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THE HOLBROOK NEWS. HOLBROOK, ARIZONA. APRIL 8, 1021.
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CHAPTER XIII Continued.
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A prod of the six-shooter empha
sized the ' coumiacd. The sheriff
jumped. There was nothing else to
do. He was still floundering about
on the inner margin of the pool be
. hind the falls when the Pearlhunter
landed lightly beside him, almost up
on him. The passage was dark dark
as the inside of a pistol barrel. It
wss a very reassuring fact It meant
that there was no candle burning far
ther ahead in the cave. He was in
time. Making sure of that very im
portant fact, he thrust the revolver
into the holster pocket at his hip,
grasped the sheriff by the collar and
hurried up the passage.
By the same subtle instinct that had
served him the night before, he knew
when he reached the point at which
the passage widened . into the cave.
. There he loosed the sheriff's collar and
struck a match. The sheriff caught
his breath and stared. The horse, the
candle in the cranny, the saddle and
spurs, the feed nil just as it had
been described to him.
"I never knew there was anything
like this under Fallen Rock."
"You're probably the third man thai
ever did know it. Pick your steps
across those slivers of shale there and
get into that pocket behind the hay.
Hurry ! We mustn'i show much light.
He's due any minute."
The one match served. So urgently
did the Pearlhunter consider the need
of haste that before it was gone they
were crowded well back in the pocket
behind the hay.
"The instant you're convinced I'm
not the Red Mask, nudge me, and I'll
give your revolver back. And I
needn't tell you that when the time
comes to act, we've got to act quick."
The two men had stood in the pock
et for what niu.it have been half an
liour, and the throb of the Pearlhunt
er's wound was becoming almost un
bearable, when the horse grew sud
denly quiet The Pearlhunter sank
low in the cover and pulled the sheriff
down, beside him. A match scraped;
a sputtering flame hunted the candle
la the cranny; the cave, the t horse,
the Jaunty form of the man they'await
ed sprang out of the dark.
He came straight to the horse; the
one friend absolutely true to him in
all his dangerous world ; the one
friend who still regarded him as a
gentleman. The horse reached out his
nose to meet him ; rubbed his shoulder
with his head. . A moment the man
gave to the caress, then hurried to
the corn sack, livid three ears upon
thé rock, and turned to the hay.
Now was the critical Instant. If they
escaped his glance now ! But he
was totally unsuspecting. Without
raising his eyes as far as the pocket f
he grabbed up a handful or two of, the
brightest straws and turned back to
the horse.
"Short rations tonight. Rocket; and
I'll make your toilet while you eat."
He took down from near where the ;'
saddle hung a curry comb and brush
from' another of the numerous cran
nies of the cave and proceeded, with
surprising skill and quickness, to
groom the horse. The task completed,
he laid back the brush and curry
comb, and, lifting the feet of the horse,
examined .them one by one, nail by
nail, afterward running his hands
down the horse's limbs and lingering
over each joint finally summing up
the Inspection by listening with no
little core to the animal's breathing.
It was the work of a master. The In
spection over, he took the saddle down
from the wall, threw it on the horse,
drew the girths, hung the bridle on the
tioro. unstrapped his spuirs from the
back of the saddle and buckled them
to his heels.'
"I wish I knew," he muttered, half
to himself, apparently half to his
dumb companion, as he waited for the
animal to finish his supper, "whether
that Pearlhunter has left It looks
like he had. And yet, that's not like
bis.' Breed to cut out. Still, there's
always a chance." He seemed to
meditate; flung up his head with a
bitter grimace and a toss of his hand.
"Chance!" be growled. "Whdt's life
without its chance ! Life ! Huh ! A
game of chance with the cards
slacked, and the devil's deal ! Rocket
you'll carry double tonight Yellow
curls, eyes like bluebells and ankles
!. But high headed she came dev
ilish nigh shootin' me this afternoon !
But . the harder to tame, the better
worth tamln'."
The Pearlhunter was writhing back
In the pocket, his face like the rock
he crouched against; but the sheriff
hadn't nr.dged him.
The Red Mask looked down at the
fast disappearing provender before
the horse, walked back and forth
across the cave a time or two, turned
and stood for a moment or two fum
bling , hehind the oak root where it
had been tied.
"That sheriff." He straightened,
threw up his head and laughed boister
ously. "He couldn't find a lost ele
phant, let alone a wonderful, wee lit
tle drop of distilled witchery like
this."
