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The Real
Adventure
A NOVEL.
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By
Henry Kitchell Webster
(Copyright 1918. The Bobbc-MerriU Company)
CHAPTER Vl—Continued.
For the next half-hour, until the
car stopped in front of her house,
Rose acted on this request—told about
jber life before and since her marriage
to Rodney, about her friends, her
;amusements —anything that came into
her mind. But she lingered before
getting out of the car, to say:
“I hope I haven’t forgotten a single
:word of your —preaching. You said
|So many things I want to think about.”
“Don’t trouble your soul with that,
child,” said the actress. “All the
isermon you need can be boiled down
ilnto a sentence, and until you have
(found it out yourself, you won't be
ilieve it.”
“Try me,’' said Rose.
“Then attend. How shall I say it?
(Nothing worth having comes as a gift,
jnor even can be bought—cheap.
‘Everything of value in your life will
.cost you dear, and sometime or other
jyou’ll have to nay the price of it.”
It was with a very thoughtful, per
plexed face that Rose watched the car
(drive away, and then walked slowly
Into the house—the ideal house —and
allowed herself to be relieved of her
wraps by the perfect maid.
- There was still an hour before she
ceed begin dressing for the Randolph
when Rodney came home this
vague, scary, nightmarish sort of feel
ing which for no reasonable reason
(seemed to be clutching at her, would
fee forgotten. She wished he would
icome —hoped he wouldn’t be late, and
jflnally sat down before the telephone
With a half-formed idea of calling him
■up.
Just as she laid her hand upon the
receiver, the telephone bell rang. It
t was Rodney calling her.
! “Oh, that you. Rose?” he said. “I
(Shan’t be out till late tonight. I’ve
got to work.”
“But Roddy, dearest," she protested,
“you have to come home. You’ve got
the Randolphs* dinner.”
“Oh!” he said. “I forgot all about
It. But it doesn’t make a bit of differ
ence, anyway. I wouldn’t leave the
office before I have finished this job
for anybody short of the Angel Ga
briel.”
“But" —it was absurd that her eyes
should be filling up and her throat
getting lumpy over a thing like this—
“But what shall I do? Shall I tell
Eleanor we can’t come, or shall I offer
do come without you?”
“I don’t care! Do whichever you
like. I’ve got enough to think about
■without deciding that. Now do hang
up and run along.”
“But Rodney, what’s happened? Has
something gone wrong?”
"Heavens, no!” he said. “What is
(there to go wrong? I’ve got a big
day in court to-morrow and I’ve struck
,u snag, and I’ve got to wriggle out of
it somehow, before I quit. It’s noth
ing for you to worry about. Go to
your dinner and have a good time.
Good-by.” The click in the receiver
told her he had hung up.
The difficulty about the Randolphs
was managed easily enough. Eleanor
iwas perfectly gracious about it and
insisted that Rose should come by her
iself.
She was completely dressed a good
three-quarters of an hour before it
was time to start, and if she drove
*>cralght downtown she would have a
ten-minute visit with Rodney and still
not be late for the dinner.
She found a single elevator in com
mission in the great, gloomy rotunda
of the office building, and the wateh
jinnn who ran her up made a terrible
noise shutting the gate after he had
ilet her out on the fifteenth floor. The
dim marble corridor echoed her foot
jfalls ominously, and when she reached
the door of his outer office and tried
it. she found it locked. The next door
down the corridor Was the one that led
directly into his private office, and here
the light shone through the ground
glass.
She stole up to it as softly as she
could, tried it and found it locked,
[too, so she knocked. Through the
©pen transom above it, she heard him
softly 6wear in a heartfelt sort of way,
and heard his chair thrust back. The
next moment he opened the door witn
a Jerk.
His glare of anuoyanee changed to
bewilderment at the sight of her, and
he said: “Rose! Has anything
happened? What’s the matter?" And,
catching her by the arm, he led her
Into the office. "Here, sit down and
get your breath and tell me about it!”
She smiled and took his face in both
her hands. “But it’s the other way,”
ahe said. “There’s nothing the matter
with me. I came down, you poor old
hoy. to see what was the matter with
you.”
He frowned and took her hands
away and stepped back out of her
reach. Had It not been for the sheer
incredibility of it, she’d have thought
that her touch was actually distaste
ful tp him.
"Oh.” he said. “I thought i told
you over the phone there was nothing
the matter! Won’t you be awfully
late to the Randolphs’?”
"I had ten minutes,” she said, “and
I thought . . .” She broke off the
sentence when she saw him snap
out his watch and look at It. “I know
there’s something.” she said. “1 can
tell Just by tbe way your eyes look
and the way you're so tight and—
strained. If you’d Just tell me about
it, and then sit down and let me—
try to take the strain away. . ,
Beyond a doubt the strain was there.
