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iWATERBURY EVENING DEMOCRAT, SATURDAY, JANUARY. 26, 1907.
CHAPTER X.
An Affair With the Caretaker.
I read in the library until late, hear
ing the howl of the wind outside with
satisfaction n the warmth and com
fort of the great room. Bates brought
in some sandwiches and a bottle of
ale at midnight. ...
"If there's nothing more, sir "
"That is all, Bates." And he went
off sedately to his own quarters.
I was restless and in no mood for
Her Brilliant Cheeks Were a Delight
to the Eye. :
bed, and mourned the lack of variety
In my grandfather's library. I moved
' about from shelf to shelf, taking down
one book after another, and while thus
engaged came upon a series of large
volumes extra illustrated in water col
ors of unusual beauty. They occupied
V a lower shelf, and I sprawled on the
floor like a boy with a new picture
C book In my absorption, , piling the
treat volumes about me. They were
j. on related subjects pertaining to the
French chateaux.
In the last volume I found a sheet
of white note paper no larger than
" my hand, a forgotten book mark, I as
sumed, and half crumpled it in my fin
gers before I noticed the lines of a'
pencil sketch on one side of it I car
fried it to the table and spread it out
It was not, the bit of idle penciling
fit had appeared to be at first sight A
scale had evidently been followed and
the lines drawn with a ruler. With
such trifles my grandfather had no
doubt amused himself. There was a
long corridor indicated, but of this I
could make nothing. I studied it for
.- several minutes, thinking it might
N have been a tentative sketch of some
, part of the house. In turning It about
, under the candelabrum I saw that In
several places the glaze had been
rubbed from the paper by an eraser,
and this piqued my curiosity. I
brought a magnifying glass to bear
upon the sketch. The drawing had
r been made with a hard pencil and the
i eraser had removed the lead, but a
well defined imprint remained.
I was able to make out the letters,
N. W. to C a reference clearly
Cough to points of the compass and
a distance. The word ravine was
crawled over a rough outline of a
" doorway or opening of some sort and
- then the phrase:
VH DOOR OP BEWILDERMENT.
1 Now I am rather an Imaginative
person; that is why engineering cap
tured my fancy. It was his efforts
. to make an architect (a person who
quarrels with women about their
kitchen sinks!) of a boy who wanted
to be an engineer that caused me to
. break with my grandfather. Fate was
busy with my affairs that night for,
r instead of lighting my pipe with the
i little sketch I was strangely Impelled
i. to study It seriously.
I drew for myself rough outlines of
- the Interior of Glenarm House as it
; bad appeared to me, and then I tried
- to reconcile the little sketch with ev
: ery part of it
- "The Door of Bewilderment" was
the charm that held me. My curiosity
was thoroughly aroused as to the hid
den corners of the queer old house,
round which the wind shrieked tor
mentingly. I went to my room, put
on my corduroy coat, took a candle
and went below. One o'clock In the
morning Is not the most cheering
hour for exploring the dark recesses
of a strand house, but I had resolved
to have a look at the ravine opening
and determine, if possible, whether it
bore any relation to "The Door of Be
trilderment" All was quiet In the great cellar;
only here and there an area window
ra'tled dolorously. I carried a tape-
line with me and made measurements
of the length and depth of the corri
dor and of the chambers that were set
off from It These figures I entered in
my notebook for further use. and sat
down on an empty nail keg to reflect
The place was certainly substantial;
the candle at my feet burned steadily
with no bint of a draft; bat I saw no
solution of my problem. I was losing
sleep for nothing; my grandfather's
sketch was meaningless, and I rose
and picked up my candle, yawning.
Then a curious thing happened. The
randle. whose thin flame had risen un
waveringly, sputtered and went out as
t sudden gust swept the corridor.
I had left nothing open behind me,
. but some one had gained Ingress to
the cellar by an opening of which I
knew nothing.
I faced the stairway that led up to
the back nail of the nous when, to
bit astonishment, step aouaded be
hind me. and. turning. I saw a man
carrying a lantern coming toward me
f marked his "careless step; be was i
ansoubted'y on familiar ground. As I
jrstcre-1 1 v !-.
tern to a level with his eyes and be
gan sounding the outer corridor wall
with a hammer. . . . . . . ,'
Here, undoubtedly, was my friend
Morgan again! There was the same
periodicity in the beat on the wall
that I had heard In my own rooms.