From the dry clay and shale back
of the oak root he had drawn forth a
small plush box. With the word "this"
he blew the dust off, and pushed in
the 'jctch. The lid flipped up. On the
tiny cushion lay the Blue Moon
twinkling In the candle-light cot un
like the princess that waked up in the
cave of the dragon. v
At last came the sheriff's nudge.
The Pearlhunter quietly passed his re
volver over. There couldn't have-been
a sound In the act louder than the
drawing of a breath, but somehow it
must have reached the man by the
horse. There came a change over his
Tace a change so slight as to be as
good as imperceptible; to be felt
"By DAVIT)
rather than seen. Had he so much as
glanced toward the pocket back of the
hay, the Pearlhunter would have acted
on the instant But he didn't glance
that way. Very leisurely he closed the
bor, put it in his vest pocket and
looked down to see if the horse had
finished his supper.
The Pearlhunter was In the act of
pressing against the knee of the sheriff
in sign that the time had come, when,
totally without a warning sound, with
out the slightest preliminary motion,
there came a shot from behind the
horse that dashed the candle out. The
shot was followed by a scuffle of feet,
The Pearlhunter leaped the hay and
charged throuch the dense dark
straight at the horse. It wasn't there.
From the passage came the clatter of
hoofs. v
Followed by the stumbling sheriff,
he groped his way to the mouth of the
passage. He was barely In time to
hear a splash, and the click of steel
upon the rocks' of the pool.
CHAPTER XIV.
Man to Man and an Even Draw.
The candle lingered long that night
In the cabin of the three gables. The
old man was more than rusually rest
less. The girl hovered about his chair
constantly. She succeeded at last in
coaxing him down in his chair, where
he sat groaning; mumbling in his
beard ; and whetting the knife on the
palm of his hand. She hail smoothed
the cushions behind his head and
stood stroking his face with her hand.
when, without the least warning, the
door flew open, and, sharply outlined
against the dark background of the
nignr, a man wun a rea masK over ms
face stalked across the threshold.
He was, of course quite unaware
that the girl already knew his Identity,
That probably explained why he had
nut on the mask. It would be impos
sible to describe the startling trans
formation it wrought on his sinister
face. From out of all Its many ter
rors the night could not have selected
a more appalling one to fling into the
cabin.
The girl screamed and clung about
the old man in the chair. Her scream
séemed to rouse him. He glanced up.
rubbed his wide, pitiful eyes, and.
with a wild cry more that of beast
than man sprang from the chair with
a strength that sent the girl reeling.
The Merciless Arm S.ruck Again and
Again.
His sleeping senses seemed to wake,
to recognize the object for which his
ghostly eyes had searched the wood
for weary years a bit of red cloth
with a certain face behind it His
giant frame seemed to swell with a
strength tremendous. He raised the
knife and leaped toward the intruder.
A giant's strength, but with the dis
ordered unwieldiness of a stricken
mind. The knife barely grazed where
It was meant to kill. Before the gray
giant could recover his ponderous
strength to strike again, the Red Mask
had him by the wrist, and, seemingly
unwilling to risk the sound of a shot
was raining blows upon his head with
the butt of his heavy revolver. It was
a horrible thing to see. The girl stood
with laced fingers, helpless with hor
ror. The first blow brought the blood
streaming out over the white hair and
disabled the old man so frightfully
that he ceased the -struggle and stood
quivering. But the merciless arm
struck again and again until the vast
frame drooped, shrank together, the
knife fell from h(s fingers, his knees
gave way and he sank groaning to the
floor writhed, straightened and lay
still.
The ' revolver was foul with blood
and gray hair. The murderer noticed
it hastily wiped it away on a corner
of the fallen man's coat, thrust it back
into his pocket and raced the girl.
The spell was broken. She started
as if from a nightmare and sprang
back of the chair. Like a man pressed
for time, he dashed after her. With
the chair between them, she managed
for a bare moment to keep beyond his
hands. He kicked the chair out of
the way. She darted toward the
kitchen door, probably with the hope
of escaping to the woods, but he was
too close to her. She whirled toward
the door of the bedroom. The turn
was fatal. His hands reached her and
drove her back Into the corner of -the
room at the head of the couch.
She fought as only a woman fights
for a stake Infinitely higher than
life Itself. Since time began the earth
has staged that struggle. Her dress
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was torn, her body braised, her hands
gradually driven together behind her
back ; a hot wild face near her own,
A step creaked the plank at the door.
Her assailant whirled at? tha sound and
she sank panting against the wall.
Just Inside the door, his body
crouched forward, his lips tight drawn,
stood the tall form of the Pearlhunt
er.