The laugh he meant for a good-humor
ed dismissal of her fears didn't sound
at all as it was intended to. “Good
heavens!” he said. “There's nothing
to tell! I've got an argument before
the court of appeals tomorrow and
there's a ruling decision against me.
It is against me. and it’s had law.
But that isn't what I want to tell them.
1 want some way of making a distinc
tion so that I can hold that the de
cision doesn't rale.”
"And it wouldn't help," ahe ventured,
you told me all about it? I don't
care about the dinner.”
“I couldn’t explain in a month,” he
said.
"Oh. I wish I were some good !** she
said forlornly.
He pulled out his watch again and
CONDITIONS FOR ROSE’S HAPPINESS ARE JUST TOO PER
FECT IN HER NEW HOME AND SOCIAL SET—SO
NATURALLY SHE BECOMES DISSATIS
FIED WITH THE EASY LIFE
SYNOPSIS.
* Rose Stanton, student at the University of Chicago, is put off a
street car in the rain after au argument with the conductor. She is
accosted by a. young man who offers help and escorts her home. An
hour later this man, Rodney Aldrich, well-to-do lawyer, appears at
the home of his sister Frederica (the wealthy Mrs. Whitney), and she.
telling him he ought to marry, tries to interest him in a young widow.
He laughs at “Freddy,” but two months later he marries Rose Stanton.
Rose moves from modest circumstances into a magnificent home and
begins to associate with the exclusive social circle. She meets a French
actress who tells her that nothing worth while is given us—for success,
or happiness, or ease, or love, we must pay in some manner. These
two are talking when the installment opens.
began pacing up and down the room.
“I just can’t stand it to see you
like that,” she broke out again. "If
you’ll only sit down for five minutes
and let me try to get that strained
look out of your eyes. . . .”
“Can’t you take my word for it and
let it alone?" he shouted. “I don’t
need to be comforted nor encouraged.
I’m in an intellectual quandary. For
the next three hours, or six, or how
ever long it takes, I want my mind to
run cold and smooth. I’ve got to be
tight and strained. That’s the way the
job’s done. You cap’t solve an intel
lectual problem by having your band
held, or your eyes kissed, or anything
like that. Now, for this love of heaven,
child, run along and le\ me forget you
ever existed, for a while 1”
"
CHAPTER VII.
A Freudian Physician.
Rose’s arrival at the dinner —a little
late, to be sure, but not scandalously
—created a mild sensation. None of
the other guests were strangers, either,
on whom she could have the effect
of novelty. But when she came into
the drawing room —in such a wonder
ful gown—put on tonight because she
felt somehow like especially pleasing
Rodney—when she came in, she re
oxygenated the social atmosphere.
She was, in fact, a stranger. Her
voice had a bead on it which roused
a perfectly unreasoning physical ex
citement —the kind of bead which, in
singing, makes all the difference be
tween a church choir and grand opera.
The glow they were accustomed to
in her eyes concentrated itself into
flashes, and the flush that so often,
and so adorably, suffused her face,
burned brighter now in her cheeks and
left the rest pale.
And these were true indices of the
changes that had taken place within
her. From sheer numb incredulity,
she had reacted to a fine glow of in
dignation. She had found herself sud
denly feeling lighter, older, indescrib
ably more confident. They shouldn’t
suspect her humiliation or her hurt.
Her husband, James Randolph re
flected, had evidently either been mak
ing love to her, or indulging in the civil
ized equivalent of beating her; be was
curious to find out which. And, having
learned from his wife that Rose was
to sit beside him at the table, he
made up his mind that he would. A
physician of the Freudian school, train
ed to analyze people’s souls, he was
well equipped to find out, without
Rose’s knowledge.
He didn’t attempt it, though, during
his first talk with her —confined him
self rigorously to the earerully sifted
chaff which does duty for polite con
versation over the same hors d’oeuvres
and entrees, from one dinner to the
next, the season round. It wasn’t
until Eleanor had turned the table
the second time, that he made his
first gambit in the game.
“No need asking you if you like this
sort of thing,” he said. “I would like
to know how you keep it up. It can’t
any of it get anywhere. What’s the
attraction?”
“You can’t get a rise out of me to
night,” said Rose. “Not after what
I’ve been through today. Madame
Greville’s been talking to me. She
thinks American women are dreadful
dubs —or she would if she knew the
word —thinks we don’t know our own
game. Do you agree with her?”
“”ll >ll you that,” he said, “after
you nuswer my question. What’s the
attraction?”
“Don’t you think it would be a mis
take,” said Rose, "for me to try to
“I Came Down ... to See What
Was the Matter With You.”
analyze It? Suppose I did and found
there wasn’t any."
