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Frocks Express Personality OMEN are sure to approve of the new tailored dresses for w fall, because there Is no chance to ftrow tired of any one style in them. There Is no monotony among them, no tiresome repetition of ideas In con *tructlon or trimming, but such a di versity of really good designing that there Is a dress for every style. Just as there is a becoming hat for every face. They have one very good point In common, however, and that is their simple lines, and designers appenr to agree on the neckline, which is round ed In front and low enough sometimes to admit of a chemisette, but higher than usual at the back. Two very smart tailored frocks for fall may be studied in the picture here and both preseht new features. The frock at the left has a severely straight bodice with long waist line, and sleeves slashed on the outer arm and curved upward to the three-quar ter length. They are finished with a flat band of satin and the neck, in the Sweaters Follow Devious Ways WKATEItH—that worn must have 1 a broad Interpretation to cover S' all the varied garments that are cal lei 1 by It—are going by many paths this fall. Fut all lead In one direction and their goal Is to furnish more warmth and less color, apparently, than their forerunners of llie past season. There are so many variations of the prin cipal models that every one can he suited. Slip-over and eont designs find about equal favor, both In short and fingertip lengths and In snug-fit ting or loose adjustment. Some of the snug slip-over sweaters nro only a title longer thun u blouse. They are usually knitted with u band about the bottom nnd long enough to extend abont six Inches below the wnlstllne where they turn Jauntily upward In u narrow cuff. Another short model uppenrs In the surplice sweater nnd comes In the brighter colors. This Is waist length plso, open at the front with uttnclied knitted belt extended so that It can same way. These bands appear ucrosa the top of the skirt at the back, where it is plaited and at the bottom of the front portion which is gathered. The skirt joins the bodice with a flat pip ing of satin and just above this pip ing satin bands reveal how cleverly they can be used when a designer sets out to do his best with them. Three rows of slashes in the bodice furnish them a chance to slip in and out and form a cliecker-bonrd pattern that is charming for a cloth dress. The simplest of straight-line dresses in the second model ought to inspire gratitude in the hearts of plump women, for It is destined to give them long lines. There is an inverted plait down the front and decorations of nar row ribbon in groups of six each, finished with tiny steel buttons. The new* collar Is Interesting, being a tie of silk attached to the neck and fin ished, with a bow, and ends at the front. be brought round the waist and tied nt the hack. Knitted or braided belts and sashes of the same wool os Ihe sweater are Ihe rule. Colors are quiet with the exception of some strong Idues and greens und In inuny cout models no contrasting colors are In troduced, hut borders and hands nro accomplished by varying the stitch In the knitting. An attractive slip-over sweater Is shown 111 Ihe picture. Its neck and Sleeves are unusual, the former hav ing a square opening nt the front and the latter deep-knitted flounces. The border nt the bottom Is of the snine color ns the swenter nnd so la the long knitted Bnsh. This model fits snugly about the hips nnd Is a trifle longer thnn Its forerunners. IHE GXLFIIf OBSERVER. A New Old Ending By KATE EDMONDS (©. 1920, by McClure Newepaper Syndicate.) Beth tried to smile as she faced her father and mother in the farmhouse kitchen. Anson Black’s letter saying that money wus scarce and that he could not renew the mortgage note, was a bitter blow to the three. He would give them a month to find some else to take the note off his hands — “It sounds like the old story folks always laugh about —the mortgage on the farm—and the old villain who will foreclose,” lnughetj.Beth, but her voice was not very mirthful. “It Isn’t so funny to have to live It through,” said her mother quietly. “And Anson Black ain’t no villain — he’s close-fisted, but lie’s a decent, Ood-fearin’ man and he really, needs the money. Guess we’ll have to let it go. Emily—we could go to the village and live in Gene’s cottage, and I could hire out —farm help is scarce enough!” Mr. Gray filled his pipe and settled back in his chair as’ If the whole matter was ended. His wife smiled at him in her encouraging way, and they both looked at young Beth. “Not yet—father —wait one week—l think I’ll find n way out! Just as you huve such a fine vegetable garden •coming along, and everything engaged for the season by Colonel Raymond— even your squashes and pumpkins sold ahead for the fall—there must be some way—next year you were going to have a garden twice as big—” “You musn’t go to Anson and beg off,” protested her father. “No, Indeed, father—l hadn’t thought of such a thing. Just one week is all 1 ask,” pleaded Beth, her blue eyes shining. “Now. I am going to drive Daisy and Buttercup down to the south lot —the poor things are wild to be out. Bye!” she