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F Learning Astronomy from the Moon. LOOK at the half moon just after sundown to-night and you will perceive that a line drawn through the middle of its convex side points to the sun. Look again when the moon has begun to decline toward the west, and you will see that it has tipped to the right, so that the same line slopes downward, still pointing to the sun. This Bay in History. JH1S is the anniversary of the death in 1702 of William III., King of England and Prince of Orange. A great general and a wise statesman, he never won a famous battle, yet defeated his enemies. Weakly all his life, his indefatigable will sustained him in his arduous career. Ti aerMclude . I 0 ' - ' The Made Over Suit By Rita Stuyvesant. ARE you unhappy because you have to -wear last year's suit again when it seems so hope lessly full and out of date? Do you feel dowdy and passe when you come out Into the warm sprint: sun shine and fresh green grass and "rub elbows" with smart, well dressed women? If you do you are not getting' the full hundred per cent value from your clothes, and it is time you made them do better service for you by remodeling them at once. But so many women exclaim, "It is impossible to make over a suit at home!" Have you ever thought of changing your out-of-date suit into a smart spring frock, featuring fashion's newest fancies? A blue serge suit that started out by being old-fashioned was caught in time to change it to a street dress In the prevailing style. First the lining was removed from the coat. There was a flare pcplura that reached almost to the knees. This was cut open for about six inches both front and back, leaving only two short "tunics" to cover the hips. Five rows of black silk soutache braid on the bottom gave a new. note. To lighten, the cloth dress, you may add a "tucker" of white or gandie or georgette crepe. It is ad visable to remove the cloth collar from your suit and recut the neck In front where the buttonholes show. The dainty collar from the tucker is felchingly becoming in crisp organdie. Unless a skirt is cut circular, it is quite a simple matter to reduce It to the slim silhouette. About a yard and a half at the bottom is the accepted width for the newest skirt. To lengthen the skirt, "let out" the hem and face it. Black silk sou tache braid will readily cover any .mark left from stitching- or worn edges, and will be quite in keeping with the trimming on the blouse. One of the most interesting "made-over" suits that I have seen In & long time was recently worn by a young war bride. By exerclr Ing her Ingenuity this woman hail transformed a tan Eton suit from two years ago to a smart spring suit. Tan silk tricolette was combine! with the serge most successfully. It was used as a show flare peplum to lengthen the coat. This peplum was cut in one, with a front and back section and roll collar. Novelty Drown buttons finished the front. The two-tone effect was also car ried out In the skirt. The circular skirt from several seasons past was ripped and the flaring- sides, top and bottom, were trimmed off. leaving a broad, straight band. Use this foe the lower section, lapping it on the upper section of tricolette by a deep tuck. Variations of this skirt may be made by cutting side extensions reaching tip toward the waist line. Although your old suit may seem useless, there arc generally possibilities in it If you will re model it. Whether you change it Into one of those smart one-piece dresses that are invariably har oingers of springtime styles, or recut it along newer lines, you can make it a credit to your wardrobe. Puss in Boots Jr. By David Cory. AS Puss Junior and Tom Thumb entered a small village in Mother Goose Land ihey. heard a great noise. Such a shout ing and waving of sticks! And alt of a sudden from a small tailor shop twenty-four little tailors ran into the street. "What's the matter?" Puss Junior asked a small boy. "The tailors are trying to kill a big Snail that creeps into their j-hop every night." he replied. And just then a big policeman came by and pushed his way into the crowd. "What's all this noise about?" ho demanded, swinging- his stick up down. And then a woman popped her head out of a window and said: Tour and twenty tailors Went out to kill a Snail; The best man amongst them Durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns Like a little Keyloe cow; Run. tallorsj run. Or she'll kill you all just now.' And even before she flnishr-d speaking, the four and twenty tailors ran away as fast as thc7 could from the fiery little Snail. But, oh, dear me! As Puss Junior was laughing at the funny sight, the Snail turned around and rushed at Tom Thumb. Poor little Tom drew his swor, which was about the size of a pen knife, and bravely defended himself. And I guess everyone thought he was quite a hero after seeing the four and twenty tailors run away. Bli the Snail had on a heavy coat of armor, and Tom could not force his weapon through it. He wa3 getting much the worst of it, when Puss ran up and with one blow sent the Snail spinning away. And after that the Snail didn't come back to fight any more, but lay almost still, except for a wiggle cr two from its legs and a feeble wav ing of its horns. "Did you get hurt?" asked Puss anxiously. "No. not much," replied Tom Thumb. "The Snail bunted m pretty bard two or three times with ts horns, but that only took the breath out of me." "Let's go out of town." said Tom. picking up Tom Thumb and placing him on his shoulder. There's such a crowd, and who wants to wait for those cowardly tailors to return." So he and Tom Thumb resumed their journey of adventure, and In the next story you shall hear what happened after that. Copyright. 