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Frock for Nearly Grown Miss
Spring gowns for afternoon wear, jfor miss or matron, are addicted to ferepes, voile, marquisette, and other fabrics that are sheer. Crepe de chine ‘and crepe georgette are favored for Xhe miss, made up in ways calculated teo set off the girlish figure or with an teye to concealing its too angular out lines. Touches of bright color ap Ipear in bits of embroidery that at tract the eye, on the quietest gowns, and colored organdie takes the place 'at lace or white organdie in the col lars, where color is needed at the meek. -• One of the plainest models in an afternoon frock for the nearly grown miiss is shown above. A dark gray or mouse-colored crepe de chine was ■chosen for making it, with skirt and ■bodice in one. The bodice is cut with a yoke and the lower part of it is shirred, with tfour parallel rows of shirring, and set ton to the yoke with a piping of the tcrepe. Long, moderately full sleeves, are set into the arm’s-eye in the same fway and finished with a deep cuff out jlfned with a piping. The plain skirt is cut shoe-top length and shirred in at the waist. A ■Bride, slightly stiffened band about the bottom gives opportunity for using the piping again, where it is set on. A belt of the crepe fastens at one side of the front, with a panel of embroi dery in red, blue, and gold brighten ing It across the front. A lace collar and cufTs may be re placed with a similar set in colored or w-hite organdie, which are even better style for the young girl than laces. Soft serge and supple silks are com bined In one-piece frocks for the miss. In an unusually pretty model the serge skirt Is shirred to a short yoke of silk and finished at the bottom with a wide band of it. The silk yoke is ex tended above the waist line, forming the lower part of the bodice. The sleeves are full at the top, the fullness confined by four rows of shirring, but they are shaped to the arms below the elbow and finished with a band of braid that extends from the wrist nearly to the elbow. They and the up per part of the bodice are of the serge. A collar of rose-colored organdie opens with a V at the front and flares about the neck. Featherboning on Petticoats. To hold out the lace ruffles on dain ty petticoats a little light featherbon ing is run into the edge of the lace. All Sorts of Sports Hats Sports and outing hats are classed *ta one in a new department of mil Cftnery that stands for the spirit of 'the times. There are all sorts of -Sports hats, from the low-priced but 'ttMc fabric-covered shapes which one anay buy for a very few dollars, to the expensive hand-wrought shapes ■with handmade garnitures that cost ' their possessors several times $10. But sports hats are luxuries which all tnay enjoy—an extra hat with which the new woman expresses her devo tion to out-of-doors and the pleasures 01 summer time. Besides innumerable fabric-covered lata there are sports hats made of millinery braids and other millinery materials which give designers ample opportunity to depart from the ordi nary in creations unlike other mil linery. Originality is much prized and the fancy is allowed free play in hats rtf .this character, so that unexpected and even bizarre novelties find ready following. Among the most success ful of those lately produced are shapes with round crowns and flexible brims, covered with Turkish toweling in i cream color. Fruits and flowers are ■ made of this unpromising material tar trimming them, but paint has he roine a part of the milliners’ equip ment, and their fruits and flowers show what the artist can do with homely material. These hats are high in price and in the favor of fashionables. A hat made of small silk pieces in many different colors, joined together with hemstitching, appears to be in spired by the “crazy quilt” of other days. As patchwork is an American art this bit of bright headwear ought to appeal to Americans. At any rate it is faced with a plain satin and is beautifully made, flaunting its gay colors among fine Panamas and Bang koks whose elegance is never ques tioned. Stripes have lodged themselves firmly in the popular mind as the best of the several styles in materials used for sports hats and other sports clothes. A hart and sweater coat are pictured here made of blue and white knitted fabric, and a hat of white canvas cloth with varicolored stripes. They are dependable styles for outing wear. Nail Bleach. Simple lemon juice is the best pos sible nail bleach, - .. Bereaved A Drama of Mexico By F. A. MITCHEL Ever since the revolution In Mexico thnt deposed Porflrio Diaz that coun try has been In a state of ferment and has kept the people of the United States to a fever of anxiety. During the rule of President Iluerta I, being of an Inquiring disposition, concluded to gc. down there and see