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rssn %\\t llundim Ste. ! M1 _____ _______________________________________ * ? ?? _ _ . WASHINGTON, D. C., SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 27, .1912. ^ ?, : ? ; IS ip| Big Building is our record qf j$l achievement in six short j?l vears." I Stein Builds i Tailored-to-0 V m w | At Less I Oft fn our great tailoring pi not the meaning of the word |g permit them to accept a suit perfect in every detail of woi ?g on your suit or overcoat we'l I Three Incorr a Call for Samples of T I For Suits to Order |j Worth $20 g $25 for Elegant Sm.stei Why? Their business has been increasing nobly. Their gross earnings s i.ave risen from $8.0<it> per mile to Sll,v?iO I per mile. By larger cars, longer trains, t heavier loading, stancher track tliey e made their old outfit serve. But it came to a point where it did not seem to the ( railroad men that they could stretch that j string any longer. Nothing to do but t double track, double twminals, double a everything. But doubling facilities does t not automatically and instantaneously t double the earnings. That is why the r railroads were so hard up. ~~ d Ijjjjg New Fromjg Only $5 Dowi Do not let youi Remember, only $80.1 HUGO 1110 I I All the Beauties \ But in t\ \ Brand-new, 7-room Houi \ corner lot. Near th . \ About */2 mile from me x ?rc show you\ pjcnty 0f ian<i for j this for a \ ^ Price, $3,30 home and own terms. N an in vestment.\ ment required \ ject is to se Sales Manager, VBeu; ^ Warden Building, Y?X$: 1426 YOB ST. B.W. \p.r?. \*vaiu X PHONE NORTH 14?1 \ Dancing as a living Art. !;' ? > 4'anrjD. it? th?* M? t?n. To keep dancing alive and dignified a> a fine art. we must keop.it natural and I ee. guarding its best traditions, and preserving its inherent dramatic quality, while perfecting: its tiri?*st technique. In 'ts alliance with music, dancing has always been a vehicle for the expression of reeling; and in its alliance with poetry, as in ballads, ballets, folk dances, story dances and pantomimes, it has always been a more or less adequate vehicle for the expression of thoughts or ideas. The e thoughts, of course, have tor the most part been simple and obvious, but they have never been absent where dancing ; remained a living art. Dancing only ceases to have a rational interest when it becomes stereotyped and insignificant. In these instances dancing may remain an enjoyable amusement: giving vent to gladness and physical exuberance, but Its greatest powers as a liberal and educative art ai e in abeyance. We must foster the development of dancing wisely, and maintain its poetic quality as carefully as its musical or rhythmic quality. The whole movement r'or the revival of the art is an effort, more or less unconscious, to restore to dancing this capacity for conveying intelligent and delightful impressions, to preserve its traditional and Inherent dramatic quality, to keep pace with its development of technique. i The Gooa Stein Tail Is knozvn to thousands j dressed in en "echo have I eat orny?that it is not necessi prices to get the best tailo1 - * i >r * r\ t me Most &iegan Tder Garments rhan They Cost Reao [ant, with its army of clever cutte "fail." We always please our cus or overcoat from us unless it is fa -kmanship and finish. If we cann< 1 refund your money. iparable Tailor hese Fine Imported and /* A / [118.75] For Suits tp Order Worth $25 J t Silk-Trimmed Tuxedo I N & CO., | 9 I ime Now! I: ight Pianos 1 I Slightly Used If 0 s $2851 1 and $5 per Month 1^ r home be without a Piano. H j?; oo, and think what easy terms. ! ?j WORGHI 5 STREET |! mm c; ?3i 1 si CJ tl of the Country I ie City. / |? se; well built; large / . e Monastery N.E. / E( present car line; / ci >m new car line. / w garden and poul- / o; make ?our / a o cash pay- / a! l\ I. My ob- / \ i iir ? c H Why the Railroads Are Hard TJp. * From th'- American Magazin**. y The railroad companies complain that " they are hard up. They are: they are ^ awfully hard up. Perhaps they were t never so hard up before In their lives t Not because earnings have decreased; earnings have increased. Not because 'J dividends have diminished; dividends have n been trebled. Not because the margin p of credit has been exhausted; the mar- 11 gin of credit has been multiplied four- * fold. The railroads are hard up be- j, cause they have got to double their fa- t cilities. c When the