The Detroit times. [volume], March 02, 1914, SIX O'CLOCK, Image 4

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jflpff'jfc'MMMat Ml hi, long enough to
Mise v '«il> MM thnt she thoroughly
pjpergtoad tha trus significance of
RScTI-yo nlone, M he went* “I shall
llUt tor g tow weeks in Germany and
Hpt MM. «f My people and do a
118 >«**•,_ But if I don’t go
jUSto-hth to Germany! A couple of
Mfp will he enough for Baden, and
p9pK Marry tway to Paris—dear old
dHHfiM the city whore every man and
nmy woman are happy- A week will
fflM tooagh for the lady to buy plenty
HHP A !Bpetty clothes and hats, and
ftoMEh. perhaps, too. for a visit to
KMiitoWsßf shops along the Rue de la
jaltor. And then we’re off for the
PP«torn In s comfortable car with a
frisslFrench chauffeur —Nice and
: /MMta Carlo!—a sight of the great
fajjjMlt of all the world taking their
iK* «*d toot at the top of the sea
■Kdht That would bo eonso trip for
IgNKlrl with the Man who would give
toff.everything she wanted, some
WimMi sunshine, and the beet
MBtoih cooking, and the blue Mediter-
H|. and .a mm who would back
BplMha limit at Menu Carlo! *>et
«pk a stuffy llUla flat in Harlem.
■£ StarvMkm. oh. what?"
Bfe* tow Months before, when he had
Fay Clayton, her
Kl had boon a blow in the face.
WMnMb * suomod that Lusk bad no
personal vloleneo whatever.
Ipt'amlling and bowing, he moved a
IHpiCapa nearer to her.
MS would boa lino trip. eh. Mise
said, leering into her
ffrßrtolt "■ groat chance for a girl
fpdj»S tha warn? What do you say.
fiSp'hMdld yen say you sailed?” she
raSEslt drew a roll of bills from his
toeaed it on the renter
TrliilMsUiliH for a little necessary
mmmm tor the voyage,” he said.
fgpfiiMl sail on Tuesday—Tuesday
ftPj||toL Yen Might ring me up in
*MKflMfhiML'at My office."
her head In assent, and
|pss;auuamlni a smiling and jaunty
HKWtoi toward the door.
HlMadi cSir you ttp tomorrow morn-
Mffilh.office* the said. **l sup
iSpMM win be many little things
Klli&ihftll hawa to ask you."
§!j|Sto«riww Morning." he repeated.
Mb silk hat over hie
her n low bow of mock
thus* nt Inst ss tbo
tTMKt ha teak his leave.
doflnite conclusion that
was that she would tell
iSKwad old man Hooker thnt she
on Tuesday morning to
MPShto alt friends in the neigh-
The truth
them and must in
result Ist endless arguments
Si ho war could affect her old-
S“Mfwlllf A T The decision made,
will
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aide than the other.
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bottom, and where the
£*•>*?:- the front White
■*■ BgJJbitll white silk cord
gftk'&mmSm hod cord trim
the box coat with its
Mow* with its low
- below tiny bows
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|lttty ss*eh of vivid color
"''■M W wltb U la worn
,/.\ '~''BS>t white velvet hat
aaoailed windmill
■lp^
•he at once began the preparations
for her departure. Her mind s blank,
her soul numb, her conscience n thing
warped and thrown to tha winds, she
proceeded with deliberation to her
own undoing. Fay Clayton had turned
to the oldest and the most pitiful ex
cuse of weak men and emotional
women—tote. For the moment she
was willing to believe that inexorable
fate in the person of one Max Lusk
had laid Its heavy hand upon her, and
tote could not be denied. But. at
least, fate had come supplied with
plenty of money—enough tor her own
immediate needs, and a substantial
balance to leave to her fellow-lodgers.
When Doris returned to the apart
ment lnte that afternoon Fay told her
at onoe of her dismissal from the
company and of her proposed visit to
her friends in the country. Con
futed as her mind was. it assumed a
certain degree of craftiness. With n
fine regard to the details of her plans
she Hod to Doris, and her story was
beiftevad.
The next morning she wont down
town and made the purchases which,
earlier in the day, Imsk had assured
her wore essential to the ocean voy
age, but not for a moment was the
girl more than half-conscious of what
•ha was doing. Over and over again,
she saw in quick succession Lusk's
gray, putty face bowing himself out of
the door, Fielding ss ho fell uncon
scious across the table at Stuart's
party, and Stuart himself, with his
virile thick-set frame, bull-dog jaw,
and sympathetic appealing eyes.
