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or THEi ]y% GEORGE JE <Copyright. by the Ridgeway Company.) 7 BURIED away in the records of the American Sea men’s society, the writer - recently discovered a re- I , port made by the Cap* tain of the bark Anjou (2,069 tons) upon his ar- j rival in Marseilles aboard the liner Ernest Simons in 3906. After a mysterious disappearance from the face of the earth for a period of many months, he reappeared. Dur ing this time not only bad all trace of the captain himself been lost, but, alas, of the Anjou with her crew and twenty-five passengers. The scant, scenario-like report, una dorned further, follows in the cap tain’s words: “The Anjou, while on a voyage from Sydney to Falmouth, was wrecked on one of the Auckland group in the Pa cific. We had Keft Sydney on January 20, and during a thick Mr fog and rough ? weather on Feb- m*Bm&**Sm™* ruary 4 the ship struck on a reef. The masts fell and smashed some of the small boats, end there was a panic on board. “Fortunately all escaped in the boats that remained whole, but many were only partly dressed and some not at all. After a terrible experience in a heavy gale, lasting for almost a whole day, wo reached the shore of one of the deserted islands the following aft ernoon and, after a battle with the heavy sea, managed to drag our bodies p on to the land. “Naked and wounded, for what clothes we had had been ripped off, •our bodies torn and bruised by being battered around, we looked like a band of phantoms marching on to the con quest of some Infernal island. "Almost starved, we lighted a big Ore with flint and attracted some sea jbirds which w r e captured and ate. Mak ing clothes for ourselves out of long grass and leaves, we started out to ex plore the island. After a search that (lasted three days, some of our party (discovered a rude shelter, showing (that shipwrecked people had been fthere at some time before. “On the following days we killed, ;with rocks, a number of albatross and caught a quantity of shellfish, on which we subsisted. Also, we captur ed a small seacow, which proved to be decent eating. “Asa chance of making our condi tion known, we caught three albatross alive and set them free with bark cards tied around their necks, stating our plight in French and English. But day after day passed and help failed to come. “We resolved to make the best of our condition, because w r e feared —and rightly so—that we might be left on the island for months, even years, be fore we could in some way or other attract the attention of a passing ves sel. The vessels, we knew, gave the particular island we were on a very wide berth. “So we got up a little government edl of our own and called ourselves the ‘Ship-wrecked Kingdom.’ Wo had a sort of king, or boss, a cabinet of ad visors and all that sort of thing. Our ■‘army’—or exploration party —was dis patched into the interior of the island and the ‘army,’ consisting of eight men, discovered some wild sheep. “On May 7, after we had been on the Island Kingdom for over three months, the New Zealand government steamer Hinomoa rescued us. This vessel had on board the two daughters of Mr. Mills, the New Zealand Minis ter of Commerce, who superintended most of the work of helping us back to our natural civilized state and, as a token of our gratitude, we gave them the cat that had been saved from the wreck of the Anjou and that had gone through all our troubles with us as mascot of our little Kingdom.” At the end of the captain’s report, there Is the simple statement that ten large vessels before the Anjou had (been wrecked at the same spot during iflfteen years, among them the Gen ieva! Grant with a loss of seventy-five lives. And there are scores of true tales like this that have never come to the eyes of the great reading world, actual romances and dramas of the deep that rival the attempts of fiction. The Voyage of the Kerosene-Laden “Thornliebank.” A ship’s fight against a storm, made more exciting by the fact that some dynamite happens to be included In the cargo, is one of the favorite and tock devices of the sea-fiction writers. What would you think of a story -concerning a leaking clipper ship, with Ighty-Bix thousand cases of kerosene and benzine aboard, that went through WAS LAST OF THE FLOCK Laments Engagement of Last Daugh ter, Even Though She Is Mar rying MUions. Mr. Shrewdly to His Wife —Say, Mi randa, I have been looking