He began at the top and went method
ically to the floor. I leaned against
the wall where I stood and watched
the slow approach of the lantern. The
small revolver with which I had first
fired at his flying figure in the wood
was in my pocket It was just as
well to have it out with the fellow
now. My chances were as good as
his, though I confess I did not relifh
the thought of being found dead the
next morning In the cellar of my own
house. It pleased my humor to let him
approach In this way, .unconscious that
he was watched, until I should thrust
my pistol into his face.
His arms grew tired when he was
about ten feet , from , me and he
dropped the lantern and hammer to
his side and swore under his breath
Impatiently.
Then he began again with greater
zeal. ' As he came nearer I studied his
face in the lantern's light with inter
est His hat was thrust back, and I
could see his jaw hard Bet under his
blond beard.
He took a step nearer, ran his eyes
over the wall and resumed his tap
ping, beginning close to the celling.
In settling himself for the new series
of strokes he swayed toward me
slightly and I could hear his hard
breathing. I. was deliberating how
best to throw myself upon him, but tm
I wavered he stepped DacK, swore at
his ill luck and flung the hammer to
the ground.
"Thanks!" I shouted, leaping for
ward and snatching the' lantern.
"Stand just where you are!"
. With the revolver in my right hand
and the lantern held high in my left,
I enjoyed his utter consternation, as
my. voiced roared in the corridor.
"It's too bad we meet under such
strange circumstances, Morgan," I
said. "I'd begun to miss. you; but I
suppose you've been sleeping in the
daytime to gather strength for your
night prowling."
"You're a fool," he growled. He
was recovering from his fright I
knew it by the gleam of his teeth In
his yellow beard. His eyes, too, were
moving restlessly about. He undoubt
edly knew the house better than I did,
and was considering the best means of
escape. I did not know what to do
with him now that I had him at the
point of a pistol; and In my ignorance
of his motives and my vague surmise
as to the agency back of him, I was
filled with uncertainty. 1
"You needn't hold that thing quite
so near," he said, staring at me coolly.
"I'm glad It annoys you, Morgan," I
said. "I want you to tell me how you
got in here."
He laughed.
"I came in by the kitchen window,
It yon must know. I got in before
your solemn jack-of-all-tradea locked
it up, and I walked down to the end
of the passage there" he indicated
the direction with a slight jerk of his
head "and slept until It was time to
1 go to work."
"If you can't lie better than that
you needn't try again. Face about
now, and march!"
I put new energy Into my tone, and
he turned and walked before me down
the corridor in the direction from
which he had come. We were, I dare
say, a pretty pair he tramping dog
gedly before me, I following at his
heels with his lantern and my pistol.
"Not so fast," I admonished sharp
ly. "Excuse me," he replied mockingly.
He was no common rogue; I felt
the quality In him with a certain ad
miration for his scoundrelly talents.
I continued at his heels, poking the
muzzle of the reviver against his
back from time to time to keep him
assured of my presence a device that
I was to regret a second later.
When we were, I should Judge,
about ten yards from the end of the
corridor, at that moment I prodded
him with the point of the revolver,
he fell backward against me, threw
his arm over bis bead and grasped
me about the neck, meanwhile turn
ing himself lithely until bis fingers
clasped my throat The lantern fell
from my hand and one or the other
of ns smashed it with our feet
A wrestling match In that dark hole
was not to my liking. I still held onto
the revolver, waiting for a chance to
use It and meanwhile be tried to
throw me. forcing me bask against
one side and then another of the cor
ridor. With a quick rush he flung me
away, and in the same second I tired.
The roar of the shot In the narrow
corridor was deafening. I flung my
self on the floor, expecting a return
hot, and quickly enough a flash broke
upon the darkness dead ahead, and I
rose to my feet flred again and leaped
to the oposite side of the corridor and
crouched there. We bad adopted the
same tactics, firing and dodging to
avoid the target made by the flash of
our pistols, and watching and listen
ing after the roar of the explosions.
