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The Daughter of David Kerr
By HARRY KING TOOTLE Illustrations by Ray Walters SYNOPSIS. Gloria Kerr, a motherles girl. who has Spent most of her life In school, arrives at her father's heme in Belmont. David Kerr |s the political boss of the town, and Is anxious to prevent his daughter learning of his real character. Kendall, repesenting the Chicago packers, is ne gotiating with Judge Gilbert, Kerr’s chief adviser, for a valuable franchise. They fear the opposition of Joe Wright, editor of the reform paper. Kerr asks the as sistance of Judge Gilbert in introducing Gloria to Belmont society, and promises to help him put through the packers' franchise and let him have all the graft. Gloria meets Joe Wright at the Gilberts. It appears they are on Intimate terms, having met previously In a touring party In Europe. The Gilberts invite Gloria to stay with them pending the refurnishing of the Kerr home. Wright begins his fight against the proposed franchise in the col umns of his paper, the Belmont News. Kerr, through his henchmen, exerts ev ery influence 'to hamper Wright in the publication of his paper. Gloria realizes she Is not being received by the best so ciety and Is unhappy. She takes up set tlement work. Kerr and his lieutenants decide to buy Kerr's paper and ask the editor to meet them at Gilbert’s office. •Calling at Gilbert's office to solicit a do nation Gloria meets Wright. He proposes and is accepted while waiting to be called into the conference. Wright refuses to sell his paper and declares he will fight to a finish. The Belmont News appears with a bitter attack on Kerr. Gloria calls Wright a coward and refuses to listen to any explanation from him. CHAPTER XVI, The unexpected and sensational manner in which the Trisit of Joe Wright to Judge Gilbert’s office was terminated was not without effect upon every one in the room. Pity for Gloria was the dominating emotion, for everyone present realized her un happy position. The dramatic revela tion of her love affair, the knowledge that she had been sacrificed, stirred every heart. Mrs. Gilbert and Mrs. Hayes, not well versed in politics, har bored no slight resentment against the publisher of the News, since they re garded the article cs too severe. Were not their husbands interested on the same side as David Kerr? And they were honest men. But their husbands knew the full measure of the bitter cup that both the boss and his daugh ter, for the father’s misdeeds, were called upon to drain. The first thing to do was to get Glo ria away from the office. For several days she had been Btaying with Mrs. Hayes, and thither she was now By Dr. Hayes’ order she was put at once to bed, and under the influence of an opiate, she was soon asleep. Dr. Hayes came downstairs and an nounced to Kerr, who was savagely pacing back and forth in the drawing room, that his daughter was suffering from a great nervous shock. He also said that she would probably sleep for several hours. “It ain’t no use for me to r ..ay here then,” the boss declared. “If you want me you can git me by telephone at my office or Giloert’s or at the club rooms.” “Even if she asks for you,” said the doctor. “I think It best for you to stay away until her nerves are quieter.” As there was nothing further the two men could do, they walked down town together, leaving Mrs. Hayes to watch over Gloria. It was nine o’clock before the girl opened her eyes. Dr. Hayes had been home to dinner and then gone out again. His wife was sitting in Gloria’s room reading by a light which was carefully shaded so as not to annoy the sleeper. She had turned several pages of her book with a feeling that her patient was now fully awake be fore she looked up to see if her belief was justified. Gloria was gazing va cantly at the celling. “Is there anything you want, dear?” she asked, going over to the bed. As Mrs. Hayes looked down at the girl, she seemed to her like a lily that had been beaten by the wind and wmmrn =4 Two Windows Looking Out Over the Roofs of Neighboring Houses. bruised by the rain and left all for lorn to die. In the girl s face she read the story of the last few hours. "Is there anything you want, dear?" she repeated. “Nothing.” Gloria locked up at her with a pa thetic little smile of appreciation for her kindness. She threw one hand out on top of the cover, and Mrs. Hayet took It in hers, it was some time, however, before Gloria spoke. "You heard everything?” "Yes.” “And you understand?" “1 think I do, Gloria.” "Then there isn't