1919, David Cory. tT Be Continued.) The Ultimate Consumer A CERTAIN clumsy, Martian, Zm iaber's hands in Germany. It was meant for an officer's close-- clipped, block-shaped head, to sit squarely on the top of it and shadow his hard-worked, fat-shrouded blue eye6. it had a spread eagle screaming above it, a gird is above the visor of linked metal like the scales of a snake, a ponderous button over each ear and a cut-out place for that same ear to fit into. It had a shiny, glittering black visor. On Its flattened apex a spike as heavy and as clumsy as German Art, a spike like the gilded, blunted arrow-head a flag is topped with, a fearsome spike. Jutted. It was "colossal," as the Boche says. It bad a varied career on. the top of a Prussian's head. And at last it saw St. The Man THE GREATEST By GUY DE TERAMOND. BynopaU of Preceding Chapters. Lucicn Delonne presents letters ot Introduction to ilme. Armelln and reg i iters at her boarding bouse. He makes tho acquaintance of lira. Tank ery. rich American widow, and a Guatemalan central. Domlnso 1 Lopez. lira. Tankery, about sixty, carries about with her a fortune In Jewels, lira. Tankery Is found dead in her room murdered. After an investlgs tlon Delorme's is suspected. Later De lorme's Is released. The Baron l'lucke meets Delorme and reveals details of transaction hs Intends to carry out. Meanwhile, the fame ot the rare Jewels of the Comte D'Abazoli-Vtscosa excites considerable comment through out Paris, and a clever organization of thieves, the "A" Band, plots to cot them. They lease an adjoining apart ment. Delorme comes to see the Jewels, -which have been offered as security for a loan, and to the surprise of the comte and his associates announces to them that the safe supposed to con tain them is empty. The "A" band de cide to force an entrance to the safe. Accomplishing their purpose, they find the vault empty of Jewels. Delorme is seized while at the comte's apartment and left to die In the Jesrel safe. To avert suspicion his clothing is piled on the Qua! Javel. Baron Pluclte. financier, seeks aid of Delormo in solving murder of a rela tive, the circumstances of which are almost identical with the Tankery tragedy. The Maharajah of Poud hukurrah sends an agent to Baron Pluclte seeking to borrow J15 000,000 on the royal Jewels. Burglars break the safe and are seized with terror when Delorme springs out. Luclen falls In love with Georgette, one of the assassins, and has another miraculous escape from death. . "Don't worry, detective service!" he exclaimed in a low tone, "I shall not cry it on the housetops! Come, now," he added, "an A and an F interlaced good murder in the Avenue d'Antin yes! Baron riuckc-Strohc at the request of Baron Plucke-Strohe's heir I don't remember that," he inter rupted himself, "but I'll speak of it to Augustus that fel low haa a wonderful memory." He quickened his pace, in a hurry to return home. "I don't know why this diamond keeps running so in my head." On reaching his room he rum maged in a drawer and took out a magnifying glass, aurh- as watch makers put in their eyes to examine elaborated helmet letf. the last pol- With the X-Ray Eye MYSTERY STORY YOU HAVE EVER READ the movement of watches. Then he looked at the stone in tently a moment and, suddenly, cried out: "Well. I declarer He had just discovered on the lower facet of Comte d'Abozoli Viscosa's diamond the two inter laced letters mentioned in the cir cular. A thunderbolt falling at his feet would not hav- caused him more .amazement. "I had a .suppiion of it." he mut tered to himself. "It is he, and he alone who committl the murder in the Avenue d'Antin l knew that under tho exterior of a fashionable society man he was capable of any thing," he added, ix.t without se cret admiration. Then he interrupts himself. "I rhall not denounce him to tho police, most eertainU Those things arc not done armrig colleagues, only now I have him- j don't Know whether, in offering t. repurchase his ring, he intended to play mo a trick of his own. but he must be have himself and " h. added, rub bing his hand go. fully, "behave himself lie shall" Then. lookinj; at the diamond winch in a sunb.