- Things happened so fast in 4he next
instant that words are too slow to
keep ap with them. It was man to
man, and' an even draw. The two
shots came so close together that the
hills out through the open door caught
but onejecho. But the shot from the door
struck first a scant little mite of an
instant first and jarred the aim of
the other a trifle high. The shot from
the corner merely clipped a bandage
at the top of he Pearlhunter's shoul
der, drew a little welt on the skin
and whistled harmlessly away into the
night The bullet from the door evl
dently found the core of the target
The Red Mask bent backward. The
revolver dropped to his side. He tried
to raise it again ; seemed surprised
that he couldn't. He laughed oddly,
and swore; stared round toward the
girl ; gasped and choked. The revolver
slipped from his fingers. He groped
with his hands, as if searching the
air for it; staggered, caught himself,
tottered, pitched heavily to the floor.
The girl edged out of the corner
past his body and threw herself upon
the form of the- old man. The Pearl
hunter eased down the hammer qf his
revolver, thrust it back into his pock
et, and stooped beside her. At the
touch-of his hand, she raised her head
and knelt stroking the still face and
crying softly. The Pearlhunter opened
the old man's coat and felt over his
heart
"He's alive !"
She laid her face down close and
spoke his name the only name she
knew. There was no response.
Help me lift him to the couch,'
the man said.
They had the old man on the couch,
and the girl had run for water, when
the sheriff, who had been far out
stripped by the younger man, dashed
Into the cabin. All three worked over
him. . The Pearlhunter chafed one
.wrist the sheriff the other, while the
girl bathed his face, washed the blood
out of his hair, and strove to staunch
its flow by binding up his head in cold
cloths.
Suddenly, without any warning signs
of returning consciousness, the old
man plucked his hand away from the
Pearlhunter and rubbed it over his
face. His eyes came bpen, but they
were not the same eyes. And his face
was free from twitching. The girl
stared down upon him In wonder. The
Pearlhunter stooped low and marveled
at the startling transfftrmation. Nei
ther knew, nor even suspected, until
the doctor explained it days later, that
the blows of the revolver butt had
loosened the tiny bit of skull that had
so long shackled his brain loosened
It at the expense of a far worse hurt
but undoubtedly loosened It They
only knew that the eyes were free from
the vacant stare; that his face was
calm with the light of reason.
He felt again over bis face, seemed
astonished at the beard. His .eyes
calmly gazed up at the girl and stud
ied her a long time.
"You couldn't be Dotty?"
His voice was queer, hollow, quaver-
inc. like some sound from another
world so long had it gone unused.
"Oh. Daddy!"
She threw her arms around him and
dropped her head on his breast He
sat stroking her hair, finally raised
her, looked hard at her, rubbed his
eyes and looked again. '
"You must be Dotty. But you've
changed so since morning."
; The girl seemed unable to tell him.
She strove for words, but none came.
The Pearlhunter drew nearer. ,
"You've been sick a long time, sir,"
he said. "Seven years. And you're
Just getting well again."
The puzzled eyes, suddenly wakened
Into a world new and strange, turned
toward him.
"I haven't the pleasure of your ac
quaintance," he said with the stately
politeness of a day long gone. "May
I ask?"
"I'm I'm "
He hesitated, flushed. The girl.
calm again, came to the rescue.
He's he Pearlhunter, Daddy. 'He's
been good to me since you've been
sick."
The old man reached out his hand.
It seemed heavy for him. The Pearl
hunter grasped it He was startled to
find it cold. He glanced hastily into
the old man's face. A pallor was
spreading over It that was unmistak
able the momentary return to con
sciousness was but the gleam that at
the end of a gray day, sometimes flares
out between sundown and dark. He
said nothing of it to the girl, who was
happily busy again with the water and
bandages.
The sheriff had left the couch and
was squatted over the body of the
fallen bandit. The Pearlhunter hap
pened to glance that way. The sheriff
beckoned to him.
"This feller ain't dead yet he said.
when the Pearlhunter had joined him.
The young' man stooped over the
sprawled robber. He was still breath
ing. He don't deserve It" the sheriff
went 'on, "but it s only common de
cency to get him up."
He put his arm under the man and
raised him, while the Pearlhunter
brought a damp cloth from the basin
by the couch, and wiped hi face. The
touch of the cold cloth rallied him.
"WMerl" he mumbled, husky and
strained.