railroads of the United States broke down in 1007 jjnt Hill said they ought to spend $700,000,008 a year for ten years to pur then,selves in shape. Seven billions In all. Since then some equally distinguished authority has rai-ed i, it to eight billions. \hess of J loring I of Washington s best H 7zed the lesson of econ ary to pay extravagant I ring. I ^hh ly Made. I rs and tailormen. we know I tomers, because we do not 9 mltless in fit and absolutely 9 3t save you from $5 to $10 9 ing Values I Domestic Woolens I < M75j 9 1 For Overcoats to 1 Order Worth $25 I j Suits to Order. I ! Largest Tailoring Establish- 9 < uent in the United States 9 \ B Stores at 8th &FSts.^ ' i ] TRAINING FOR SOLDIERS. Incle Sam's Fighters Going to 1 School in Peace Times. , rom STeriliner's. ] Take the Mounted Service School, which raduates about 200 men annually. Its ( epartment of farriery alone enables a ] raduate to command a hundred dollars a 1 lontli in civil life. For the methods are dvanced, and no such instruction is to e obtained outside of the army school. Whereas ordinarily a blacksmith may ] ?arn his trade in two years, here he gets ' much better training in six months, nd that with far less torture of defenseiss beasts. For he practices on a wax Dot and learns to make and manipulate leaden horseshoe before he is allowed ? d work on the horse. Not for him the ! ijurious practice of clapping a red-hot hoe on the hoof and letting it burn its j . ay to a good tit. Yet with all his nicely t f preparation and fitting he works far ' tore expeditiously than your ordinary iacksmith. Where the latter takes an ' our for the job, he accomplishes it in wenty minutes. He also has a course in c eterinary science and finds in the horse's . ifirmary all the most modern appliances. As for the riding in the Mounted Serv- ! le School, it is the last word in the \ ractical education of a horseman. The ' raining is severe, involving many casual- r es, but it results in finished horseman- . hip. These officers and men of the avalry and field artillery ride with marelous daring, skill and grace. Nor hould we quite forget the equal enthuiasm of the horses?those horses, so well , et up by their training, so different in ' earing from the workaday civilian horse. " i'ho can fail to remember the beautiful , nd frolicsome mare who, for pure joy, . lways took an extra jump between urdles. r We have two schools of cooks and akers turning out each year about 500 . len. Very good cooks and bakers they t re, equally well versed in in-door and , ut-door cooking. They get both theoreti- . al and practical education, with much cientific knowledge of food values. Inci- . entally the school supplies all bread, akes, pies, etc.. to the garrison and mans , he menu kitchens. A special point is he train of mess sergeants who order the , upplies and keep the accounts of the less, arranging each day's bill of fare ? ith due regard to variety and nourish- ? ig quality. r ? t Star Players and Umpires. ice Kviids, In Gilder's. I have found, in the main, that stars Ick less than any others. Walter Johnmi, the great pitcher of the Washington lull, is the easiest man in base ball to ork with in calling strikes and balls. I ave missed tliem on him badly, and at litical points?with never a word of buse. Ty Cobb and Nap Lajoie, the tars of Detroit and Cleveland, are the imp. In 190t? George Stone, now in the linors. led the American League at bat ith an average ol .338. Stone was then itli St. Louis. He was a good man at at. but no wonder. Through that entire t-ason lie centered his attention upon the iteher, not even turning to protest over miscalled strike. I missed several on im in the course of the year, but he reised to let any decision destroy his alance. To this feature, more than any ther, 1 attribute ids leadership of the >ague. Our main trouble comes from four Durces: <1; Certain managers who are olisb enough to believe that an umpire an be bulldozed into calling close plays; -> veterans, who are losing ground?who re on their way, and barely holding on, ml are naturally out for every shade ,'hlch may assist their last stand; (3) oung players, just coming on, nervous mi anxious to make good, and therefore retful; <4i players, who, after making nlrl VS. Sf?' If tct h ?