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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
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
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
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
The patient instead gave a dramatic
description of his recent dental pains
and ended with an impassioned plea
for Instant extraction of the offending
“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
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.—
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
“If I hear you humming any more
popular songs around here I’ll dis
“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
“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.”
(Absently) “Oh. humorous ones, I
suppose. ”—Richmond Times-Dispatch.
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
“Bill seems to be afraid to think for
“Then he'd better get married.”—
No Value Received.
Barkus — Thingembob married for
money. Bitus—His wife didn’t get the
worth of her wealth.—Itichmond Times
You cannot “catch up” in life as you
can at school; you are marked on your
daily average. i
I A Proper I
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
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
Pete turned h!s head on his long
neck. “Tomorrow’s the Fourth o1
July.’’ he remarked.
"Tell it to Sweeney,” was Luke’i
“Wake up!” cautioned Ilenry Dorr
yawning. “I’ve known it ever sinei
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
"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
Pete looked down at the cigarette he
“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
“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
“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
“You're a collection of knockers,” re
torted Pete. “Wliat’ll we buy, fel
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«
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
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,
“A friend,” laughed Mel in his pleas
ant voice. “A committee of one from
the Double Bar.”
The door opened hospitably, and Mel
blinked as he entered a cozy sitting
There was a round table and a
workbasket and a pile of children’s
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
“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
“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
Mel could see that tier fingers trem
“So you married Whiffle," he said at
last “You're having a hard time of
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
“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
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
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
He was the picture of confusion.
“I declare,” he confessed; “I plumb
forgot to tell May about it!”
“May?” shrieked eight indignant
“Yep,” he said sturdily; “we’re en
“Engaged!” chorused the celebrants.
“Quick work!” added Luke Mather.
May Whiffle put her hand on Mel’s
“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 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
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,
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.
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
“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
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.”
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
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
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,
“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
“Did she?” exclaimed the son-in-law,
with an expressive movement of his
hand on his stomach. “So did I.”
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
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.
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