up that young Henderson, and if our Ethel can land him she’d better do it I been looking him up, and Bradstreet has his father down for a round million, and he has a bachelor uncle who is down for two millions more, and his mother Is one of old Bill Smltherson’s girls, jand old Bill is rated at four millions. Young Henderson hasn’t sense enough to come in when It rains, and Ethel can land him if she tries. She’s twenty-six and it will soon be a case of the last car with her, so you better tell her to fix it up with Henderson as soon as she can. He’s such easy fruit that some other girl will run him In if Ethel doesn’t look out Better have him to dinner tomorrow night and we’ll clear out to the opera and leave them alone. Mr. Shrewdly to Henderson, Two X*ys Later—So you want to take the OMAI^E SEA i j AN "NATHAN -^■e-A --.vv* • * * * i wrecking storms, that was on the point of being smashed to pieces every oth er minute, and that was finally brought to port eight thousand miles away? She was saved only through the sleep less efforts of her starved crew, who for two and one-half months guarded the shifting cargo against explosions night and day. The clipper Thornliebank, of Glas gow, Captain Smith, left Philadelphia bound for Wellington, New Zealand, July 1, 1903. It carried a cargo of eighty-six thousand cases of benzine and kerosene. When the vessel reach ed latitude 41 south, longitude, 13 east, off Cape of Good Hope, on Sep tember 9, it encountered a cyclonic storm of such unabating fury that for days the Thornliebank threatened to go under. As the storm worked its havoc, the men were compelled to lash them selves to one another, after the fashion of Alpine climbers, to prevent their be ing sent overboard. Let us quote now from the plain, unvarnished record of the Thornlie bank’s perilous trip. “In the evening the ship gave a sud den lurch, plunged into the seas and for a moment was submerged from stem to stern. Every one on board thought she was foundering and the sailors dropped on their knees and prayed. While the vessel was sub merged, everything movable was wash ed overboard. “After a fine struggle on the part of the men, Captain Smith succeeded in keeping the ship off before the gale for safety, using oil from port and star board and thus diminishing the force of the gigantic waves. After a day filled with awful dread, the weather be gan to moderate and the ship was put on her course again. The officers no ticed soon after she had resumed her course that she was moving sluggish ly, so the wells were sounded and It was found that there were eleven inches of water below. “After successfully battling with a terrific hurricane, to realize that death by drowning was still a matter of pos sibility nerved the crew to redouble their efforts to bring the vessel to a safe harbor. Slowly but surely the water was gaining. When the ship took the heavy plunge that carried away her deck-house and smashed sev eral skylights, she started some of her rivets. With the donkey-engine gone there was no other alternative than to use the hand pumps, and from that day, September 10, to November 29, they were kept going night and day— two and a half months’ of incessant pumping. “Not for an instant were the pumps allowed to remain idle. With half the crew below decks working to keep the water down, the other half was labor ing above decks to bring the vessel to safe harbor. On November 6 the Thornliebank rounded the South Cape and the course was shaped for New Zealand.” In other words, the sieve-like Thorn liebank was brought by tireless and fighting seamanship to her destination after an eight thousand mile struggle with death. Here Is another real tale of the sea. In actual sailor lore, they characterize the story as that of “The Fire Wom an of the Sea.” The latter, concretely, was—or rather is, for they say she is still alive at the age of eighty-four and living in Massachusetts —Mrs. D. B. Bates, the widow of a well-known American sea captain. She later mar ried Lieutenant James P. Hyde, of the United States army. For years there was a superstition among American seamen that -whenever Mrs. Bates went to sea a hoodoo fire was sure to break out on the vessel that carried her. According to the chornlcles of the only birdllng left In our borne nest, do you, boy? Well, I don’t know about that. My wife and I have been hop ing that the last of our four girls would stay on with us, and this conies as a great surprise to both Ethel’s mother and me. I’m afraid I'll have to talk it over with her mother first You can’t understand what it means to a father and a mother to have the last one of their children leave the home nest. Excuse my emotion. 