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OF THE THREE BARS BY KATE AND VIRGIL D.BOYLES COPYQIGHT BY A C MtCLUQG St CO. 1907 SYNOPSIS. rj<-or«e Wllllaton. h poor ranchman, high-minded and cultured, marchaH for cattle tulMslng from his ranch—the *l.uxy H." On a wooded spot In the river’s bed that would have been an Island had the Missouri been at high water, he discovers a band of horse thieves engaged In work ing over brands on cuttle. He creeps near enough to note the changing of the “Three liars” brand on one steer to the “J. R.” brand. Paul Langford, the rich owner of the "Three liars” ranch is sent for by Wllliston and is informed of the operations of the gang of cattle thieves a Earn! of outlaws headed by Jesse ltluck. who long have defied tin* law and author ities of Kemuh county. South Dakota, with Impunity, but who, heretofore, had not dured to molest any of the property of the great "Three Bars” ranch. VVillls ton shows his reluctancy In opposing a bund so powerful in polities and so dreuded by all the community. Langford pledges Wllliston his friendship If he will usslst In bringing "Jesse Black" and his gang to Justice. Langford is struck with tin* beauty of Mary, commonly known us "Willlston's little girl.” Louise Dale, an expert court stenographer, who had followed Iter uncle. Judge Hammond Dale, from the east to the "Dakotahs.” and who is living with him at Wind City. Is requested by the county attorney. Rlchurd (Jordon. to come to Kemuh and tuke testimony In the preliminary hear ing of Jesse Black. She accepts tin 1 Invi tation and makes her first trip Into the wild Indian country. Arriving at Velpen across the river from Kemah. she Is met by Jim Munson, a hot headed cowhoy of the "Three Bars” ranch. In waiting for the train Munson looks at some cattle In the stock pen. In the herd being shipped to Sioux City by Bill Brown he detects old "Mag" a well known "onery” steer belonging to his employer of the “Three Bars” ranch. Munson and start for Kemah. They take lunch at the Bon Ami restaurant, conducted by Mrs. Hig gins. a great admirer of Richard Cordon, the county attorney. Louise is told of a meat poisoning plot which resulted in the Illness of Wllliston. Langford anil other witnesses for Nhe state In the cattle thief case against Jesse Black. A buckbonrd tries to block the way of Munson's team at the entrance to pontoon bridge across the river. Munson crowds past the htick board team wrecking the huckhoard. They arrive at Willlston's. Crowds as semble in Justleo James R. McAllister's court for the preliminary hearing. Jesse Black springs the first of many great surprises, waiving examination. Through Jake Sanderson, a member of the out law gang, lie had learned that the steer "Mag” had been recovered and thus saw the uselessness of fighting against being bound over. Richard Gordon, the county attorney who Is unpopular because of his many failures to secure convictions In court, wins the admiration of Ixnilse. which Is mutual. County Attorney (Jor don accompanies Louise Dule on her re turn to Wind City. CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued. "Mrs. Higgins, at tlte Hon Ami,” she continued, smiling. "1 was so hungry when we got to Velpen, though I had eaten a tremendous breakfast at the S. Hut 5 o'clock is au unholy hour at which to eat one's breakfast, isn’t it. and I just couldn't help get ting hungry nil over again. So I per suaded Mary to stop for another cup of coffee. It is ridiculous the way I eat in your country.” "It Is a good country,” he said, sob erly. "It must be—if you can say so.” “Because I have failed, shall I cry out that law cannot be enforced In Kemah county? Sometimes—may it lie soon—there will come a man b!g ynough to make the law triumphant. He will not be I.” He was still smarting from his many set-backs. He had worked hard and had accomplished nothing. At the last term of court, though many cases were tiled, he had not secured one conviction. ”\Ye shall see,” said softly. Her look, straight into his eyes, was a glint of sunshine in dark places. Then she laughed. “Mrs. Higgins said to r.te: ‘Jimmie Mac hain't got the sense he was born with. His little, dried-up brain 'd rattle ‘round in a mustard seed and he’s get tin' shot o' that little so fast it makes my head swim.' She was telling about times when he hadn't acted just fair to you. I am glad—from all I hear — that this was taken out of his hands.” "I can count my friends, the real ones, on one hand. I’m afraid," said Gordon, with a good-humored smile; "and Mrs. Higgins surely is the thumb.” “I am glad you smiled." said Louise. “That would have sounded so bitter if you had not.” "I couldn’t help smiling. You—you have such away. Miss Dale.” It was blunt but it rang true. "It! is true, though, about my