"Is that what’s the matter with Rod
ney?" he asked. “Is this sort of’ —a
gesture with his head took in the table
“caramel diet beginning to go
against his teeth 7'
"He had to work tonight,” Rose
said. "He was awfully sorry he could
n't come.” She smiled just a little
ironically as she said it, and exagger
ated by a hair’s breath, perhaps, the
purely conventional nature of the re
ply.
"Yes." he observed, "that’s what we
say. Sometimes it gets us off and
sometimes it doesn't.”
"Well, it got him off tonight,” she
said. “He was pretty impressive. He
said there was a ruling decision
against Mm and be had to make some
sort of distinction so that the decision
wouldn't rule. Do you know what
that means? - I, don't.”
"Why didn't you ask him?" Ran
dolph wanted to know.
“I did, and he said he couldn’t ex
plain it, but that it would take a
month. So of course there wasn’t
time.”
“I thought,” said Randolph, “that he
used to talk law to you by the hour."
The button wasn’t on the foil that
time, because the thrust brought blood
—n bright flush into her cheeks and a
sudden brightness into her eyes that
would have induced him to relent if
she hadn’t followed the thing up of
her own accord.
“I wish you'd tell me something,”
she said. “I expect you know better
than anyone else I could ask. Why
it is that husbands and wives can’t
talk to each other? Imagine what this
table would be if the husbands and
wives sat side by side!”
The cigarettes came around just
then, and he lighted one rather de
liberately, at one of the candles, before
he answered.
"I am under the impression,” he
said, “that husbands and wives can
talk exactly as well as any other two
people. Exactly as well, and uo bet
ter. The necessary conditions for real
Conversation are a real interest in and
knowledge of a common subject;
ability on the part of both to con
tribute something toward that subject.
Well, if a husband and wife can meet
those terms, they can talk. But the
joker is, as our legislative friend over
there would say”—he nodded down the
table toward a young millionaire of
altruistic principles, who had got
elected to the state assembly “the
joker is that a man and a woman who
aren’t married, and who are moderate
ly attracted to each other, can talk,
or seem to talk, without meeting those
conditions.”
“Seem to talk?” she questioned.
“Seem to exchange ideas mutually.
They think they do, but they don’t.
It’s pure illusion, that’s the answer.”
“I’m not clever, really,” said Rose,
"and I don’t know much, and I simply
don’t understand. Will you explain it,
in short words” —she smiled —“since
we’re not married, you know?”
He grinned back at her. “All right,”
he said, “since we’re not married, 1
will. We’ll take a hypothetical case.
We’ll take Darby and Joan. They en
counter each other somewhere, and
something about them that men have
written volumes about and never ex
plained yet, sets up. They arrest each
other’s attention—get to thinking about
each other, are strongly drawn to
gether.
“It’s not quite the oldest and most
primitive thing in the world, hut near
ly. Only, Darby and Joan aren’t prim
itive people. Each of them Is carry
ing a perfectly enormous superstruc
ture of Ideas and Inhibitions, emo
tional refinements, and capacities, and
the attraction Is so disguised that they
don’t recognize It.
“Absence of common knowledge and
common interests only makes Darby
and Joan fall victims to the very dan
gerous illusion that they’re intellec
tual companions. They think they’re
having wonderful talks, when all they
are doing is making love.”
“And poor Joan,” said Rose, after
a palpable silence, but evenly enough,
“who has thought all along that she
was attracting a man by her intelli
gence and her understanding, and all
that, wakes up to find that she’s been
married for her long eyelashes, and
her nice voice—and her pretty ankles.
That’s a little hard on her, don’t you
think, If she’s been taking herself
seriously?”
“Nine times in ten.” he said, “she’s
fooling herself. She’s taken her own
ankles much more seriously than she
has her mind. She’s capable of real
sacrifices for them. Intelligence she
regards as a gift. P-he thinks witty
conversation, or bright letters to a
friend, are real exercises of her mind
—real work. But work isn’t clone like
that. Work’s overcoming something
that resists: and there’s strain in it,
and pain and discouragement.”
In her cheeks the red flared up
brighter. She smiled again—not her
own smile—one, at any rate, that was
new to her. “You don’t ‘solve an In
tellectual problem.’ then,” she quoted.
‘by having your hand held, or your
eyes kissed?’ ”
Whereupon he shot a look at her
and observed that evidently he wasn’t
as much of a pioneer as he thought.
She did not rise to this cast, how
ever. “All right,” she said ; “admitting
that her ankles are serious and her
mind isn’t, what is Joan going to do
about it?”
“It’s easier to say what she's not to
do,” te decided, after hesitating a mo
ment. “Her fatal mistake will be to
despise her ankles without disciplining
bdr mind. If she will take either
one of them seriously, or both for
that matter it's possible she’ll do
very well.”