-am falling on the mantelpiece where In- had put it, was glittering with "all the hues of a rainbow, he continued: "Meanwhile, here i.s an extremely dangerous gem. if it should over be found in inv hands there would be trouble. What am I going to do with it! Trust it to Antoine or Augustus? Equally dangerous corn zinatlbn! Put it in a safe in the Bank of France? t.i do that one would need to hav one besides, there's the ri.sk of having some inquisitive per?.on go to see it. Let us find J-ornething better!" He went to the window and ex amined it a moment. The little strips of wood separating the panes were worm-eaten and almost all the putty had fallen out. So he slipped a knife blade un der the one at the. right, and, with a" trifling pressure, made It spring out. Then, in an instant, he made with a gimlet a little hole in which ho placed, the diamond without difficulty and restored the beading to Its place, fastening it with a little strong glue. T probably couldn't have stuffed Mihicl and had its first sight of the clean, eager, dust-tan Doughboy of tneae United States, and that one of them in particular who made a violent and interesting change in its career. He gripped it by Its convenient handle on top and skinned it away from its owner, from the Race, the feelings, the method of thought, the .rounds, the arrogant atmosphere that it had swaggered its short life in. What do you think a German helmet that had spent its life above the thoughts of a Prussian be thinking while it thumped up and down in a U. S. Doughboy's kit? What would it be thinking while it crossed the rising, falling mid Atlantic with no German submarines left in it to the boudoir-table of an American girl, to be held in her soft, enemy hands, turned over and over, crowed over, and lifted at last and fitted down over her golden a pfarl necklace in there.' he mur mured, laughing. "But it's an ex cellent hiding plce for a diamond. Never would anone .searrhing this room have an idea of going to look there, and unless a glazier " But he had already taken his hat, and was going rapidly down stairs. He soon reached the Kue des Dames and. passing in front of a plain house, raised ills head and looked at the third story. "There is a pot of llowe.rs on the window sill." he said in a low tone: "Augustus is at home!" Without stopping, he whistled shr'lly twice through his lingers, after tho fashion of Parisian roist erers. At the corner of the Avenue dc Clirhy he turned back an instant and glanced at the house before which he had whistled. The pot of flowers had disap peared. So Ins signal had been heard and answered. Then lie went up the Rue Jae nucmont, where he whistled In the same waj ; a pot of flowers on a window iill of an entresol also in stantly disappeared. "He'., notified, too." he murmured in a tone of satisfaction, ."the 'A' band will be complete!" Pifteen minutes later Augustus and Anatolc met in the little cafe on the Boulevard t'llchy. where they had already been a few days before, on the evening Anatole had landed from Kngland. Barely a few instants had pass ed when a third person, who was extremely stout, entered the cafe which, at this hour, was empty, sat down at a table near them and be gan to read the illustrated papers intently. He did not appear to know ills neighbors, but he did not lose a word of their conversation, bending his head forward, from lime to time, as if In approval. It was Antoine. CHAPTER XVII. Face to Face. It was 7 o'clock when, on that day, Comte d'AbazolI-Vlscosa re turned from his club. Going to Itis office, he called Nam. "Well." asked tho latter famil 9 ' iarity, "has the baccarat been more favorable today?" "No. There are times wjien ill luck seems to be implacably against you. Whatever card is needed, one gets the opposite; if it's a low card, one gets a high one. if a high one. a low comes; if one has eight In his hartds, the banker throws nine. You sec. when favorable, it Is decidedly stupid to nlay." He laid on his desk two gold chains, a pockctbook, and a silver purse. "Meager fcpoils!" Then he said: "Lay out my dress coat, and my white cravat. I'm going to treat little Montcerf at the cabaret. It seems that this chap" has an old aunt in the provinces, a rich woman who lives almost alone in a lonely chateau, and whose senile mania Is to pile gold coins In her cellars. I should like to have sonic additional infor mation, and there's nothing like a good Burgundy wine to unloose the tongue." "Yes." Nam answered In a low tone, "that mig'it become interesting: I've always told you that old families were full of resources!" "Por." the comti-:tdded. "it is still too soon to take up the affair ot the Maharajah's jewels, though we are rid of that disturber who you are very sure. Nam. that jou didn't miss him this time?" The Hindoo began to laugh: "I saw the carriage that took him away for the autopsy; and be sides " He rummaged in his pocket and. taking out a newspaper, read: "News In three lines: A man named Lucicn Delorme. was found assassinated yesterday morning in the Hotel des Nouvclles-Hebrldes. Inquest." He went on: "While waiting until we can slate officially that we have re gained possession of the famous treasure, vou might perhaps pay a little frfendly call on Baron l'lucke and sound his Intentions." Suddenly the telephone boll be san to ring furiously. The comte unhooked one receiver and held out the other to the Hin doo, signing to him to prepare to answer. "Hello," said, a voice, "Is this fomte d'Abazoli-Viacosa's resi dence?" "Yes. sir." "la he at home?" "I don't know, sir. I will see. Who Is speaking, pleago?" ITO HP. CONTINUED TOMORROW.) By Ccpjrijbt. curls while her eyes laughed victoriously out from under its Inrincl ble (?) visor? The American Boy put his fist in with the Frenchman, the Britisher, the Italian. The American boy destroyed the German at Chateau Thierry and St. MihieL. He risked his life and brought A German offi cer's helmet out of the blood and mud. He went on smiling and sent "the trifle" to his sweetheart back home! She wears it in play down loose over her shining hair. The picture of her is a symbolical flgura of Germany's defeat. She traces "finis" with a proud and; dainty finger in the air! It looks as if the American boy casually licked the Boche simply and solely to get his "girl" a souvenir, and found it a simple matter. So passes the bugaboo of the "frightful" war-bonnet .f th NELL BRINKLET. Advice to the Lovelorn BY BEATRICE FAIRFAX. The Grasping Girl. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX. I have been going about with a girl for about four month. I love her dearly, but I am not suro my loe is returned. I t?.ke her continually to thi; theaters, and she accepts it as a matter of course. I am spending more money than I can afford. I have talked with thf girl about it. but. as I said before, she expects it. It has gotten me into numerous quarrels with my parent. Please advise me whether I should drop her friendship, or if there js any other way of continuing It. DOUBTFUL. Your young lady sounds very grasping and selfish to me. In fact, she recalls the "dauhter of tho horse leech" mentioned in the Bible, who cried continually, "Give, give." I should have a plain talk with her and tell her that further extrava gance on your part is entirely out of the question. And if she persists in her demands I'd drop her. You don't want a friend who la plainly working you for a good time. She No Longer Writes. PEAK MISS FAIRFAX: While on my vacation last summer I met a girl and fell deeply in low with her. and she returned my love. When wo rnt back to the city we met nearly -very day and wont for a walk and sometimes we -would go to tho theater. If I couldn't see her for .i few days I would write, and she al ways answered as soon as possible Now for a few months I have written to hT nearly every week without re ceiving an answer The thing that puxzlea me is that she often told me how much she loved me. and now she doesn't seem to care to write. ANTHONY. It would seem, my dear Anthony, as if you had lost the affection of this young lady, but girls are so queer, specially when they aro in love, that a little explanation may be worth seeking. Write !u r si dig nified and self-respecting letter and ask why she is no longer friendly with you. I'erhaps there, is some little unimportant thing that is keeping you estranged. Seventeen and Thirty eight. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: What Is your opinion of a young girl of seventeen who runs away and marrioH a. widower of thlrly-rlght. who has six children, the youngest throe ami tho oldest sixteen? Do you suppose they will evrr get along? She's inclined to be gidd. but says una NELL BRINKLEY 1919, Inttnutloaal restart Serrict, XM. loves him. He saya he loves her though she knows nothing of the world, while he knows everything. Her parents tried to. have the marriage annulled, but did not as she was Inclined to be wayward. Sometimes he has work and sometimes he has not. I am won- dering how It is going to turn out. 1 TV-IT As long as the girl has made this marriage, there is nothing to do but to give her all the help and encouragement In one's power to make it a success. And this cannot be accomplished by criticism. Per haps the experlene of marrying a widower with six children may have a settling effect. Very ofen this is the case. Doesn't Come Any More. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am eighteen and have been going about with a young man two months steadily. Recently he called me up and told me he is not coming any more, giving mo no reason for this. Since then I have felt blue and lonely and tried to forget him, but I could not. as I used to enjoy his company very much. 1 would appreciate any ad vice from you as to what would bo the proper way to regain his friendship. HOPE. There is really nothing to do about it when a young man de liberately acts this way but ac cept the situation and make the' best of it. You must see that he is quite unworthy of your love in pursuing this course and making no explanation. I should go about and enjoy myself and try to forget him. Marrying For a Home. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: As a reader of your column. I should greatly appreciate your advice on. the following subject. I am a widow and have a child of one year. I have also a small sum which will last me a few years. Should I marry a man who knows I can only respect but never Inv him. or shall I work to support my child? l. G. To niary for a home and support always seems to me the ery last recourse for a woman. "Why not try to suppur your child? Who known? Perhaps in the business world you may meet someone whom you can really lova and wish to marry. I hope. If you decide to go to work, that you have some entlre'y trust worthy person with whom to leave your child while you are away dur ing the day. When a Girl ' Marries By Ann Lisle. CHAPTER