It was a very pretty game, but not
destined to last long. He was slowly
retreating toward the end of the pass
age where there was. 1 remembered, a
dead walL His only chance was to
crawl through an area window t knew
to be there, and this would, t felt
sure, give him Into my bands.
After Ave shots apiece there waa a
truce. The pungent smoke of the pow
der caused me to cough, aad be
laughed-
-Have y swallowed a ballet, Mr.
- V
1 could hear bis feet scraping on the
cement floor; he was moving away
from me, doubtless intending to Are
when he reached the area window and
escape before I could reach him. I
crept warily after him, ready to fire
on the instant, but not wishing to
throw away my last cartridge.
He was now vry near the end of
the corridor. I heard his feet strike
some boards that I remembered lay
on the floor there, and I was nerved
for a shot and a hand-to-hand strug
gle, if it came to that
I was sure that he sought the win
dow; I heard his hands on the wall as
he felt for it Then a breath of cold
air swept the passage, and I knew
that he must be drawing himself up
to the opening. I flred and dropped
to the floor. With the roar of the ex
plosion I heard him yell, but the ex
pected return shot did not follow.
The pounding of my heart seemed
to mark the passing of hours. I
feared my foe was playing some- trick,
creeping toward me, perhaps, to Are
at close range, or to grapple with me
in the dark. The cold air whistled
into the corridor, and I began to feel
the chill of it. Being fired upon is
disagreeable enough, but waiting in
the dark for the shot is intolerable. . I
rose and walked toward the end of
the passage.
Then his revolver flashed and roared
directly ahead, the flame of It so near
that it blinded me and the wad of the
cartrlde burned and stung my cheek. I
fell forward dazed and blinded, but
shook myself together In a moment
He Flung Me Away and in the tame
:i Second I Fired.
and got upon my feet The draft of
air no longer blew Into the passage.
Morgan had taken himself off through
the window and closed it after him.
I made sure of this by going to the
window and feeling it with my hands.
I went back and groped about for
my candle, which found without diffi
culty and lighted. I then returned to
the window to examine the catch. To
my utter astonishment It was fas
tened with staples, driven deep into
the sash in such a way that it could
not possibly have been opened with
out an expenditure of time and labor.
My eyes smarted from the smoke of
the last shot, and my cheek stung
where the wadding had struck my
face. I was alive, but in my vexation
and perplexity not, I fear, wholly
grateful for my safety. It was, how
ever, some consolation to feel sure I
had winged the enray.
I gathered up the fragments of Mor
gan's lantern and went back to the li
brary. The lights in half the candle
sticks bad sputtered out I extin
guished the remainder and started to
my room. -
Then, in the great dark hall, I heard
a muffled tread as of some one follow
ing me not on the broad staircase,
nor in any place I could identify yet
unmistakably on steps of some sort
beneath or above me. My nerves
were already keyed to a breaking
pitch, and the ghost-like tread in the
wall angered me. Morgan, or his ally.
Bates, undoubtedly, O reflected, at
some new trick. I ran into my room,
found a heavy wajklng stick and set
off for Bates' room on the third floor.
It was always easy to attribute any
sort of mischief to the fallow, and
-undoubtedly he was crawling through
the house somewhere on an errand
that boded no good to me.
It was now past two o'clock and he
should have been asleep and out of
the way long ago. I crept, to his room
and threw open the door without I
must say, the slightest idea of find
ing him there. But Bates, the enigma.
Bates, the Incomparable cook, the per
fect servant sat at a table, the light
of several candles falling on a book
over which he was bent with that
maddening gravity he had never yet
in my presence thrown off.
He rose at once, stood at attention,
Inclining his head slightly.
"Yes, Mr. Glenarm."
"Yes. the devil!" I roared at him.
astonished at finding him aorry. I
must say, that he was there! The
stick fell from my hands. I did not
doubt he knew perfectly well that I
had some purpose In breaking in upon
him. I us baffled and In my rage
floundered for words to explain my
self. "I thought I heard some one In the
house. I don't want yon prowling
about In the night do you bear?"