He could, no doubt, have continued
upon the theme indefinitely, but the
table turned the other way just then
and Rose took up an alleged conver
sation with the man at her right which
lasted until they left the table, and
included such topics as indoor golf,
woman’s suffrage, the new dances,
Bernard Shaw, Campanini, and the
political parties; with a perfectly
appropriate and final comment upon
each.
Rose didn't care. She was having a
wonderful time —anew kind of won
derful time. No longer gazing, big
eyed like little Cinderella, at a pag
eant some fairy godmother's wbim had
admitted her to. but consciously gazed
upon; she was the show, tonight, and
she knew it. Her low, finely modu
lated voice, so rich in humor, so varied
in color, had tonight an edge upon it
ihat carried it beyond those she was
immediately speaking to. and drew
looks that found it hard to get away
again. For the first time in her life,
with full self-consciousness, she was
producing effects, thrilling with the
exercise of a power as <jch dient to
her will as i-lectricity ;o the manipu
lator of a switchboard.
She was like a persm driving an
airplane, able to move in all th’ve
dimensions. Pretty soon, of coarse,
she'd nave co come back to earth,
where certain monstrously terrifying
questions were waiting for her.
CHAPTER VIII.
*
Rodney Smiled.
The next day, Rose took two steps
toward making herself her husband’s ;
intellectual companion.
From a university catalog she pick
ed out the names of half a dozen ele
mentary textbooks on law, and then
went to a bookstore and bought them.
She had taken her determination
during the endless waking hours of
the night: she was going to study law
—study it with all her might!
The other step was to go and hear
Rodney's argument in court that day.
She was successful in slipping into the
rear of the courtroom —up on the
eighth floor of the Federal building—
without attracting her husband’s at
tention ; and for two hours and a half
she listened, with mingled feelings, to
his argument. There was no use pre
tending that she could follow her hus
band’s reasoning. Listening to it had
something the same effect upon her
as watching some enormous, com
plicated, smooth-running mass of ma
chinery. She was conscious of the
power of it, though ignorant of what
made it go, and of what it was ac
complishing.
The three stolid figures behind the
high mahogany bench seemed to be
following it attentively, though they
irritated her bitterly, sometimes, by in
dulging in whispered conversations.
And, presently, he just stopped talk
ing and began stacking up his notes.
She Listened With Mingled Feelings
to His Argument.
The oldest judge mumbled something,
everybody stood up, aud the three stiff,
formidable figures filed out by a side
door. It was all over.
But nothing had happened!
Rose had expected to leave the
courtroom in the blissful knowledge
of Rodney’s victory or the acceptance
of his defeat. In her surprise over the
failure of this climax to materialize,
she almost neglected to make her es
cape before he discovered her there.
One practical advantage she had
gained out of what was, on the whole,
a rather unsatisfactory afternoon. When
she had gone home and changed into
the sort of frock she thought he’d like
and come down-stairs in answer to his
shouted greeting from the lower hall,
she didn’t say, as otherwise she would
have done, “ How did it come out
Roddy? Did you win?”
Iu the light of her newly acquired
knowledge she could see how a question
of that sort would irritate him. In
stead of that, she said: “You dear old
boy, how dog-tired you must be! How
do you think it went? Do you think
you impressed them? I bet you did!"
And, not having been rubbed the
wrong way by a foolish question, he
held her off with both hands for a
moment, then hugged her up and told
her she was a trump. “I had a sort
of uneasy feeling,” he confessed, “that
after last night—the way I threw you
out of my office, fairly, I’d find you—
tragic. I might have known I could
count on you. Is there anywhere
we have got to go? Or can we just
stay home?”
He didn’t want to flounder through
an emotional morass. And thje as
sumption that she couldn’t walk beside
him on the main path of his life was
just and sensible. But it wasn't good
enough for Rose.
So the very next morning she strip
ped the cover off the first of the law
books she had bought, and really went
to work. She bit down, angrily, the
yawns that blinded her eyes with tears;
she made desperate efforts to flog her
mind into grappling with the endless
succession of meaningless pages
spread out before her, to find a germ
of meaning somewhere in it that would
bring the dead verbiage to life. She
was very secretive about it; developed
an almost morbid fear that Rodney
would discover what she was doing
and laugh his big laugh at her. She
resisted innumerable questions she
wanted to propound to him, from a
fear that they’d betray her secret.
She even forbore to ask him about
the case; it was The Case in her mind
—the one she knew about.
She discovered in the newspaper,
one day, a column summary of court
decisions that had been handed down;
and though The Case wasn’t in it, she
kept, from that day forward, a careful
watch, discovered where the legal news
was printed, and never overlooked a
paragraph. And at last she found
it —just the bare statement: “Judg
ment affirmed.” Rodney, she knew,
had represented the appellant. He
was beaten.
