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Afternoon Gown of Two Materials J A photograph sometimes fails to picture that which makes a pleasing impression in a gown. This occurs when blending of colors, or contrasts in the texture of materials used, pro duce effects which the lens cannot re produce. Blue and white striped silk is made up with blue chiffon in the frock pictured. The particular shade of blue used makes a fine contrast with white, and the two seem blended in ornaments of silver braid and silver tassels used for trimming the bodice. The photograph does not convey the value of the colors. The skirt consists of two flounces of the striped silk, corded at their lower edges, set on to a full skirt of chiffon which terminates at the upper edge of the lower flounce. There is an underbodice with full sleeves, of the chiffon. Shaped pieces of silk are corded at their edges with a small cord covered with bias strips of silk and set on to the underbodice. The bodice is given a jacket effect by pieces at each side set on at the waist line under the ornaments of silver braid. They form, with the back and front, a short peplum. The collar and cuffs are of white chiffon edged with bias bands of the striped silk. There is an odd and orig inal feature in the shaped ruffle of silk Ret on at the elbows. This gown suggests a practical way for remodeling a silk dress that is too antiquated in style to be worn without altering. Four yards of chiffon or georgette crepe will make the under bodice and short skirt that serve as the foundation. Where the amount of silk is not sufficient to make two flounces one flounce may be set on to the short chiffon skirt without gather ing. In this case the upper edge of the silk flounce is cut into shallow tabs, or battlement pattern, bound with silk-covered cord and stitched to the chiffon. The skirt of the old gown is converted into a flounce for the new one. Out of the bodice and sleeves the silk for draping the new bodice of chiffon is supplied. * Favorites on the Screen of Fashion In the moving picture show of fash ions the small hat continues to be pro jected upon the screen for a public that shows no sign of lessening al legiance to it. It has been a star in the world of millinery, made of every Known millinery material and trimmed with every sort of trimming. Now there is nothing further to do but to begin all over again at the beginning, and the beginning is a small shape of straw or silk braid trimmed with rib bon. Three smart models in which ribbon amounts to more than an adornment are shown here. In the first one a shape of milan hemp has a narrow brim that droops over the brow and rolls up at the sides and back. It is wide enough to shade the eyes. A handsome faille ribbon lies in a cas cade over the crown. At the front little apples made of straw are set in varnished leaves. From the same position at the back three loops are posed. One long and two short loops ' are held upright by a small wire run in a tuck, which is sewed in length wise along the center of the ribbon. A narrow braid is sewed along the tuck on the outside of each loop. In the second hat a wide satin sash ribbon is folded about a wire frame to form the side crown. The top of the shape is covered with a small plaque of straw braid. Narrow braid forms a binding for the edgewire and (urteuds in rows all about the hat to the top crown. It outlines the brim where it Joins the crown. Two long loops are supported by wire and mounted at the back. They are fin ished with a knot and short ends which rest on the hair. In the third hat, as in that Just de scribed, ribbon forms a part of the shape and makes the trimming. It is made, over a wire frame, of moire rib bon and silk braid. Strips of ribbon overlap to cover the top part of the shape, and the lower half is covered with row# of braid. Loops of ribbon spring from the crown, and a small straw ornament is applied at the left side. Leather Baskets. Morocco leather in a heavy grade is used to make collapsible baskets. The sides should be about two inches deep, and when placed to form the basket are fastened at the corners with metal clasps. The handle is run through two leather slides on the inside, and falls flat when the basket is closed. It can be made of covered cardboard as well as of leather. Patent Leather Motifs. Patent leather motifs form a decora tive scheme on some of the gabardine suits. „__ There Was a 1-0;..,,..,^.. I A dentist had a patient with whom he had for years a friendly as well ns a professional association, and when the patient called in to have a tooth extracted he was cordially received. ‘‘Will you give us a song?” the den tist suggested. The