-nvi' tlir? fault tinnn he umpire, and thus escape criticism by I he alibi route. A bad slump, whether by a team or a 1 atting star, also develops a tendency to- 1 rard napping and abuse, for some one nust be blamed, and why not the um- ( lire'.' It isn't his fault, but he is the nost available target to be fired at. If hese veterans fading out?or these oungstcrs breaking in?only knew how 'adly they injured their own cause by atempting to shift the blame a sudden 1 hange in tactics would result. The Green Bose. 1 'row Harper's Weekly. j The general verdict upon the green rose 1 s that.it is more curious than beautiful. < L'o botanists it is particularly interesting, ince it is a proof that all parts of a 1 >lant above the root are pi edifications of , he same thing, and in the green rose very parr may ne canea a lear. < This flower is a variety of the common i 'hina rose brought to England In the ' ear l&Vi. It also gives a strong support 1 o the view held by many botanists that 1 ill flowers were originally green and that 1 he colors In flowers are analogous to 1 he autumn tints of leaves. In the green ose the flowers generahy put on a red- < ish tint when they begin to fad* i II THE BISHC llll B ???? Cleveland .Moffett ; ???? ??4* ^ jj (Oopyrlcht by Cleveland Moffi XJULJL Jg, JL JLJL .ffi, JUjULAJUL TxTTTTTTTTT rTTV CHAPTER VII.?Continued. Thus resolved. Betty threw herself zealously into her work, and presently wrought such a spirit of Intensely modern activity into this ancient and solemn oom that the row of ancestors in their lull frames above the paneling looked lown in faded astonishment at this vivid, self-reliant American girl bending busily >ver her desk by the window. So absorbed was the new secretary in hese duties that she did not hear a quick step in the conservatory nor the opening if the farther French window as Bob 3axter, glowing with health after a brisk valk, stepped into the library. He paused it the sight of Betty and waited, smiling, for her to look up. which she presently did with a startled "Oh!" "I beg your pardon." he said, presently, 'I see you're on the job, Miss Thompson." "Yes," she said, briefly, wondering if :his was a sarcastic reference to her late ippearance. "I've just been for a walk around the iond. They call it a lake, I'm told." He settled himself comfortably on a fat blue lavenport that offered its ample hospiality just beyond the typewriter. "E>o they?" she replied, scarcely lookng up. "Why, yes." She faced him now and decided that (le had not meant to be sarcastic. And he was good looking. How could she iave thought him plain the night before? It was such a relief to see a man clean shaven after those hideous mustaches ind scraggly beards in Paris! Then she resumed her work, while the jbject of her approval picked tip a newspaper listlessly, and for several minutes there was no sound in the library save the rustle of sheets. Then, suddenly, Bob's expression changed to one of absorbed interest. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed. "Robbery in a railway carriage! Five thousand pounds! That's $2.1.000! Why, he's a friend of father's! He visited us in New iTork!" Betty looked up quickly. "You mean the Bishop of Bunchester?" "Oh, you've read it?" "No, no?that is, I mean it happened two days ago. Are there any developments?" "It seems they have a new clue." Then tie read aloud, "Among papers left by the suspected woman, Jenny Regan, at her lodgings on Fulham road was the risiting card of a young American lady whose name " he paused to turn over the page. "Yes?" she asked, eagerly. "Whose name," he went on, "is withheld by the police in the hope that it may lid in discovering the criminal." "How could it aid in discovering the irimlnal?" she questioned. "Oh. they have detectives on the case.""Detectives! Really!" and, with a thrill jf excitement, Betty once more busied lerself with her work, while Bob coninued his reading, glancing from time to :ime in the direction of the new secrelary. What an interesting face! And such hands! A lady's'liands! An artist's lands! Where in the world had the old jentleman discovered this girl? "I suppose my father found you In Lonlon?" he asked, presently. "Yes," she replied, and he noticed her ow, pleasant voice, and admired the ripiling mass of her glossy-brown hair as t lifted from her white neck. Here was i stenographer, he reflected, with the veil groomed look of a thoroughbred. The old gentleman certainly was a wonler! Bob wanted to keep her talking, but :ould think of nothing in particular to