blew a kiss to them and then skipped townrd the barn. Out of sight of the house, she stamped her foot impatiently and switched her pink sunbonnet at a pass ing cat. “The dickens! The dickens 1” she muttered forlornly ns she let the cows out of the stable and drove them down the back lane townrd the south meadow. The lane belonged to her father, and led under shady trees to the hnyflelds and back lots. Once, when the cows stopped to crop the grass. Beth plumped down on the grass and buried her face in her little sun-browned hands. The pink bonnet fell from her head, re vealing the rich brown curls pinned into some semblance of order. Beth Gray was praying—she always prayed for help in time of stress, and now. when the old roof-tree was threatened, she sobbed ns she prayed. Gentle Daisy regarded her with wonder and mild-eyed Buttercup looked at her curiously and then turned and nipped off the heads of her yellow namesakes, as much ns to say, “Why worry? Nothing matters.” Presently the cows moved uneasily, for some one was coming along the leafy lane, a very much-tanned young man with n queer Instrument over his shoulder. At sight of the lovely lane, with the cows and the pink-dad figure of woe, he leaned his camera against the fence and approached the girl. His eyes twinkled and his white teeth parted In an amazed laugh ns he leaned over her. “Tell me. pretty maiden,” he asked, “why the rainstorm? Is the mortgage on the old farm due and —" Beth Jumped to her feet and faced him. her eyes blazing with wrath, her cheeks pink and still wet with tears. “Yes—yes. Indeed. It Is!” she cried defiantly; “and It isn’t a bit funny, either—n-not—n-n-nt a-l-l fu-funnyl” “T am sorry.” lie said gently; “I was only in fun—l didn’t know you were really grieving—l wish I didn’t get that way so much!” “Wh-whnt way?” quavered Beth, putting her handkerchief to her face and mopping up the dampness. “Oh. taking things so carelessly— that’s my way. I guess—l used to get awfully grumpy—old bad luck used to sit on my shoulder all day long— then 1 got to laughing at him and I laughed so much he stayed away for good.” Now he laughed again, and Beth Joined him and, with tin* sun shine back In her face and the Joy of youth In her eyes, she was marvelous to behold. “Have you bad lots of bad luck?” she Inquired, stroking Daisy’s silken ear. “Lost my parents when 1 was four teen -at the same time was cheated out of my Inheritance—’twasn't much, but It was something to start on—and so I laid to begin without It —getting along fine, and along cattle tin* war— couldn’t stay home with all that to be done over there—so after four years came home and went Into tin* pictures —>«nnd say. It’s great—l’m a camera man and some shark on locations!” “What lire locations?” asked Beth, .mil lie explained: then Beth told him the story of their particular mort gage. and she called Anson Black n "darling old vlllnln.” "I was praying for help." she ended. “And along 1 came In answer to the prayer.” declared Dick Harper. “You?” “Yes’m. Our company's over yon der behind the grove of walnuts. I’m looking for a rustic setting—old fnrm louse —cows —mllktnalden chickens pigs—anything to make u good set tine for our picture. Let us use th< farm —and the mortgage note will b« paid—pronto I Our director is a good fellow and drips gold. Could yon weep again for a picture?” He emlled down at her In a genial fashion. “Cry again?” Beth , laughed mer rily. “If we can keep the old place I ahull never be able to spill even a tiny tear again!” “Then we’ll have to make you cry somehow—l wont that In the picture —well, we won’t quarrel. Ready, now ?” “Yes." Dick lifted a whistle to hls lips and blew three times. Presently a stream of people and automobiles came lnte sight. “Come on with me and meet them,” he said. “They’ll love you to death,” lie predicted. A week later, when the last of the pictures had been taken and the com pany was leaving the vicinity, Dick Hnrper, who had been to supper with the Grays, was saying good-by. “We are as happy as kings,” said Mr. Gray, thinking complacently ol the paid-up mortgage and the rtest-egg in the bnnk. “You have certainly been our good fairy, Dick." “It was Beth’s prayers, sir—she’s the heroine of this play.” He looked down at the young girl with adoration that told his secret to the fond par ents. “And some day, sir—lf yon don't mind —I think I'd like to be the hero and—” The Grays faded into the house and Beth wns alone with her hero. “The same old ending,” she laughed, after a while. “Always new—sweetheart,” he whis pered. PROVED TROTH OF OLD SAYING Incident Should Have Convinced Wom an That Adage Had a Founda tion in Fact. An occasion when ignorance was bliss is recalled by Mr. Newton Mao Tavish in the Canadian Magazine. I recall one woman, he says, who al ways used all her own butter on her table. But one unfortunate day she discovered a dead mouse in the crock of cream. Not daunted, however, she did the usual churning and produced a tine-looking roll of butter. But she couldn’t eat it, though she knew the butter would satisfy anyone who did not know about the mouse. So she took it to the storekeeper, told him the truth, and asked whether he would ex change it for a roll from