patient instead gave a dramatic description of his recent dental pains and ended with an impassioned plea for Instant extraction of the offending tooth. “No, no!" said the dentist. “You’re run down, my boy! Go and walk, in the park for an hour." “Won’t do me ai^v good,” pleaded the sufferer, but the dentist insisted, and round the park the obedient patient went. When he came hack he was duly anaesthetized, and the deed was done. W hen he was leaving he shook the hand that had cured him aud asked: “Why ou earth did you send me walking round the park?” “You were run down and nervous,” the dentist replied. Then he added, with a grin, “Besides, I'd no gas when you came!” ---- A Submarine Water Supply. In the Persian gulf, about twenty miles from the Arabian coast, is a group of islands the largest of which is called Bahrein. This island, which is twenty miles in length and ten In width, Is low and sandy in most places, but here and there an oasis rich in date palms dots the island with spots of green. “The Mountain of the Mist,” in the center, rises to the height of 400 feet. The 8,000 people who live in Manomeh, its largest town, are mostly Arabs of the fanatical Wahabi sect. Fish and seaweed are their chief food, and the only fresh water they have to drink is brought from springs at the bottom of the sea. The natives, with goatskin bags, dive to the bottom and, holding the openings down upon the bubbling spring, swim to the surface with their bags filled with sweet wa ter. The extensive pearl fisheries, for which the islands have always been famous, is their one great industry.— Christian Herald. I A Grand Rout. It is not always the largest foe who can make the greatest disturbance and cause the most confusion. In his “Hunting Grounds of the Great West” Richard Irving Dodge tells of a little incident of the Mexican war which proves that it is quality, not quantity, which is most effective. While General Taylor's little army was marching from Corpus Christ! to Matamoras a soldier on the flank of the column fired at a bull. The animal charged, and the soldier, taking to his heels, ran into the column. The bull, undaunted by the number of the ene my, followed him headlong, scattering several regiments like chaff, and final ly escaped unhurt, having demoralized and put to flight an army which a few days after covered itself with glory by victoriously encountering five times its number of human enemies. How They Say It In South America. The mission schools in South Amer ica yield a rich harvest of mistakes in English, such as are always imminent because of the close similarity between Spanish and English. The consonants “b” and “v” in Spanish are practically interchangeable. A teacher, having giv en some dictation to her class, was therefore not so astonished as amused to have it come back to her: Then give to the world the vest you have. And the vest will come back to you. The same teacher has kept a collec tion of some other slips which need no explanation. “I don't could,” “A pigeon with a rag tied round its paw,” “My father is very thick,” “My watch is not well; it is anticipate,” “I have to wash my hair very often because it is so fat.”—New York Globe. Not With Malice. “Look here,” said the head of the firm, “I want to give you a pointer.” “Yes, sir,” the office boy respectfully replied. “If I hear you humming any more popular songs around here I’ll dis charge you.” “All right. I don't do it no more. I wouldn’t of done it this time only me lips is sore and I can't whistle.”—Chi cago Herald. Remembrance. “Every time you see a pretty girl you forget that you are married,” his bet ter half complained bitterly. “On the other hand, my dear,” he replied sadly, “nothing brings home to me the fact with so much force.” After which war and tariff seemed pretty tame affairs.—Judge. A Difficult Task. “What does he do for a living?” “Writes jokes for the funny papers.” “What kind?” (Absently) “Oh. humorous ones, I suppose. ”—Richmond Times-Dispatch. Scientific Order. Mr. Pessimist—What is a consulting specialist anyhow? Mr. Optimist—Oh, ] he's the big doctor that says you are going to die and tells you how to do it properly.—Judge. The Remedy. “Bill seems to be afraid to think for Himself.” “Then he'd better get married.”— Philadelphia Ledger. No Value Received. Barkus — Thingembob married for money. Bitus—His wife didn’t get the worth of her wealth.