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PAGE THE SILKEN SCARF
"THE GLORIA SCOTT"
By A. CON AN DOYLE
ACQUIRING A GOOD HABIT,
SMARTEST OF ACCESSORIES
MILADY LEARNS TO RIDE
PART TWO
Copyright. 1921, by Harper & Bros. Published by special arrangement with The McClure Newspaper Syndi
cate.
Both as to chic and comfort it Is the most satisfactory sort of a comple
ment to the trot-about frock, the sports suit or outdoor c!otles in sen
era 1.
There come those times in the af
fairs of fashions when those things
that have been luxuries only sud
denly become essentials. Sometimes
mere is a perftctly logical reason for
F luch a change again it 13 incompre
hensible, but since we are at present
. Alter est ed in the scarf it is time to
y right here and now that one does
not lia e to search very far to find
the cause for the reputation that the
-carf has won for itself the reputa
tion of being an indispensable item
in the wardrobe of tho well dressed
woman.
For two reasons comfort quite as
much as chic fthe scarf is a mighty
handy little necessary to have around.
Thiers are so many times when
spring is young when it is just tho
Very thing to throw about one's throat.
!For spring zephyrs are deceiving
BEAUTY CHATS
By Edna Kent Forbes
A KEDCCTIOX TALK.
Most of the women who write to
me and ask for directions on reduc
tion, want to know some method that
is very short and easy. Now the
shortness and easiness of any system
of reduction depends on how much
overweight a woman happens to be.
A safe rate of reduction is about two
pounds a week. If a woman weighs
100 pounds too much land I am
sorry to say that quite a few do.)
then the reduction process will take
a year. But if a woman is only 10
or IS pounds too heavy, it will not
take her very long to recover her
youthful figure.
ro you know which foods produ.-o
fat and which do not? Foods which
do not produce fat are usually spoken
of as those having a low caloric value.
Among the meats, lean beer, chicken.
Iamb and mutton have a low caloric
value. Most varieties of fish are al
lowed in any reduction diet the ex
ceptions are salmon and sardines.
Oysters and clams have practically
I no caloric value at all. Thin soups
can go on any reduction menu, but
thick soups should be eliminated.
Most dairy products are lattcnmg;
therefore, cheese, butter and milk are
rarely allowed, although butter-milk
or skimmed milk is qui:o all right,
and eggs can be eaten when they
poached or, boiled. Most desserts are
fattening because they contain starch
or sugar in some form.
i,J--Most vegetables are allowed in
revery reduction diet. To name only
a few, you can eat asparagus, beets,
: string beans, cabbage, carrots, cauli
flower, celery, corn, cucumbers, let
tuce, onions, parsnips, peas, radishes,
spinach and all other greens, squash,
tomatoes and turnips. Raw or shew
ed fruit is usually allowed, unless
there is too much sweetening in the
cooking. All bread but glute i bread
is fattening, and most sauces and
' other delicacies are forbidden.
l Vera There is no treatment that
will make blunt finger tips taper. Inn
I you can secure a tapering effect by
letting the nails grow a little Ions
and keeping them filed to a pointed
tfeval.
g Constant Reader Since you have
bleached your hair, I would not ad
i vise you to use any other artificial
S means of changing its shade, not even
Vto restore it to normal color. From
PROPERLY NAMED
"Wonder why this army journal is
called simply The Magazine?"
"Full of military articles, I suppose."
; .v..:...:..:
they blew warm at first, but after a
while one begins to feel the "zip" in
their caresses and while a fur piece
would be far too heavy for comfort
one does realize a distinct ne.d for
something light a it may he to
act as protection against too aggres
.sive bneezes and a stiff neck.
As might well be expected the scarf
is a colci-rul bit of finery, but never
bizarre unless, of course, tho woman
who wears it has been bereft at birth
of that sixth sense Jthe sense of dress
- and has never taken the time? ndr
the trouble to acquire it. Gay forces
are used buit they are wonderfully
bic-nded and tho heather shades are
particularly favored. For the trot
about frock, tho sports costume, and,
indeed at all times, when r.iad
amoiselle goes ontdoorintg the knitted
scarf be it silk or wool is a Jaunty
complement to her costume.
your description It seems to be very
dry hair, so that the best thing to do
would bo to massage the scalp with
!:ot crude oil before tb- shampoo and
with a little olive oil after the sham
poo. This will help greatly In re
storing its original color and will also
improve its health.