It -was two o’clock when she bad
finished her purchases, and with her
arms filled with bundlee. was hurry
ing on her way to the subway station
at Times Square. Just ns she passed
the Knickerbocker. Stuart came out
of the hotel Ad mot her face to face.
It was impossible to avoid him. sad
so she stopped, her head lowered, and
bar cheeks on fire. -
"Such a day's shopping," be
Innghed, "you must have come into a
legacy."
Pay glanced at him and then down
nt tha parcels. Somehow, it seemed
impossible to lie to this man, and.
after nil, what difference could it
make now?
**No, not a legacy,** she said. "I’m
going abroad tomorrow. I’m going
abroad to Bremen, and Paris, sad
Mont# Carlo. Congratulate mo-**
Stnart was holding n cigarette be
tween his Angora, but at her words
ha let It toll to the pavement, and
than carefully stamped out the Are
with him heel.
"Do you moan." bo asked, "that you
are married ? M
i Fay looked at him wtth Beared con
fused eyes, and shook her hood.
"No,** she said, "I'm not Married.
Just n trip abroad —Bremen, and
Paris, and Monte Carlo.**
Stuart tapped the pavement slowly
with his stick, glanced at Fay, and
then back at the hotel, and than at
the high bill-boards over the shops
across the street.
"You’re sailing tomorrow r* ho
•aid. with his unseeing eyes now fixed
on the packages under her arm. 'To
morrow," he repented, "it seems so
soon."
I From a world of worldly knowledge
His mind waa groping about for a
word, an argument, a story that would
! put to rout this tragedy. People were
, pasting them, jostling them, aa they
stood facing each other on the crowd
ed thoroughfare. Somehow he re
sented the aun shining from a clear
blue sky. and the noise of the traffic
and the rumble of the cars fairly bel
lowad in his ears. Sorely in the
archives of his full happy life there
was something, soma moral, some
word of hop#, that he could offer the
distraught mind of this girl, standing
impotently before him. that would
make her see things as they really
were. Was there no experience In
his whole life that flttad him to hold
a brief for virtue and clean living?
He saw* a woman, who, in hla heart, ha
cared for tremendoualy. a soul, aa yet
[pure, clad in blue serge, and white
gloves and patent leather ahoaa,
bound straight for hall —hell surely
in this world and whatever hell the
next world provides—and yet he
found hit tongue waa dry and pow
erless. Weakly he put out his hand,
but his voice was unnaturally high
1 and resonant.
“Good-by.” he said, “and good luck
to you. But. good God. will nothing
istnp you? You’re the one thing In
this rotten town that I’d have gambled
on. I'd have staked my life on you.
me come and see you this after
, noon, tonight, any time—let me talk
I to yon, before you go, won't you?"
i With frightened unseeing eyes. Fay
tried to look into his. She slowly
gathered iier bundles under one arm
and put out her hand to take the one
held out to her, but. somehow, their
outstretched hands never met. and
the crowds of the street came be
tween them and carried them apart.
All the arrangements for her depar
ture Fay had learned by telephone
from l.nsk. and the next morning
round her lying on the lounge iu her
stateroom, a dry-eyed, miserably un
happy, nervous wreck of her former
self. It was not nntil the big boat
waa well on Its way down the bay
that she found the physical strength
and the courage to venture on desk.
To her great relief there was no one
near, and so she leaned on the rail
and watched the high buildings of
New York slowly disappear through
the gray mists of the winter morn
ing. Whatever evil the future might
brlAg her, thank Ood, that was over!
The great towers—the emblem of
huge Industries—the blaring show of
wealth and prosperity, that blotted
out the weak and poor under the
shadow of Its ostentations splendor
were fading before her tired weary
eyes. At least she had made good
her escape before the big cruel city
bad completely crushed her poor
pretty body Into oblivion.
“Good morning.” she heard a cool
pleasant voice saying to her, and look
ing over her shoulder, she taw Jimmy
Stnnrt standing at her aide.
. "Wbnt am you doing here?” the
demanded. Her voice waa steady
oooogh, hot tie waa cob sc ions that
CONGRESSMAN'S WIFE DOESN'T I.IKE
"SASSIETY" AFTER YEARS IN WILD WEST
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BUBANVILLE, Cal.. March 2.