ay. Queer how this girl put him ill at >ase. And why should he wish to keep ler talking, anyway? His dealings with itenographers had always been on a basis >f calmest and most businesslike indif'erence, but somehow this one affected lim strangely; she "rattled" him. "Do you take rapid dictation, Miss Thompson?" he finally ventured. Betty hesitated a moment and her leart sank as she thought of her limitaions at the machine. When she had told 3iram Baxter that she could work a ypewnier sue was speamng irom tne standpoint of an amateur who had taken he thing up largely as a diversion. "You mean in shorthand? No, T don't; :'m not a stenographer." Young Baxter looked at her in surprise. 'Not a stenographer?" "I take dictation direct to the machine." she explained. "Mr. Baxter thinks there ire qualities in a private secretary that nay be more important than ihe ability o take rapid dictation." Bob nodded wisely. "I see. I guess 'atlier told you about the?er?trouble te had with his last secretary?" "You mean the leak in the New York jfilce?" said Betty, quickly. Bob lowered his voice. "That's what mean. You'll have to be very careful n this position. Miss Thompson. We're 11 a tight with the big copper trust and 'ather has enemies, people who are vatching every move he makes and are loing their best to ruin him. That's why lad went to town this morning. That's vhy I jumped on a quick steamer the lay after he sailed from New York. I leard of things that " he looked about lim cautiously, "that I wouldn't trust in he mails." "You suspect some one?here?" she vliispered. "I don't know, but?I want you to keep ,*our eyes open. The market has been itrong lately and we've been buying Inlependent copper all the way up the line. Ten points more will let us out even, >ut " he stopped short as a man's figire passed through the conservatory, it >vas Anton, the chaufTeur. "What is it. Anton?" he called. A man with a twisted nose and a shock if black hair appeared at the French tvindow and touched his cap politely. 'Looking for a wrench, sir. -I'm fixing ip the runabout." "Where's the car?" ' The countess and Mr. Fitz-Brown are jut in the car, sir." "Oh!" said Bob, whereupon the chauffeur, with another salute and a keen glance at the new secretary, withdrew. "Mr. Baxter." inquired Betty, "isn't there a great risk in buying stock when eon rlnn't reallv iwv for it?" "You mean on a margin? Of course there's a risk. That's what keeps us worried." "Then?why do you do it?" "We can't help it." "Why?" "You see, father Inherited this tight from his partner. "He's dead. It's a long story. Dad will be sure to tell you some day." Betty burned with eagerness to hear this story, to know more about her father. v#?t shp darprf not nri?ss bor mme lions, and suddenly Bob became silent. Then, as if restless, he rose from the davenport and strolled over to one of the windows, then turned again, toying with a. cigarette case. "Do you mind?" he asked, politely, indicating the silver box. "No, I like it." she said. It was evident that he had no intention of going ind she must hegin this copying if she was ever to get it finished- The time had come when she must demonstrate her ability to use the keys. So, gathering up a pile of letters, she moved resi>lutely over to the typewriter. "This machine is very dusty," she decided, after a preliminary examination. "Here's a brush to clean the keys, but? IP'C PITBQR t II U 1 UllUU ? i 4; and Oliver Herford. <f> ?tt ?nd OllveT Herford?1912.) f^4444sMs4sf*sf*9f*,f*4fMf*8i< do you suppose I could have a little o oil?" she asked. "Why, certainly, I'll get you son and he hurried off. thus giving Bett few minutes for preliminary pract Fortunately the keyboard was the she knew already, and she soon fot to her great relief, that she could do work fairly well. When Boh returned with the oil B< thanked him sweetly, and then, w she fussed with the levers, managed U fully to turn the conversation back Mr. Baxter's partner. And presently learned the sickening truth that Hir Baxter's present difficulties were entii due to the fact that her father had b led into speculation. "It was the old story, Miss Thomps he thought he could pull a fortune of the market, but " Bob shrug his shoulders. "He lost?" "Host his motley and a lot of fathe They had been partners for twentyyears; did a nice conservative bank business until this thing happened." "Oh! Oh!" murmured the unhappy ? "Why did he do it?" "The same old reason. They alw lived in a rather large way. The old r had a daughter, an only child, andjust worshiped her, lavished things her. I'd have Gone the same, for si a corking fine girl, Betty is, only?it t a lot of money and?Betty wanted to in Paris, and?oh, well, you understar "You mean she was extravagant?" "Generous ? extravagant ? it comes the same thing, and the old gentler wanted to leave her so she could live she pleased, but?he didn't do it." Bob had risen again and stood lean against one of the stiff-backed cha blowing cigarette smoke thoughtfully ward the conservatory. For a few 1 ments Betty could scarcely trust her to speak. "And the girl?Betty?what became her?" she asked, presently.* "Oh, she's over in Paris, I believe, doesn't know a word of this. I'm o telling you as father's private secret and?you understand this is absolui confidential, Miss Thompson?" "Of course." "It would break Betty all up If knew it." "But?don't you think " hesitated girl, and, despite her bravest efforts, eyes betrayed her deep distress. Bob looked at her fixedly. "I say, have a tender heart. Miss Thomps What were you going to say?" "I only meant?it seems unfair to? the girl." stammered Betty. "It puts in a false position. Perhaps she has b spending a lot of money that she thou was hers." "That's all right," declared Bob, ch< fully. "Father and I will stand for We're pretty keen about Betty and?si guuig iu xia.\ ts cvci y niiug nuts wcmw. remember, if she shows up here, wt she's apt to do, not a word about t Miss Thompson." "I'll remember," answered Betty, v a deeper meaning than her corapar suspected. Then there was silence again, bro! only by the clicking of the machine. "It's odd about Betty," Bob went half to himself. "I haven't seen her si she was a little tot about eleven, i was sailing for Europe." Betty faced him with brightening ei "Really? You haven't seen her si then?" He shook his head. "The last I saw Betty was a little figure in a gray uls and a Tarn o' Shanter, waving an Ami can flag to me from the deck of a steamer that was getting smaller ev minute, while the lump in my throat t getting bigger." The agitated girl bent closer over keyboard to hide her mantling co while Bob continued, all unconscious the effect he was producing. "That \ twelve years ago. Betty must be twer three?think of that!" "Do you.think you'd know her if : saw her now?" "Know her? Know Betty!" he excla ed. "Of course I'd know her. I'd kn her anywhere." "Is she?er?pretty?" Bob thought a moment, stroking chin wisely. "Um - er ? well, no, j couldn't call Betty pretty. Sort of lan long-legged girl, with freckles, but had an air about her even at eleven. 1 110 use for these magazine-cover sire anyway." "Does she?does she ever write to yoi He settled himself on the arm of easy chair. "We used to write, but awintiiea. 1 naven t neara rrom Betty a long time. You see, I've been hustl in New York, and?she's been study singing in Paris. She thinks she has voice, poor child!" Betty smiled and bit her lip. "I don't know why I'm telling you tl It can't interest you much," he said. "Oh, but it does," she insisted- "I 1 to know about the people I am to m< I suppose Miss Thompson will visit her "She's sure to some time, but you ne can tell when. These singing people . all more or less crazy." "Yes? I should think you'd write i tell her you're here. That would sur bring her." "Ah! You're teasing now. but?by Je that isn't a bad idea! I believe I \ l write to her." "Shall I take it down for you?" S looked at him quite seriously and tl put a fresh sheet In the machine as awaiting his dictation. "What? On the typewriter? W1 would Betty think?" "That depends. Do you owe her a 1 ter?" "Owe her? It's the other way arou: She owes me a whole bunch of letters "Well, then, I should think " she 1 gan. but Bob interrupted with a burst laughter. "Ha, ha, ha! I'll do it. be very stiff and formal. It will puz her, anyway, but?have you time?" "Yes, Mr. Baxter," she said, with < ceeding amiability. "I am ready." Thus it came about that Betty's fi duty as private secretary was to tt down a letter to her own sweet self fr a man who seemed to like Betty Thon son, not only as ho remembered 1 eleven years ago, but as he saw her n without knowing it. which struck the f secretary as decidedly amusing. "My dearest Betty " Bob began, tl strode about the room in search of f ther Inspiration. "Have