"Certainly not sir." be replied In a
grieved tone
I glanced at the book be had been
reading. It was a volume of Shakes
peare's comedies, open at the first
scene of the last act of "Winter!
Tale
"Quite a pretty bit of work that I
should aay," he remarked. It was
one of my late master's favorite."
"Go to the devil!" 1 bawled at him.
aad went down to my room and
lammed the dour In rage and
chagrin.
CHAPTER XL
I Receive a CalL
Going to bed at three o'clock on
winter morning in a boose whose
ways are disquieting, after a duel la
which yew escaped whole only by
sheer good luck, does not lit one for
sleep. When I finally drew the covers
over me it was to lie aad specs la la
upon the events of the night In coa
aeetJoa with the history of U few
weeks I had spent at Glenarm. Larry
had suggested In New York that Pfck
ertng was playing some deep game,
and I, myself, could not accept Pick
ering's statement that my grandfath
er's large fortune had proved to be a
myth. If Pickering had not stolen or
dissipated it, where was it concealed?
Morgan was undoubtedly looking for
something of value or he would not
risk his life in the business; and it
was quite possible that he was em
ployed by Pickering to search for hid
den property. This idea took strong
hold of me, the more readily, I fear,
since I had always been axlous to see
evil in Pickering. ; There was, to be
sure, the unknown alternative heir,
but neither he nor Sister Theresa
was, I imagined, a person capable of
hiring 'an assassin to kill me.
On reflection I dismissed the idea
of appealing to the county authorities,
and I never regretted that resolution,
The seat of Wabana county was 20
miles away, the processes of law were
unfamiliar, and I wished to avoid pub
licity. Morgan might of course, have
been easily disposed of by an appeal
to the Anmandale constable, but now
that I suspected Pickering of treach
ery the caretaker's importance dwin
dled. I had wanted all my life for a
chance at" Arthur Pickering, and in
this affair I hoped to draw him into
, the open and settle with him.
I slept presently but woke at my
usual hour, and after a tub felt ready
for another day. Bates served me,
as usual, a breakfast that gave a fair
aspect to the morning. , I was alert
for any sign of perturbation in him;
but I had already decided that I
might as well look for emotion in a
stone wall as in this placid, colorless
serving man. I had no reason to sus
pect him of complicity in the night's
affair, but I had no faith In him, and
merely waited until he should show
his hand. v ; ' :-, s
' By my plate next morning I found
this note, written in a clear, bold,
, woman's hand:
' "The Sisters of St. Agatha trust
that the intrusion upon his grounds
by Miss Armstrong, one of their stu-
dents, has caused Mr. Glenarm no an
noyance. The Sisters beg that this
infraction of their discipline will be
overlooked, and they assure Mr. Glen
arm that It will not recur."
An unnecessary apology! The note
paper was of the best quality. At
the head of the page "St Agatha's,
Annandale" was embossed in purple.
One of the sisters I had seen beyond
the wall undoubtedly wrote it possi
bly Sister Theresa herself. A clever
wdman, that! - Thoroughly capable of
plucking money from guileless oil
gentlemen! Poor Olivia! born for
freedom, but doomed to a pent-up ex
istence with a lot of nuns! I resolved
to send her a box of candy sometime
just to annoy her guardians. Then
my own affairs claimed attention.
- "Bates," I asked, "do you know
what Mr. Glenarm did with the plana
for this house?"
He started slightly. I should not
have noticed it if I bad not been M
keen for bis answer. - r
- "No, sir. I can't put my band upon
them, sir."
"Thafa all very well,' Bates, but you
didn't answer my question. Do you
know where they are? I'll put my
hand on them if you will" kindly tall
me where they're kept"
"I fear very much, Mr. Glenarm,
that they have been destroyed. I tried
to find them before you came, to tell
yon the whole truth, air; but they
must have been put out of the way."
"That's very Interesting, Bates. Will
you kindly tell me whom you suspect
of destroying them? The toast again,
please."
His hand shook at be passed the
plate.
. "I hardly like to say, sir. when It's
only a suspicion."
"Of course I shouldn't ask you to
incriminate yourself, but I'll have to
insist on my question. It may have
occurred to you. Bates, that In a sense
In a sense, mind you I'm the mas
ter here."