—Itichmond Times Dispatch. You cannot “catch up” in life as you can at school; you are marked on your daily average. i 1 ' I A Proper I Celebration | And It Fitted Rij'ht In on the j» Fourth of July ( By CLARISSA MACKIE ^ Mel Archer and May Baldwin wen spoons from the time they were the tiniest of kids. When Mel was five and May was four they captured a sug. ar bowl together and ran as fast as their chubby little legs would carry them to the barn, mounted to the bay loft and emptied the bowl into their stomachs. The sting of the shoe sole which followed only added to the bond between them. Then came the schoolmate age, and It brought another episode calculated to unite their young hearts. May pos sessed a doll whose eyes would appear to open and shut An accident to the optie machinery within caused that part of the eye on which the pupil was not painted to remain always to the front. One of the boys made fun of May’s doll, and Mel gave him a licking. It Is needless to say that with such heart links to bind their souls together when they were children they became real spoons when they grew up. Bu1 this period during which true lovt should run smooth proved the reverse and instead of being the bosom of a gently flowing river it was the humps and hillocks of the glacier. Then another fellow stepped in be tween them and their paths forked. •*••*** Nevada Pete studied the fly spottec calendar with his one good optic. The glass eye stared fixedly at the wall over the calendar. “Seems like that there calendar’s got you hypnotized.” drawled Luke Mather. Pete turned h!s head on his long neck. “Tomorrow’s the Fourth o1 July.’’ he remarked. "Tell it to Sweeney,” was Luke’i caustic advice. “Wake up!” cautioned Ilenry Dorr yawning. “I’ve known it ever sinei last year.” Pete laughed. “You ain’t likely tc forget the Fourth, either.” For on the previous anniversary of his country’s birth to freedom Ileury Dorr had held a pack of cannon crack ers too close to his careless cigarette The cigarette happened to be lighted, and—well, Henry s[>ent several weeks In bed and came forth with his natural beauty much marred, which was a pity, as Pete Insisted, because Henry bad no good looks to spare. nehry bore their teasing with good natured tolerance. On the Double Bai ranch they were much given to tor menting one another and to practical Joking. "I was talking to Mrs. Whiffle yes terday,” remarked Pete, tipping his chair back against the wall. “You might be observed In that pleas ant occupation most any time,’’ put in Luke. Pete looked down at the cigarette he was rolling. “And she says,” he went on evenly, “that her children ain't ever seen a firecracker. They don’t know what a Fourth of July celebration looks like." "For the love of Mike! Where have they lived?" asked the amazed Mr Dorr. “Oh, homesteading up in Washing ton. Kids all born up there. And ■Whiffle too down and out to fire off his gun, I reckon, when the Fourth did come around. He was half dead when they reached God’s country, meaning T’mpas county, and before she could turn around the other half of him died and left her with three kids to bring up.” “Tough luck,” muttered Luke. “It’s a good thing she ain’t ashamed to do washing and ironing. She’s got a job at every ranch within ten miles of her shark. She’s keeping the hull county clean.” “And what’s all this leading up to?* demanded Henry Dorr. “A celebration for the Whiffle kids,’ said Pete firmly. IIu took off his hat and passed it around. “Fifteen dollars and four cents,” hs announced after counting the result. “Some celebration," murmured Luke sleepily. “I reckon the widow would rather have the cash to buy clothes and food for the kids.” Pete passed the hat again, but ne only gleaned two collar buttons and an assortment of dark glances. “You must think we’re a collection of conscience smitten millionaires,1 grinned Luke. “You're a collection of knockers,” re torted Pete. “Wliat’ll we buy, fel lers?” The nine looked interested. “Old man Miller’s got some skyrock ets,” suggested Barker. “Skyrockets!" repeated Pete, writ lng the words down tn a greasy memo randum book. “Anybody else got any brilliant suggestions to make?” They all had and they all voiced them in one deafening chorus. When the list was completed a com mittee of eight cowpunehers rode over to Bear Gulch to buy the fireworks, and the remaining member of the Dou ble Bar outfit, Mel Archer, was dele gated to notify the Widow Whiffle of the impending celebration. Mel set forth on his errand in an un pleasant frame of mind. In the first place he had never seen the Widow Whiffle, and in the second place he did not care for women. Once upon a time a woman nan .