anything much for me to tell you.” For a long time she preserved si lence, Mrs Hayes holding her hand but saying nothing. “It isn't as if he had died,” she be gan slowly, almost as if just talking aloud to herseif. “I think I could have stoo'j that. In time everything would ha\i come to be just a beautiful dream. Pan? and Belmont and all. In my heart I could always have cher ished the memory of a strong, brave OVERWORK BRINGS OLD AGE No Human Being Wa Meant to Labor on a Without the Proper Rest. Industry's a fine thing, but a virtue may easily run to' seed and become a fault. And don \ work too fast. Don't rush. Take things quietly and steadily. It is the mean and petty traits of character very often that bring lines and wrinkles to the n-ost open face —th- soites. the petty Jealous man, the man I thought he was. You know, Mrs. Hayes, he seemed to me to be very much like my father.” For a time she thought it over to herself. Mrs. Hayes did not press her, and continued to show her sympathy by holding her hand. “Yes, it would have been a lot better had he Jied before I ever knew. What would hive been a beautiful dream iB now only a hideous nightmare. Ar.d I believed in him so! You who have seen just & little of him can’t know now I loved him. It wasn’t exactly love when we were abroad In the same party. Yes, it was; only I didn’t knew It. It wasn’t until he bad gone awry and no word came from him that I knew how much he was to me. And then I met him here. Heaven seemed to open for me that night.” She turned her head for a minute, and the tears began to flow. When she began again her eyes were still bl :rred with tears. “I can tell you, and I could tel? Mrs. Gilbert, that it’s going to hurt me a lot. It’B going to hurt to think how I was deceived. I thought I was building my house of life upon a rock, and when the raiDs came I awoke to find the foundation was only shifting sand.” “We all have our troubles, dear,” Mrs. Hayes told her. “Yours may seem hard to bear, but you must know that life can’t all be painted in rainbow hues. I’ve taken you with me into Belmont’s unhappiest homes, and what you have seen should teach you to bear your own trials with resignation and fortitude as a Christian should Perhaps it’s not well to think hew much better off we are than other people, but when we do think of it we see that God has shown us abundant kindness compared to that given to others, and then our crosses are lighter.” “But I loved him so!” cried Gloria, burying her face in the pillow. Mrs. Hayes could only clasp the girl’s hand. The attempt to comfort her was unprofitable. Her grief was too new, her rounds too fresh for com fort. Longer and longer grew the in tervals between her sobs. Finally Mrs. Hayes thought she had fallen asleep, but Gloria was only tninking. It came to her that she was still young. Love would never be hers, she was sure of that; but long years stretched out be fore her. She couldn’t be a coward and shiilt those years. Once she had built her house qf love and life up-on the quaking sands, row she would build her house of life .upon the Ann rock of service. In ministering to the unfortunate, she might find surcease for her own sorrbw. “Mrs. Hayes?” “What. Gloria?” “I’m not going to let anything that happened today spoil my life.” “Of course not, dear. Rain today means sunshine tomorrow for üb.” “I don’t know about the sunshine, but I do know that I want to go along just as if nothing had happened. To morrow let's do just what we planned to do. and the next day and the next I want to keep busy. Can’t you under stand?" Mrs. Hayes did understand, and ad mired the girl for her bravery. “All right, Gloria. I think that is best. We weren’t put into this world to have only the good things of life and shirk the bad thing o We must take them as they come, the bad with the good You are doing just what Mr. Wright would have you do if he were the man you thought him and he had died before your wedding diy. Perhaps all will come out as you once had planned.” The daughter of David Kerr shc-ok her head. “That can never be.” She said no more, and after a time seemed to fall asleep. Mrs. Hayes un clasped her hand, turned out the light, and left the room. Through the windows streamed the moonlight. The girl, assured that she was alone, turned on her side and watched the beams creep slowly across the room. What a flood of memories The moon light brought! Those first nights on shipboard had been under a silver moon that shed its rays upon a silver sea. Those nights in France a month later had been