for myself what kind of people the Mexicans are. Passing over the border line of Tex as, I entered rural Mexico and moved on southward, intending to visit the capital. There were then the Iluerta. the Carranza and the Villa factions, all struggling for the upper hand. The frightful condition of the country did not prevent the people from enjoying such amusements as they could get. 1 stopped one evening for the night in a little cluster of houses—it could not be dignified by the name of town—and. hearing that a dance was to be given in the dining room of the tavern where I put up, I was curious to see how people could make merry while their country was in a state of anarchy. When the dancing began I took a chair on the veranda where I could look through an open window upon the dancers. The effect was heightened by the picturesque costumes of both the men and the women. The merryinak ers came from the country round about, being made up of all sorts of persons, from the hacendado, or farmer, to the soldier, who made his living by fight ing for some one of the factious strug gling for the supremacy. Not only was the soldier present, but his wife and his daughters, for an army in Mexico is accompanied by the families of the soldiers. I was much Interested In watching these people. Among the better grade I noticed a young couple who. It was evident, were lovers. The man was a handsome fellow dressed In the cos tume of a hacendado, composed of tight trousers with a row of buttons on each leg, where a soldier’s stripe is usually placed; a fancy waistcoat and a short Jacket, also having a profusion of buttons. The girl wore the Mexi can skirt of many colors, the Mexican bodice and the jacket decorated with gold braid. I could not help contrasting the hap piness beaming In the faces of these two young people with the cloud that hung over their country. They danced every dance together. While I was watching them a man came up behind me, and I felt that he was looking over my shoulder. I moved aside not to obstruct his view and at the same time turned my head to have a look at him. I Judged that he was connected with one of the various armies or bands which were sucking the lifeblood of Mexico. A more villainous face I nev er saw on a man. His eyes were fol lowing the couple that Interested me, and as he watched his frown deep ened. ne stood only a few minutes looking at them, then went away. At the end of each dance a number of the dancers came out on to the ve randa to be refreshed by the cooler air outside. During one of these Inter vals a sharp report suddenly sounded at the other end of the veranda. I saw those who were Inside start for the exit nearest to the point from which the sound came, and those on the veranda turned and hurried in that direction. I, too, arose and went to see what had happened. A crowd had gathered about some thing or some one, but I could not see beyond the onlookers. When finally I succeeded In doing so I saw lying on the floor the young man I had been observing within, while the girl with whom he had danced was kneeling be side him moaning piteously. He had been shot and was dying. Within half an hour the dance had been resumed, and, judging by the gay ety, one would not have suspected that the life of one of the company had been just snuffed out I turned away from the scene, went as far from it as I could and waited for the house to be come quiet that I might go to bed. I did not get away from the place the next day. I had come to Mexico from curiosity, and I did not like to move on without learning more of the tragedy a part of which I had wit nessed. I inquired who had done the shooting and was Informed that a man who belonged to a Villa force In the neighborhood was the culprit. The young farmer who was killed was an advocate of Huerta. This Is all the Information I could elicit, but I In ferred much more. I believed that the murderer coveted the girl who had given her heart to the farmer. I lounged at the tavern during the day, uncertain as to Just when I would move on southward. During the after noon, while strolling among the houses that composed the place, I met the man who had looked In at the window at the dancers. I knew him to be the murderer and was surprised to see him still near the scene of his coward ly act Rut I was destined to still further surprise. I saw him approach a house and walk up and down under a window. They have a custom In Mexico called “playing the bear.” When a man wishes to court a girl he takes posi tion under her window and walks back and forth till either he gets a sign from her or gives up his attempt to win her. If he receives encouragement he pro ceeds step by step tiU ha forms he* acquaintance unu tuques lonuul applt cntiou for her band. I find read of this custom, but had never seen nn instance of it. I sur mised that