"How much more the life in the west
offers to both men and women than
do the crowded cities of the east."
Mrs. John B. Raker, wife of Uni
ted Ststos Rep. Raker from California,
was explaining why she liked the al
most primitive life In her old home
hero better than the brilliant functions
nt Washington.
"For me the flavor of the old Cali
fornia romance days still clings to my
birthplace—a country replete in tales
her body was trembling from her
head to her feet
Stuart folded his arms over the rail,
and disregarding her angry eyes,
stared calmly and smilingly into the
white-capped waters of the bay.
"Meaning me?" he chuckled. "What
am I doing hare? I’m by way of be
ing a rescuing party. Like all res
cuing parties, 1 suppose I lack the in
itiative of discovery, but, also, like all
rescuing parties. I’m hoping to come
in for most of the glory."
"How did you know," she asked,
"that I was sailing on this boat?"
‘That's easy." he laughed, "there
was only one boat sailing todny."
"Do you know," she asked, "why I
«m here? Do you know with whom
I km making this trip? It almost
seems as if you might have spared
me this last humiliation."
Stuart gathered his arms closer
about his body and stared with re
newed Interest nt the passing waters.
"1 can make a pretty good guess
who you are with," ho said. "1 saw
that bounder, Lusk, Just now, trying
to engage two places at the captain’s
table. 1 hate to bo brusk, Miss Clay
ton, but the situation seems to de
mead It Do you mind telling me
how much yon owe him?"
"I certainly do." Fay threw back
nt him- "What right have you to ask
a question like that?**
"Because.” Stnart answered, "I’ve
got to pay him back tbo money, and
ss it's not n vary pleasant thing to
do, I'd rather get it over, and have It
off my mind."
Fay looked steadily at Stuart and
settled herself more comfortably
against the rail.
“Do you think. Mr. Stuart,” she
nskod. “that your money Is any hot
ter than Mr. Lusk’s?"
“Bless your soul, yes.” he laughed.
"Don't you know your New York any
better than that? Lusk’s money In all
tainted. Yea. it la—perfectly good,
but yet tainted money. How much did
you say It was?”
Fay turned from him and for n long
tttUe looked at the ghostlike shores,
teat vanishing behind the banka of
mut that rolled in from the sea. Ones
more it seemed as if inexorable fate
bad interfered In her affairs aud again
would brook no denial. Asa matter
of fact she loved Jimmy Sfuart for his
unwarranted Intervention, and would
have liked to throw her arms about
his neck and cry away her sorrows on
his broad shoulders, but. she
oaly turned back to him and amid:
"Mr Lusk gave me three hundred
dollars, and he paid for my passage
on the boat.”
••That's flue," Stuart cried. "I al
ways knew he was a piker. You wait
here for me, won’t you?"
Before Fay could answer him he
had gone, and with blurred eyes she
watched him hurrying down the deck,
whistling as he went.
Iu ten minutes he waa back again.
“It’a all light.** he laughed, "and do
you know he had the nerve to aak
me the same question you did—why
my money wan any better than hla.”
“You mean." she asked, “that you
paid him —everythingr*
"You bet I paid him everything.’*
he vaid, "and I also volunteered the
Information that If he ever dared to
speak to yon or even look at you
again on the voyage I’d break hie
head for him. I think he thought 1
waa going to do it. anyhow, because
aa soon as 1 gave him the money, he
ran down the gangway like u scared
rabbit.”
(Continued.)
MOVING BOG IMPERILS
THOUSANDS IN IRELAND
CARRICK-ON-SHANNON. Ireland.
March t. —A quaking mass of bog sev
eral square mil** in area is on th*
move in the neighborhood of Garrick;
and the panic-stricken inhabitants are
fleeing.
The slide has been brought about
by abnormal rains Vast areas In the
counties of IxMtrlm and Roscommon
are submerged aud many families ar»
Isolated
The shifting bog appears to be a
morass broken up by huge Assures
Ailed with water. Desperate efforts
are being made to check the mas* by
drainage.
Children Ory
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CASTORIA
THE DETROIT TIMES. MONDAY. MARCH 2. l*!4 v
MRS. J. E. RAKER
of Indians, stage coach holdups, duels
and murder trials.
"With my father practicing law
and mother assisting him at the office.
