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The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, October 13, 1906, Last Edition, Image 6

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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
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I Shouted Lustily for Help.
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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.
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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
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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.
Funeral Director and Licensed Embalmcr
(Established 1871)
KEEPS THE FINEST FUNERAL SUPPLIES
MADE SPECIAL TO KIS OWN 0RBE2S
Also Supplies for all who call for his Services
The following is the cost of Funerals for five grades, with Per
sonal Services and Care of Body included :
1 Cloth-Covered Oak Casket and services of hearse. . 45.00
2 Cloth-Covered Oak Casket and services of hearse. . 55. 00
3 Broadcloth Casket and services of hearse..... $65.00
4 Broadcloth Casket, sateen-lined, services of hearse. 75.00
5 Fine Cloth Casket, satin-lined, services of hearse. . $90.00
Best Carriages, S4.00 each. Ambulance on Call.
Office and Parlors: Masonic Temple, 621 Jacksoa. St.
Open Day and Night Both Phone 1 48 House Ind. Phone 243
C. W. WILLITS. Assistant.
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If it is bargains you are looking for see
me before you by.
G. E. 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
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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.
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