For a moment the thing had bruised
her like a blow. And then, all at once,
in the indrawing of a single breath,
she saw it differently. She saw she
couldn't help him out of his intellec
tual quandaries—yet. But under ihe
discouragement and lassitude ot de
feat, couldn't she help him? She re
membered how many times she had
gone to him fqr help like that, and.
most notably, during the three or four
days of an acute illness of her moth
er's, when she had been brought face
to face with the monstrous, incredible
possibility of losing her, how she had
clung to him, how his tenderness had
soothed and quieted her.
He had never come to her like that.
She knew now it was a thing she had
unconsciously longed for. And to
night she’d have a chancel There was
a mounting excitement in her, as the
hours passed—§ thrilling suspense,
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Fur two lnmr> iiuu ;u.. ......... -„*■
listened for his latchkey, anil, when
at last she heard it. she stole down
the stairs. He didn't shout her name
from the hall, as he *ften did.
He didn’t hear her roming. and she
got a look at his face as lie stood at
the tahle absently turning over some
mail that lay there. He looked tired,
she thought.
Rose tries hard to keep track
of her husband's professional la
bors and to be mentally interest
ing to him. but she doesn’t make
much headway. Unusual devel
opments in their relations are
pictured in the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WOMEN NOT MOST GARRULOUS
Writer Calls Attention to Truth Which
Is an Indictment of the
Sterner Sex.
We men are accustomed to deride
the garrulity of women: yet I doubt
if women under the sun could com
pete in loquacity with a pair or trio
or quartet of young men engaged in
the exchange of views on metaphysics,
literature or art. We two or three or
four spent ambrosial nights, Robert
M. Gray writes in the Atlantic. There
were -no problems too knotty, no
reaches of hypothesis too vast for us
to attempt.
That was a time of life to remem
ber, when the mind was growing like
corn in hot weather. It is a pleasant
thought that all over the land there are
little bands of youths doing as we did.
I get wind of one now aud then—some
hoy with ail the fire and foolishness,
some girl with all the sensibility and
sentimentalities, by a chance look or
word carries me back, as a whiff of li
lacs or mignonette can transport us
into our childhood.
He Is a poor man who never was
foolish. It is appalling to think over
! what lie has missed. lam glad that
] there was a time when 1 was oranis
| dent; that there was a time when tn
opinion was attractive because it was
radical, and the “miserable little vir
tue of prudence" was not a part of
my moral code. I think it makes me
more charitable toward youth.
Whether it does or not. there can lie
no doubt that the surest corrective
and sweetener of life is a vivid
memory.
Cured of Borrowing.
“Well, I've found v. way to stop my
! neighbors from borrowing,” said a
young suburban matron gleefully,
j “You see,” she explained, “we are not
j near any store, and, of course, some
• times one has to depend on a neighbor
lin an emergency. But my particular
1 neighbor seemed to have such etnerg
i encies nearly every day. And it was
usually vinegar that she wanted. Now
! we are particular about our vinegar,
and get the best variety, and of course
I when Mrs. Neighbor asked for vinegar
we gave her our best. But when she
returned it she sent a very cheap
grade, which we were unable to use,
and were obliged to throw out.
“This was repeated so often that we
began to wear.v of it. and suddenly a
bright idea struck me. I carefully
i poured her cheap vinegar into a bottle
i and saved it. Next time she asked me
j to lend her vinegar I sent her own to
her. The cure worked. -She has never
asked for another drop, and I sup
pose she thinks I aiu a mean sort of
! neighbor. But I don't care."—Ex
change.
The Only Nature College.
Connecticut l.as the only nature
college in the world, according to the
Hartford Courant. It is located in
Sound Beach, and is known as Ar
cadia. Here a society known as the
Agassiz association, under the leader
ship of Prof. Edward F. Bigelow, is
trying to carry out the dream of the
famous Louis Agassiz for the study of
nature in its varied manifestations
from flower to insect. The college has
a library of 2,000 volumes dealing with
nearly every subject which has to do
with nature. There are uo paid teach-
J ers and nc set fees for students, who
; may seek in Arcadia information on
; fossils, bugs, plants, glaciers, birds, di
gestion, horticulture, diseases of
plants and a multitude of other sub
jects.
Cats and Dogs.
If any man knows why there should
be a tax on dogs and none on cats, let
him step forward and explain. Cats
spread disease a thousand times worse
than dogs. Cats climb trees and catch
birds, while even a bird dog will do no
worse than point toward them. Cats
bite as often as dogs and they scratch
a great deal more frequently. A-black
cat crossing your path is bad luck, and
you never give a black dog a second
thought. There is no reason why dogs
should be discriminated against. If
there is to be a law imposing a tax on
dogs, there should be an amendment
that will include cats from the time
their eyes are open until they give tip
the last of their nine lives. —Columbus
Republican.
Cows That Bathe.