1 suppose that lam a foolish and selfish old father, but the tears will come when I think of our little Ethel going from us, even with the man she loves and who loves her. It isn’t that 1 have anything at all against you, for I have always regard ed you as a man of character and one sure to make his mark In the world. Heigho! What sacrifices we parents are called upon to endure! Weil, my boy, I will talk it over with Ethel’s mother and you come to dine with us tomorrow evening and I guess we can fix it up all right, even if it does give our heartstrings a fearful tug. Ood bless you, my boy! lam grateful that <f our little girlie must go away from ; ' -■ ~.-• .■/./• •• ..■; f - •}■ - ; \■_. -' , ■viy-. ■' ■ ->-j-- > ISSSI! ■p ••• v -" : .:&h*W~. w ■ .-■ %#ss*. &*j[2SSs**ot j American Seamen's so il. ciety, Mrs. Bates had more narrow escapes from the hoodoo fires that pursued her than Kate Claxton ever dreamed of. Mrs. Bates always went to sea with her captain-husband. Their first trip was made in 1850, when her husband was in command of the Boston ship Nonantum. On July 27 Mrs. Bates left Baltimore on the Nonantum for San Francisco. The ship’s cargo was a thousand tons of coal and a huge quantity of provisions listed for Panama. When the Nonan tum reached the latitude of the Rio de la Plata flames broke out in the hold and for twelve whole days Mrs. Bates, her husband and the rest of the crew stuck to the burning hulk and, by fighting desperately with the fire, final ly managed to bring the vessel to the Falkland Islands before the flames ate through its sides. A mile from shore the fire conquered the fighters and the Nonantum began to fall apart as all hands got clear in the small boats. After weeks of waiting, the party on the barren Island were picked up by the Dundee ship Humayoon, bound from Scotland to Valparaiso. The cargo of the Humayoon was also coal, and, when the -vessel reached Cape Horn, the “Bates hoodoo” —as sailors always called it —got in its work again and the ship went up in flames. Mrs. Bates and the others on the ship were com pelled to take to the small boats. The Liverpool ship Symmetry, bound to Acapulco, rescued them. It was learned that the Symmetry was laden with coal, as the other two ships had been, and Mrs. Bates and the sailors gathered on deck and offered up pray er that the “Bates hoodoo” would pass them by this time. During the first three hours that Mrs. Bates was aboard nothing hap pened. But the crew of the Symmetry were so positive in their superstition that a fire would surely break out If she remained on the vessel, that Mrs. Bates and her husband were persuad ed to transfer themselves to the Fan chon, that passed the Symmetry on its course to San Francisco. The Fan chon, Mrs. Bates learned to her hor ror, was also laden with coal. On Christmas night, several days later, when the Fanchon was twelve hundred miles from land, the usual hoodoo-fire came about as sure as fate. Half of the crew was quickly ordered to go below and fight the flames add Mrs. Bates, donning sailor’s clothes, gave the men her assistance, remain ing below on watch for two days aft er the fire had been extinguished. Five days later the Fanchon struck the rocks of the Galapagos islands and Mrs. Bates was one of those who was hurled overboard by the shock of col lision. Three hours after she reached the shore —her life having been saved by the merest chance —the flames burst out on the Function once more and one hour later the vessel was a black ruin. After living for weeks as Crusoes on the island, the shipwrecked colony was rescued by a passing bark. Mrs. Bates was then transferred to the steamship Republic, carrying four hundred pas sengers. Five days out, the old hoo doo again asserted Itself. Another fierce flight with fire was in order, but this time with little damage. In short, fire followed Mrs. Bates as a shadow, not only for years on sea, but on land as well. Shortly after her arrival in San Francisco that city suf fered one its greatest conflagrations. Six months later the hotel in which Mrs. Bates was stopping in Marysville was destroyed by fire and Mrs. Bates narrowly escaped death. Mrs. Bates, “the fire woman of the sea,” is regarded by American sailors as the most extraordinary escaper from death that they have ever en countered. “He has very low tastes.” “Yes, and among them is one for highballs.” us that she goes with one whom her mother and I have learned to love and esteem as we do you. I hope you don’t think these tears unmanly. See you tomorrow evening, dear boy.