Io you know what foods to eat?
All inquiries addressed to Miss
Forbes in care of he'Beauty Chats"
department will be answered in these
columns in their turn. This requires
considerable time, however, owing to
the great number received. So if a
personal or quicker reply is desired,
a, stamped and self -addressed envel
ope must be enclosed with the ques
tion. Tho Editor.
AFTER THE HOLIDAY RUSH
Curious Customer: What is the
smallest volume you know of? ,
Bookdealcr: The volume of busi
ness, just now.
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The Ftory so far:
The idea of devoting bis life to
criminal research first occurred
to Sherlock Holmes when he was
visiting a college friend. Victor
Trevor. His father suggested this
as a life work when Holmes de
duced from his observation cer
tain traits and characteristics of
the father. He deduced from a
heavily loaded stick that Trevor
was afraid of an enemy, from a
partly obliterated tattoo mark on
his left arm that he feared some
one with the initials ,T. A., from
the shape of h.s ears that lie was
a boxer. Just before his visit
cneled an old and evil-looking
sailor named Hudson turned up,
asking help of Trevor, and say
ing lie had hesitated between
doming to Trevor, whom he had
not sc:-n for thirty years, and an
other old fr'enti. Mr. Beddoes, a
few months later was summoned
by young Trevor who met him at
the station and told him that liis
father had suffered a paralytic
stroke shortly before, and that lie
had never known a moment of
peace since the old sailor came
to them. Tho sailor bad recently
left them paying he was going to
Mr. Beddoes.
TOn.WS INSTALMENT.
' Wte were dashing along the smooth
white country road with tho long
stretch of the Broads in front of us
glimmering in tho red light of the
sorting sun. From a grove upon our
left 1 could already sei? tho high
chimmrys and the flagstaff which
marked the squire's dwelling.
" 'My father made tho fellow gardener-,'
said my companion, 'and then,
as that did not satisfy him, he was
promoted to be butler. The house
seemed to be at his mercy, and he
wandered about and did what he
chose in it. The maids complained
of his drunken habits and his vile
language. Then dad raised their
wages all round to recompense them
for the annoyance. The fellow wouHd
take the boat and my father's best
gun and treat himself to little shoot
ing trips. And all this with such a
sneering, leering, insolent tace that I
would have knocked him down
twenty times over if he had been a
man of my own age. I tell you.
Holmes, 1 have had to keep a tight
hold upon myself all this time; and
now I am nskinig myself whieithier, if
I had let myself go a little more, I
might not have been a wiser man.
"Well, matters went from bad to
worse with us, and this animal Hud
son became more and more intrusive.
until at last, on his making some in
solent reply to my father in my
presence one day, I took him by the
shoulders and turned him out of the
room. He slunk away with a livid
face and two venomous eyes which
uttered more threats than his tongue
could do. I don't know what pass
ed botween the poor dad and him
after that, but the dad came to me
next day and asked mo wnetner 1
would mind apologizing to Hudson. I
refused, as you can imagine, and
asked my father how he could allow
such a wretch to take such liberties
with himself and his household.
" 'Ah. my boy,' said he, 'it is all"
very well to talk, but you don't know
how I am placed. But you shall
know, Victor. I'll see that you shall
know, come what may. You wouldn't
believe harm of your poor old father,
would you, lad?" He was was very
much moved, and stiut nimseif up in
the study all day, where I could see
through the window that he was
writing busily.
" 'That evening there camo what
semed to me to be a grand release,
for Hudson told us that he was going
to leave us. Ho walked irito the
dining-room as we sat after dinner,
and announced his intention m the
thick voice of a half-drunken man.
" ' "I've had enough of Norfolk,"
said he. "I'll run down to Mr. Bed
does in Hampshire. He'll be as glad
to see me as you were, I dare say."
" ' "You're not going away in an
unkind spirit, Hudson, I hope," said
my father, with a tameness which
made my blood boil.
" ' "I've not had my 'pology." said
he sulkily, glancing in my direction.
" ' "Victor, you will acknowledge
hat you have used this worthy fel
lerw rather roughly," said the dad.
turning to me.