It Is reported that almost every day
an unusual scene may be witnessed
on Loch Duich, Rosshire, New Bruns
wick, where a number of cows swim
over to an island in the loch, about
200 yards from the mainland, feed
there and retu; u in the evening. They
are never driven, but take their bath
entirely of their own free will. If the
wind is against them on their return
journey, and the sea is rough, it some
times is necessary for a man to put
out in a boat and help them over in
turn by holding out his hand under
each cow’s chin, since they become
dazed if the sea dashes in their faces,
and swim in circles instead of going
straight ahead.
Cooking With Acetylene.
Motorists on tours, whose cars are fit
ted with an acetylene gas tank for
lighting, may now enjoy a well-cooked
meal, while camping, without having
to carry an alcohol stove or make a
wood fire. They simply take the new
"hot plate” supplied by the same com
pany that furnishes the gas tank, and
—presto', a first-class gas stove is
ready. As acetylene gas gives an in
tensely hot flame, the holes from
which the gas issues are very small
and an hour's cooking requires only
three and one-half feet of gas, at an
average cost of about ten cents an
hour.
Aftermath.
“Pa, what comes after Easterr
asked Tommy Dubwaite.
“A flock of bills, son.” answered Mr.
Dubwaite. with a glanc; at Mrs. Pr-b
--\yaite. who sniffed but said nothing.
Four-fifths of the world's coffee la
raised in Brazil,
TOUCH ORIENT
Chinese Influence on Clothes Es
pecially Noted This Season.
In Negligee Garments Tendency la
Even More Pronounced Than
in Outdoor Frocks.
The vogue for things Oriental Is
strong this season. The Chinese in
fluence on clothes is especially noted.
Many modish garments for daytime
wear carry a Chinese note, minor or
otherwise, in the color blending, deco
ration, etc., but in negligee garments
-die tendency to favor these things is
even more pronounced.
The sketch illustrates a boudoir suit
combining a richly embroidered little
■mandarin coat and comfortable little
ankle-length trouser- cut after the
Chinese fashion, quite straight and in
nocent of flare, frill or fullness. The
coat proper may be Chinese blue satin
embroidered in dragon, bat cr other
design in metal threads, the coat band
ed in black satin matching the trou
sers. As shown, a three-inch-wide
band of blue finishes the trousers, but
if desired they may be merely faced
with blue and a band of motifs of
metal thread embroidery furnishes the
decorative feature.
Trousered boudoir garments are de
cidedly the fad of the moment. In ad
dition to the Chinese and Japanese
effects, gorgeous Turkish trouser
boudoir costumes are shown and other
bifurcated garments for negligee wear
show old-lashioned frilled pantalets of
ankle length, accompanied by silk or
lace coats. Women no longer swathe
themselves iu the gorgeously trained
boudoir robes that held sway for many
years when they wish to relax and
make themselves “comfy” for an after
noon nap. They prefer, rather, the
simpler things, dainty and of rich ma
terials, but, nevertheless, real loung-
Real Chinese Boudoir Garment.
f ng garments, and certainly this season
the seal of approval has been set upon
garments of the trouser type.
The Chinese coat shown is as sim
ple as possible to cut and make,
very effective imitation Chinese efn
broidery may be attained by the gen
erous use of gold thread plus a gener
ous stock of patience.
UNDERBODIES VARY IN TYPE
That for Use With Finer Blouse Not
Best to Wear Under the Waist
That Is Washable.
The underbodice worn with a blouse
of georgette crepe or chiffon is not at
all the same type that 13 worn under
a linen or cotton affair.
Under the finer blouses the glori
fied corset cover is made of pussy-wil
low, or some other soft silk, of net or
of silk voile. Under the blouse that is
washable a cotton underbodice, but
one that is always dainty, is more cor
rect.
A novel idea to wear under rather
elaborate blouses is to use a wide piece
of ribbon, large enough to go around
the body like a girdle. This is held
on over the shoulders by the regula
tion ribbon straps. The wide ribbon
is fitted, into the waist by taking up
little seams all around, and these
seams are hemstitched by machine.
This little underbodice buttons in the
back.
Another bodice is made like the old
fashioned corset covers our grand
mothers wore, with round necks, wide
armholes and infinitesimal extension
sleeves. It is gathered into the waist
by two strings run through invisible
folds and closes in the back. These
corset covers are pretty in batiste for
wear under washable blouses. In some
models the back is cut in surplice
crossed and brought back to the front
In a belt that ties with ribbons in front.
The simple embroidery scattered over
the surface will not interfere with
any on the blouse which may be worn
o, 7 er it.
FASHION’S FANCIES
Rust red is a favored color.
Yellow is the smartest of colors this
season.
Many of the smart gingham frocks
pushing their way into prominence
are made with short sleeves.
Wrist puffs add a crisp daintiness
to summer frocks of printed voiles. An
a rule, the puffs are of white organdie
and are tied with black velvet ribbon.
