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THE HOLBROOK NEWS, HOLBROOK, ARIZ., OCTOBER 6.
The "A RATTLESNAKE!" SYNOPSIS. At Thornton Fair child's death his son Robert learns then has bean a dark period in his father's life which (or almost thirty years has caused him suffer ing. The secret Is hinted at In a document left by the elder Fair child, which also Informs Robert he Is now owner of a mining claim In Colorado, and advising him to see Henry Beamish, 'a lawyer. Beamish tells Robert his claim, a silver mine. Is at Ohadl. thirty eight miles from Denver. He also warps him against a certain man, "Squint" Rodalne. his father's en emy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl. On the road to Ohadl from Denver Fairchlld assists a girl, apparently m a frensy of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she has left, the sheriff and a posra appear. In pursuit of a bandit. Fairchlld, be wildered, misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadl Falrchild to warmly greeted by "Mother" Howard, boarding house keeper, for his father's sake. . CHAPTER V Impatiently Falrchild awaited Moth er Howard's return, and when at last she came forth from the kitchen, he drew her into the old parlor, shadowy now In the gathering dusk, and closed the doors. "Mrs. Howard," he began, "I" "Mother Howard," she corrected. "I ain't nsed to being called much else." "Mother, then although I'm nof very accustomed to using the title. My own mother died shortly after my father came back from out here." She walked to his side then and put a hand on his shoulders. For a mo ment it seemed that her lips were straggling to repress something which trove to pass them, something locked behind them for years. Then the old face, dim in the half light, calmed. "What do yon want to know. Son?" "Everything!" "But there isn't much I can tell." He caught her hand. "There Is! I know there Is. I " "Son all I can do is to make mat ters worse. If I knew anything that would help you if I could give you any light on anything. Old Mother Howard would do it ! Lord, didn't I help out your father when he needed It the worst way? But I'm as much la the dark as you. All that I ever . knew was tnat your father came to this boarding house when he was a young man. the very first day that he ever struck Ohadl. He didn't have much money, but he was enthusiastic and It wasn't long before he'd told me' about his wife and baby back in Indianapolis and how he'd like to win ot for their .sake. As for me well, tiey always called me Mother How ard, even when I was a young thing, tort of setting my cap for every good looking young nan that came along. I guess that's why I never caught one of 'em I always Insisted on darning their socks and looking after all their troubles for "em Instead of going out huggy-riding with some other fellow and making 'era Jealous." She sighed ver so slightly, then chuckled. "But that ain't getting to the point, though, is It?" "If yon could tell me about my fa ther" "I'm going to all I know. Things Were a lot different out here then from what they were later. Every where around the hills and gulches you could see prospectors, with their gad and little picks, fooling around like life didn't mean anything in the world to 'em. except to grub around In those rocks. "Your father was one of these men. Squint' Rodalne was another they railed him that because at some time In Ms life he'd tried to shoot faster than the other fellow and didn't do It- The bullet hit right between his yes, but it must have had poor pow ov behind it all it did wns to cut through the skin and go straight up his forehead. When the wound healed, the scar drew his eyes close together, like a .Chinaman's. You never see Squint's eyes more than half open. "And he's crooked. Just like his yes " Mother Howard's voice bore touch of resentment. "I never liked fclm from the minute I first saw him, and I Mked him less afterward. Then I got next to his game. "Your father had been prospecting Just like everybody else. He'd come n float up Kentucky gulch and was trying to follow It to Hie vein. Squint saw him and what's more, he saw that flout. It looked good to Squint nd late that night, I heard him and tls two drinking partners. Blintleye Bozeman and Taylor Bill they just reverse his name for the sound of it talking in Blindeye's room. I'm a Woman " Mother Howard chuckled so I just leaned my head against the door and listened.' Then I flew down stairs to wait for your father when he came in from sitting up hnlf the night t get an assay on that float. Squint and them two others was figur ing on jumping his claim before be rould file on it and ail that. "Wli. there was a big Cornishman fcert tliat I was kind of sweet on and I guess I always will be. He's been gone r.nw, though, ever since your fa ther left. I got him and asked him 1 help. And Harry was Just the kind f a fellow that would do it. Out In the dead of night they went and taked out your father's claim Harry was to get 25 per cent and early the next morning your dad was waiting to file on it, while Harry was waiting for them three. And what a figlit It must have been that Harry was a wildcat in those younger flays." She laughed then her voice grew serious. "But nil had its effect. Rodalne didn't jump that claim, and a few of as around here filed dummy claims enough in the vicinity to keep him off )f getting too close but there was ne way we oonldn't stop him. He Gross By Courtney Ryley Cooper Copjrlf ht by Little, Brown A Co. had power, and he's always had it and he's got It now. A lot of awful strange things happened to your fa ther after that charges were filed against him for things he never did. Men jumped on him in the dark, then went to the district attorney's office