friends. If I could convict —Jesse Black, for instance —a million friends would call me blessed. But I can't do It alone. They will not do it; they will not help me do it; they despise me because I can’t do it, and swear at me because 1 try to do it—and there you have the whole situation in a nutshell. Miss Dale.” The sun struck across her face. He reached over and lowered the blind. "Thank you. But it is "vantage In’ now, is it not? You will get justice before Uncle Hammond.” Unconsciously his shoulders straightened. “Yes, Miss Dale, it is "vantage in.' One of two things will come to pass. I shall send Jesse Black over or ” he paused. His eyes, unseeing, were fixed on the gliding landscape as It appeared in rectangular spots through the window in front of them. “Yes. Or ” prompted Louise, softly. “Never mind. It is of no conse quence,” he said, abruptly. “No fear of Judge Dale. Juries are my Water loo." “Is it. then, such a nest of cow ards?” cried Louise, intense scorn in her clear voice. "Yes,” deliberately. "Men are afraid of retaliation —those who are not actually blood-guilty, as you might say. And who can say who is and who is not? But he will be sent over this time. Paul Langford is on Ills trail. Give me two men like Lang ford and that anachronism an hon est man west of the river—Wllliston. and you can have the rest, sheriff and all.” “Mr. Wllliston —he has been unfor tunate, has he not? He is such a gentleman, and a scholar, surely.” ‘Surely. He is one of the finest fellows I know. A man of the most sensitive honor. If such a thing can be, I should say he Is too honest, for his own good. A man can be, you know. There is nothing in the world that cannot be overdone.” She looked at him earnestly. His eyes did not shift. She was satisfied. "Your work belies your words," she said quietly. Dust and cinders drifted In between the slats of the closed blind. Putting her handkerchief to her lips, Louise looked at the dark streuks on it with reproach. “Your South Dakota dirt is so— black," she suid, whimsically. “Better black than yellow, ’ he re torted. "It looks cleaner, now, doesn't it?” "Maybe you think my home a fit dwelling place for John Chinaman," pouted Iyoulse. "Yes —if that will persuade you that South Dakota is infinitely better. Are you open to conviction?" "Never! I should die if I had to stay here.” "You will be going back—soon?" "Some day, sure! Soon? Maybe. Oil. I wish I could. That part of me w’.iich is like Uncle Hammond says. 'Stay.' But that other part of me which is like the rest of us. says, 'What's the use? Go back to your kind. You're happier there. Why should you want to be different? What does it ull amount to?' I am “I Shall Send Jessie Black Over—" afraid I shall be weak enough and foolish enough to go back and—stay." There was a stir in the forward part of the car. A man, hitherto sit ting quietly by the side of an alert wiry little fellow who sat next the aisle, had attempted to bolt the car by springing over the empty seat in front of him and making a dash for the door. It was daring, but in vain. His companion, as agile as he, had seized him and forced him again into his place before the rest of the pas sengers fully understood that the at tempt had really been made. “Is he crazy? Are they taking him to Yankton?" asked Louise, the pretty color all gone from her face. "Did he think to Jump off the train?” "That's John Yellow Wolf, a young half-breed. He's wanted up in the Hills for cattle-rustling—United States court case. That's Johnson with him. deputy United States marshal.” "Poor fellow,” said Louise, pityingly. "Don't waste your sympathy on such as he. They are degenerates—many of these half-breeds. They will swear to anything. They inherit all the I evils of the two races. Good never mixes. Yellow Wolf would swear him self into everlasting torment for a pint of whiskey. You see my cause of complaint? But never think. Miss Dale, that these poor chaps of half breeds, who are hardly responsible, are the only ones who are willing to swear to damnable lies." There was a tang of bitterness in his voice. “Per jury. Miss Dale, perjury through fear of bribery or self-interest. God knows what, it is there I must break, I sup pose, until the day of judgment, un less —I run away.” Louise, through all the working of his smart and sting, felt the quiet re serve strength of this man beside her, and, with a quick rush of longing to do her part, her woman’s part of com forting and healing, she put her hand, small, ungloved, on his rough coat sleeve. “Is that what you meant a while ago? But you don’t mean It, do you? It is bitter and you do not mean it. Tell me that you do not mean it. Mr. Gordon, please," she said, impulsively. Smothering a wild impulse to keep the hand where it had lain such a brief, palpitating