„ ,liaj over, and Mel Archer had sworn against the fair sex ever since. Still lie had been Interested enough to put on his best white -ilk sbi-t amt orange necktie, which was vastly lie coming to his dark, good looking face. “She sure might be scared if I look ed too much like a hobo,’' said Mr. Archer in excuse for his vanity. The Widow Whitlle's shack was tuck ed under the brow of a hill several miles away from the Double Bar. Archer had never seen it. but now as he rode down the trail that ended at a neat whitewashed fence he sniTdd the air with a homesick longing tat the little middle west village where h« was born. For there was a flower garden here that boasted all the sweet old fashion ed posies of his boyhood—petunias, mi gnonette, heliotrope, day lilies, roses, marigold, honeysuckles, all the sweet familiar smells. And the little shack itself was a long, one story building of corrugated Iron, but its walls were hidden under clambering roses and honeysuckles. “Any widow who can go out wash ing and keep a garden like this one is worth a celebration,” decided Mel Ar cher as he tied his horse to the fence and walked up to the front door—in fact, the only door of the house. The windows were lighted. lie knocked and immediately a shad ow crossed the drawn shade. “Who is there?” demanded a firm, sweet voice. “A friend,” laughed Mel in his pleas ant voice. “A committee of one from the Double Bar.” “Oh!” The door opened hospitably, and Mel blinked as he entered a cozy sitting room. There was a round table and a workbasket and a pile of children’s clothes. Hat in hand, Mel turned his power ful figure to meet the Widow Whiffle. Instead of a sharp featured, work worn drudge he saw a plump little wo man with brown hair streaked with gray, a fresh complexion, a pretty nose and a pair of blue eyes that scanned him incredulously. “Mel Archer!” she whispered at last. “May!" he exploded in a tone of disbelief. "What are you doing here —at Mrs. Whiffle’s?” “Because I am Mrs. Whiffle." she answered evenly. “You?" lie gasped, because she was the woman who had. made him hate all other women. "1 never knew who you married," he explained dully. “And of course 1 didn’t know you were within a thousand miles of Um pas county." she said. “Won't you sit down?" S!:e sink into her own little rocking chair and picked up a child’s frock. Mel could see that tier fingers trem bled. “So you married Whiffle," he said at last “You're having a hard time of it, May?" She bit her lip. “No more than I deserve.” she said in a strained tone. “There’s something I must explain to you, Mel. You went away so suddenly you uever gave me a chance.” “Fire ahead!” he said, his eyes hid den beneath his hand. He told himself that the light hurt his eyes, but it was the sight of her after seven long, hateful years that dazzled him. The Fourth of July dawned clearly. The grass of the ranges crisped under the burning rays of the sun, but in the Provo of trees at the back of the Wid ow Whiffle’s house it was delightfully cooL When the nine cowpunchers from the Double Bar reached the grove the three little Whiffles were playing con tentedly beneath the trees. They had some cheap toys and broken bits of china and were supremely happy. Their mother had set a table in the grove, and it looked good to the hot and thirsty riders. “We've come to celebrate.” explain ed Nevada Pete as they staked their hordes in the shade. “Celebrate?” repeated Mrs. Whiffle, blushing and starry eyed, in a white muslin gown she had washed and iron ed since dawn. “Didn't Mel tell you we were coming today to show your kids how to cele brate the Fourth of July?” They all looked accusingly at Mel Archer. He was the picture of confusion. “I declare,” he confessed; “I plumb forgot to tell May about it!” “May?” shrieked eight indignant male voices. “Yep,” he said sturdily; “we’re en gaged”— “Engaged!” chorused the celebrants. “Quick work!” added Luke Mather. May Whiffle put her hand on Mel’s sleeve. “Tell them, Mel. that wo used to be sweethearts, and that we met unex pectedly last night, and that we’re go ing to be married now. Here comes the minister.” **••**« The Bev. Mr. Jelton declared that he had never officiated at a more prepos terous wedding. When the big, bronz ed cowboy and the blushing little wid ow had been married beneath the trees they sat down to a delicious meal prepared by the bride. And after that the day was one wild pandemonium of noise, for the cow boys celebrated every moment of the time, while the children, caring not a whit for tlie day and its significance, played with their toys. \\ hen the last rocket had blazed its way into the evening sky the visitors shook hands and rode away. Not one of them but envied Archer his good luck. “It was a right proper celebration,” admitted Peter gloomily. Knew There V»ere ran,e». The Woman Who Saw lias a little friend with wide o|>en eyes and long brown curls. Sometimes when the Woman Who Saw is at her little friend's house ami the other members of