Picoting forms the finish for the bot
tom of many nightgowns. The touch
is al=o added to the sleeves and neck.
Very beautiful are the new pearl
buttons, in which rainbow tint® are
noticeable. These are an ef ct ve
trimming on new wash skirts.
Fringe edging the bottom of white
washable skirts is attracting a great
deal of a Mention. White floss em
broidery is also being used on these
skirts.
Very quaint Is a pin-striped laven
der voile blouse. Pin tucks down the
front and down the sleeves make the
color more pronounced. White or
gandie collars and cuffs have violets *
embroidered on
NONE TOO URGE FOR THIS
—......
Women who think they are too
large to wear separate blouses and
skirts, please take notice! This be
coming costume shows what has been
done to give the large figure the slen
der effects achieved by the sveltline
system of designing.
SOME HINTS TO HOSTESSES
Novel Ideas in Place Cards Will Fur
nish Pleasant Surprises to
Luncheon Guests.
Every one likes to be surprised, if
the surprise is a pleasant one. Guests
especially are pleased with novel, un
expected things.
Although there Is nothing else in
such good taste in the way of a place
card as a pi Kin white one with the
name of the guest written upon it,
hostesses often wish for something
new.
A luncheon surprise which will
cause much pleasure may be devised
by any clever hostess with a little in
genuity.
This is one novel way: •
Before giving a luncheon, borrow se
cretly from the families of the guests
you 1 expect to entertain their own baby
pictures. *
Announce as the guests enter the
dining room:
“Although there are no place cards,
I am sure that each one will find her
place without difficulty.”
In the endeavor to do so much mer
riment is caused.
Pretty souvenirs, as well as place
cards, may be gotten up In the follow
ing way. but must be planned for some
time ahead:
With a kodak snap at different
times pictures of your friends. You
might ask them to arrange their hair
in novel ways.
Tint them delicately and mount on
cards like miniatures.
No names would be necessary, for
each guest would r-cognize her own
face beside her place at table.
GIRLS LIKE OLD-TIME CAPES
Slim Debutantes Enthusiastic Over
# Ample Wraps That Were Only
for Elderly a Season Ago.
It is amusing to note the number of
old-ladyfied capes that come out of the
theaters on matinee days. That is, the
capes would have been deemed old
ladyfied a season ago; now they are
tremendously the thing and are the
last word in smartness, says a fashion
writer. And it is the slim little debu
tantes who are wild over these ample
wraps.
Avery stunning model Is of dark
blue serge, with slaslres from shoulder
to hip outlined by closely set t one but
tons. At the front, the cape Is held
in to the figure by a knotted sash that
passes through the slashes and under
the loose back portion. From the hack
view the cape is a cape only—long,
with ripple fullness from shoulder to
skirt hem, and the skirt hem is long,
too —quite to the ankle in many
though one never falls to see a pretty
and patrician little buttoned boot or
pump under the skirt’s edge.
Boots are just as Important as ever,
though skirts certainly do cover them
a deal more than last season. The
younger women have almost all dis
carded black boots for the street. One
sees white buttoned boots and gray
and bisque buttoned boots under tai
lored suits or frocks of light or dark
material.
Feathers on Shoes.
A novelty is feather trimming on
footwear. This is in the form of ro
settes and similar decorations at the
toes. Evening slippers in white and
other light shades in satin or kid show
matching feathers of black and white
combinations. There are pumps in va
rious colors to go with afternoon
frocks, and they are trimmed with
feather rosettes in matching colors.
Indian Effects Noted.
Apropos of Indian things certain
manufacturers are exploiting American
Indian designs in embroideries, simple
primitive designs in bright colors,
sometimes very effective. They are
shown in wide and narrow band trim
mings, borders and motifs.
Remarkably good bead embroidery
bandings and motifs are offered, also
better in color and design than any
that has been offered before. The best
of tnese are of course expensive, but
they may be applied in such fashion
that they look as though embroidered
upon the nraterial, and a little of this
sort of thing goes a long way.
Hats of Crepe and Straw.
Georgette crepe combined with straw
forms many of the pretty new summer
hats. For instance, the crown and part
of the brim top may be of the geor- j
gette crepe; the underbrim and
a small portion of the brim may be
of leghorn.
Such hats will be much In evidence
during the coming season, and will j
mostly be made up in light and gay :
colorings, though the soft light pinks j
perhaps will predominate.
THEIR TWO WAYS
\
Women Shoppers Show There Are!
Two Methods ef Killing a Cat.
One Geta Grudging Service by Sharp:
Demands While Other Wins Sales
girl by Her Pleasant Words.