while, Gordon re niained silent. God only knows what human longing lie crushed down, what intense discouragement, what sick de sire to lay down his thankless task and flee to the uttermost parts of tho world to bo away from the crying need he yet could not still. Then he answered simply, "I did not mean it. Miss Dale.” And then there did not seem to be anything to say between them for a long while. The half-breed had set tled down with stolid indifference. People had resumed their newspapers and magazines and day dreams after the fleeting excitement. It was very warm. Louise tridd to create a little breeze by (licking her somewhat be grimed handkerchief in front of her face. Gordon took a newspaper from his pocket, folded it and fanned her gently. He was not used to the Httlo graces of life, perhaps, but he did this well. An honest man and a kindly never goes far wrong in any direction. "You must not think. Miss Dale," lie said, seriously, "that it is all bad up here. I am only selfish. I have been harping on my own little corner of wickedness all the while. It is a good land. It will be better before long.” "When?” asked Louise. "When we convict Jesse Black and when our Indian neighbors get over their mania for divorce," he answered, laughing softly. iAJuise laughed merrily, and so tho journey ended as it had begun, with a laugh and a jest. In the judge's runabout, Louise held out her hand. "I’m almost homesick," she cried, smiling. CHAPTER IX. The Attack on the Lazy S. It was late. The August night was cool and sweet after a weary day of intense heat. The door was thrown wide open. It was good to feel tho night air creeping Into the stifling room. There was no light within; and without, nothing but the brilliant stars in the quiet, brooding sky. Wllliston was sitting just within the doorway. Mary, her hands clasped idly around her knees, sat on the doorstep, thoughtfully staring out into the still darkness. There was a stir. "Bedtime, little girl,” said Willis* ton. "Just a minute more, daddy. Must we have a light? Think how the mosquitoes will swarm. Let’s go to bod In the dark.” "We will shut the door, and next summer, little girl, you shall have your screens. I promise that, always providing, of course, Jesse Black leaves us alone.” Had it not been so dark. Mary could have seen the wistful smile on the thin scholarly face. But though she could not see it, she knew it was there. There had been fairer hopes and more generous promises in the past few years. They had all gone the dreary way of Impotent striving, of bitter disappointment. There was little need of light for Mary to read her father's thoughts. “Sure, daddy,” she answered, cheer ily. "And I’ll see that j'ou don't for get. As for Jesse Black, he wouldn't dare with the Three Bars on his trail. Well, if you must have a light, you must,” rising and stretching her firm tleshed young arms far over her head. “You can’t forget you were born in civilization, can you, daddy? I am sure I could be your man in the dark. It you’d let me, a.nJ I always turn your night-shirt right side out before hanging it on your bedpost, and your sheet and spread are turned down, and water right at hand. You funny, funny little father, \vho can't go to bed In the dark.” She was rummaging around a shelf in search of matches. “Now, I have forgotten long since that I wasn’t born on the plains. It wouldn’t hurt me if I had misplaced my nightdress. I've done It,” with a gay little laugh. He must be cheered up at all costs, this buffeted and disap pointed but fine-minded, high-strung and lovable father of hers. “And I haven’t taken my hair down nights since—oh, since months ago, till—oh. we'i—so you see it’s easy enough for me to go to bed in the dark.” (To Be Continued.) THE LEGEND OF ST. PATRICK 'Twas the days of the hedge-school; Mullarky was then At the side of the ditch tho most dreaded of men. Sure the flight of the Bird, or the speed of the hare To watch for a moment there's no one would dare. An’ when circles and squares on tho dirt he would trace. 'Twas amazin’ the lamin' that showed in his face. While the thoughts that revolved In his towsy ould head i Were deep and tremendous, himself often said. Religion, of coorse, was a thame he well knew. | Not your new-fangled notions, but stuff that was true. | Wld that he taught for the sacred ould sod, , Thus helpin’ his kind, an’ so plasin' his God. I Now the seventeenth of March, reck oned then by old style. The Jewel of days in the darling ould isle. Was approachln' an’ so tho good mas ther once more Gave a taste to the byes av his iagends an' lore. Patrick banished the snakes and the sinners, you know. To a place where I hope there will none of us go. 1 That’s the lagend accepted, but I have it right— ! A tale that bates that out o' mind, out