the family happen to lie out of the room there is a chance for delightful little conferences. The Woman Who Raw always tries to make such oppor tunities. and she made one on her last visit. Her little wild eyed friend had been watching for it too. In a flash she lighted upon the arm of the sofa and whispered Into the ear of the woman: "Do you know, there are fairies! Be cause"—excitedly—"last night I made a little swing for them on my desk, such a wee little swing, out of the tini est, tiniest pieces of sticks and cob webs. And—this morning the swing was all broken! And that shows that the fairies swung in It last night, doesn’t It?” The Woman Who Saw longed sud denly for that volume of Hans Chris tlon Andersen and the window looking out upon the orchard—long ago.—New York Evening Sun. His Palindrome. A tourist traveling with a party of friends was seized with a sudden Ill ness and was compelled to remain for some hours In a hotel. He insisted that the others must go out and enjoy the day and said that he would spend a few hours composing a palindrome—a sentence the letters of which are in the same order whether read forward or backward. “All right,” said one of the party, “but you'll never beat the sign I saw In a country store when I was a boy and red root was in some demand: “RED ROOT PUT UP TO ORDER.” When the party returned the sick man's face wore a triumphant smile as he handed the following lines to his friend: To prove him to a doubting maid, Ned a bold, dangerous task essayed. And when he came In triumph home She answered with a palindrome. Ere half his fervent plea was done, "Now, Ned, I am a maiden won.” —Youth’s Companion. England’s Most Beautiful Village. When Sir John Gorst succeeded his brother In his Wiltshire property he be came the owner of what is held, In the west country at any rate, to be the most beautiful village in England. All visitors to Bath are supposed to have misused their opportunities unless they have been to Castle Combe, and Indeed the sweet little place is so extensively visited, although it Is five and a half miles from any railway, that during the summer months provision is mude on the last day of the week for from 800 to 1,000 trippers. The surround ing scenery is not less picturesque than the village itself, and to those who are Interested in such matters there is also the attraction of a long history. The church of Castle Combe, which Is an cient, has been restored without being spoiled.—Westminster Gazette. Balzac and Dumas Literary Foes. It Is said that Balzac detested Dumas. Once he brought to the Slecle the man uscript of a novel, which was to follow ‘‘Les Trois Mousquetaires,” then being published. He asked to be paid 2ya francs a line. The director of the jour nal hesitated. “You see, M. Dumas is being paid only 2 francs a line.” “If you are giving 2 francs to that negro I shall get out!” And Balzac stalked off. Dumas was not ignorant of Balzac’s feelings toward him and did not spare him. In the foyer of the Odeon theater Balzac was talking loudly in a group of literary men, “When I have written myself out as a novelist I shall go to playwriting.” “You can begin right away,” called out Dumas. A Bad Boy of Colonial Daya. A notebook of a justice of the peace in Connecticut in the year 17o0 speci fies the behavior of a certain small meeting house boy as follows: A rude and idel behaver in the met ing hows such as smiling and larfing und iutiseing others to the same evil. Such as larling or smiling and pull ing the heir of his nayber benoni sim kin in the time of publiek worship. Such as throwing Sister Tenticost Perkins on the ice it being Saboth Day or Lord’s Day between the meting hows and his plaes of abode.—Bliss, “Side Glimpses.” Great Scheme. “What do you do," asked the one who had been married only a few months, “when your husband comes home late at night?” “I'pretend not to notice that it’s late, and pretty soon he asks me if I wouldn’t like to go to the theater or somewhere tomorrow afternoon.” Two of a Kind. “I hope you liked that pudding, Mr. S.,” said tlie stem mother-in-law. “Poor, dear Clara took great pains with it.” “Did she?” exclaimed the son-in-law, with an expressive movement of his hand on his stomach. “So did I.” Consequences. He—My first wife never objected to wearing the same suit two seasons. In fact, she never objected to anything. Slit*— I suppose not. After she had lived with you for awhile she didn’t even object to dying. — Richmond Times-Dispateh. Too Simple. Salesman—That car is simplicity it self. A baby could run it. “Nothing doing. I’d like to have something our baby can’t run.”—Puck. Character must be kept bright as well as clean.—Lord Chesterfield.