The girl had turned and was looking
on. She ran to the kitchen and brought
Copyright by the Bobb-Mem"U Company
' a cupful. The Pearlhunter held It to
the man's lips. He couldn't swallow,
but the touch of the water seemed to
revive him. He opened his eyes and
stared, like a man trying to make out
objects in a very dim light. His eyes
caught the glitter of the o.ieriff s star,
frowned, raised, found the Pearlhunter
and strained hard at him.
"And it was a cussed Warbritton
that got me at last !"
"Who speaks the name of Warbrit
ton?" came a hoarse voice from Mie
couch.
The dying bandit started, rolled Mis
eyes toward the sound.
"What was that ! That voice !"
The Pearlhunter caught the foot of
the couch and moved It around so the
two fast sinking men could see eacli
other. No sooner had the gray giant
on the couch caught a glimpse of the
man on the floor than, with a great
cry, he tried to rise. His utmost
strength only served to bring him par
ly up on an elbow, and that only with
the Pearlhunter's aid.
"Martin Redmond !" he cried and
almonst instantly: "Where is she?
The woman you distalned? And the
boy? Tell me! Tve still the strength
to tear it out of your cursed throat !
The dying robber fixed his falling
eyes on the couch. Only God know:
who giveth his grace to the just and
to the unjust how he found strength
for further words. ,
"Warbritton !" He muttered the
name huskily, the bloody froth upon
his lips. "She was not distalned.
was all a mistake, I let you think it
because I hated you becawse I loved
her because she loved you and nol
me. Twenty years she's roved these
rivers, pure as the dew at dawn. She
sleeps tonight In a grave four days old
at Fallen Rock."
He picked up his hand .Crom where
it sagged down upon the floor, carried
it at great labor to his bo.tfm, fumbled
under the fancy vest, drew forth
picture and laid it against his lipa
Tht1 Pearlhunter snatched it away. The
action brought the picture near the old
man. He seized it held it an instanl
before his eyes, and with a deep groan
laid it against his bosom. t
"And the boy?" he cried to the man
on the floor. "The boy?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NOW KNOWN TO BE CLOUDS
Up to Year 1900 the Projections on
Mars Had Been Thought to
Be Mountains.
The first obstjrver of projections on
Mars had attributed them to the same
cause that produces projections on the
moon that is, mountains. Such they
were said to be in France and at Lick.
This view, however, was-In 1892 dis
puted by W. H. Pickering, who consid
ered them to be not mountains, but
clouds. This view was supported by
A. E. Douglass, who observed them in
1S92 at Flagstaff, Ariz. The mountain
theory of their generation was shown
to be untenable and their ascription
to clouds proved to be the correct
theory In December, 1900. Only a sin
gle projection was visible in 1900, 1903
and 1905. As a mountain does not
change its place, and as nothing was
seen where something had been vis
ible, the phenomenon was proved to
not be a mountain peak. Now the only
other thing capable of catching the
light before it reached the surface
would be something suspended in the
air that is, a cloud. Deductions,
therefore, from the rarity of the phe
nomenon alone showed that the pro
jections must be clouds. Furthermore,
the projection was smaller after the
lapse of 24 hours. The something that
caused It was not only not attached to
the soil, but was moving and dissipat
ing as It moved along. Clouds are
the only bodies known to us which ac
count for these metamorphoses.
Clouds, then, and not mountains, are
the explanation of the projections ol
Mars. "Mars and Its Canals," by Per
cival LowelL ' ? '
"Good Angel" Unappreciated.
Many times ohr best angels are nol
appreciated. The very fact that w
are so accustomed to their ministry
makes them commonplace.' Bill was
handy man at a certain college. He
didn't get rich on what he did but he
knew- more about things than any one
there. He Just naturally took the re
sponsibility for everything. But nc
one appreciated him. In fact he be
came something of a Joke and every
body took occasion' to; shove off re
sponsibility on him knowing that he
could be counted on putting anything
through that he undertook. So they
worked the willing horse until he was
picked up by a more appreciative con
cern and the college lost a good angel.
Incidentally I might add, two men and
a typist are doing the same work.
Grit.
Wasn't Open.
A rather green countryman had Just
returned from his first visit to New
York.
"Welt SI," said the postmaster.
"what did you think of the metropo
lis?" "Wat say?" gawked the other,
stumped by so big a word.
I asked how did you like the me
tropolis!"
"Oh, that 'twan't open," said St"
Boston Transcript
Jud Tunkins.
Jud Tunkins says he doesn't believe
there is any lion or tiger or other wild
animal as dangerous to human life as
a young woman who is showing off to
a rich uncle how fast she can run her
new automobile.