tlie man might be wooing according to the Mexican custom. I could see him from the tavern vernn da, and, going there. I took a seat In order to observe what would follow While doing so the landlord came out on to the veranda, and, pointing to the walking man. I nsked him what he was doing. ‘Tie is the man who shot the lateen dado last night. The girl who was robbed of her sweetheart lives there. The man Is probably trying to see her and ask her forgiveness.” An hour had passed from the time I had first seen the man walking under the window when n figure of a woman appeared within the house. The walk er stopped, and I saw that he was speaking. The woman came to the window, and, the sunlight falling upon her, I recognized the young girl who had been robbed of her lover. I won dered if the murderer could obtain for giveness so soon after the tragedy. The two talked together for some time; then tlie man held his hand up to the window. After some delay the girl took it. but I fancied I could see her shudder. A few more words be tween them and the man went away. He passed the veranda near where I sat, and I saw an unmistakable look of triumph on his face. Interested In the drama which was being enacted before me. I determined to remain where I was till the last act had been played. I wondered if the girl, actuated by religious motives, had felt constrained to forgive tlie slayer of her lover. Had It not been for the triumphant look on the man’s face as he pnssed me 1 would not have dream ed of anything more than this. But I had discovered that the Mexicans are a strange people, and one cannot in any event tell what a woman is going to do. Was it possible that this man. like King Itichard III., would win her whose lover he had slain? I had seen no sign of a burial of the first love and did not think it possible that the girl could take another until the body had been laid away. What, then, was my surprise when just before dark I saw the murderer approach the house where the bereaved girl lived and stand under her window! Present ly she came out of the door, joined him, and they walked away together. I confess that, though by this time I was prepared for almost anything in Mexico, I could not believe what my eyes revealed to me. I wished that I might follow the couple and see what occurred between them, though I shrank from witnessing a girl throwing her self Into the arms of a man who had only the night before shot down in cold blood the man she loved. I lit a cigar and sat smoking on the veranda. The twilight faded; the stars came out. All about me was so peace ful that I could not realize I was in a country tom with anarchy and a great part of it in the hands of robber bands; that within twenty-four hours I had witnessed an instance of the desperate condition of the country. But my mind was ever on the couple I had seen go out into the darkness. I thought of the lover of the evening be fore, a smile on his handsome lips re turned by one on those of the girl he loved, now lying cold in death in one of the houses within the range of my vision, while the girl he loved had gone with his murderer. It was quite dark, 9 o’clock perhaps, when, tired of sitting, I arose to stretch my legs. I walked down a roadway on which the two persons I had been watching had disappeared. Suddenly a figure, a woman’s figure, flitted by me. She was moving rapidly, and I got a glimpse only of something white. And yet I was impressed with the idea that it was the girl who had lost her lover. If so, where was the man with whom she had set out? Believing that nothing more of the drama which was unfolding would be revealed to me that night, I returned to the tavern and went to bed. In the morning everything about me was still peaceful. The inhabitants of the place went about their daily vo cations as usual. If there was war in the neighborhood it was too far dis tant to be heard. Still I refrained from leaving the place without more Information as to what interested me. I determined to remain where I was until the climax. In the afternoon occurred a simple funeral of the murdered man. The chief mourner was the girl who had been bereaved. The murderer was not in evidence at any time during the day. The poor girl was supported by her mother and attended by a few friends. I went into the tavern and asked the landlord w hat had become of the sol dier. "He was found this morning, not far from here, stabbed to the heart,” was the reply. "Who killed him ?’ I asked. The landlord shrugged his shoulders and said that this was not known. The climax to my drama had been played. Whether any one knew who had killed the soldier I do not know to this day. One thing I know. I saw him go out into the darkness with the girl whose life he had blighted, and 1 saw her come back without him. The curtain had fallen; the audience —myself—had seen the play. There was nothing more for me but to move on. The death of a man shot down In the Interval between two dances had not ruffled the tranquillity of the ham let, nor had the finding of the body of his murderer twenty-four hours later any noticeable effect. What were these two lives in a land where bloodshed Is the order of the day? My curiosity as to Mexico had been satisfied. Instead of going on down I to the capital I turned about and Jour ' keyed back toward home. Bowser Gets A Sore Tip But He Loses His Money Just the Same By M. QUAD Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Mr. Bowser never comes home to his lunch. If he feels in need of one at midday he goes out to a restaurant. Therefore, the other day. when he came home at 1- o'clock and found Mrs. Bowser with cap and apron on sweeping the front hall she had a right to he surprised and to fall out: “Why. Mr. Bowser, are you home at this hour?" “S-s-s-h;” he whispered as he walked down to the sitting room and beckoned for her to follow. "I don't want Mag gie. the cook, to hear a word of what 1 am going to tell you. I have got a big thing on, and the man who put me wise would hardly consent for me to tell you. We have got $100 i.i the house, haven't we?” “Yes, but—but”— “Haven't we?" persisted Mr. Bowser. “Yes,” she replied, "but what of it? You are not going to buy a new milk cow, are you?” “Mrs. Bowser, here is the case.” he said, holding up a warning finger for her to keep her voice down. “You have long known what I have thought about horse racing. I never saw a horse race in my life, and I never have bet on one. I have considered it a most dis graceful thing. I have raised my voice ICA^V- I “WE TALKED AND TALKED.” against it and have advocated that it should be done away with for the good of the public at large.” “Yes; I know,” whispered Mrs. Bow ser. “But something happened this morn ing to change me all over. I sat at my desk leading the morning paper when I absently turned to the sporting page. There were accounts of three or four horse races, but I had not read one of them when a stranger came in. and I laid down the paper. After a short conversation with the stranger he in formed me that he was engaged in missionary work among the heathens of Africa. He was home on a leave of absence. The heathens in his district had expressed their strong desire for baseball, golf, poker and other civilized things, and he had come home to so licit contributions to the end that they might acquire them. Anything that would civilize and progress them would be of benefit to the whole world. You know, Mrs. Bowser, I was never stuck on the African heathen.” “No,” she replied. "I have often heard you say that you would never subscribe a cent for his benefit.” “Yes; I have said he could go to for all of me, but my views were changed almost in a moment. I was about to make some decided remarks to the stranger when his eye caught the pa per I had been reading, and he picked it up and said: “ ‘This is a very curious coincidence. I had horse racing in my mind when I came in here, and, lo, you have been reading about it. At my hotel this morning I overheard one man say to another that a horse named Buttercup in the New Orleans races, which are to be run today, would be sure to come in ahead of anything, and yet she would be a 100 to 1 shot in the betting. Why shouldn’t we make a little money for the heathen, Mr. Bowser? For has not Providence flung this thing in our faces that we might aid a downtrodden race to lift themselves up? We invest a dollar, and we get $100 in return. Nobody is at all injured, and hundreds of the heathens are benefited.’ “Think of it. Mrs. Bowser—100 to 1 and we are dead sure of it. By John, but luck is surely knocking at the door!” "You let that man talk you over, did you?” demanded Mrs. Bowser. “Why. we talked and talked, and the more we talked the more I was obliged to view matters from his standpoint. He convinced me that horse racing was not criminal and that I must have lost thousands of dollars by not placing bets. He also convinced nie that the heathen were good fellows, but were misunderstood by the public, and ia ten minutes he had satisfied me that I «ould not do too much for them.” “Bosh!” exclaimed Mrs. Bowser. “Keep your voice down, dear. I told you this was aa Kwful secret which must not be betrayed. The . c. u..I our talk was that each of us slmukl bet a hundred dollars on BuBcirup an.I punish the bookmakers and benefit the heathen at one and the same time. We Invest a hundred dollars apiece, and we draw down $10,000 each, lie re turns to Africa with every cent of his money to supply the wants of the heathens, and I give you a thousand dollars of my winnings to buy yourself silk stockings. I use the other $0,000 to buy us a country home and an auto., Where have you got the hundred