I grew up in this atmosphere. The
law at that time was a profession of
thrills. Deep feuds over land and wa
ter rights had to be settled between
powerful men. Is It any wonder that
the tame life of eastern cities occa
sionally palls me?"
Congressman Raker has recently
been conspicuous owing to bis stand
In the anti-alien legislation contro
versy that has been agitating the na
tional capital.
BOMB OUTRAGES
ABE REPEATED
Two Stores in Sicilian District
Shattered—Several Suspects
Arrested
Two bomb outrages in the Sicilian
district, within 24 hpurs, Indicate tnat
the terrorists decided on a show of
violence to counteract the feeling of
comparative security that has
reigned, of lnte. In the district
The grocery store of Nick Dedona,
No. 243 Clinton-et.. was badly damaged
by a terrific blast of gunpowder thnt
wrecked the front of the store. Sun-
I day night. Dedona said that he had
received two "Black Hand" letters, de
manding S2OO. Ten persons were
asleep on the second floor of the
building when the explosion occurred,
but no one was Injured.
The store was formerly owned by
Vito Adamo, who, with his brother,
Salvatore, was shot to death by
"sawed-off shotgun" gangsters.
Four suspects were arrested short
ly aftec the explosion, the detectives
receiving a tip that a gang at No.
415 Fort-st. east, was responsible.
The prisoners are: I-oe Legro. Sam
Bunka, Vito Ditone, aud George Pa
pale.
The other explosion occurred, Sat
urday night, in the store of Pmolo
Agusta, No. 157 Mullett-st., who had
received threatening letters, but bad
paid no attention to them, and had
not turned them over to the police,
because, he said, he didn’t think It
would do any good.
Antonio and John Coetlllo, recently
ordered to leave tha city, were held
aa suspects In thnt oase, and Tony
Rasaxxa and Vito Messina were also
locked up for Investigation.
Hickey’s for Quality.
There's no gar
ment made for Spring
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wind or rain, snow or sleet, and have
the added merit of being attrlcly *Tt,”
In matter of Style. Correct dresser*
will wear BalmacaOn’a this season,
careful onea will see that the little
Hickey label guaranteeing Quality
and Satisfactory service le appended.
Choice of all tba popular Weaves
—the Ist eat shades and mixtures
now await you* here at sls, S2O and
$25.
Hite*
mi-aae woodwajcd Atrffi/
o r Winter
wear that
can contrib
ute mor# to
lion’s comfort
and protection
than the Bul
lish cut Bal
macaan mads
of knit or
rough Import
ed cravenetted
weaves. These
coats are Im
pervious to
Thisß ichDisplayofSpringDressGoocls
Includes Genuine Evingles in Forty Shades
Women’s Shoes
From LUDERT,
Paris—New I
Exclusive with the Hud
son store are these new
Paris lasts. All footwear
styles originate there, you
know, and these come from
one of the best makers of
them all!
One has a circular gun
metal vamp, buttoned, and
a Paris leather heel, nar
row, receding toe. black
brocaded top and heel quar
ters, $4.00.
There’s a patent leather
button shoe with black
cravenette top, welt hole,
plain receding toe, 3*4-inch
vamp and leather Cuban
heel, $4.00.
And a gunmetal with mat
goatskin top, tipped toe,
narrow and receding, welt
sole and leather Cuban heel,
also $4.00.
Part of an unusually styl
ish assortment!
Hifwi nMr—
Mall H
Sixty-five Shades of Dollar Exclusive Skirt
a1 \ m
\Jk y
"Hands Across The Sea”
Made These Gloves
For You
They had not been here a day before they were
going right out on the hands of delighted .worsen.
Surprising wear you'll receive from these gloves,
they're really priced very moderately for such
qallties. One-clasp doeskin, guaranteed washable.
sl.lß.
Full pique cape gloves, spring weight. sf.lt.
Real hid glace gloves, two clasps. $1 JO.
Full pique hid gloves with contrasting embroid
ery, $24)0.
Two-clasp French Kid Olotes, SI.BO and $2.00.
Onw4 Flees Mala Hetaee Ster*
Fresh Kimonos
of Crepe and
Jacquard Silk
$1.50
So many colors hers, for one
thing, that we cannot Imagine a
woman who wouldn’t like several
of them!
Light blue. Copenhagen, navy,
wistaria, lavender, gray, rose,
pink, red, black and floral designs
h> Mbs shades.