—Puck. Bernard Shaw a “Good Fellow.* At a luncheon of the Women’s Mu nicipal league in the Hotel Martinique the other afternoon, Annie Russell, the actress, told of her personal experi ences with Bernard Shaw. “Mr. Shaw is a man of extreme kind liness," she said, “and free from ego tism, detaching himself from his work while it is being rehearsed.” To bear out her statements she read letters from Mr. Shaw written to her while she was rehearsing a part in “Major Barbara.” In one letter he told her she could show him more about the part than he could show her. Again he wrote: “Do as you like and do not think of the author. He will get more than hie share anyway.” She said the keen sense of humor al ways was in evidence when a rehearsal was In progress. A Woman of Her Word By Clara Inez Deacon sfe d>? (Copyright. 1912, by Associated Literary Press.) Elisha Ridgeway was a simple man of forty and lived on a farm alone and made his own bed and did his own cooking. Time after time he was asked why he didn’t marry, and time after time his reply was: “Mebbe I orter and mebbe not. I dunno ’bout It.” But there came a lime when he did know. It was about a year after the death of farmer Baker. Elisha had known him and his wife for ten years. For twelve months he- went over and helped the widow out as a duty, but one day he stopped his horses at the plow r and rubbed his chin in a reflect ive way and said to himself: “Gosh all fish-hooks, but 1 guess I ought to marry Nancy! That hired man of hers needs a man to boss him. and some of her cows are always ailin’ or the hogs havin’ the cholera. Elisha Ridgeway, it’s your duty.” That evening he went over to see the widow. He was more quiet than usual, and by and by she took notice and asked: “ ’Lisha, anything on your mind?” “Jest a leetle,” was the reply. “ ’Tater-bugs ain’t come, have they?” “Haven’t got a squint of a single one.” “Didn’t lose any turkeys by the last cold rain?” “Noap. What’s on my mind, Nancy, is gettin’ married.” “For the land’s sake!” “Yes, I thought you’n me would get married.” “Hear the man talk!” “Yes, I’m a-talkin’. Thought It all over this afternoon. Better set the weddin’ day.” Elisha Ridgeway was a good-natured man and meant well, but he made a mistake. He made it because he was an old bachelor. It did not occur to him that a woman must be won. Even a cross-eyed, lop-shouldered woman Isn’t going to be picked up and lugged off to the altar without enough hang ing back to save appearances. Had Elisha been courting for even a month things might have been different, but he hadn’t courted at all. He had sim ply sat on the porch with the widow md talked crops and country gossip. There had been glorious sunsets and dlvery moons and songs by the whlp oorwills, but not so much as a sigh rom him. And there was ething “Yes, Lisha, Them Are the Very Words.” else to obstruct the way. The widow looked at him for a moment and then said: ** 'Lisha, there ain’t goin’ to be no weddin’ day!” “But why?” “In the first place I’m all eat up with astonishment, and in the next you must have heard what Sarah Jones said the day my husband was buried?” “Don’t remember.” “But I do, and so does a heap of other folks. She keeps quiet for a minute and then nods her head and says: “ ‘You jest put it down in black and jvhite that Nancy Baker will marry igin as soon as the year is up.' ” “Yes, ’Lisha, them are her very tvords, and more’n a dozen women aave got ’em writ down. D’ye think I’m goin' to let the words of that old grass widow come true? No siree! “But it’s over a year,” he protested. “Yes, It’s thirteen months, one day and two hours, to be exact, but Sarah ,nes would giggle just the same.” Hard to Get in a Word Charles Rann Kennedy, the play wright, holds the American and Eng lish record for talking, according to tho New York correspondent of the Cincinnati Tlmes-Star. Mr. Kennedy glories in talk. He revels in it. He can talk more on any given subject than any other playwright on earth. He can talk without a subject. He will furnish his own topic or talk on yours. It makes no difference to him. All he asks Is a listener. He has all the rest of the works. Once Mr. Ken nedy's manager dropped his watch while visiting the playwright. “Let me have that watch,” said Kennery. “I know a fine watchmaker, and I’ll take it to him for repairs.” A week later the manager dropped in. Mr. Kennedy began to talk. By and by the manager made a few futile movements of his hands, waved his hat in adieu and went away. The next day the manager called on Hr. Kennedy again. Mr. Kennedy be gan to talk. The manager said at !