In traveling along the path of life
it's a good plan to keep to the right
"It Is springtime," said the little
prairie dogs to the ones who were
still asleep. "Get
up, lazy bones.
get up!
"Springtime Is
here 1 We want
to dig and look
at . the world
above our
mounds. Get up,
every prairie dog.
Get up! The
springtime Is
here. The time
that the animals
love the best. We
have had a fine
w I n te r ' s sleep.
We are well rest
ed. We have had
"Above Our
Mounds."
naps aplenty and
sweet dreams.
"We are the
last to go to bed In the fall, it is true,
just as late as are the chipmunks, but
still we must get up now. We would
even peep forth if a warm day should
come before the springtime. The
warm weather is so nice.
"We got good and fat last fall. Now
we must work and play and.be busy.
Yes, we must be up and about, for the
springtime has come. The Animals'
Springtime. Perhaps the springtime
doesn't just come for the animals who
so enjoy it after their winter sleep,
but it almost seems that way. It al
most does !
"It almost seems as though, the
springtime were just for us."
We have had a longer sleep than
any of the others," said the Richard
son Ground-Squirrels. "Especially we
older members of the family. The
younger ones didn't come to bed as
soon as we did. We went to bed last
summer during the latter part of the
summer, and we're only just getting
up now. But we like the springtime,
the. lovely springtime. So, all of the
Richardson Ground-Squirrela, hear the
call of the spring and awaken! For
we do not stay awake long and we
want to be awake at the best time of
the year, which the Richardson
Ground-Squirrels think is the spring."
'Jump up, Jump up," said Mrs."
Jumping Mouse. There were still a
number of Jumping Mice who had not
arisen.
Jump up, jump up, for the spring
time has come." - And the Jumping
Mice who were already up sang this
song to the ones who were getting up :
"Hurry, hurry ur. luma Jumo. Jump!
uon t stay asleep like a lump, lump.
lump!
"Be frisky and Bray, be frisky and gay.
'For this is a wonderful springtime day.
"You've slept enough: it is- time to
awakem '
''And if you don't get up. you'll have to
oe shaken.
So the Jumping Mice who were not
already up, got up with a jump and
began frisking about, too.
All over the country the animals
who had been asleep fori the winter
were getting up.- They were In their
own colonies and others were scat
tered here and there.
"Get np, get up," said the bears to
each other. "We've slept long enough.
We want to go
hunting for1 ber
ries and vege
tables. Get up,
lazy bears!"
So the bears all
;ot up.
Get up, get
ap, cried Jürs.
Woodchuck to her
family. "Get up
and let's . see if
the farmers have
begun to plant
their vegetables."
For Mrs.
Wood-
chuck
knew that
that would make
ill of her family
et up.
"Come Out"
'Come out of
your holes and see the world, and see
the sunshine and the springtime I The
fine springtime when everything is
coming up out of the ground, the
woodchucks, too!"
So all over the country animals
were awakening from their winter's
sleep and were brushing their spring
suits and looking their very best as
they started forth for adventure and
to do their marketing.
And all of , the animals sang and
chirped and talked In groups, and this
Is what most of them said:
The snrmetime. the springtime. Is the
It's waking up time, and that is the
nflnnv nnnnv season.
Tnnin reason.
"We wouldn't be happy if we hadn't slept
well, '
But we slept most soundly, we re de
lighted to tell.
We're ready for adventures and plenty
of fun;
'We're out In the air again, right below
Mr. 8un.
And we think the world Is very fine, but
the springtime pest oi an;
So think so many animals, little ones
and tail.
And Miss Springtime Btnlled and
said to Mr. Sun:
"They are very flattering to me, but
is most pleasant most pleasant
Mr. Sun."
Lesson in Punctuation.
"Dad, how would you punctuate .this
aen fence: A live-dollar Dill Diew
around the corner.' "
"Put a period at the end of the sen
tence, "v
"I wouldn't ; I'd make a dash after
the five-dollar bill."
Plenty of Cheenul Occupation.
It is not only children -who have to
be provided with occupation. In order
to be kept out of mischief. Older girls
ho do not have enough to do, grow
blue and despondent and think they
are of no use in the world. Keep
yourself out of this sort of mischief
by providing yourself with plenty oi
cheerfut stimulating occupation.
Girls' Companion.
Eyes Net Eyes.
When are eyes not eyes? When th
wind makes them water.