"Well, I should say. If you press me
that I fear Mr. Glenarm, your grand
father, burned the plans when he left
here the last time. I hope you will
pardon me, sir, for seeming to reflect
upon him."
"Reflect upon the devil! What was
his idea, do you suppose?"
1 think, sir, if you will pardon"
"Don't be so fussy!", I snapped.
"Damn your pardon, and go on!"
"He wanted you to study out the
place for yourself, sir. It was dear
to his heart this house. He set his
heart upon having you enjoy It "
"I like the word go ahead."
"And I suppose there are things
about It that he wished yon to learn
for yourself."
"Yon know them, of course, nnd are
watching me when I'm not and cold,
watching me to see when I'm hot and
cold, like kids at a child's game."
The fellow turned and faced me
across the table. ,
"Mr. Glenarm, as I hope God may
be merciful to me la the last judg
ment I don't know any more about It
; than yon do."
"Yon were here with Mr. Glenarm
an the time he was building the bouse,
; but yon never saw walls built that
' weren't what they appeared to be, or
j doors made that didn't lead any
v where."
I summoned all my irony and con
tempt for this arraignment He lifted
bis hand as though mating oath.
"A God sees me. that ia all true, t
was here to care for the dead master's
comfort and not to spy ok him, sir."
"And Morgan, yjur friend, what
about hfrnT
"I wish I knew, sir
" "I wish to the devil you did." aad t
flung oat of the room and Into the li
brary. At 11 o'clock t beard a pounding
at the great front door aad Bates came
to an rosace a caller, who was now
tamping the enow front bis shoes
audibly la the outer ball.
"The Reverend Paul Stoddard, air."
The chaplain of St Agatha's waa a
big fellow, aa t bad remarked on the
occasion of ais Interview with OHvta
Gladya Armstrong ay tie waa. mis i
Bght browa hair was dues tut; JUt
smooth shavon u,.i was bright with
the freshness of youth. Here was a
sturdy young apostle without frills,
but with a vigorous grip that left my
hand tingling. His voice was deep
and musical a voice that suggested
sincerity, and inspired confidence.
, "I'm afraid I haven't been neigh
borly, Mr. Glenarm. I . was called
away from home a few days ago after
I heard of your arrival, and I have
just got back. I blew in yesterday
with the snow storm." -:
He folded ' his ! arms easily and
looked at me with cheerful directness,
as though politely speculating as to
what manner of man I might be. ' .
"It was a fine storm; I got a great
day, out of it". I said. "An Indiana
snow storm is something I have never
experienced before."
"This is my second winter. 1 1 came
out here because I wished to do some
reading and thought I'd rather do it
alone In a university." ' '
. "Studious habits are rather forced
on one out here, I should say. In my
own case my course of reading is all
cut out for me." '' . '
I "The Glenarm collection is famous
the best in the country, easily. Mr
Glenarm, your grandfather was cer
tainly an enthusiast I met him sev
eral times, though he was a trifle hard
to meet!" and the clergyman smiled.
"My grandfather had his whims;
but he . was a fine, generous-hearted
old gentleman," I said. ' '
"You haven't been on our side of
the wall yet? Well, I promise not to
molest your hidden treasure if you'll
be neighborly," and he1 laughed mer
rily. -.'. -,?-:. '..;;?.;
"I fear there's a big joke involved in
the hidden treasuro," I replied. "I'm
so "8v ; ' ' " it
that I have no time for social recrea
tion." ; v .-v. ;
He looked at me quickly to see
whether I was joking. , His eyes were
steady and earnest The Reverend
Paul Stoddard impressed me more and
more agreeably. There was a sugges
tion of quiet strength about him that
drew me to him.
"I suppose every one about here
thinks of nothing but that I'm at Glen
arm to earn my Inheritance. My resi
dence here must look ' pretty sordid
from the outside." . . . ,
. "Mr. Glenarm'a will is a matter of
record in the county, of course. But
you are too hard on yourself. It's no
body's business if your grandfather
wished to visit his whims on you. I
should say, In my own case, that I
don't consider it any of my business
what you are here for. I didn't come
over to annoy you or to pry into your
affairs. I get lonely now and then
and thought I'd like to establish neigh
borly relations." 1
"Thank you; I appreciate your com
ing very much," and my heart warm
ed under the manifest kindness of the
man."