\
It was three days before Christmas,
In many departments of Bolivar &
Clark’s great store girls with tired
eyes were trying, usually with pa
tience, to serve the never-ending line
of customers. In the gingham depart
ment, however, the clerks were having
an easy time. Few persons buy ging
hapns at Christmas time. The girls,
grown careless, were talking together,
taking it for granted that any chance
visitor to the department was on hrr
way to the silk department beyond.
So it happened that two women
stood for several minutes in front of
the seersuckers without being noticed.
Presently one of them walked across
to the group where Madge Harkness
was graphically describing the Christ
mas that she would have If she had
a thousand dollars to spend. Her
voice cut sharply through Madge’s gay
tone.
“I want to see seersuckers, and I
have no time to waste. Will one of
you come and watt upon me, or shall
I call a floorwalker?” j
A hot color flamed in Madge’s faeeJ
She turned at once and began taking
doun seersuckers. She answered ev-j
ery question distinctly; there was notj
a thing with which her customer could]
find fault, and yet her whole manner
radiated antagonism. When she took;
the order she shrugged her shoulders)
behind her customer’s back.
“The old cat!" she said to Minnie)
Dixon, as her customer left. “I’d like!
to fling the seersucker at her head.'
I’d like to put her behind the counter,
to wait up'-n herself. Wouldn’t she]
be a sweet one? She’d be fired at the
end of the first day.”
Just then the other womnn stepped
up to the counter. She was a little,
white-haired, old lady, but there was a
twinkle in her eyes. She smiled Into
Madge’s sullen face with a warm-)
hearted friendliness.
“I hoDe you won’t mind ray saying)
It,” sl.e remarked, “but what pretty)
girls you have at this counter! Old!
ladies love to see them, vmu know."
For a moment Madge stared. Then)
she began to laugh, and the old ladyj
laughed with her.
“Of course, I’d have to give you any-i
thing you want for that,” she said.
“Of course,” the old lady agreed,)
twinkling again, “I expected you to.)
But all the same,” she added, when her)
order was taken and she was turning)
away, "I meant It, too.”
“Taffy!” Madge exclaimed as she)
went back to the others. “But I be-l
lleve she meant it. Anyway, it rnadei
you feel good. Who’d have thought am
old lady like that would be so foxy!”
The old lady herself was smiling as)
she went toward the elevator, but it)
was a tender smile, for she really}
loved girls.
And the interested bystander who)
had seen it all went on her way smiM
ing, too. —Youth’s Companion.
“Putting Off."
Give up the very unwise habit o£
“putting off.” Putting off will result
only in your giving up your good In
tentions. There is never any time llkei
the present, and no matter how busy
a woman may be, she can always findl
time to show some little kindness or
extend some little courtesy that may)
be the means of cheering or strength-*
ening another around her less strong-!
willed.
Putting off until tomorrow what you i
could do today Is a sure way to upset
things in general, for procrastination 1
surely the thief of time. Before one|
realizes just how It happened the days
have flown by and we have not ac
complished one-haif the things we had
intended to.
There is no time like the presents
and If we were wise we would use
every minute we are sure of instead olj
“putting off” until that future that
may not come. —Exchange.
I i
Making Life Joyous.
It is not the great tragedies which
make life so disappointing. It Is far
more the lack of the world that might
perfectly well have been spoken, the
letter which might have been written, 1
the visit that might have been paid.
It takes very little sometimes to set
life at the full again, and when our
hearts do leap with joy it is more often
than not because something old
flourished again. Why hunt up novel
ties when by just a touch on some old
'spring the whole world will look like
anew world to someone you know?
Is there one of us who does not know
two or three exact spots where lie can
make that bon- >u? ii m
Water-Wagon Revolutionists.
In the course of a conversation with
one who was In Petrograd at the time,
staying at the hotel which served as
headquarters for the revolutionary
party, I heard two or three significant
facts, says a writer in the Westmin
ster Gazette. One throws light on the
morale of the troops who carried out
the coup d’etat. The Hotel Astoria,
three doors off, had served as a nest
for the reactionaries, and was sacked
by order, but when the troops came to
its extensive wine cellars, they carried
every drop of its contents to the street
and poured them into the gutter.
DON’T WORRY ABOUT PIMPLES
Because Cuticura Quickly Remove#
Them—Trial Fre*e.
On rising and retiring gently smear
the face with Cuticura Ointment. Wash
off the Ointment In five minutes with
Cuticura Soap and hot water, using
plenty of Soap. Keep your skin clear
by making Cuticura your every-day
toilet preparations.
Free sample each by mall with Book.
Address postcard, Cuticura, Dept. L,
Boston. Sold everywhere.—Adv.
The Proper Place.
“The post office department ought to
have charge, instead of the war office,
of this conscription.”
“The post office? Why so?”
“Isn’t it a matter of registered
males?”
If there is one thing sensible people
dislike more thar another It is to hear
a man boast of what he Is going to do.
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