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THE spring and summer of life,
as interpreted in suits for young
and older women, meet in the picture
above. Here two conceptions are
shown, one of them youthful and nov
el with a picturesque hint of Spain In
Its short jacket and handsome sash,
the other dignified and conservative,
exquisitely tailored, disdaining decora
tions and faultless In lines; fulfilling
the exacting requirement of mature
women. Women who have reached
middle life and acquired poise, are
not amenable to all the whims of fash
ion that lure their younger sisters.
Youth may disport Itself in any of
the styles and carry them off but
many of these are not suited to older
women. They are wise when ihey
choose what looks best on them and,
by this means, arrive at a distinction
in dress thnt belongs to their years.
The handsome suit at the left Is
made of beige-colored polret twilL
AH that may be said of it is told by the,
camera which has not failed to pre
sent every detail In its makeup. The
If- W
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For Her Dress-Up Occasion
vt- . v jr 'f í I J - I
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fT'HIS season presents for the con-
X sideration of busy but fastidious
mothers many ready-made frocks for
little girls that will come up to their
standards of good taste In choice of
materials, in design and in workman
ship. To start off with, there are
everyday dresses In light-colored, plain
chambrays and very small-checked
ginghams, tlia't have white Jawn col
lars and cuffs. A thin white rick-rack
Is used to finish edges of beijs or
decorative bands on them, or the col
lars and cuffs are embroidered with
tiny silk or yarn flowers.
Besides these pretty cotton frocks
there are bloomer wuits made of black
taffeta silk ' with yarn stitching in
bright . colors for embellishment on
collars, sleeves and sometimes as a
finish to hems. Thy are very simply
cut, much like the dress of colored
organdy shown at the left of the two
pictured above. Tills little frock may
be taken as a first class example of
models In colorc-d and white organdy
which this spriDg offers to meet dress
up occasions lu the little girls' sum
mer. With It a pretty frock of dot
ted swiss adds Its testimony to
the ' vogue for the simplest de
signs In little girls' clothes, 'inei
hat to match Is another style-
Tucks Are in Evidence.
Tucks play an important part In
the tailored sport blouse. Some novel
adaptations of these are seen in
Mouses of crene de chine and Jap
anese silks, with inset bosoms elabor
ately tucked.
Way to Use Tucks.
An Interestlne way to use tucks Is
to make them run diagonally Instead
of straight and alternating rows or
tucks with rows of folds, the loias
Mine wliler than the tucks.
a
plain, senli-fitted coat introduces
a short, rippling peplum. In three sec
tions, and falling within Jiree Inches
of its hem. This Is a new feature
and the regulation narrow belt of the
material, finishes its brief story rrlth
a large and handsome ornament at
the front, unexpected and unusuat
Except for groups of three very small
buttons set on the sleeves and be
tween the sections of the peplutn,
there are no other decorative details.
The bat of soft mllan braid, with
wreath of fruit and flowers. Is exactly
what It should be to bear this suit
company.
Navy blue tricotlne makes the Fult
for younger women, with side-plalted
skirt and short jacket The jacket is
lined with gray silk and opens over
a vest of silk like the lining. Em
broidery In self color gives the jacket
a rich finish, which the skirt lives un
to by means of' a sash of heavy, blue
satin ribbon, having its ends finished
with the handsomest of silk fringes.
featiire ' worth considering. It has
rivals in the most adorable and friv
olous of little sunbonnets, made of
colored organdy and trimmed with
organdy flowers. They go a long way
so far as being Ornamental Is con
cerned but, as . a protection against
the sun, may need to call In a diminu
tive parasol to help them out
In ginghams, cross bars and checks
in small patterns appear to be favored
with collars, cuffs, pockets and belts
in plain chambray or collars and cuffs
of white lawn. The two little misses
pictured are correctly dressed with
dainty white petticoats under their
sheer dresses and footwear that Is
above criticism.
CemnoKT it voTPw Mnrvtra want
Hand-Painted Leather Beits.
There, are hand-painted leather belts
as a finish to some of the new cloth
frocks. ' '
To Finish Collars and Cuffs.
Narrow plaltlngs are used to finish
collars and cuffs.
Two-Toned Taffeta Ribbons.
Two-toned taffeta ribbons are nsed.
as are also heavy brocades for sashing
the afternoon and evening dress. Often
two colors are used and picoted to
gether at the edge, or, better yet
joined only at the ends with the ubiq
uitous fringe. One can turn out
either side, according to one's whim
and ingenuity.
Newest French Lingeries.
The newest French lingerie is fash
ioned of fine pink and yellow ribbon.