"And I hope" he spoke for the first
time with restraint "I hope nothing
will prevent your knowing Sister
Theresa and Miss Devereux, They
are interesting and charming the
only women about here of your own
social status:" ;, ' ' ' ''.:'
My liking for him abated slightly.
He might be a detective, represent
ing the alternative .heir, for all I knew
and possibly Sister Theresa was a
party to the conspiracy to drive me
away.
"In time, no doubt in time, I shall
know them," I answered evasively.
"Oh, quite as you like!" and he
changed the subject We talked of
many things of outdoor sports, with
which he showed great familiarity, of
universities, of travel and adventure.
Columbia was his alma mater, but he
had spent two years at Oxford.
"Well," he exclaimed, " this has
been very pleasant but I must run. I
have just been over tq see Morgan,
the caretaker, at the resort village.
The poor fellow accidentally shot him
self yesterday cleaning his gun or
something of that sort and he has an
ugly hole In his arm that will shut
him up for a month or worse.' He
gave me an errand to do for him. He's
a conscientious fellow and wished me
to wire for him to Mr. Pickering that
he'd been hurt, but waa attending to
his duties. Pickering owns a house
at the farther end of the colony and
Morgan has charge of it You know
Pickering, of course?"
I looked my clerical neighbor
straight in the eye, a trifle coldly, per
haps. F was wondering why Morgan,
with whom I had enjoyed a duel in my
own cellar only a few hours before,
should be reporting his injury to Ar
thur Pickering.
"I think I have seen Morgan about
here." I said.
"Oh, yes! He's a woodsman and a
hunter our Nimrod of the lake." -
"A good sort," very likely!"
"I dare say. He baa sometimes
brought me ducks during the season."
"To be sure! They shoot ducks at
night those Hoosler hunters so I
hear!". . .'
He laughed as he shook himself into
his greatcoat
That's possible, though unsports
manlike. But we don't have to look a
gift mallard In the eye."
We laughed together. It was easy
to laugh with him.
"By the way, I forgot to get Pick
ering's address from Morgan. If you
happen to have It"
"With pleasure." I said. "Alexis
Building, Broadway, New York."
"Good! That's easy to remember."
be said, smiling and turning up his
coat collar. "Don't forget me; Tm
quartered la a hermit's cell back of
the chapel, and I believe we can find
many matter of Interest to talk
about"
Tm confident of It" I said, glad of.
the sympathy and cheer that seemed
to emanate from his stalwart figure
1 threw on my overcoat and walked
to the gate with him and aaw bin
hurry toward the village with long
strides.
. (To be Continued. ,
Mother wlto give their cblldren Ken
aedy Laxative Conga Syroo Invarie
ably mdorae It Coats ins Lney atd
Tar. Conform to the Xatiena!
Pare Food and Drug Law. Sold by
B. W. Lake Drag Co. Jos A. Earth,
CS Sank street, Emlra.
The costume at tfee left Is of soft gray
ish green cloth trimmed with braid and
ioutaohe embroidery of a little deeper
shade. The bolero opens over a waist
coat of white cloth or velvet, embroidered
In delicate colon, and the sleeves are.
finished with under cuffs of the same.
The skirt Is made with flat plaiti at
the top and a box plait In the middle of
the front and back. It la trimmed with
bands of the braid and embroidery which
finlati at different distances from the
front.
The other gown i of striped brown
cloth' or cheviot. The short jacket la
Dooooooooooeoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooi
It is the plaint of the woman of to
day who would be well-gowned that
the goddess of fashion grows more ex
travagant with advancing years, but
at least it must he admitted that she
displays mofj judgment for each year
and each season of the year discloses
greater freedom of choice in gowning
as compared with former years, and
this makes tor more artist! draping
of the human form and more charm
ing framework In the way of coiffures
and chapeaus for the feminine face.