Here's a straight style finished
with satin bands, an Empire with
satin collar and ruffs, tucks and
satin ribbon over the shoulders,
finished prettily with shirred sat
in ribbon, another with the new
raglan sleeves and plain satin
bands for finishing.
They seem to breathe the very
spirit of spring; as you’ll see
when you come to look at them.
Today?
Feerth Fleer—ltale Bedeea Steve
LACES shown in Paris,
London and Now York or*
Horn! Yet, the exclusive
specialty shops of these
centers show the very same
styles and patterns for
spring. So you know how
dainty and refined and al
together charming the
laces are! \\
The Times Advertisers Are Preferred Advertiser*
They ate not compelled te,corapetowKh questionable oepy for tilt attention es
the reader* All undeeirehle advertisers ere denied the dee of thorn mkmtm
Os all th« favoptd new tex
tures that fashionables will
be wearing, are wearing even
now, Epingles are in the fore
front
The Hudson Store’s Spring
showing of genuine Epingles
—and the other new dress
goods for spring—has opened
with the pick of the best mills
in the world.
See tomorrow—
_ Genuine Epingles, $1.50.
Pebble Crepes, SI.OO.
Plieee Crepes, $1.25.
Beyedere Crepe, $1.50.
Wool Poplin, SI.OO.
Silk end Wool Poplin. $3.00,
$2.50 and $1.50.
Novelty SUk and Wool Pop
linn, $2.50.
London Checks, $2.00.
Shepherd Checks, $1.50,
$1.25 snd SI.OO.
It’B a real pleasure to show
these new dress goods— 44 A1l in the Daylight.”
iMMdI War—Mata Hedeea Star#
It DOES Make a Difference Where
You Buy Your Piano!
Tt* HaSaaa Pfsee Star*—lTS Waaiwivi
Silk Hosiery! Styles tor $5.00?
Among them you will find
something to match every gown
and suit and every pair of shoes
you have, and easily!
The stockings are made of pure
thread Japan silk, absolutely
guaranteed, full fashioned, and
even of weave.
Any shade under the sun can
be matched in a few days by
sending to the makers for it—no
extra charge. In $1.60 and $24)0
qualities as well as the $14)0.
Ottni net*—Mels Hetaee Stare
Five Good Features of the
Empire Maternity Kimonos 1
, b So frssh aad dainty that the vary sight of them Is aa
Inspiration to a woman of refinement and culture!
Os black and aavy msssalina. one with tuchsd Empire
bodies, tucked chemisette, short tucked sleeves aad full, ac
cord lon-pleated skirt. Ribbon rosettes In self-teoss here
and there, fit.
Another in the same style, with a plate skirt, extra full,
for SIR Shown In s rather secluded oorner of the Negligee
Sales.
m£ju«Q
Two Big Stores in One
> *
All the late variations of ths tunic
Idss are here (ths styles arc exclusive
ly Hudson's) in such fabrics as these -
Fine French serges, poplins, diagon
als, nstte, fancy worsteds, invisible pia
stripes, gun club snd small fancy black
and white checks and vary smart Scotch
plaids
Fine broadcloths, duvetynses, cascade
d'eau, many of the very newest crepe
weaves sad others from S2O downward.
Bee them while they are so fresh and
new!
Third Fleer—Mata Mata— Mere.
Spring Weight Comforts
In the Daintiest of
Colors
No matter in what tone your bedroom
may be, there surely is a matching com
fort here—we've almost every wanted
color.
Bpring-llke little floral designs makes
them sven more charming.
Bach one Is fitted with super-extra fine
cotton in a one-piece bait.
The coverings are of very durable allko*
line, madras and silk with various deoorta
live borders, and there's a splendid assort
ment all the way from $2.50 to sl.os.
a—4 Fleer—Mete Made— tie—
1 American Lady
Corset
They are the five that modistes
who know the coming styles in*
sist upon for spring:
The unconflaed waist line.
The straight back.
The low but
The carved front
Very light boning.
These meet all tH4 BSMI 111 llflit
and slender figures; further
that, they are finished like higher
priced corsets, and the materials are
daintiness ItsslC.
These lines are here, the variety, the
competent coraetiores to direct you to
the right corset and to see that It fits
you well. And all for ft to OS I
TW ItviMH Cevsot SSep
Feertfc Fleer—. Meta Hadeea Steve,
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