un der n moon no less gorgeous. Then had come the Rhine and there, too. had been moonlight. She tried to think of him as he had been and not as he was. In him she nad found every good trait a nan should have. She was chagrined to think how easily It now appeared she had been won. How much she would have been spared, she pondered, bad she not been so eager for bis love as to show him so soon that she cared for him. Every familiar gesture which was at all a part of him she knew would call him to mind when another man might make it. The way he held his c:gar when he smoked, the odd manner in which he would lock his hands togeth er whenever a knotty problem both ered him, these little things and a host of others would come back to plague her. All the dear, dead past crowded into her m nd. It was not of the man whom that afternoon she had spurned that she thought, but of the man whoai in her heart she cherished—her idea . With a mighty sob she began again to weep. There had come to her the ; realization that love was done. Far across the room the moonbeams crept ■ before Gloria fell into a fitful slumber. CHAPTER XVII. “I've forgotten what we’d plar tied | for this afternoon," Gloria remarked j to Mrs. Hayes the morning after the stormy scene in Judge Gilbert's of j fice. Yesterday was carefully ignored by both as they talked. ies. They hare a knack of steadily and surely eating up all that is sound and wholesome in the character. And as moral ills react physically, prcma tur<r age comes on w th all iti unde sirable signs. Keep your temper un der control. A burst of passion cften does one incalculable harm. It jars the nerves and upsets the whole con stltution. Very hysterical people are frequently quite prostrate for lays a*ter an outburst of temper. Wrinkles are often caused by facial contortion —manerisms, like con Copyright bj A. C. UcClarg St Cos.. '9-1 “Thiß was the day Mrs. Wallace asked us to help her at the mission," Mrs. Hayes explained. She did not say further that she had telephoned earlier in the morning and had Mrs. Wallace, the natron, make plans whereby the whole after noon would be taken up She be lieved Gloria’s peace of mind would be all the greater were she engaged in some work which would make her feel that through her the pain of the suf ferer was alleviated and the bruised heart of the unhappy bound up. It was just; two o’clock when they reached the m’ssion. They had not been there long before Mrs. Wallace sug gested that they cell on a poor girl who was ill In a room over Mike Noo nan’s saloon. The sick woman was known to her, but Blie told nothing of her story. It wasn't much different from any one of half a hundred she might have *old. The two women felt not the slight est fear in walking through such a tough quarter of the town. Mrs. Hayes was an experienced settlement work er, ard knew many of the persons whom they passed. They for their part knew her and respected her for the kindly charity she dispensed so unostentatiously. As for Gloria, she could fear nothing since she was al most In total ignorance of what dan gers might beset their path. Then, too, she was busy with her own thoughts. Mr*. Hayes had been told In what room the sick woman lay, and without a word to anyone, it. fact they saw no one, they went in the door on the side street and climbed the dark, uncarpet ed stairs to the third floor. At a door just at the foot of the flight of steps which led to the fourth story, Mrs. Hayen knocked gently. There was no answer. She decided that if there was no response to the next knock she would open the door to see if the girl were asleep. A second and louder knock, however, aroused her and she called to them to enter. Gloria and Mrs. Hayes walked into the room, and as the latter went to the bedside to explain how they hap pened to call, the daughter of David Kerr stood stock still and gazed about her with undisguised curiosity. The occupant of the room, a frail little creature with uncertain, golden hair, was known to her companions as Little Ella. Upon i;he blotter at the police’ station she was always booked as Luella Windermere. She had found the name in a novel and, liking it. had taken it for her own. In the unkindly daylight, without the paint that mocked the cheek that once had bloomed a healthier hue, the pallor of her face was heightened by the dark circles under her eyes. Yet the rav ages of a life too harsh for one so weak had not been so great as to blot entirely from her fane the traces of a simpering sweetness. If Little Ella's room could be summed