" ' "On the contrary, I think that
we have both shown extraordinary
patience tow-ard him," I answered.
" ' "Oh. you do, do you?" he snarl
ed. "Very good, mate. We'll see
about that!"
" 'He slouched out of the room,
and half an hour afterwards left tho
house, leaving my father in a state
of pitiable nervousness. Night after
night I heard him pacing his room,
and it was just as he was recovering
his confidence that the blow did at
last fall.'
" 'And how?' I asked eagerly.
" 'In a most extraordinary fashion.
A letter arrived for my father yester
day evening, bearing the Fording
bridge postmark. My father read it.
clapped both his hands to his head,
nnd began running around the room
in little circles like a man who has
l.een driven out of his senses. When
I at last drew him down on to the
sofa, his mouth and eyelids were all
puckered on one side, and I saw that
lie had a stroke. Dr. Fordham came
over at once. We put him to bed:
but the paralysis has spread, he has
shown no sign of returning conscious
ness, and I think that we shall hardly
Find him alive.'
" 'you horrify me, Trevor! I cried.
'What then could have been in this
letter to cause so dreadful a result?'
" 'Nothing. There lie3 the inexpli
cable part of it. The message was
ibsurd and trivial. Ah, my God, it
is as I feared!'
"As he spoke we came round the
2urve of the avenue, and saw in the
fading light that every blind in the
house had been drawn down. As we
dashed up to the door, my friend's
face convulsed with grief a gentle
man in black emerged from it.
" 'When did it happen, doctor?"
asked Trevor.
" 'Almost immediately after you
left.'
"'Bid he recover consciousness?'
" 'For an instant before the end."
" 'Any message for me?'
" 'Only that the papers were in the
back drawer of the Japanese cabi
net.' "My friend ascended with the doc
tor to the chamber of death, while I
remained in the study, turning the
whole matter over and over in my
head, and feeling as somber as ever
I had done in my life. What was the
past of this Trevor, pugilist, traveller,
and gold-digger, and how had he
placed himself in the power of this
icid -faced seaman? Why, too, should
he faint at an allusion to the half
effaced initials upon his arm, and die
of fright when he ' had a letter from
Fordingham? Then I remembered
that Fordingham was in Hampshire,
and that this Mr. Beddoes, whom the
seama-n. had gone, to visit ar pre
sumably to blackmail, had also been
mentioned as living in Hampshire.
The letter, then, might either come
rom Hudson, the seaman, saying
that he had betrayed the guilty secret
which appeared to exist, or it might
come from Beddoes, warning an old
confederate that such a betrayal was
imminent. So far it seemed clear
enough. But then how could this let
ter be trivial and grotesque, as de
scribed by the son? He must have
misread it. If so, it must have been
one of those ingenious secret codes
which mean one thing while they seem
to mean another. I must seee this
letter. If there were a hidden mean
ing in it, I was confident that I could
pluck it forth. For an hour I sat
pondering over it in the gloom, until
at last a - weeping maid brought in a
lamp, and close at her heels came my
friend Trevor, pale but composed,
with these very papers which lie up
on my knee held in his grasp. He
at down opposite to me, drew the
'amp. to the edge of the table, and
handed me a short note scribbled, as
you see, upon a single sheet of gray
paper. 'The supply of game for Bon
don is going steadily up,' it ran.
'Head-keeper Hudson, we believe, has
been now told to receiveall orders for
liy-paper and for preservation of
your hen-pheasant's life.'
"I dare say my face looked as be
wildered as yours did just now when
first I read this message. Then I re
read it very carefully. It was evident
ly as I had thought, and some secret
meaning must lie buried in this
strange combination of words. Or
could it be that there was a prear
ranged significance to such phrases as
'fly paper' and 'hen-pheasant' ? Such
a meaning would be arbitrary and
could not be deduced in any way. And
yet I was loath to believe that this
was the case, and the presence of the.
word Hudson seemed to show that the
subject of the message was as I had
guessed, and that it was from Bed
does rather than the sailor. I tried
it backwards, but the combination
'life pheasant's hen' was not .encour
aging. Then I tried alternate words,
but neither 'the of for' nor 'supply
game London' promised to throw any
light upon it.
"And then in an instant the key
of the riddle was in my hands,- and
I saw that every third word, begin
ning with the first, would give a
message which might well drive old
Trevor to despair.