and accused him of making the at tack. And the funny part was that the district attorney's office always believed them and not htm. Once they had him Jnst at the edge of the penitentiary, but I I happened to know a few things that well, he didn't go." Again Mother Howard chuckled, only to grow serious once more. "Men who went to work for your father and Harry disappeared, or got hurt accidentally in the mine or Just quit through the bad name It was getting. Once Harry, coming down from the tunnel at night, stepped on a little bridge that always before had been as secure and safe as the hills themselves. It fell with him they went down together thirty feet, and there was nothing but Na ture to blame for It, In spite of what we three thought. Then, at last, they got a fellow who was willing to work for them In spite of what Rodalne's crowd and It consisted of everybody in power hinted about your father's bad "eputatlon back East and " "My father never harmed a soul In his life I" Falrchlld's voice was hot, resentful. Mother Howard went on: "I know he didn't. Son. I'm only telling the story. Miners are super stitious as a general rule, and they're childish at believing things. It all worked In your father's case with the exception of Harry and 'SIssie' Lar sen, a Swede with a high voice, Just about like mine. That's why they gave him the name. He went to work. A few months later they got Into good ore. It looked like the bad luck was over at last. Then " Mother Howard hesitated at the brink of the very nubbin of It all, to Robert Falrchild. A ' long moment followed, in which he repressed a de sire to seize her and wrest It fxoui her, and at last "It was about dusk one night," she went on. "Harry came In and took me with him into this very room. He kissed me and told me that he must go away. He asked me If I would go with him without knowing why. And, Son, I trusted him, I would have done anything -frr him but I wasn't, as old then as I am now I refused and to this day, I don't know why. It was Just woman, I guess. Then he nsked me if I would help him. I said I would. "He didn't tell me much ; except that he had been uptown spreading the word that the ore had pinched out and that the hanging rock had caved in and that be and 'Sissle and your father were through, that they were beaten and were going away that night. But and Harry waited a long time before he told me this 'Sissle' was not going with them. " Tm putting a lot In your hands,' he-told me, but you've got to help us. "Sissle" won't be there and I can't tell you why. The town must think that he is. Your voice Is Just like "Slssie's." You've got to help us out of town. "And I promised. Late that night, the three of us drove up the main street, your father on one side of the seat, Harry on the other, and me, dressed In some of 'Slssie's' clothes, half hidden between them. Nobody dreamed that I was anyone else but "The Three of Us Drove Up the Main Street" the Swede my head was tipped for ward, so they ?ouldn't see my fea tures. We drove outside town and stopped. Then we said goodby, and I put on an old dress that - had brought with me and sneaked hack home. No body knew the difference." "But Larsen V' "You know as much as I do. Son." "You never snw Larsen again?" "I never saw any of them. That was the end." "But Rodalne?" "He's still nere. You'll hear from him plenty soon. I could see that, the minute Blind ye Bozeman and Taylor Bill began taking your meas ure. You noticed they left the table before the meal was over? It was to tell Rodalne." "Then he'll fight me, too?" Mother Howard laughed and her voice was harsh. "Rodaine's a rattlesnake. His son's a rattlesnake. His wife's crazy Old Crazy Laura. He drove her that way. She lives by herself. In at old house on the Georgevllle road. And bhe'd - Gut kill for him, even If he does beat her when she goes to his house and begs him to take her back. That's the kind of a crowd It Is. Just to put a good finish on it all, the young 'un moves In the best society in town and spends most of his time trying to argue the former district Judge's daughter into marrying him. So there yon are. That's all Mother Howard knows. Son." She turned to the door and then, turning, patted Falrchild on the shoul der. "Boy," came quietly, "you've got a broad back and a good head. Rodalne beat your father don't let him beat you. And always remember one thing: Old Mother Howard's played the game before, and she'll play It with yon dark streets aren't exactly the place for you." Robert Falrchild obeyed the in structions, a victim of many a conjec ture, many an attempt at reasoning as he sought sleep thpt was far away. Again and again there rose before him the vision of two men in an open buggy, with a person between them whom Ohadl believed to be an effeminate-voiced Swede; in reality, only a woman. And why had they adopted the expedient? Why had not Larsen been with them In reality? It was hours before Falrchild found sleep, and even then it was a thing of troubled visions. Streaming sun awnkened him, and he hurried to the dining room to find himself the last lodger at the tables. He ate a rather hasty meal, made more so by an Impatient waitress, then with the necessary papers In his pocket, Falrchild started toward the courthouse and the legal procedure which must be undergone before he made his first trip to the mine. A block or two, and then Falrchild suddenly halted. Crossing the street at an angle just before bim was a young woman whose features, whose mannerisms he recognized. The whip cord riding habit had given plnce now to a tailored suit which deprived her of the boyishness that had been so apparent on their first meeting. The cap had disappeared before a close fitting, varicolored turban. But the