XCIV. Copyright, 1010, King Features Syndicate. Inc. WHEN I reached home from the visit to our Canteen Lieutenant, the doorman greeted me with an enormous hat-box-like affair. On its cover was the name of one of the smartest florists. Still aflame with the good will enkindled by doing: Carlotta Sturges & good turn. I bore the box up to my little home. Suppose It were from Jim. This time I'd revel In his extravagance. It would burn down the barrier of coldness I had set up between us. It's against my principles to cat string, but it was beyond my power to stop to untie these knots. So I fairly hurled open the box. There ' in a deep bowl of Blue luster was a mass of exquisite lilies of the valley, and in the midst of their white coolnes were three crimson roses. Under them a flat parcel. Before I opened that, I ran to fill the blue bowl with, water Then I set it on the black and gold cover flung across one end. of the refectory table. Atlp-toe with excitement. I ran to open the parcel. A white en velope fell out. I hardly knew which to examine first. But after a second I decided on the package. What could Jim be sending me? I unfastened the heavy white paper and there lay the blue robe. Tom Alason had dared to send it back. Now all my life when I got angry, I had turned cold. Always I had stiffened to a sort of icy stillness sarcastic and most Aggravating I've been told to all violently angry- persons who take my repres sion for calmness. But now I became white hot. I was dizzy with rage and iick with hate, burning-, flaming' hate. I seized that vase of blue luster from the table and hurled it to the stone fireplace. It dashed to pieces and in there a trickling oozlag stream of water and broken pottery. lay pallor-stricken white lilies and angry red roses. For a moment I stared at them, heaving, raging, ready to go and wreak more vengeance on them. The next instant I became cold with bitter shame. Those little, flowers. It was if I'd struck baby hands. Penitently. I crossed to the fire place and picked the bruised flowers one at a time from the rum around them. I found a box, filled it with lamp tissue paper and packed the lowers safely in it. Then I fetched broom and dustpan and. cleaned the hearth my temper bad defiled. Presently I was hatted and coated again and on my way to a tangle of dark and twisted streets in the poor district. There was a church there a little mission chiurch. I was at peace when I returned home. Very calmly I took the blue robe, folded it and laid it hack in the chest. As calmly I opened Tom Mason's note, and read his little message: "Forgive. The flower? fay it for me. And try to believe that I am a .better man for "knowing you. When you need a friend, won't you come to me? T. M." I had to believe he meant it. No woman brings doubt with her from a shrine. By the time Jim came home I was dressed in a new frock of the lilac shade he loves so well and his dress clothes were laid out and his bath waiting. I wasn't trembling and palpitating with Iovo athirst for his kiss. But I wa3 warmed and comforted by the joy of service. I wonder if that's the true meaning of marriage, after all? Nothing was said of recoil t events. Jim didn't have to go to his collar box. snee I had put the j-luds and links and collar buttons in his linen, so for the time b'eing he didn't re alize that I had returned his $10 bill. Almost timidly. Jim came over to me. I laid my hands in his and he kissed them first one, then the other. But he din't take my lips. I think I was half disappointed, half relieved. N "Wonder-girl!" he cried. "You're the most beautiful thing in the world. But not a little lilac-princess tonight. ' Anne a queen in stead. By Jove, you've something of the stately, womanly look of our beautiful Betty. A queen!" he ended, slowly staring at me with puzzled eyes as he dropped my hands and limped into the bed room. I wonder if Betty's look of state ly reserve came to her through pain I wonder if her dead hus band caused that pain. After a minute, Jim came out again flourishing his pleated shirt in his hands. He was grinning boyishly. He seemed like himself again. "Wonder-girl." he repeated. "If you didn't pick out this nice. soft, ruffly shirt instead of dooming me to a stiff-bosomed horror. And when I think of the bachelor days 'of selecting shirts and ramming in studs. I could dance. Ready in a jiff. Anne. "Oh. by the way, Norreys is go ing to be there. Funny thing he and Jeanle met out West last year, when he was resting up from his wound. They must have had a tiff or something, or they drifted apart. It's all right now though. Jeanie 'phoned and invited him to dinner and he5s coming." A strange feeling of joy came over me. I experienced an unac countable sensation of peace and happiness at the thought -of seeing Anthony Norreys again. To Be Continued. Physician, Cure Thyself! Some time ago a lecture was de livered in a small town in Scotland on menemonics. When the audi ence had dispersed and the lecturer had driven off to his hotel, the hall keeper brought to a member of the committee an umbrella that some one had left in the ante room The committeeman looked at the name on It. It was that of the lecturer! , H -"- "51 ) 5 .! .;! sl