up in one word, that word would be—sham. It was not a poverty that honestly confessed itself to be such, that room. Instead It was a poverty that slunk away into corners and hid behind the rankest imitations of better things. Everything seemed to have been purchased at the cheap est booths at Vanity Fair. There v.ere few things of substance, but many things of vain and empty show Had Gloria been more skilled in reading the world aright, every bauble, every useless ornament would have preached a sermon. As it was, there was for her in large part only the interest of novelty. To the right of Gloria were two win dows looking out over the roofs of neighboring houses. Between ■ them was a scarred maple dresser. It was littered among other things with post caid photographs, business <:ard3. a calendar with a picture in many col ors and a bottle of Florida water Di rectly in front of her was” ihe sick girl's bed, a cheap iron affair with massive tarnished trass trimmings. Beyond it was a frail-looking trunk painted in imitation of leather. Tho only things which boldly confessed KSjmiSSSiltiiitlHttif ST> >T>^^^^Jt<^<<<.<<<■?<]<'<3?B SLAVE-HOLDING AMONG ANTS Custom Has Long Been Known, and Method of Procuring Such Ser vants Shows Intelligence. Many of the large ants are slave holders, and curiously enough, the slaves are almost black! When a colony of ants requires slaves a reg ular army is formed, skirmishers are thrown out and scouts are sent ahead to discover a nest of black ants and look over the ground The invading army is composed entirely ol warrior ants, with powerful jaws, quite dif | ferent from the common workers, j When the nest of the inter.ded vic | tims is reached a fierce batth; at once takes place and many are killed and wounded on both sides. The moie j powerful invaders are always victori -1 ous. however, and entering the nest j of the vanquished blacks, they rob it of eggs and pupae, which they carry off to slavery in their own home. The returning victors are welcomed upen i tneir arrival with various manifesta tions of .toy. and the young of the j defeated foes are taken within and I carefully tended until fully grown, i Strangely enough, the slaves thus ob tained an? willing and obliging ser i rants, doing all the narder work of 1 the community, even to feeding their ! captors. Indeed, some spscies of j slave-holding ants are incapable of feeding themseleves .and if it were stantly lifting the eyebrows, when tailing, frowning when in thought, twisting the mouth up and that sert of thing. Try to cultivate the repose iul face. It need not oe wooden or expressionless Not a bit of It. But t“lk with your mouth, not with every muscle of your tace. —Philadelphia ln qu rer His Order. The proprietor of a certain restau rant had leased the reverse aide of his biU of fart to a carriage manu WAUSAU PILOT. themselves to be just as represented were two wooden kitchen chairs. Looking close beside her, Gloria saw a battered maple washstand and be yond it a door which led into a closet under the stairs. She glanced curi ously at the walls, which boasted some cheap prints, most of them showing by the advertising matter upon them from which whisky house they had emanated. Some of the girl’s waists and skirts hung upon nails, but the clothes which she had taken off the night before on retiring were upon a chair beside her trunk. “I heard you were sick,” Mrs. Hayes said sympathetically, “and I want to know If I can do anything to help you.” Little Ella viewed them with cold antagonism. ' r bey were not of her world and she both feared and hated them. “Naw,” she growled. Then against her real wishes something out of her old life made her add grudgingly. “Much obliged.” Mrs. Hayes had worked too long among such people not to understand, and she Ignored the girl’s unfriendly manner by asking: “How do you feel today?” “Rotten.” “No wonder; It’s so close In here. I think it would be better for you if you’d let me open a window. It’s mild out. May I?” “Go as fer as yuh like; I don’t feel like flghtin’.” A nod from Mrs. Hayes sent Gloria to open a window. “There now,” exclaimed the younger visitor. “You’ll feel better.” "Gloria,” Mrs. Hayes asked, so the sick woman could not hear, “do you mind staying with her w).Ve I go to the mission for a few minutes? 