Time was, and not so very long since,
when every one had to wear immense
sleeve or else be hopelessly old-fash'
loned in their frocks, and how hideous
Heliotrope Velvet and Venetian Point
' Costume. '
these outstanding puffs were! They
suited only the tall and thin, but the
short, fat woman added ten or more
Inches to her breadth and deducted an
equal number from her height with
great cheerfulness, rather than appear
old-fashioned. This la but one of the
many Instance of ridiculous adher
ence to a particular style of gown.
In hats, la alze, shape, and color
there la no limit; sense nnd good taste
alone are requisite. As to coiffures,
they may be worn high or low, and
with or without the pompadour, taw
celled or plain, whichever suit best
the Individual type.
The light weight broadcloths, wheth
er plalov checked or otherwise, are
seen In many of the modish costumes.
The plain clothe are nsed for the for
mal calling costumes, and the checks
for the Informal aad tailored costumes
for walklag and Informal wear gener
ally. Indeed, cloths seem to lead over
velvetathls season at the smart day
affairs, where, a last winter, any
number of velvet gown were la evi
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trimmed with banda of the material, the
atrrpes running oroaawise; theae are Bor
dered with narrow bias bands also of the
material. '
The ahawl collar la of brown velvet,
the waistcoat la of cream-colored cloth
fastened with mother-of -pearl DUtiona.
The jacket Is finished with a little
filalted basque and the aleerea are fln
Bhed and trimmed to correspond.
The skirt la made with ten gores or
breadths, the stripes running alternately
lengthwise and crosswise and forming
box plaits In two widths. It Is trimmed
with the bias bands, giving the same
effect aa on the Jacket
. In colors there are many shades of
gray, castor and brown. It may safely
be said .that, so far as the writer ha
observed, there are more gowns worn
of these colors In different shade than
of any ' otlu , save black. Green Is
worn In great moderation, there is no
more blue In evidence than usual, for
blue is a staple color, and, as for
mauve, exquisite as it is, it Is trying
and less of it is worn Just now.
, Some of the most beautiful panan
cloth costumes are In rich cerise pinks
and a warm yellow; the latter sound
odd, to, Bay the least, but that is th1
color; a soft-dull shade, not apricot,
not lemon, and one that blend admin
ably with certain brown.
One very attractive costume we
noted the other day was one consist
ing of a walking skirt and Eton coat
of one of the new checked clothii, tha
checks about a third of an inch across
and in dull colors. In the somewhat
dim light the checks looked to be a
blue and brown, or green.
The little Eton coat hung out from
the figure above the belt but long
enough to touch it if pulled in, and at
the top there was a pointed-yoke ef-
teci, pruuucea prooaDiy oy me trim
ming. The sleeves were of medium
size, and the coat and the skirt also
were trimmed with bands of plain
cloth or else braid an inch and a qu&r
ter wide. These plain trappings out
lined a hip yoke at the sides only, the
strappings then running down tha
skirt, dividing it into panels.
The gown was topped by a pelerine,
and she carried a muff to match.
ine nai worn was a moderately
large, almost flat oval-shaped affair.
with a low crown. It was a sort, of
castor brown, with a knot of blue or
green velvet at. one side, combining
well with the color of one of tha
check In the costume. From this
knot a white aierette atreamaH nn .-a
then back.
The purple velvet reception gown
shown herewith is a superb example
of the use of Venetian point In a rich
cream, almost an ecru. It may be sus
pected that that part of the jupe cov
ered ny tne coat is or sort silk or satin
and that the coat Is tacked to It for It
would be a sartorial sin to cover so
much exquisite and costly lace as a
whole skirt would necessitate if worn
with bo long a coat drapery.
The coat of the skirt I cut Into
gores, each overlapping the one la
front nnd each a bit shorter as It goen
toward the front until the two sepa
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panel. Each gore of the 'coat is edged
with ermine, and the four large ca
bochons seen at the front of the b loos
ing top are of brilliants aad amethyst
set In gold.
The sleeves have a foundation of
heavy cream satin, finished at the bot
tom with deep bands of Venetian point
edged with velvet and the upper part
of each sleeve I concealed by three
overlapping flounces of point applique.
The waistcoat is of the point Lace, and
the little high stock aad attached
piece are of tucked white chiffoa.
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