"It was short and terse, the warn
ing, as I now read it to my compan
ion: " The game is up. Hudson has told
all. Fly for your life.'
"Victor Trevor sank his face into
his shaking hands. 'It must be that,
I suppose,' said he. 'This is worse
than death, for it means disgrace as
well. But what is the meaning of
these 'head-keepers' and 'hen-pheasants'
?'
" 'It means nothing to the message,
hut it might mean a good dteal to us
if we had no other means of discover
ing the sender. You see that he has
begun by writing "The . . . game
. . . is," and so on. Afterwards he
had, to fulfil the 'prearranged cipher,
to fill in any two words in each space.
He would naturally use the first words
which came to his mind, and if there
were so many -hich referred to sport
among them, you 1 may be tolerably
sure that he is either an ardent shot
or interested in breeding. Bo you
know anything of this Beddoes?'
" 'Why, now that you mention it,'
said he, T remembcer that my poor
father used to have an invitation from
him to shoot over his preserves every
autumn.'
" 'Then it is undoubtedly from him
that the note comes,' said I. 'It only
remains for us to find out what this
secret was which the sailoor Hudson
seems to have held over the heads of
these two wealthy and respected men.'
" 'Alas, Holmes, I fear that it is one
of sin and shame!' cried my frierid.
'But from you I shall have no se
crets Here is the statement which
was drawn up by my father when he
knew that the danger from Hudson
had bad judgment imminent. I found
it in the Japanese cabinet, as he told
the doctor. Take it and read it to
me, for I have neither the strength
nor the courage to do it myself.
"These are the very papers, Wat
son, which he handed to me, and I
will read them to you, as I read them
in the old study that night to him.
They are endorsed outside, as you soe,
'Some particulars of the voyage, of
the hark Gloria Scott, from her leav
ing Falmouth on the 8th October,
1855, to her destruction in North Lat
itude 15 degrees 20 minutes. West
Bongitudee 25 degrees 14 minutes, on
Nov. Cth." It is in the form of a
Mrs. Harding's
K . p.; . - - IIJ!1. .1 ' - . ... - - -
" '
. . . . ' - - - -
Model wearing the "coat that Mrs. Warren G. Harding wore at the in
aiuEuraJ. of her husband: It is of broadtail and chinchilla.
letter, and runs in this way:
" 'My dear, dear son, now that ap
proaching disgrace begins to darken
the closing yeas of my life, I can
write with all truth and honesty
that it is not the terror of the law,
it is not the loss of my position in
the county, nor is it my fall in the
eyes of all who have known me,
which cuts me to the heart: bur it
is the thought that you should come
to blush for me you who love me
and who have seldom, I hope, had
reason to do other than respect me.
But if the blow falls which is for
ever hanging over me, then I should
wish you to read this, that you may
know straight from me how far I
have been to blame. ; On the other
hand, if all should go well (which
may kind God Almighty grant!), then,
if by any chance this paper should
be still undestroyed and should fall
into your hands. I conjure vou. hv all
you hold sacred, by the memory of
5-our dear mother, and by the love
which has been between us, to hurl
it into the fire and to never give one
thought to it again.
" If then your eye goes on to read
this line, I know that I shall already
have been exposed and dragged from
my home, or, as is more likely, for
you know that my heart is weak, be
tying with -my tongue sealed forever
in death. In either case the time
for suppression is past, and every
word which I tell you is the naked
truth, and this I swear as i hope for
mercy.
" 'My name, dear lad. is not Trevor.
I was James Armitage in my younger
days, and you can understand now
the shock that it was to me a few
weeks ago when your college friend
addressed me- in words which seemed
to imply that he had surprises my
seeret. As Armitage H was that I en
tered a London banking house, and
as Armitage I was convicted of break
ing my country's laws, and was sen
tenced to transportation. Do not
think very harshly of me, laddie. It
was a debt of honor, so called, which
I had to pay, and I used money which
was not my own to do it, in the cer
tainty that I could replace it before
there could be any possibility of its
being missed. But the most dreadful
ill-luck pursued me. The money
which I had reckoned upon never
came to hand, and a premature ex
amination of accounts orposed my
deficit. The case, might have been
dealt leniently with, but the laws
were more harshly administered 30
years ago than now, and on my 23rd
birthday I found myself chained as a
felon with 3 7 other convicts in the
'tweendeecks of the bark Gloria Scott,
bound for Australia,
" 'It was the year '55, when the
Crimean war was at its height, and
the old convict ships had been largely
used as transports in the Black Sea.