you got that? "My dearest Betty," repeated M Thompson. "That doesn't sound verv stiff and for al, does it?" laughed Boo: "You w a minute. Now then." And he went with suppressed merriment. " 'What the world has become of you? I wo! have written oftener only I've been hi x 1? ? a that T horan't 1 ing" SUCH <1 IIVCI v muc moil a tiM? vi> t a a moment.' That'll make her sit l eh?" "Perhaps." answered Betty, demure as she clicked off the words. " 'f met a dveam of a girl In N York." " he continued, " 'a brunette, a another on the steamer, a blonde?tl makes two dreams ? but they were either of them in your class. Bet dear?' " Bob smiled complacent "How's that, Miss Thompson?" "Is it true?" asked Betty. "About not being in her class? W ' I should say so. She's the finest, gam; , bulliest little sport you ever saw. Co to think of it, I don't believe I'll tell 1 about those other two girls I met. Whs the use?" "Do you think she would care?" "Maybe not. b'-t it sounds a little fr< and I wouldn't hurt Betty'* feelings v '% il ?\ HALLOl I PARTY SL1 y a I Rpvvitrllltlo- ci-nroc >ce. i & "V 'vo v.;? one! are "DIFFERENT" from th thej where?designed and made u\ ' We are prepared to furni stty| TY-TWO DIFFERENT SH lCt-j sides the many colors that a she We DYE Evening Slippe ely een ion; O1*"*"* out j Finest $5 Grade ? ged I Party Slip- d* O ^ A | pers at iBO.OU I >r's. _, , odd Black and White Satin Co lng lonials, with beaded buckles. A \ Exquisite Satin Pumps, in a ? rjri. f dozen colors, trimmed with ? ? beautiful beaded pompons, with 1 avs I Louis Xv heels- i nan I Black Velvet and Satin Co- i -he * lonials, with Cuban heels and on A large gilt buckles. le S 111 * t 1 . ? T T ? ook u i live ? id." ||j ? her ( or Kid' een ght ?er- ^tZZ^ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ^Z ? "TRl-WEAR" iich hls' Shoes for "Mr. nth lion Good-Dresser!" i: $3.50 & $4.00 nee She Are the greatest values in the shoe res. world at those prices. 30 years of nee unparalleled satisfaction to thou' of sands of Washington men PROVES ' THAT! Made of all the best sorts of Tan, ery vas Black and Patent Leathers. In oror CO of the newest and most the jor distinguished styles. _ OL ' tty iow hl! I / -* RELIABLE SHOTHnrq rou ky, ^ she :'ve ns, ,., the world. We'll cut the letter out. Miss Thompson, I'll write one by hand." It "Very well," obeyed the other, and jn drawing the sheet from the machine, she jng crumpled it up and threw it. into the ing waste basket. 3 a "It's funny how that letter brings her back to me," mused Bob. "What a loyal little sport she was! Always getting lis. herself into scrapes to help other people out of them! And generous! Why, she'd ike give you her last dollar! She'd give you ;et. the coat off her back; j-es, she would, e?" Miss Thompson." ver "She must be a perfect angel," smiled are the girl. "Not she. She's got a temper all right, ind I wouldn't give a hang for a girl who ely hadn't a bit of temper. We used to have regular tights. Ha. ha. ha! I remember ive, when we broke father's glasses in one of vill our scuffles. I did it, but Betty took the blame, or she tried to. Dad gave me an She awful scolding and made me spend $3 of ten my money for a new pair. Three dollars If is a lot for a little fellow; It was all I had in the world, and Betty was so sorry liat for me that?what do you suppose that little monkey did?" let- "What?" questioned the secretary, and there was a quiver in her voice, ud. "She had no money of her own?Betty ." never had any money?so she took her be- new club skates and her bicycle, mind of 'you?she just loved that bicycle?and she I'll sold 'em both to a boy named Cohen for zie $3." An indignant look flashed in Betty's sx- eyes. "Sammy Cohen! Little Shylock!" Bob looked at her sharply. "How did rst you know his name was Sammy?" _ i. 11 /^.l, 1?? me "vvny?aian t you say oaxixniy ^unen: t om she answered, in confusion, ip- "Did I? Well, anyway, Betty stuffed tier that |3 into my savings bank because ow she knew I wouldn't take it. Can you air beat that?" At this moment their conversation was ten Interrupted by the entrance of Parker, ur- the butler, who came to say, with mysterious nods and a grim tightening of Iss the lips, that Mr. Fitz-Brown and the countess had got in trouble with the car m- at the foot of the hill and that Anton ait had gone to their assistance. Whereupon on, Bob Baxter* hurried off to see what was in