1 want Mrs. Wallace to come over If she can; and the doctor, too, as soon as I can find him." "Certainly, I’ll stay,” was the prompt response. “What’s the matter with her?” “I can’t say until I see the doctor, because I'm not sure. I want Doctor Hayes to see her. If I can’t get him I’ll get Doctor Norton. You’re not afraid to stay?” Gloria smiled. What was there to fear? The girl surely could not be come so ill in the short space of time Mrs. Hayes should be away as to ren der her inexperienced nurse absolutely helpless. “Of course I’m not atraid,” she re plied. Then impulsively, “Besidee, I want to do some good in the world I’ve been too selfish.” “No, dear, not that," her companion gently remonstrated. “Thoughtless perhaps, because you didn’t know, but not selfish.” Then she turned to Lit tle Ella and said in the same quiet tone: “I think you’d be happier where there'd be someone to take care oi you.” “I’m not sick, I’m just tired.” The ignorant fear sickness and dis guise it as long as they can, shirking the fight and thereby making it all the harder. Understanding this, Mrs Kayes answered lightly: “If that’s the case, I hope you’ll en tertain my friend for me until I return She’s interested in the work at the mission.” "You’re on,” Little Ella replied with an air of resignation as Mrs. Hayei left the room. She rolled over on hei side and closed her eyes. Already sh began to feel bored. (TO BE CONTINUED.) To Lessen Wreck's Horror. To swell the horrors of a sea disas ter at night the lights are apt to be put out by the flooding of the elec tric generating plant. Experiments are being made on anew British ves sel that is under construction, with a gasoline electric plant that may be placed on the bridge deck. This set will not only supply the light, but the wireless telegraph apparatus as well, until the very moment of com plete submergence of the vessel. This generating set will be used only in emergencies. not for their slaves they would die ol staravtion, even In the midst ol plenty.—From "Book for Young Naturalists." by Alpheus Hyatt Ver rill. Ingenious Spiders. The Royal society in London was re cently entertained by a distinguished traveler with an account of a spidei living in Australia which makes its habitation along the seashore, in the crevices of the rocks, between high and low water mark. But when the tide is in their hornet are covered with water. Instead of de serting them, however, the spidert solve the difficulty by means of closely woven sheets of silk, which they stretch over the entrances, behind which they manage to retain sufficient air to keep them alive during the time they remain submerged.—The Sunday Magazine. Solving the Problem. Ruth and Helen's mother wai trying to teach the little girls the value of unselfishness, and not al ways wanting their own way. One day she got them a couple of piece* of cake, and as one piece was larger, she said: “Now, to whom shall 1 give the larger piece?” Each giri said to give it to the other, but Helen seeing this did not solve the problem said: “Well, mamma, you had bettei do as Ruth says this time.” facturer, wbo prints advertisement! thereon. The other day a customer in a great hurry ran into the restau rant, sat at the table, was handed a bill wrong aide up by the waiter. The customer on his pince-nez, curled his moustache with af iefl band, and shouted in a voice of thui* der: ‘ Bring me a filleted hy. a landau oe toast, two victorias derived, and • fried dog-cart! Got any wheelbarrow stew?” The poor waiter fled. IRELAND’S PATRON SAINT Ireland, thank* to the saint's eloquence and Jervor, became a Christian coun try. His grand work accomplished, St. Patrick died at Downpatrick, March IT, 468, It Is said. HIS GREAT LOVE FOR HiS PEOPLE St. Patrick's Confession Shows How Ardently He Longed for Their Welfare. Eipistle Has Eleen Declared Worthy of the Greatest of the Teachers of the Word—Breastplate of F’rayer a Short Litany—His Synod. HOW yearningly St. Patrick loved his people may be learned from the following passage in his Confes sion, worthy of St. Augustine or St. Paul: “If I have ever done any good for the sake of my Gcd, whom I love. I beg him to grant me that I may fhed my blood with these proselytes and captives for his sake, even though I should never receive burial, or each member of my body should be most horribly thrown to the dogs and wild beasts, or the birds of prey Bliould feed upon it." (Par. 24.) His Confession ends with these words: “And this is my confession before I die.” (Par. 25.) For its humility, sweetness, faith, love and self-sacrifice It roust be ad mired by all who read It. The Breastplate of Prayer of St. Patrick is s, sort of short litany pro- $ ra£9Sai;ij ;& Jf jßsk \ I fifivj fIHSjPNJ SEre# jß3|l Pilgrims at St- Patrick’s Cross, Saint’s