark, huddled, motionless mass. The next thing I was conscious of was being helped out of the gig by my husband and carried to bed, where I lay in a kind of stupor for many days. They found the baboon the next day stone dead. My bullet had penetrated his brain. The shepherd's widow was avenged. JEAX'S AM) ISOREIS FROLIC. (By Euphemia Holden.) "And they're going to be away over Sunday,." said Isobel. "And mother said to ask your mother if you couldn't stay wittwme, please,' and we can have the whole house to ourselves and do any thing we want and did you ever hear of such a lark?" "Oh h!" gasped Jean. I never did. But what if my mother couldn't spare me. It's awfully hard for her to have all the work." "But don t you see, interrupted Iso bel, quickly, "we can both go back to vour house in the mornings and help and then frolic the rest of the day and the evening. I'm sure it will work all right." So Friday afternoon Jean packed her Uncle Francis' dress-suit case and she and Isobel lugged it over and deposited it in the big front room overlooking the lake. Then they spent the rest of the afternoon at the skating rink, where the ice was very bad but the fun with skaters very good. They came back barely in time to slip into their dinner dresses and go down to a beautiful table set for two and served with care and exactness, just as it was the first night Jean had dined with Isobel, many months be fore. After dinner they went into the par lor and played on the piano and sang awhile and then began to speculate on something more original and exciting to do. "Let's dress up in some of mother's things." suggested Isobel, "and have a play." "Oh, fine!" replied Jean. "Only wouldn't your mother mind?" "Oh, mercy, no." said Isobel, "I'll not touch anything that makes any dif ference." They went up to Mrs. Strickland's beautiful room, with its gorgeous silver laden dressing table and dressing room filled with innumerable closets and large pier glasses. Isobel dived reck lessly into shelves and drawers and behind closet doors and laid out treas ures that would have been enough to tog out all the girls in school. Jean protested against using some of the things, but Isobel said she was quite sure of the things hrr mother valued and those she cared nothing for. 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LAWSON 9 Independent 'Phone 1197 They certainly did make the grand est ladies, in their sweeping trains and furs and bonnets and waving plumes! The reflections in the pier glass were most deceptive. Almost anybody would have said that these two were grown society ladies. Jean wore a black velvet suit with broad caffs and collar of heavy lace, a laxgre white hat, and carried a white fox muff and boat to match. Isobel was resplendent In pink cloth, a hujsre black velvet hat and a feather boa of extraordinary length and fluf fmess. "And now what shall we act?" in quired Jean, when they had sufficiently admired themselves and each other. "We're most too fixed up to do any thing useful, aren't we?" giggled Iso bel. "Can you imagine yourself doing steps with spryness ami grace? And yet the women on the stage do with as many petticoats as we have." "We'll have to do a society play," laughed Jean, "and sit in an easy chair and drink tea and gossip." "Jean." cried Isobel so suddenly that Jefin jumped. "I know whar. will be just sport!" "What?" questioned Jean eagerly. "We'll go awfully soft down the stairs and out of the door, and then ring, and when Xora comes we'll ask for Mrs. Strickland and pretend we've come to call." "Perfectly lovely." gurgled Jean. "But 'spose Nora should just say she wasn't in and shut the door in our faces." . "We'll ask for Miss Isobel when she says Mrs. Strickland is out." "She'll know our voices and the clothes." "Never mind. She'll be fooled for a few minutes, and Nora's Irish and she just loves a joke. She and the cook'll laugh for two days over it." They got safely down the stairs. Tso bel almost let the front door slam, but saved it. It took them several min utes to get over giggling. Then Iso bel boldly ring the bell. "Is Mrs. Strickland In?" asked Jean when Nora opened the door. Her voice was most ladylike and fetching. "No. ma'am." said Nora. "It's out of town she is." "Too bad," replied Jean, and Isobel shook her head sympathetically. There was a moment's pause during which Iohel came near to bursting inwardly. Then Jean went on: "Oh, perhaps Miss Isobel can see us The cut illustrates a graceful house frock of soft silk or crepe, the skirt be ing sun-plaited, and the waist accordion-plaited. The model was in dark wine red, which is to be one of the most fashionable colors this autumn. The yoke and collar were of cream lace of fine, transparent texture, and on Pii W i i -u i W - Ws I'll -It it'1 . Miinimnimi'ijuimi mum i motT 1 u f j fl a moment. It's very important." "Yes, ma'am," said Nora, "I'll ask her if you'll please to step in and be seated." The hall light was low and they stepped into the parlor. Nora stood in the doorway. "And the names, pleae," she said. "Miss Poster," began Jean. Then Iso bel interrupted her with a mighty snicker and the game wa up. Yet Nora could scarcely believe it. "Though sure I might have known the misses' fine clothes," she said. "Do wait till I run for Katie to come see the fine ladies. Sure it will cheer her heart." And it was all Katie could do to be lieve that they were not grown up and calling and she and Nora had a long laugh over Nora's being so taken in. Charmed with their success Isobel and Jean arrayed themselves in sweep ing tea gowns and went up to Isobel's room. There they pretended to be la dies in their boudoir. They read aloud and ate chocolates, which Mr. Strick land had left for them. At 10 o'clock they went to bed, gig gled and told stories until 12, and knew nothing more till 9:30 the next morning, when Nora tapped at the door, entered and said: "Ladies, if it's Miss Isobel you're wanting, she says as how she'll see you down stairs any time you'll be coming to breakfast. She was not t home when you called last evening." Rings on Her linger Xails. A famous Philadelphia beauty, Kate Furniss, hardly more than a debutante, though she is now Mrs. Thompson, has been the sensation of fashionable wa tering places all this summer, display ing her rings which are countless in a most original and barbariS manner. She wears her jewels only on the up per joints of her fingers, weighting the slender digits up to the nails with dia monds and rubies, and sapphires and emeralds, leaving the bottom story en tirely vacant. The effect is certainly bizarre and not altogether fortunate. But what's the use of being alive if one can't be unique? In playing bridge, to which, of course, the lovely Mrs. Thompson is a devotee, her eccentric ring arrangements produce their full effect. Nor does she seem the least inconvenienced in her digital manipu lations by the clumsy handicap she haa elected to impose upon herself. Louisville Courier-Journal. each side of this vest embroidered pieces in Oriental colorings were set in, these in turn being outlined by a band of the silk, embroidered in raised dots the size of a pea. The girdle was made of Th colored embroidery HTid bands of the iik. the short sleeves b ing similarly finished. f X V