- *T thought from what Jim said when be found he’d got to go that he ex pected us to get married.” "Mebbe he did, but we ain't goin’ to —not yet, anyway. 'Llsh, I’m a wom an of my word. When I heard of what Sarah Jones said 1 said to myself that I wouldn’t marry agin under five years at least, and I’ll keep my word.” There was a groan from poor Elisha that touched her heart, and her voice was sympathetic as she said: "I ain’t sayin’ that I don’t like you, but I’m sayin’ you’ll have to wait four years more.” Another long-drawn groan. “But you come over and court. Courtin’ Is next to marryin’.” Elisha groaned some more, but the widow Baker was implacable. Four years more if it killed her stone dead! It was a lonely man that went home to a lonely house. The very next day, while he was at the plow again, he heard the widow calling for help and started on the run to the rescue. A couple of tramps had invaded 4he farmhouse and were making threats. Elisha went for them like a locomotive running away. He banged them and slammed them, and slammed them, and booted them, and when they had crawled away to the road the grateful widow said to him; “ ’Lisha, I hate to break my word, but we’ll take a year off them four and make the time three.” The old bachelor sighed over it, but went his way. Three years was not as long as four, no matter what al manac one had in the house. Luck is erratic. She will slam-bang a man one day, and let him find a fat w allet in the road on the next. In this case, she didn’t slam-bang at all. She just cuddled up to Elisha and told him to go ahead and she would back him. Two days after the tramp episode the widow Baker raised a ladder be side the house to tie up a growing vine, and by a bit of carelessness she lost her hold and hung head down wards. It was Elisha that came to her rescue again, and it was the wom an who, after drinking a pint of hard cider to steady her nerves, looked up at him with grateful eyes and said: “ ’Lisha Ridgeway, I’m a woman of my w r ord, but I’ll be snummed if I don’t take a year off them three*, leav ing only two for you to wait! But for you I’d be a dead woman now.” Elisha thought of the two long years and sighed and wrent his w r ay with a feeling that Luck might keep things going. She did. Only threa days later, when he went to carry back a bor rowed hoe, he found the widow Baker In the well, where she had been for three long hours, and was chilled through and through. In drawing a bucket of water she had leaned too far over the curb. “I was praying for you to come,” she said with chattering teeth as he looked down at her. “You Jie the end of the rope around you w r hen I let It down. Stop! Does this take off another year?” “’Lisha, you know I’m a woman of my word,” was the reply. “You are, Nancy.” “I said four years and then three years, and now, though I know how Sarah Jones will giggle. I’m goin’ to knock off still another year.” “Good for you! Come up!” One year now —only one! Elisha wondered if Luck was going to turn on him or continue being good. If he could only smash that other year! He had his opportunity. There came a thunderstorm one midnight, and the bolt that struck the widow Baker’s house and set it afire raised him out of bed and sent him running. The rain, aided by a few pails of water, doused the flames, and some more hard cider brought the widow clear of the shock. She had given herself up for dead. After she could talk Elisha seemed to expect her to say some thing. She realized that he did, and therefore led off: “ ’Lisha, I’m a woman of my word! I said five years, and then four— three —two." “And now, Nancy?” “Sarah Jones is goin’ to giggle.” Sun Power Wasted. Measurements have shown that on a clear, sunny day the sun transmitted to the earth energy which correspond ed to about 7,000 horsepower per acre. At present all that is practical ly wasted, or rather generally In la calities where any addition to the temperature could well be dispensed with. Attempts have from time tc time been made to utilize this enor mous supply of energy, but not with any great measure of success. Woman an Active Politician, Rough and Ready. Cal., is lucky enough to have for registrars of vot ers Miss Mamie Morrison, an expert horsewoman who is highly popular, and she has made anew record by hunting up every voter in her baili wick. spending ten hours a day in the saddle. She takes her book to county dances, too, and not a man or woman escapes without registering.