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. WASHINGTON, D. C., SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 27, .1912.
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ip| Big Building is our record qf
j$l achievement in six short
j?l vears."
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Tailored-to-0
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| 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
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Only $5 Dowi
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Remember, only $80.1
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show you\ pjcnty 0f ian<i for j
this for a \ ^ Price, $3,30
home and own terms. N
an in vestment.\ ment required
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Sales Manager, VBeu; ^
Warden Building, Y?X$:
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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.
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Is knozvn to thousands
j dressed in en "echo have I eat
orny?that it is not necessi
prices to get the best tailo1
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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
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Worth $25 J
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0 s $2851
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r home be without a Piano. H j?;
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present car line; / ci
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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
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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 <
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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.^ '
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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
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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*
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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?
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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
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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.
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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.)