o’ sight. At Tara he preached to the king and the chiefs His Decalougues, Catalogues, Psalms and beliefs. Once the king says to Patrick, "The Druids all say That you're settin’ the minds of me Flrholgs astray. How can one be in three, and be one all the time? — Come, laddy-buck, answer in prose or in rhyme.” “That's alsy," says Patrick. "this dear little plant, (Praise God! ’twill be famous the oceans beyant)— Has p stalk all in one, bill divides into three; Yet the shamrock Is one. three in one. don't you see?" "Bedud!" says the king, that bangs Banagher sure. Now, byes (to the Druids), ye now have the flure.” | But the sorra a word could those clargymin -find; 'So from then his respect for the Druids declined. ' Now, Patrick, me byes, you need scarcely be umld. Was funny an’ tricky, though holy an' bould. So now of the Druids he'd got the whip hand ; Bethought him of bl< usings he’d show er on the land. 1 To the king then says he, “For the favors you've shown, i I'll put e'er a back and new legs to your throne. i (Not manin' the lusty disrespect, But you see I The preachers don't speak such plain Irish as we). I In youth a spalpeen taught me herdin' of swine— -1 Your majesty's pardon, the fault was not mine. Let me here introduce the boneen an’ I’ll go bail, | Over the evils of Erin the pig will pre vail.” I Now the Druids held sarpints as sa cred, you see; I In England they la:ned that, betune you an’ me. They would cast up in line sometimes nearly a mile The sods all as one as a sarpint s pro file. When this had been done, sorra one durst complain— Though the land wen- his own and his father*! domain. It was sacred, and then for the sake of his sow]. He must part wid it. barrin’ a sigh or a growl. Then the snakes represented were holy likewise An' bit at their will all the colleens an' byes. Well, the pigs went to rootin', bedad it was fun To watch the ould Druids when their ruin begun. The-Great Men of Erin. Who can forget tße great seats of learning which adorned Ireland before the period of her strife? These drew men from far and wide to drink from the fountains of her knowledge, to sit In the light of her leaders of thought, and to receive from her lessons of sci ence, as men came from all parts of Egypt to receive the full ear of corn from Joseph. Are not tho names of Sheridan, Oliver Goldsmith and Tom Moore an ornament to the world's lit erature? And who can read the speeches of Curran. Grattan and Shell and fail to recognize true eloquence, or those of Edmund Burke and Daniel O’Connell and not realize what Ire land might have been under favorable conditions. Settled That Allegation. A Nevada Judge, being told by an attorney that he was no gentleman, proved the contrary by battering the attorney's face with the statutes in such cases made and provided. It is perhaps too much to expect a man with oold feet to extend the warm fend of fellowship. Wid faces of fury and hearts fult of hate They would curse the deux pigs, I'm ashamed to relate. They invoked all the plunets and' far as thc< knew. The fixed stars and 1 comets, the sun and moon. too. Next the wraiths that inhabit the winds and the floods. Then they danced holy jigs in the scantiest of duds. Ilut the pigs took no notice, but ate all the more. And the Druids saw Fate was now hard by the door. Then they prayed to the giants that ravaged the Isle When ten foot of spine was the height of the style. There was one who from Mona oft waded to Wales. And one who in coughin’ produced the wild gales. Another In sport tried to bridgo the broad say. The Causeway in Ulster bears witness to-day. Then the one who at Powerscourt drank up the fall, An’ the one who complained "Devil's Howl" was too small. The priests cursed the pigs loud and long, but no matter, On the snakes and their eggs they grew fatter and fatter. Oh, those were great times when the factions forgot What side they were of. aud what side they were not. The thousand would follow all jeerin' the while The Druids who could them no longer beguile. When rivers they’d reach as the Mann or the Hoyne, Baptized, they the ranks of believers would Join. It was Patrick ulanna, me turn at ye plaise Wid guyin’ an’ Gospel the land was ablaze. Such dippln' an' plungin', baptizin', confessin’, Such prayin' an' preachin’, such prim pin’ nn' dresHln*! It was good for their souls and their bodies' by token— The record for bathing his saictchip had broken. And thousands who’d never been lath ered or rubbed. Had their skins an’ their sowls now most thoroughly scrubbed. For the saint told them plainly for e'er they were shriven. That nothing onclanely was welkim in heaven. So the pigs ate the snakes and rooted up eggs From the round hill of Howth down to Hully-kll begs, "That's Aisy, Says Patrick, This Deal Little Plant.” From