—lndian apolis New r s. Speculation. Most people speculate because they believe there are bigger fools than themselves w T ho will draw the blanks. tervals: “But, I say ” Being ar Englishman, he had difficulty in get ting unlimbered. Mr. Kennedy is also an Englishman, but he has no trouble with the limber. The manager did not complete his sentence. The third day the manager called again. They spent four hours in pleasant converse by Mr Kennedy. At the expiration of that period the manager rose, put on hi£ hat and withdrew a typewritten papei from his pocket. “What’s this?” asked Kennedy. “A summons? I remember ” Mr. Kennedy spent a few minutes In profitable and pleasing remini scence. In the midst of it the man ager fled, howling like a wolf. Wher he had gone Mr. Kennedy looked at the paper. It contained these words; ••Where did you take my watch to b fixed? I’ve been trying to ask yoc this for three days.” Man is the only animal which chmr tshes a perverted appetite. Two Simple Costumes for the Small Rulers of the Household Coat for girl of four to six years. This is a little one-piece patterxr that makes up well in cloth of some pretty light color. The collar and cuffs are bound with silk of a darker shade than the cloth and have embroid ered muslin collar and cuffs worn over them. Hat of white straw with binding of silk on the brim; a long while ostrich feather forms trimming. Materials required: 1% yard 46 inches wide, % yard silk 22 inches wide on the cross. Dress for girl of four to six years. Cream delaine is used for this sim ple little dress. There are three small tucks on each shoulder and two Inch-wide tucks above the hem on skirt. The sleeves are finished with lace ruffles. Material required: 1% yard 44 inches wide. foetal jor.ms cJ/Xc/ \sjmf A Debut Party. My sister and I are planning to make our debut soon. I've read many of your suggestions in the paper and think them just splendid, but have not seen anything suitable for this occa sion. Ido want it to be nice, so that people will remember It. We have quite a large house, and have three rooms in which we could dance, but the floors are not waxed. I thought possibly we could end up with a little bit of dancing. I hope to see some more of your excellent sug gestions. M. M. Debut parties are rather formal af fairs. and should begin with a recep tion at which the debutantes wear their prettiest clothes and most gra cious manners. Then I should have a dinner party for as many young peo ple as could be conveniently accom modated, especially the girls who as sist. Ask the men In for the evening, and have a jolly little dance or cotil lon. It is an easy matter to wax the floors, and a piano and violin will make sufficient music. The favors may be as costly as your purse will per mit, making them lasting souvenirs of the happy occasion. Questions From "Anxious.” I am thirteen years old. Am I too old to wear sandals? I wear a No. 3 shoe. Are sandals worn much this year? Is it rude for a girl my age to play baseball? Am I too young to wear shirtwaists? What finger are the shirtwaist rings worn on? Is a girl the age of fourteen too old to play with dolls? Would It be all right for me to get some nice stockings and em broider some design on them In tan? 1 wear short dress. What kind of a design could you suggest that would be pretty? ANXIOUS. You are not too old to wear sandals and they are always worn in warm weaher, especially in the country or at the seashore. It is not any more rude to play baseball than any otter game of ball. There seems to be co age ex empt from the shirtwaist, L-Jt I much prefer one-piece dresses or “middies.” The rings mentioned are usually made for and worn upon the little finger. A girl Is never too old to play with dolls, in my estimation. Personally I prefer plain stockings, but you may All Made to Match, la the great London and