Island, Lough Derg. fesstng belief in and Invoking the Blessed Trinity. Our Lord’s incarna tion, resurrection and asceasion; calling on the powers of heaven, of earth, etc., invoking Christ for himself and all of his. From other works not surely com posed by St. Patrick, though probably reflecting the beliefs and practices of his times or those soon after him in Ireland, tie synod of St. Patrick is composed of 31 canons The twelfth is entitled: On our obligation toward the dead. And in the eighteenth is given an original interpretation of the three different degrees of fruit fulness of the gospel seed, declaring that those who are to reap a hun dredfold reward are the bishops and doctors, who are ail things to alii men; tho*i who are to have the sixty fold *re tie clergy aid widows; the thirtyfcM shall be r.-ceived by the laymen wbo are fai.hful. He also places monks and virgins with those who shall have the hundredfold. He who does not receive commun ion at Easter is declared to be not a -faithful" (Canon It is interesting to note that the synod forbids a man to take hie dead Irish in the Revolution. The popular impression is tliat the Irisn did not begin to come to New England until the great famine of 1848, when tie population of Ireland waa diminished several hundred thou sands by starvation and immigration- While tit is true that many thou sands did come to this country at that period, and have since continntid to come, the Irish were not strangers to New England before the grsat exo dus of ’4B. A meric n history has not |riven to A PRAYER. (By Bt. Patrick, Apostle of Ire land, at Tara’a Hill.) At Tara today I the strength of God pilot me; the power of God preserve me; the wisdom of God Instruct me; the eye of God watch over me; the ear of God hear me, the word of God give me sweet talk; the hand of God defend me; the way of Gpd guide me. Christ be with me; Christ before me; Christ after me; Christ in me; Christ under me; Christ over me; Christ on my right hand; Christ on my ! left hand; Christ on this side; ! Christ on that side; Christ at my back; Christ in the heart of every person to whom I speak; Christ in the mouth of every person who speaks to me; Christ in the ear of every per son who hears me. At Tara, to day, I invoke the mighty power of the Trinity. Salvation Is the Lord’s —salvation is the Lord’s. Salvation Is Christ’s. May thy salvation, O Lord, be always with us! brother's widow to wife, and declares that she shall be to him only a sister (Canon 25). Little sympathy was given to avar ice among the clergy, according to decrees IV., VIII. and XIII., while de cree XIV. Is Interesting In showing that for murder, evil living or con suiting auspices the sinner shall do penance for a year and afterward he shall be absolved by the priest. After these follow a few “other canons attributed to St. Patrick,” then the “Charter of St. Patrick,” on the antiquity of the Church of Gastonbury in England, very quaint, and enter taining. Next we have The Book of St. Patrick t.he Bishop on the Three Dwellings,” a profound yet practical and unctuou3 sermon on heaven, hell and this world. Celtic Race Unchanged. Were St. Patrick to return today to the land he loved to judge his people he would find them the same brave race he knew. Time has brought changes and reverses, but the Celtic heart is unaltered in its high ambi tions and its lofty faith. And Ireland is a happy land of romance and of legends, just as when the white-robed harpers roamed with poets and min strels through it, and mighty deeds were told by Celtic bards by the light and faint blue smoke of the traditional turf Are. Fairies still fight among themselves In wood and bog. Ghosts warn with spectral messages. Galway looks forth toward Spain with dreaming, touched by glories of her old romance. Every where the spirit of Irish sentiment pervades the scene, where Meath of the pastures gleams In broad lands, where the glens of Antrim are sweet with hawthorne scent, where Tip perary smiles a golden vale. Saint Knew Persecution. If !3t. Patrick’s conversion of Ireland was without persecution in the ordi nary 6ense of the word, as used in the history of the church, yet he assures us: ”1 went about everywhere for your sakes in many dangers, even bo the furthest district, beyond which no body lived, and where no one had ever gone to baptize or to ordain clerics or to encourage the people; by the help of the Lord I have done all these things most faithfully and freely for your salvation.” He tells us even that “on a certain dreadful day they tried most earnestly to kill me . . . and they threw me into chains. But on the fourteenth day the Lord deliv ered me from their power.” While the world lasts, the sun will gild the mountain tops before it shines upon the plain.