his cellar. “You know,” she said, making a slight misquotation, “for what the mind doesn’t know the heart won’t grieve about.” “Oh, that's nil right!” replied the obliging storekeeper. “I’m glad to ac commodate you.” He disappeared into the cellar and a moment later reappeared with a roll of butter similar to the one he bud taken down. The woman thanked him and depart ed. A few days later she was in the store again. “How did you like the butter I gave you tlie other day?” the storekeeper asked. “It was Just lovely,” said the wom an. “Just lovely. I couldn’t have told It from my own.” "Neither could I,” said the store k<H»per. “You know that what the mflul doesn’t know the heart doesn’t grieve about. That butter was your own.” CALLS FOR QUICK ATTENTION Grave Danger in Delaying to Get Med ical Attention When a Bono Has Been Swallowed. The necessity of examining the esophagus (tube down which we swal low) with an esophngoscope as early as possible after a foreign body liai been swallowed Is emphasized In n re port by Dr. Joseph Eastmnn Sheehan of Now York to the Medical Record on a recent case of hls own. A man of sixty-four wns received at the Post-Graduate hospital a few months ago, suffering from pain and inability to swallow. He said that a few nights previously he had swal lowed a bit of the neck of a chicken, and since then had been suffering ns described. Doctor Sheehan pushed an esophngoscope down the man’s throat nnd readily recognized one of the ver tebrae of n chicken’s neck sticking in the esophagus about half way down to the stomach, lie seized It with thr forceps and gently pulled it up through the tube. But tlie bone bad deeply ulcerated the Mesh around the place where It bad been impacted, so that swallow ing food would hnve caused blood poi soning. It was necessary to resort tc rectal feeding while tlie ulceration wns being treated by direct nppllon tlons. After ten days the patient left Hie hospital none tlte worse for hi* very trying experience. White House Orchids. The next :nistr»*s** of the White House, whoever site may be, will have n» her disposal tlte most remarkab’e collection of orchids In existence. In the greenhouses of (ho White Ilquse are orchid blooms that linve been eol looted from nit quarters of tlte globe. Beneath tlte glass dome there nrc thousands of these wonderfully beauti ful flowers swaying and nodding In the hot damp of n tropical atmos phere. waiting to adorn the Flrsi Lady of the Land. Hla Fate. "There Is no harmony In thnt ttinn’i life." "Is hls family quarrelsome?” “No; he gives singing lessons.”— Baltimore American. WRKLEYS s£a package > before the war ■ a package f%||: ► during the war H « NOW l The Flavor Lasts H So Does Ihe Pricel EVIDENTLY NOT AN EXPERT Visiting Minister Asking Blessing at Table Was Completely Outclassed by Little Isabel. To eight-year-old Isabel ever since she has been able to lisp has fallen the honor In her family of saying the blessing at meals. Consequently she was Indignant the other night when at supper her father transferred this privilege to a clergyman who was a dinner gnesL Isabel had already clasped her hands and was bowing her head preparatory to starting the prayer when her father took the fatal step: “Mr. Flnderkin," he said, “will yon say the blessing?” Isabel shot a baleful look at the guest, but a warning expression of her mother’s face silenced the protest. Apparently submitting, Isabel bowed her head and her Ups moved swiftly as Mr. Flnderkin murmured the blessing. The prayer completed, Isabel lifted her head beaming triumphantly. “I said the blessing six times while yon were saying It once,” she told Mr. Flnderkin.—New York Evening Sun. The guide ought to know every part of the mountain, the traveler need only know the path. Men fall down becanse they miscal culate the width of the ditch. Trie Increasing Demand for POSTUM Cereal shows the favor this table drink is constantly gaining because of its rich taste and economy. Boil Postum Cereal fully twenty minutes and you have a flavor similar to the highest grade coffee, but there’s no coffee hurt in Postum*. HljjW < It is pure and & wholesome! Mad* by Postum Cnwtl Co,lnc. 55g5fiiS g Battle Cndt.NlcK. ACCEPTING NO MORE FAVORS Negro’s Somewhat Peculiar Rosso* for Refusing to Act as Pall bearer Any More. In Alabama a negro team-driver came home one night and found hie wife highly agitated. “Jeff,” she said, “yon know dat Ass Roger’s wife Ballte Is dead. Ain't yen goln' to be a pallbearer at the fnn’Fl?" “No, I ain't,” answered Jeff, with unusual positiveness. “Yon ain't? Well, wasn't yon a pall bearer at de fun'rT of hls second wife Melissa?” “Sho I wns. But dat ain’t—” “En wasn't yon a pallbearer at do fnn’rT of hls first wife, Mandy? Whut yon mean, yon ain't goln’ act dla time?" “Lisa," he said, “snttlnly I wns • pallbearer at dem funTTs, en I done de best I could, but I’m tellln’ yon now I ain't acceptin' no mo' favors from nobody whut I enn’t return.”—London Tit-Bits. Let's Go to Durham. In the county of Dnrliaui, England, it Is an old custom to give fruit cake and cheese to the first persop met on the way to the church by a christen ing party. The wrongs of onr people are con tinually getting mixed up with oar rights.