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A Desperate Play By S.B. PEACH (Copyright, 1JH. by the McClur* Nw pper Syndicate.) Tired with her long journey and a bit disgusted with her errand, Jean Gilford descended from the dingy coach and found herself standing on the plat form of a small country station, dimly lighted, gloomy with the night. "What a crazy way to be married I" she exclaimed to herself. "I hope there is some one here to meet me." Save for the old station agent, who was busy with his own cares, no one was about so she sat down in the smoky waiting room and thought over the situation. Mr. Curtis did not want the mar riage to take place neither did Ryder Sabin so she had been forced to take the lonely ride to the northern lake cottage where the marriage was to take placea secret affair. The door opened and a man's face appeared. He looked at her, then fsmiled. "We are waiting for you, miss," he (said. Jumping up, thankful for the sight lof a friendly face, she hurried out. IHer bag was taken, and in a moment she was in a machine, headed away Into the darkness. There was no one In the car save herself and the driver, and she settled back with a sigh of pleasure. The road was a rough one, but the driver was skillful, and they went along swiftly through the woody-smelling darkness. Suddenly they swung down a grade and before her was the long, level brightness of the northern lake. A voice called from the shore. The machine turned and stopped. "Here we are, miss," the driver said. A swift suspicion raced through her He Stopped Short and Stared at Her. mind. "But I am going to the Welch cottage and I understood we went di rectly there by car," she said wonder lngly. "We can make it quicker by motor boat, miss," was the answer. Her suspicion allayed, she went to the shore and found a motorboat wait ing, and in it another man. Her fear returned, but a friendly greeting dis armed her. She was carefully handed to a seat and the boat started off with motor humming softly. As they glided along, the dark shores sliding by in even lines, she heard the faint, far sound of rn auto mobile. "I supposed tills was nn almost de serted country," she said to the man across from her, "but that sounds like a car." He started and listened, and at the same time, so it seemed to her, the boat went ahead at a faster pace. "Well, there are a few cars around herenot many, though," the man an swered. "We use more boats than cars In this country. I can't imagine who that is." Before them lay the silvery expanse of the lake on the right the dark masses of the woodland. Something made her shivershe did not know what, but decided bravely that it must be the dampness rising from the cold lake. The moon rose over the hills Its light brought clearly into view the men and she saw, for the first time, who were her companions. Both were dressed in the rough garb of the north ern woodsman or guide. She began to he puzzled and worried. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. The man opposite her stirred. "Don't be worried, miss. We will take care of you," he said quietly. She thought she read a hidden mean ing in his voice, even though he seemed to try to conceal it. "Very well,'* she answered quickly "but I want to know just where we are going. Are you headed for the Welch cottageT' "Pretty near there," he answered. -Bat 1 "I want to go there not pretty near there!" she said sharply, rising. He caught her ana with a Una hand and drew her back. Ton keep quiet. I promise yon no will come t you," ho Mid She sank back, her heart beginning to pound. Something was wrong, be yond a question. She saw the boat change its direc tion, starting across the lake,-in en tirely the wrong direction if her judg ment was right. Not knowing what to do, she sat quiet, growing colder each moment, with something that was not the coolness of the mist about her. She did not know how many half hours passed before she saw the gleam of a light Swiftly the boat drew in shore. "Here we are, miss," her guardian said. Swiftly and tremblingly she rose. Aided by the men, she mounted the dock, and stared about her. The whole surroundings were strange to her even the lights gleaming from a hunt ing cabin back in the woods did not seem friendly. She turned sharply. "I demand to be taken back! I do not know this place! The Welch cottage, so I was told, Is near the lake." The guide caught her in a strong grasp. "Young lady, you come with me!" His gentleness was gone. At first she thought of struggling then she went obediently up the path. One of them opened the door and pushed her in. She found herself in a living room, decorated with heads of captured game. A woman was busy at a'tabTel "Well, we landed her!" her guardian said, smiling. "I guess that wedding will not be pulled oft I" Jean turned. "Oh, I seeI am not at the Welch cottage 1" she cried. The man smiled. "Not a bit. You might as well know how we worked it Mr. Sabin learned of the marriage at the Welch cottage, and we just stepped in. Your father is on the way to get you, and you and your sweetheart will have to pick another date." She looked at him. "So Mr. Sabin does not want me to marry unless 1 marry him, and father Is coming to make me marry some one else. Is that It?" "You bet!" She laughed. "Probably Mr. Sabin