—Bulwer. the colonial Irishman his full share of credit for the important part La played in the founding and develop ment of the country. The par. the Irle't race took in the establishment of independence is recognized by histori cal writers, so that in recounting the deeds if valor and statesmanship of the men of Irish blood, we are able to quote eminent and recognized authori ties in surport of the claim that the Irish race did its share in the plant Ing of the American colonies ani £ie establishment of the repub’ic. MME. MERRI’S ADVICE TWO GOOD ENTERTAINMENTS FOR ST. PATRICK'S DAY. Guesting Contest That Is Sure to Prove Amusing Sweet With Which Hostess May Make Hit o r i the 17th. Here is something in the way of a guessing contest that you may like to try on the 17th. I would advise all of you to look up on Irish dialect be fore attempting to answer or insert the right yords: Young Barney O’Neal was a merry He could dance a fine jig. or 2 a gay tune. But, alas, cuite a spendthrift, ’twas plain to be seen— For he danced, and he drank, and he smoked his 3, And he loved his sweet 4 named Norah McShay, Who, although she loved Barney, would not name the> day. "Ah, Norah 5,” young Barney would cry, "Your eyes are as blue as the fair 6 sky. Be my own little bride, and we’ll sail o’er the sea, And build a wee home in the land of the free.” But Norah just smiled, and shook her sweet head, And sand, “Barney, darlin’, we should not be wed— For ’tween drlnkin’ and smokin', and dancin’, I ween, We’d have nothing to cook in our lit tie 7.” But she soon changed her mind, for what maiden resists The love of an 8 when he per sists? So they plighted their troth with a lit tle gold ring. And were wed when the 9 grew green in the spring. On his shoulders so broad, his 10 he swung, From which the brides clothes In a neat bundle hung. To tre fair 11 quays they traveled at dawn, Where tna ship rode at anchor on 12 morn. His 13 Barney tipped to the 14, As they left the green land behind many a mile. But the little bride sighed as they sailed on afar. And softly she whispered, "Dear 15.” The following words fill the blanks suitably: 1, Gossoon; 2, Lilt; 3, Dudeen; 4, Colleen; 5. Mavourneen; G, Irish; 7, Potheen; 8, Irishman: 9, Shamrock; 10. Shillalah; 11, Dublin; 12, St. Pat rick; 13, Cawbee; 14, Emerald Isle; 15, Erin Go Bragh. To Serve on St. Patrick’s Day. Occasionally we just have to slip In a recipe for some special function, and that is why I am telling you of this prettv and appropriate sweetie for the 17th. For eight persons take one quart of cream, half a pound of peppermint stic fr randy and the whites of two eggs. Whip half a pint of the cream, add the beaten white of the eggs and mix with the rest of the cream, in which the candy has been put after breaking into very small bita and ithus' nearly dissolving it. Freeze and serve with a garnish of candied mint leaves or he very tiny white and green candy mints. MME. MERRI. Aid to the Stout. Three-flounced skirts rhther help the stout woman, the upper flounce disguising her embonpoint. The three are generally of the same depth, but vary in fullness. To be large around the hips, small at the knees, Is one de sideratum in the aspect of the figure. ATTRACTIVE SPRING HAT Model of tagal straw trimmed with faille ribbon and flowers. Evening Coiffure. Meanwhile, the evening coiffure, not content with hiding the ears, en croaches on the cheekii in a fashion that threatens contiguity with the nose. The hair is all drawn upward and for ward from the back, where it is gath ered and folded over perfectly flat to the head. The bulk of it is arranged in high puffs on the crown. A small fringe is sometimes worn on the fore head, but this fashion In disappearing. Fashionable 3hades. Among the color schemes of the mo ment black and white Is perhaps the most popular, while a dark shade of bottle green comes next In favor, then a certain shade of dark red, almost a dull orange in tone, brown and some tones of blue. Seep recently wee a delightful French model that demonstrated the nee of black and white check taffetas, with an underbodice of black ninon. The skirt was draped as usual—-In deed there is barely it skirt to be found in these days that has not a slightly draped effect either at the back or the front. Heels. Extremely high