The government was compelled,
therefore, to use smaller and less suit
able vessels for sending out their
prisoners. The Gloria Scott had been
in the Chinese tea trade, but she was
an old-fashioned, heavy-bowed, broad
beamed craft, and the new clippers
had out her out. She was a five-hundred-ton
boat; and besides her 38 jail
birds, she carried 26 of a crew, 18
soldiers, a caiptain, three mates, a
doctor, a chaplain, and four warders.
Nearly a hundred souls were in her,
all told, when we set sail from Fal
mouth. (To Be Continued.)
Ee l Cross Heips
J00 Chinese
Peking. The engineering depart
ment of the American Red Cross fa
mine relief organization reports that
up to the end of December, 3700 Chi
nese had been employed in railroad
construction. The men are in charge
of division engineers sergeants from
the Peking guard, who have as as
sistants privates from the guard.
The line under construction extends
from Tehchow to Lintsing on the
Chihli-Shantung border.
In one district a census of families
showed that before relief arrived all
girls between nine and fourteen years
of age in two villages had been sold.
A shipment of foodstuffs brought
by the. United States transport Mer
ritt who moved from Chinwangtao to
Tehchow with little delay.
Inaugural Coat
Never does Miss Knickerbocker appear more fair than when she turns
equestrienne. Here a blocked sailor and crop add proper finish to
homespun and velveteen.
When Miss Knickerbocker iinalry
becomes mistress of the bit and bridle
she is certain to find full recompense
for all the "pains" that it has cost
her. Fresh air, exhileration, steady
nerves, rosy complexion and a clear
eyej all these does she receive for
the price she pays. So when rumor
whispers that spring is in the offing -and
she realizes from past experience
that with the arrival of the first
warm days will come the irresistible
call of the open she takes thought
for the morrow, makes up her mind
to acquire a good habit, and she
learns to ride.
On foot or on horseback it is inter
esting always to frequent the, dirt
paths that lead off the hard pavemen
of he broad highway, for it is only
when Young America turns eques
WHEN A GI
BY AN
CHABTJER OCXVH.
"I don't like the line of the neck.
Cut it an inch lowwer. No; a little
more. Fully two inches. I don't care
if Mrs. Dalton did think it was right
the way you had it. I don't like it
that way and I'm wearing it."
The voice came to me across the
unroofed partition that separated one
fitting room at Wlckhams from its
neighbor. It was a voice so full of
irritation and ' ill-controlled nerves
that I actually didn't recognize it as
Phoebe's until she said "Mrs. Dalton."
At that angry use of Virginia's name
an impulse came to me. Fortunately
I didn't ignore it.
"Phoebe," I called, "I'm so glad
you're, here. This is Ar.ne. Will you
do something for me?"
"Of course what can I do for
you?"- replied it carefully leashed
voice.
"Run in here and tell me how you
like this brown lining for my tan
cape. I'm not a bit sure of my own
judgment. So I'm lost. Come, find
me, will you?"
In a minute or two Phoebe came
into my fitting room. At sight of her
I fairly ached for the pretty child she
was six months ago. Her oval face
is actually pointed now and her eyefj
are far too big and black shadows lie
under them.
here isn't that ugly splash of red
on her short-lipped, baby mouth any
more, but their own coral is gene
from her soft lips. So for all the
bravad-o of her oveivdecoleite dance
frock of rose-colored taffeta, Phjebe
looked like a frightened child as she
came and stood in my doorway, and
not like the vivid, soph'sticated so
ciety woman she had been aping for
so long.
I managed to kee.p' from saying a
word about the neck of her go.vn.
though it had evidently been just
right as Virginia liked it an inch
or so higher. But there was no use
in antagonizing Phoebe over a dress
that could so easily be filled in with
tulle. The gap that had lsin be
tween us for so Ions couldn't be as
easily filled, and I didn't propose to
widen it now. For slim, wistful-eyed
Phoebe in her gay dance frock
brought an atmosphere of mysiery
and of danger into my fitting foom, i
felt she needed help. Mine, perhaps.