owns this cottage or hired it. Is he here?" "He will beguess he's coming now." The door opened and a tall, thin faced man entered. "How do you do, Mr. Sabin?" she said, smiling. He turned to the watching, grinning man and stuttered: "This Isn't the girl. What In "Butbutshe one of the men said with astonishment. Jean leaned back and laughed heart* ily. "I am not. I was to be a friend at the weddinga bridesmaid. I came ahead to get a few things ready. Your information was incorrect and, by the way, I guess the wedding is over by this time." She looked nt her watch and held It Out for inspection. King Khama. His Majesty Khama, the native king of Bechunnnland, an earnest supporter of prohibition, Is reported to be greatly exercised over the recommendation of a government commission, In support of the sale of beer and light wine to the native population. If this recom mendation is carried out, King Khama threatens to retaliate by withdrawing the native labor from the gold mines. Such a step would create a very acute labor situation In that country. It looks nt present as if breweries and wineries would be obliged to seek some other outlet for their products. It might be weir for them to try a more enlightened part of the world where such primitive Ideas do not prevail. Toast to Those Who Stayed. A hero had returned from Chateau Thierry. The day had been spent In excited greetings and snatches of de layed news. At last the family was alone just before dinner the father proposed a toast to the returned hero the shining eyes of his sisters and his mother, as well as his father's proud smile rested upon the khakl clad figure decorated with' medals with a gesture he stopped them. "Oh, not to me, father, not to me," he cried, "but to the men that fell by my side." The File Fish. The file fish captured off Land's End is a rare visitor to the English coast, the only previous specimens re corded having been caught so long ago as 1827. It belongs to a numerous and Important family of the tropical seas, which are so-called because the first dorsal fin is studded up the front with small projections that suggest some re semblance to a file. Another peculiar ity of these comic-looking fish Is.the gunlock spine, the principle of which was adopted for the earliest safety rifle locks. Monument to Punch. Men have been honored and women have been honored for their services In war by having statues erected as testimony to their worth. There have been monuments even to animals. But now it is proposed to put up a monu ment to a publication, and a humorous one at that. This probably is unpre cedented. The publication to receive this dl Unction is Punch, without which It it not quite clear how the Britisher! could get along. Went Right Ahead. "Did you ever run Into a telegraph pole?" Inquired a lady of a taxi driver. "Yes, ma'am Tve bumped Into tele* graph poles several times." "Brings you to a sodden stop, doesn't itr "No, ma'am the machine stops all right, but I and my fare always keep on going ahead, mostly In the air. Most go somewhere, ye* know, ma'amf._,. The long underslip of satin or fou lard, used as a foundation for after noon or evening dresses has proved a wonderful help in the summer ward robe. The same slip serves for wear with long blouses, and the very popu lar smocks that just now hold the center of fashion's stage, as well as for the original and special overdress that caused it to be made. Dresses made with an underslip with various kinds of overdress are not outrivaled by any others for afternoon wear. Sometimes the underslip is plain, with overdress in a figured fabric and some times this order is reversed, as in the afternoon jyown at the left of the two shown above. Foulard and georgette make the most popular of all combinations for dresses of this kind. Here they ap pear in a long underslip of figured foulard with bodice and overskirt of plain georgette, laid In box plaits and with a border of foulard about tlje bottom of the overdress. The georg ette provides the sleeves, girdle and collar, but foulard accounts for the ruffs. There is a lace collar also and The latest arrivals in blouses are not different from those that came early In the season, except In Inconspicuous details of making or trimming. There Is no good reason why designers should run after strange gods as long as there is an insistent de mand for the styles now in vogue or until .some change in skirts opens the way for a change in blouses. What women are most concerned la Is knowledge of the merits of materials used In blouses and of the most prac tical and becoming styles for various uses. The most durable and at the same time dainty blouses for dally wear are made of fine cotton voile. It does not seem possible that so sheer and fine a fabric could have such powers of re sistance to wear and tubbing, but the fact remains that It will outlast any other. When made up with strong cluny or fillet, or hand-crochet laces, one may depend upon a voile blouse Cor two years' wear, some times more. Tatting makes as fine a finish aa the moat fastidious taste can ask for blouses made of voile or other cottons. Batiste Is a softer material than voile and gives good service. It is not expected to last as long, and the finer lingerie laces, val, cluny and fillet are used with it. It