the matter and Parker hurried after him, i uld if Parker could ever be said to hurry, iv- Betty was glad to be alone, and for lad some minutes she sat thinking?thinking up, ?while a perplexed smile played about her sweet mouth and a new gladness >ly, shone in her eyes, a gladness that kept coming back and would not be denied, ew try as she would to frown it away. There ind were difficulties and sorrows attending ! lat Miss Elizabeth Thompson, but one great < n't cheering fact rose above them and made 1 ty, life seem worth living after all?the eter- i :ly. nally blessed fact that, when youth hears I the call of love, then nothing else in the < world matters very much. She rose sud- j ell, denly from her chair, and, searching ; ] st, eagerly in the waste basket, drew forth < me a crumpled sheet and, smoothing it out, i ler razed at It with auickening pulses. i it's "My dearest Betty," she murmured, i and her lovely face was radiant with a great happiness. "My dearest Betty! ?sh My dearest Betty!" She spoke the words i for softly, over and over again. And, yield- i PPERS. |K\M of them?styles thar \ \vj ose you'll see else- j \ 1 ? 3 exclusively for us. 1 -Vfw sh them in SEVEXADES?because, beve carry in stock? rs to Match Any Gown! <? ?< T ' | Regular $3.50 Grade ? ? t Party Slip- FA ! f ] pers at 2 j 1 Handsome Satin Pump? in any | ? wanted shade?with covered Cu- 1 f ban heels, and trimmed with X ? large chiffon pompons or rhine- f ? stone buckles. J 2 Black Velvet Pumps. ? i f Black or White Satin Pumps, i | f with very low (one inch) heels? i ? ? for misses. i 4 7tii , t ,,,,,,,,, t ,5 |>, tiufacturers' Surplus Sale men's $3.50, $4 & $5 Bot e late arrival of fall weather produced an e women have already profited by. to big manufacturers had too many shoes e to buy 1.S00 pairs at much under prevailin The Shoes in This $2.' strikingly up-to-date styles of band-sewed welt, well iyles in TAX CALF?i styles in BLACK CALF?6 sty Black Gun Metal Calf and Patent Oolt Boots have | Tops. All Sizes and Widths on Sale. Again This Week at HAI /7/Sih 0 COR. 7T? ?O K. STS. gi 1914-1316 PA. AVE. 233 PA. AVE. 5.E. lng to the cry of her heart, she pressed am the precious paper to her lips, then kn. proudly, joyously thrust it into her th? bosom. coi for CHAPTER Vni. A Face in the Glass. _ _ . Br Shortly before 1 o'eloek the chiming sor gong for luncheon resounded pleasantly get through the big house, and Mrs. Baxter, Pal with thoughtful consideration, came to ? the library for Betty, who, owing to her secluded dinner the evening before, and gjn her breakfast in bed, had r.ot yet met the cor relatives. du< "Don't you think, my dear," began Ilg tfre Eleanor, "that we had better stop this trj, foolishness before it goes any farther? em Really, now?" pro "It's not foolishness, it's verv far from ^ 111 foolishness," declared the girl. "You jn promised to respect my wishes. Mrs. Bax- g ter." Her eyes were so serious that the not other yielded forthwith, and. leading the ute way to the dining room, presented Mr. Baxter's new secretary. Miss Thompson, yoi to the assembled guests; and. suddenly, of by their indifferent civility. Betty real- h*! ized how, bv a word, she had reduced ' gin her importance in the world of Ipping House to about that of a nursery gov- ma erness. ] Very much on her dignity, the new sec- son retary began her meal, seated between Harriet Merle and Lionel Fitz-Brown and r' directly opposite the Countess Clenden- gjv< nin, whom she studied with alert femi- he nine interest, partly because Kate was B obviously a pretty woman of the dash- s.on ing. showy kind that all other women tne regard as natural enemies (especially if to I they happen to be widows under thirtyi. and chiefly because the countess had Bob Prl( Baxter on her right and seemed disposed to make the most of this proximity. She "T'1* isn't losing any time." thought Betty, ent giving Lionel the "listening look," while she noted the breezy unconcern of Kate t>r" Clendennin's attack. "She'll be calling Hoi him "old top* in another minute." she 8t?r said to herself, and as Kate, in the next tal breath, actually did say "my dear boy," A Betty laughed aloud, causing Lionel to for beam with the happy consciousness of ha* having scored a hit. lect Some deprecating references to a Hoi- "Th landaise sauce served with the turbot Rev drew from E.eanor an apology for the nex inefficiency of a new cook. There was bea trouble in the kitchen, she explained, ow- "'j Ing to the fact that Mr. Baxter had dis- "I charged the housekeeper, Mrs. Edge. This it's was the first thing he had done the in 1 previous evening. He thought Mrs. Edge he j extravagant., and no doubt she was, and. B* of course, Mr. Baxter must do as he to v thought best, but it did seem a pity to "I upset the household. nail This indication of Hiram's attitude to- Rev ward extravagance cast a momentary out gloom over the company, which was dis- haw lipated by the countess, who pointed out J xr-? 