Parisian dressmaking establishments all the ac cessories of the toilet are supplied by the firm, so that the outfit may har monize in every particular. The range is very large; and each item must pass the scrutiny and re ceive the approbation of the head of the firm before It Is sent out to a .customer. Gloves, shoes, handker chiefs and hosiery are supplied for each customer, and for the evening dress there is the appropriate scarf and coiffure ornament. Sach ornament for the dress, such ;as the clasp or buckle, and each one for the hair Is individualistic. It can not to be found elsewhere, because It Is the design of one of the artists es pecially engaged by the firm for the [purpose of thinking out and making such decorative details. In one case shoulder plaques of blue •turquoise, painted by hand, with tiny pink roses, and surrounded with pearls and diamonds, are the finishing touch of an evening costwine. And In an other slmili diamond clasps for the scarf and smaller ones for the shoes embroider "clocks” upon the sides, or a monogram on the instep or a small dotted or clover design on the front up as far as the high shoe top line. From "Sweet Sixteen.” I am always interested in your col umns and find them a great help. 1 am in doubt about a few questions that bother me. A boy friend of mine Is about to leave towrn and has asked me to keep corresponding with him and not to go with anyone else. Should I keep this promise If 1 see someone I like better? Is It proper to kiss a boy good-bye at the train, whom I've gone with for over a year? What would be nice for a gift to give a boy who Is going away? Most girls at the age of sixteen do these things. Is It proper? I want to know the right thing. SWEET SIXTEEN. I do not think a girl as young rr you are should make such a promise to any boy, and do not kiss him good bye at the train. It would make you conspicuous and you might regret It some time. I know It is hard for all you young people to look ahead, but you will see things like I do some day Give the boy a silver pencil or a desk set, something that he will find con venlent. Most boys like practical cushions for their couches. A Variety of Questions. Do you think It Is proper for it young man and a lady to have pic tures taken together? Do you think It Is all right to have a young boy take you to a party at night? My mother never objects to me talking tc a boy and all the other girls talk tc them and I do, too. I hope to have my answers in the paper s< on. H. A. I hope I am not too late with your answers. The correspondence is large and the space small, so only a few let ters can appear each week. There h no harm In having pictures taken to gether, especially of the postcard variety, which are usually “just foi fun,” and I suppose that ii what yov mean. There is certainly no Impro prlety in accepting a boy’s escort to a party or in talking to boys. The> are not dragons and I hope I never oh ject to anything reasonable. The Proper Thing to Do. Kindly tell me what to do in this matter. One of our neighbor’s daugh ters was married. We received an announcement card and one "at home' card Inclosed. Does this announce ment need a reply? In what form should we write? We are not ac quslnted with the bride and groom Must we call on them or send our cards when they return? Do w-e have to send a present? LA FAYETTE. All you have to do is to either call on the date announced if you wish to know the young couple, or send your cards to arrive on that date. That shows you received the announcement and have done the proper thing. MADAME MERRI. are the work of a young man who spends his time searching through the archives of the past and evolving for present day use personal ornament* of all kinds. Chiffons and Fringes. To expect logic In matters of fash lon is unreasonable. Chiffons are weighted with heavy embroideries. Lace mingles with tulle and velvet Sometimes fringe supplies the cut motif of motor coats, cleverly pieced together out of traveling rugs, with the fringe carefully adjusted in all the obvious places. Silk fringe makes a graceful finish to the hem of satin gowns. It is imitated in pearls and borders the edge of many evening dresses. Some of the fringes resemble a shower of precious stones caught by a thread. Others are manufactured by hand and cost a respectable amount of louls per meter. They are much in vogue this season and are used lavishly, regardless cl expense.