Is a beautiful Background for hand embroidery no THE TOMAHAWK, WHITE EARTH, MINN. Approved Afternoon Gowns lace appears in the sleeves. Evidently tlfe plain neck is passing and few will regret It for the plain neck finish is not becoming. A later arrival in styles for after noon frocks is shown at the right of the picture and it foreshadows some thing new for fall. This is a gown made of shot taffeta silk, and it sug gests the "bustle dress" Of two or three years ago. One material and cleverly managed drapery of it, are the means at hand with which the designer has succeeded in making an interesting and very pleasing dress. Bunchy drapery is caught at the right side below the hip, with ribbon in long loops and ends. Frills of lace set off the neck and make a pretty chemi sette, adding their daintiness to the sleeves. This model, modified a little and made up In light-colored silks, makes a lovely evening dress. One of these in blue taffeta shot with gray, has the silk draped at both sides of the skirt, a slip-over bodice (with Chinese collar) that extends below the waist line in front and forma ft sash. This is tied in a buoyant bow at the back. The Last Arrivals in Blouses that very fine blouses ire made by hand of It and rank with the best of silk blouses. The hand-made blouses are expensive, the time required to make them being the chief item in their cost. Women who are expert with the needle can make them for them selves and In this way- own waists that are far out of reach of the aver age pocketbook. In silks, crepe georgette, crepe do chine, pongee and silk shirtings are all dependable if carefully laundered, and crepe georgette, most fragile look ing of all, will wear as long as any of them. It Is of an silks the most popu lar for blouses. One of the two blouses pictured is made entirely of it and the other Is a combination of georgette and crepe de chine. In the bitter, shown at the left of the pic ture, a skeleton waist of crep% de chine Is slipped over a blouse of geor gette. Edges are finished with piping. This makes a "V of georgette at the front which Is embroidered with silk. The blouse at the right reflects the Chinese Inspiration and Is handsomely ornamented with soutache braid sewed "on edge" The short, looped-over gir dle at each side to made of the crepe. WMGLLYS For the Neighbors* Sake. "Extravagance," said a Pittsburgh man, "is the bane of America, and why are we extravagant? For the fun of It? Nofor the neighbors' sake. "I know a man who awoke very late one winter night and found his wife just returning to the bedroom. "What's that loud noise I heard?* he asked, .'and what have you been do ing in the cold?' 'It's all right, dear,' she answered. Go to sleep again. Tou see, the peo ple are coming back home from the opera, and I just slipped down and slammed the front door hard, so that the neighbors would think we'd been there.'" Age Counts. Two very tfirty little youngsters were standing In front of the Monu ment betting the other day. Finally one of them said: "I bet you a nickel Fm dirtier than you are." The other little fellow, whose bets on his prowess had been large and vig orously made, was confused for a few minutes. Finally he admitted: "Well, you ought to be. You're older than I am, aren't you?"Indianapolis News. A Slicer. "I understand your husband is an excellent carver?" "He's the worst In the world, I never let him serve when we have company." "That's queer. At the golf club the other day I overheard him tell ing another man that be was the world's greatest slicer." What a pity that the truth Is the most disagreeable thing one can say about'some people. A millionaire Is a bird who came Into the world dead broke, and re formed. If .a man Is pushed for money he is usually shoved to the rear. Fortunate Is the man who is a hero to his wife. 1 Taxed, Too? It seems to Marian that everything that she especially likes bears the bur den of the hew war taxsundaes, so-, das, candy, beads, and about every* thing she had been accustomed to nsb for when mother and father went to town. Now they limit the number ol luxuries they buy for her and always explain their limitation by saying "on account of the war tax" or "plus the war tax." The other day a new baby slstei came to Marian's home. Fixedly she looked at it the next day after its ar rival. "What did It cost?" she asked "Twenty dollars," boasted her fa ther. The second question quickly fol lowed, "plus the war tax?" Orcharding In South Africa. The present South Afrlcan'area ol commercial orchards is estimated at 20,000 acres, exclusive of raisins and sultans. Of this area probably 10.00C acres are planted with varieties large ly used for drying. Family Amenities. SisterI wish my fiance was hero. BrotherGreat Scott! What mors do you want? Didn't he ask you tc marry him? The Other Way. LawyerWhat is your occupation? WitnessI am an itinerant musi cian. Lawyer1Have you ever done timet WitnessNo I beat it. Noncommittal. MarketerAir them apples cooken 'er eaters? StandownerTes'm. Suit the Bugs. "How yer taters doln' this year?" "Tb' bugs seem to think they're fine." The man who has blisters onhi hands will have few oa his con science. A Health-Britier! Make youPTnorningce* real dish-a strengthened is not only most deli* cious in taste, but is a- builder of tissue.