"I'm lost without Virginia," I said,
baiting my trap carefully. "I don't
begrudge her the day with Betty, but
until you came I didvi-r know what to
do. I never can tell if things are. be
coming or not. You'll decide for me,
won't you, dear? I know you have
splendid taste."
"Of course, I'll help you, Anne,"
replied Phoebe, with a nice, young air
of importance.
After I'd deferred to her judgment
carefully at every point,. I made my
next plea, and Phoebe didn't guess
that it was her own nervous, jumpy
manner and her tired little voice that
inspired it.
"Please dorVt doom me to lunching
alone, Phoel. I always feel s
awkward going into a dining room all
bv myself. You'll be a dear and even
berak an engagement if you have to.
won't you ?"
"I'll lunch with you, Anne I
couldn't bear to be alone either." said
trienne that she is at her best. Xo
frills and furbelows then does she
have-i or need to enhance her
charms. In .tailored suit and severely
simple hat or cap she is a splendid
example of loveliness unadorned. How
those of us who have stepped over
that "line that lies between" envy
her youth and vigor as she passes
by at a lively canter, riding her steed
with poise and pose that would have
done credit to an Amazon!
There are more fabrics and styles
from which to choose one's riding
habit than might be imagined. Gray
homespun and black velveteen is a
striking combination, and of course
with such an alliance one could not
do better than to wear a shiny sailor.
A sailor, too, is almost certain to be
becoming, while a cap looks really
well upon a comparatively few.
LPslA
BISBE.
Phoebe with what seemed almost like
a flash of gratitude.
That encouraged me to go on and
try to find some way of giving her
the help I felt more and more con
i vinced she needed and couldn't ask
for. Right through clams and eggs,
l.-enedietine and asparagus vinaigrette,
Phoebe baffled me. however.
The sense that she was in trouble
came to me more and more strongly,
but it seemed as if I weredoomed to
fail as I had failed when I tried to
help Phdebe and Neal to find each
other again. That thought frightened
me so that suddenly I gave, up my
policy of heing tactful and clever and
leading Phoebe to ask for help. In
stead I leaned across the table and
spoke out just what was in my heart:
"Phoebe. I know there's something
troubling you. Won't you tell me?"
Phoebe's mouth tightened, and her
eyes took on the remote look I had
learned to dread 'in Jim's. She was
going to slam the. door of her mind in
my face, I could see that.
"Oh, Phoebe!" I cried. "I'm so -useless.
Xo one needs me. Won't you
let me try to help you?"
Phoebe, studied me fo a. moment,
as if she were sorry for me, as if she
sensed what my partial revelation
meant. Then she gave a quick, reck
less Uugh, and reverted frankly to
her own troubles.
"I might as well tell you., I've got
to tell !'Onie one. I ruess you can Ire
trusted not to give me away. Here it
is, Anne, I'm in debt. Terribly in
debt. And I've no one to ask for
help. I can't ask for more of the
money Pat pays Virginia, I take too
much of that as it is."
As the sentences jerked out, I had
a sense of relief. The dear baby!
She'd been -buying too many pretty
clothes. Fortunately I could help her.
I had a bank account now. " Jim gave
me fiveh undred dollars whe.n Terry
stock boomed and I opened a check
ing account. My first check would go
to Phoebe, and maybe it would bring.,
me her friendship. Some of my relief
must have gotten into my voice as I
replied cheerfully:
"Oh, so that's it! We'll soon fix
that, I've a bank account now,
Phoebe, and I'll be glad to let you
have a hundred or even two." I
added as sight of her face, still stark
and unhappy.
"A hundred? That's very good of
you, Anne." Phoebe's voice was col
orless. "But that's not enough."
I fairly gasped. For a second I
hesitated. Then something in
Phoebe's w7ide, frightened eyes com
pelled me and I knew I must give
her all I had.
"I've five hundred," I said quietly.
"You shall have it all. dear."
Phoe:be lifted her hands to the edgo
of the table and claspeed them tight
so the knuckles showed white, like
her face. Then in a strangled voice I
jould scarcely hear she gasped:
"Five hundred dollars wouldn't
help me, Anne it's not enough."
(To Be CcmttnuedO