the Gap of Dunloe to the Glen o' the Downs, And Slleb-na-mon grandly Killarney's lake crowns. There was rootin’ an’ preachin’ an’ laughter an’ prayer. No wonder for Satan to leave must prepare. For barrln’ the Saxon and whisky I'll say— Saint Patrick has rid us of evil to-day. So now you all know how the snakes met their doom. And the class will Its studies in Gaelic resume. Perplexing Dog Question. Winfield is sore perplexed. The question which is now agitating the minds of the people there is whether Frank Mendenhall’s bulldog committed suicide or died in a foolish effort to keep friends from harm. The pup was with a gang of men who were setting off dynamite charges. When they lit the fuses for the first charge they nat urally ran to a place of safety. The dog went with them part of the way, but turned back and began to fight the burning fuses. He chased them up until they got right to the charge and then —well, the rest of this tale is too sorrowful to relate. There was not enough of his dogship left to permit of a burial.—Kansas City Journal. Gladly Received the Word. From the entry of St. Patrick, bear ing the message of peace and good will, Ireland's record assumes a more precise form. The efforts of the apos tle of Ireland were attended with a success at once pleasing and astound ing. And the docility with which the people submitted to the word preached by him is an evidence of their high regard for natural virtu#. WOMAN SPHERE HAVE NO SLEEVES FEATURE OF SPRING MODELS IN JACKETS. For Wear with Afternoon Costumes, Garments Are More Like Capes —Allow Display of Front, of the Bodice. Among the imported models of rath i r elaborate spring costumes are three . iece suits which have a new feature that renders them both more attrac tive and more comfortable than the three-piece suits of the past. The now Idea is to have the elaborate Jacket worn with these suits to match, not the material of the gown, but its trim ming. FRESHENING UP CLOTH SUITS. Damage Done by Rough Weather Not Hard to Put Right. About this season the sunshine and the lengthening days disclose the dam age done one’s street clothes by win ter's stormH. Until tried, one fails to realize what an amount of freshening up a little strapping with a well-select ed braid will do on a cloth suit, espe cially on those with plaited skirts where the plait edges are looking a wee bit shabby, and the coat seams correspond. A braid of half-inch width means but half the labor of soutache, for two rows of the latter must be sewed on for any good result or to properly conceal the threadbare look ut seams. If the skirt Is in wide enough plaits, say, for instance, from three to five Inches at ending a little above kme, the half-inch braid con bo chosen. This must be put almost at the extreme edge and sewed on both sides to look like the work of a tailor. Just above where the stitching stops and the plait stops turn the braid sharply toward the back of the plait and end it in a neatly-shaped point at two-thirds the width of the plait. If the plaits aro narrow, use two rows of soutache very close together, and get the very narroy, fine kind the tailors put on their gowns. These can be combined In a button effect and placed where the braid ends, for other wise the soutache would look too skimpy if taken across the plait. AGAIN THE SAMPLER STITCH. Patterns cf Long Ago Favorites for Modern Fancy Work. The dear, queer old sampler stitch is "In" again for fancy work. If you hnve one of these monuments to ruined eye-sight tucked away in the storeroom, do get it out ns a model. Pillows, cushions and little holders are worked in the old fashioned trees an< triangles over which our grand mothers pricked their fingers and worked so assiduously In the days when the world was much younger than now. Far more taste is, however, shown, as a rule, in the choice of colors, and the rainbow tints are neat ly blended in very artistic patterns. There Is something wonderfully fas cinating in taking up the old styles over which these dear souls found so much interest. There Is little wonder that the granddaughters and great granddaughters take so much Interest in what was Just as fascinating, per haps. to those who made the original sampler patterns. Copenhagen Blue Pansies. Pansies still hold their own in the realm of millinery. large moon faced examples In pale Copenhagen blue proving a formidable rival to the rich browns and yellows, while violets are by no means eliminated from all the newest schemes of headgear. YOUR SHOES AND STOCKINGS. Important Articles of Wear When Comfort Is Considered. New stockings make tho feet feel mbre comfortable and In these days of low-price hose one need not wear stockings that are mended. It is much better to wear fresh stockings fitted to the foot. The stocking should