heels are being worn in Paris. They are sometimen Jeweled and ofttlmts beaded. It Ih uardly likely, however, that women will reach the poiut of folly attained by the beauties of the sixteenth cen tury, who wore heels from three Itches to tlx inches high. One cannot bet wonder how they succeeded in keeping their balance. WORE THAN AN ORNAMENT Fashion of Wearing a Rote at tha Throat la to Be Commended for Two Reasons. A rose at the throat la a welcome street sight these days, but these ex otics are not worn solely as an or nament. In fact, the fashion was launched for the very sensible nur pose of protecting the throat which at present is too much exposed for com fort and not Infrequently for beauty. As the fabric rose—lt is invariably la satin or silk —must be attached to something it is kept in place by means of a velvet ribbon band, broad enough to take the place of the high stock collar of a few years age. The r< ae at the throat should not be over-large although It may be either half or full blown and of any natural color. It la sometimes worn without foliage, lsut it looks better If supplemented by one or two small leaves in dark green silk, and It should, he of a hue to harmonize with the velvet neckband, which, in turn, '-ould a'-vord wt** either the hat or i A trimmings. The girl who wears a rose at h:.r throat nearly always wants a second rose. Not necessarily a twin In stxe> since It may be fashioned near tha belt-line, on the coat’s lapel, or among the trimmings on the hat. The main care is that these roses shall always look fresh. To wear a shrbhy fab ric rose is in as bad taste as to pin on a discolored horticultural flower* AFTERNOON FROCK Of smoke-olue charmeuse hemmed with skunk, the waist-belt of dull-sil ver tissue. The hat with the onriula brim recalls Lady Hamilton's in Rom ney’s picture of her called “The Seam* stress.” “Tapping” Seams. A small hammer, kept oia the sew ing machine, will prove invaluable, says the Ladles’ World. A few smart taps on the thick seam that refuses to go under the machine foot flattens It and makes It easy to sew through. A hem, folded and creased by passing tho hammer smoothly and firmly over the edges, requires no busting. Gathers "tapped” lightly with this handy helper, do not slip or bunch up while being sewed. DICTATES OF FASHION Flowered cotton crepe is used even for young girl’s nightgowns. Now the fascinating flesh t'nt is seen even !u marabou trimmings. The loveliest new imported laces are outlined with gold and silver. Some of the most extreme evening stockings are Jet embroidered. Some of the new dress linens are like the silk crepes with broche fig ures. Now there Is anew "furry” stitch In shadow embroidered flounces. White shadow lace and black net are used in neckwear for half mourn ing. Marabou stoles and muffs seem to be as important as ever in milady's costume. Black soutache, braided on black net, Is one of the new ldeae for half mourning. Gray mocha gloves, fleece lined, have a white fur edge, which gives a novel look. Becoming Hat for Eivery Face. The hat with its crown towering is not altogether new; it has been seen some during the late winter. It will be seen more often as the spring hats appear, says the New York Press. This style of hat will be constructed from straw, tulle and jet. The brim will be straw, the crow r a tulle and the band and aigrette will be of Jet. It is a hat that will have many follow ers, for most women will be glad of its height-giving effect. It will ba becoming, for it will be shown In so wide a variety of brim and brimless effects that there will be u hat for every face. Nifty Neck Ruff. Cut a yard of maline, any color you wish. Into two pieces lengthwise, ins king two one-yard strips. Sew to gether by a very narrow French seam and you have a strip two yards long. Fold both sides of this strip In to wards the center lengthwise and shirr the entire length through the center. Draw together enough to fit the neck —about a half yard—and fasten the thread. A large book Is sewed on one end and an eye oa the other to fasten together In the front A few loops of silk moire ribbon la a%- tach®d to the side where the book is and allowed to hang loosely down the front. A strip of fur or mara bou may be sewed over the shir ring through the middle of the ruff to complete the effect. Worn Places. A good way to strengthen the worn places in undergarmanta In to stitch them with the sewing machine back and forth in parallel linen and then turn the goods and run stitches at right angle* to tkose already takes.