dol lars, Mrs. Bowser?" “Mr. Bowser." she said after a look at him, “you are being made a tool of— a chump—a come-on, as they call it It is a regular put up job, and you will lose every dollar you risk.” “Woman, don't you credit me with having any brains?” he almost shouted. “I am not an idiot for a designing vil lain to toy with. Our winnings are just as sure to come as tomorrow's sun is to rise. If you do anything to obstruct our scheme 1 shall never forgive you. A hundred to one, and ns sure as shoot ing. Think of it, Mrs. Bowser—think of it!” Before Mrs. Bowser could answer Maggie, the cook, who had been duti fully listening at the foot of the base ment stairs, came running up to ex claim, “Oh, Mr. Bowser, make some money for me!" “Maggie!” chided Mrs. Bowser. “But, ma’am, you wouldn’t stand in the way of a poor girl making $1,000?” was wailed by the cook. “Think of how hard I have to work for my money, and think, of my going home to my poor widowed mother and drop ping $1,000 In her lap and telling her to buy a whole department store. Mr. Bowser, I want you to put up $10 for me. I have got that much In my trunk upstairs.” “I will do it, Maggie.” answered Mr. Bowser. “You are also a game sport and shall be given a fair show. Get your money here and, Mrs. Bowser, you hand me over the hundred for the missionary is waiting for me up on the comer.” Mrs. Bowser opened her mouth to make further protests, but the odds were 2 to 1, and she said no more. Maggie ran upstairs and got her money, and the hundred dollars was taken from the machine drawer and with all the wealth safe in his pocket Mr. Bowser hurried away from the house. The missionary was leaning against an iron fence on the corner, and his solemn face lighted up as Mr. 1 Bowser came up with a smile. < “You got it?” he asked. “Sure,” was the reply. & “Then we will go along. I am anx ious to see my work among the heath en advance as soon us possible. While you were absent at your house I went over the thing in my mind and I could not see where plucking the bookmak ers for the benefit of our dark skinned fellow men could possibly be construed as wrong.” “It can’t be,” replied Mr. Bowser— “It can’t be. It is a wonder to me that I ever held the ideas that I did, and I shall never return to them. I may even take one day a week off and go up and see the races. I may even wager a few dollars on a horse that’s not more than a 10 to 1 shot. Let us go to what they call a pool room and place our money and make a start on the road to wealth. Let me also think of the African heathen.” Mr. Bowser had heard of pool rooms, but he had never entered one. In fact, he had never gazed at the outer side of one. lie therefore allowed the mis sionary to take the lead, and the said missionary seemed to have the utmost confidence In his abilities as a guide. In due time a pool room was discov ered and their money placed on Butter cup at the odds mentioned. When this had been accomplished Mr. Bowser and his friend took seats to wait for news from the racetrack. While they waited they nudged each other. They also made a clucking noise with their tongues. They likewise bestowed beaming smiles on each other. Butter cup was in the first race, and they had not long to wait for the voice of the caller making his announcement as to the progress of the contest. Buttercup was announced in various positions from first to third, but, strange to re late, did not finish first, second or third. She may have stopped somewhere to look at the landscape, or she may have fallen and broken her neck. Such trifles are seldom mentioned in a well organized pool room. Mr. Bowser and his missionary friend chuckled and smiled as the race progressed and then sat In a daze, and It was one of the pool room men who had to jog them back Into life again by saying: “Come, now, you ducks, get out of here. The race has been lost by your horse, and there is nothing more to be said about It. What Induced you to put your money on an old skate like her?” Mr. Bowser and the missionary part ed at the door. There were no farewell words between them. Where the mis sionary went to Is of no account, but Mr. Bowser took a car for his home. Mrs. Bowser and the cook were wait ing for him when he entered the house. “Gimme my thousand dollars, Mr. Bowser!” exclaimed the cook. “And give me mine," added Mrs. Bowser. Mr. Bowser drew himself up like a man who had determined to fight des perately for his life, but from his half open lips no words Issued. He gasped once or twice and then fell at full length on the floor and rolled his eyes and shuddered. It was only then that the women knew that the 100 to 1 shot had pierced his noble heart Caught. There was a young lady ot 5cQy who loved jo dress up like a t)6y. At last she was caught, ^Though her hair was «ut sfcaugfct* which spoiled aW her Innocent joy.