4 The $2.50 Kinds - ~ Party Slip- d* 1 QP ! B pers at tj; I ?c/U I Q Black. White, Pink or Blue M Satin Pumps and Instep-strap * Lj Pumps, trimmed with satin bows or chiffon pompons; r?v- ? 3 ered Cuban heels. * tfl Black Kid and Patent Leather ^ R 1 or 2 Strap, Instep-strap i Pumps, with plain or headed n fronts. f H >tsat -$2.95 1 opportunity that many wide 5 on hand?so they gave us a ; ; g market prices. 95 Sale Are: I made and fully Ruarant.od Button fej >s in PATENT TOI.T. * -ray whipcord and Black Velvet Calf r * $2.95 1 -^^==1 9 . I I "Black Raven" I en's Shoes That \ ave You a FA ' * >llar" S uying DIRECT from the makers, *'* idling: the entire output of 2 big ll tories and with economical sell- j .' ? methods and close profits laves You That Dollar! p BLACK RAVEN"" Shoes are here in 3 swell styles?extreme as well as con- 1 rvatlve shapes?QFALJTIES that chal- fl age comparison at $2.50. IN't? FOOT BALL VOTING CONTEST. ite for your favorite HIGH SCHOOL 9 "PENT. Winer Ma free trip to ^E-HARVARD FOOT BALL GAME. Votes for 9 School "bis Coupon void after November 2. iZJ lusinglv, and with surprising? ruliriai v owledge, exactly what was wrong w i* i i Hcllandaise. and added that thi- la jnt, her husband, had been an inval d years before his death, during; whi< i le Kate hud personally seen to the ^paration of his meals. I say. Miss Thompson," chuckled Fitzown, in a whisper, "she, probably no ted the old boy. Kit, what?" Ths tial fancy threw the gentleman into t roxysm of suppressed laughter. Jetty turned to scrutinize her neigh , and the sight of Ids jolly, wholetie countenance, as he put forth tins gular suggestion, brought her ba^k ? nplete good humor. England has pr> :ed various types of great men, great hters on land and sea. great writers, at orators, and so have other eou; ?s. but England lias undisputed pr? inence in one variety of inasculino >duct, that is the amiable, monooled. v-haw, dear old chap, well meaning, y ass creation that blooms extensively London clubs and drawing rooms, ueh wa> Lionel Fitz-Brown, who had . been at Betty's side for five mins before he had given her detailed in mation as to his dear old uncle 'n pe.r Tooting, who had the title, con't t know, that would come to hut' one these days if something would on! * jpen to his cousin in Wormwood ubs, who stood between and was <ii>ttingly healthy. Can't you get him to go in for flying chines?" suggested P< tty. mirth;tl!- . I say! That s an id. a. ItlM I' ," exclaimed Lionel, readjusting bis glass. "By Jove, that's an idea' tat an awfully jolly tiling if I could one of those airmen or bird men e my uncle a few lessons!" And <o:a-ii burst into roars of laughter etty's attention was now drawn te remarks of Harriet Merle touchii X Progressive Mothers bazaar that wni be opened this afternoon in St Time's parish house Harriet dwelt with le on the fact that her husband, the r. Horatio, was to deliver the address s Rev. Horatio, she said, was at n;e>resting in his room in preparation tor oratorical flights, and Harriet would ig him up a licht luncheon on a traw atio found it necessary to be very ahnlous at these periods of intense m?nconcentration. t which Lionel again exploded soft'? Betty's particular benefit. "Haw. ir. haw! I'll tell you about this intelual concentration." he confided, tere s a Jolly good reason why tlie Horatio isn't sittin' in that chu r t to the countess, puttin' down th a stly sauce and all the rest of it." rell me." laughed Betty, ier.d over so she can't hear Now! because she jolly well locks Horatio lis room and leaves him there until ;ets his work done." stty's eyes danced. "Doesn't, he like vork?" she whispered. *ike to work! Why. Mrs. Horatio ed up the blinds yesterday in the . Horatio s room t>o lie couldn t < lim'? through the window.'. Haw. haw. ! Intense intellectual cat!" (To bo continued tomorrow.)