not be long enough to make a crease in the shoe. Hut It should not be ehort. Short stockings are responsible for the bunion. They cramp the foot. Tight shoes are mirrored in a wom an's expression. There never lived a woman who could wear tight shoes without frowning. Tight shoes are re sponsible for the early destruction of many a case of youthful beauty. Feet that are hopelessly out of sorts can be treated by the ventilating sys tem. A woman whose feet were in bad shape took the ventilating course of treatment. She wore sandals when in the house and whenever alone in her boudoir •he wore her feet bare. In a short These costumes are made of voile or similarly light-weight spring-llko material and trimmed with cloth of tho same color. The coats, which aro pnrt of the costume, are made of tho cloth which trims the gown. Tho ar rangement is not only very smart, but very sensible as well, because a cloth coat worn with so thin a gown is a more suitable weight for spring than a three-piece cloth costume, which is generally much too warm, or a three piece voile costume, which may on oc casion lack the nccossnry woigth. These coats or Jackets to be worn with afternoon costumes are sleeve less, and the elaborate sleeve of tho waist, which usually Is composed largelj*. If not entirely, of lace and em broidery, Is thus suved from being crushed. There Is a remnant of the kimono sleeve suggestion in the straight line from tho no'.k of tho coat to the armhole, and the armhole Is finished witli a shallow cap. which is quite full, so that It does not crush the undersleeves and gives a graceful finish to the under garment. These jackets do not close in front. They do not nearly come together, so that the front of tho bodice is dis played, giving tho effect of a waistcoat. Tho most effective trimming consists of hands of embroidery or braid pu* on in an elaborate design, confined within u straight band. Many of tho quaint old designs in braiding are now used for this purpose. Chinese, Japanese and Italian em broideries, in colors as well as those done In the same shade as the coat, are popular. Tho coats are made of silk as well as cloth to match with gowns which uro trimmed with silk. There are also silk frocks trimmed with cloth which have cloth Jackets. TO HANG ON LOOKING GLASG. Dainty Little Pincushion Made Up In Washable Materials. This dainty little cushion is In tended to hang on tho corner of a looking glnss. and Is covered with washing materials so nrraugod that thoy may bo taken off and replaced easily when required to bo washed. A rather flat round cushion of sateen. either blue, pink, or pale green !»*• made; It should measure about 4\h inches In diameter; this is again cov ered with nainsook or cambric with a pattern of open embroidery In tho 1 center of the outside. This Is out lined by a frill of tho bqiiio edged with Valenciennes lace; the upper halt of frill Is finely tucked to bring it to tin* size of tho cushion; It Is edged with a tiny cambric beading, another row of the same being sewn along round the ends nf tho tucks. Tlie back must be Joined on half way, then made to hook or button the other half so that the cushion can be slipped out; ribbon forms a loop to hang It up by, and is also arranged in a largo loopy bow. About Fans. Hand-painted fans, when on paper or satin and handsomely mounted, aro never out of fashion. Among tho less costly fans are those made of mara bout font hers, which have much of tho charm of tiie ostrich fans. There arc* also large osprey fans, but these range; in price very nearly, and sometimes beyond, the cost of the ostrich plume. One* curious fan is fashioned from a large osprey bird, with the head in the; center of the fan and the tall, with its long, drooping feathers, giving tho width. time they grew young again. Haro feet rarely or never ache; It is only when cramped In shoes that do not fit that they protest. A Waist Protector. Cotton crepe In charming and fasci nating designs in pale pink, blue, yel low and lavender may be bought for 18 cents a yard In any of the; shops. Two yards is required for each “pro tector.” The slip needs no cutting, as the strip of goodH simply is folded and sewed up like a pillow slip, except that bo”i the top and bottom are left open. The bottom then is hemmed and the top is sewed exactly like the shoulders and neck of a waist, or. in other words, the top is sewed together, all but a portion about seven inches long in the center. The waist is hung on a hanger and the “protector" is slipped over it. The bottom Is tho only part open and the waist in this way Is protected from all dust. If so desired, the seams and hems may be cat-stitched in silk the same color as the material. The hanger may be padded with cotton batting and then neatly covered with the crepe.