straying brown hair still was there, the brown eyes, the piquant little nose and the prettily formed lips. Fair child's heart thumped nor did he stop to consider why. A quickening of his pnee, and he met her just as she stepped to the curbing. "I'm so glad of this opportunity," he exclaimed happily. "I want to re turn that money to you. I I was so fussed, yesterday I didn't realize " "Aren't you mistaken?" She looked at him with a slight smile. Falrchild did not catch the Inflection. "Oh, no. I'm the man, you know, who helped you change that tire on the Denver road yesterday." "Pardon me." This time one brown eye had wavered ever so slightly,- In dicating someone behind Falrchild. "But I wasn't on the Denver road yesterday, and If you'll excuse me for saying so, I don't remember ever hav ing seen you before." There wns a little light in her eyes which took away the sting of the de nial, a light which seemed to urge cau tion, and at the rame lime to tell Fair child that she trusted him to do his part as a gentleman In a thing she wished . forgotten. More fussed than ever, he drew back and bent low In apology, while she passed on. Half a block away, a young man rounded a corner and, seeing her, hastened to join her. She extended her -hand; they chatted a moment, then strolled up the street together. Falrchild watched blankly, then turned at a chuckle Just behind him emanating from the bearded lips of an old miner, loafing on the stone coping In front of a small store. "Pick the wrong filly, pardner?" came the query. Fairchlld managed to smile. "Guess so." Then he lied quickly. "I thought she was a girl from Den ver." "Her? The old miner stretched. "Nope. That's Anita Richmond, old Judge Richmond's daughter. Guess she must hev been expecting that young fellow or she wouldn't have cut you on so short. She ain't usually that way." "Her fiance?" Falrchild asked the OLD STORY WITHOUT FOUNDATION Nothing to Support Belief That Belis arius Was Reduced to Beggary in Old Age. Belisarius vas the chief military commander of the Emperor Justinian, and probably one of the greatest gen erals of history. He was born in 505 and died in 565, spending, :n his life time, nearly forty years In military service. His soldierly skill renewed for a time the ancient military glory of Rome, and he earned the title of "The Africanus of New Rome." His career as a general is divided into two epochs, the war against the Vandals and that against the Goths. In both wars he was so successful that be was given a triumphal entry into the city of Constantinople the then Roman capital the first that had graced that city, and the first 'n any part. of the empire since the days of Tiberius. Like many another favorite of a great ruler, Belisarius was finally the victim of false accusation of con spiracy, and was degraded and re duced to poverty. Around his last years many legends arose. The best known of these Is that he wandered, blind and destitute, from door to door, asking alms and crying "Date obolum Bellsnrlo" ("A penny for General Belisarius"). His sufferings have been the subject of numerous literary, questlou with misgiving. The miner finished his stretch and added a yawn to It. Then he looked appraisingly up the street toward the retreating fig ures. "Well, some say be Is and some say he ain't. Guess it mostly depends on the girl, and she ain't telling yet." "And the man who Is he?" "Him? Oh, he's Maurice Rodnine. Son of a pretty famous character around -here, old Squint Rodalne. Owns the Silver Queen property up the hill. Ever hear of him?" The eyes of Robert Falrchild nar rowed, and a desire to fight a long ing to grapple with Squint Rodalne and all that belonged to him surged Into his heart. But his voice, when he spoke, was slow and suppressed. "Squint Rodalne? Yes, I think I have. The name sounds rather fa miliar." Then, deliberately, he started up the street, following at a distance the man and the girl who walked before him. CHAPTER VI There was no specific reason why Robert Falrchild should follow Mau rice Rodalne and the young woman who had been described to him as the daughter of Judge Richmond, who ever he might be. Resentment was In his heart resentment that the family of Rodalne should be connected In some way with the piquant, mysteri ous little person lie had helped out of a predicament on the Denver road the day before. And, to his chagrin, the very fact that there was a connection added a more sinister note to the es capade of the exploded tire and the "Oh, He's Maurice Roaaine." pursuing sheriff; ar: he walked along, his gaze far ahead, Falrchild found himself wondering whether there could be more than mere coincidence In it all, whether she was a part of the Rodalne schemes and the Rodaine trickery, whether But he ceased Ms wondering to turn sharply into s nearby drug store, there absently to give an order at the soda fountain and stand watching the pair who had stopped Just In front of him on the corner. She was the same girl ; there could be no doubt of that, and he raged Inwardly as she chatted and chaffed with the man who looked down upon her with a smiling air of proprietorship which Instilled Instant rebellion in Falrchlld's heart. Nor did he know the reason for that, either. After a moment they parted, and Falrchild gulped at his fountain drink. She had hesitated, then with a quick decision turned straight into the drug store. "Buy a ticket, Mr. McCauley?" she asked of the man behind the counter. "I've sold twenty already, this morn ing. Only five more, and my work's over. Please take the five, won't you? Then I'll be through." "I'll be darned If I will, 'Nita !" Mc Cauley backed against a shelf case In mock self-defense. "Every time you've got anything you want to get rid of, you come In here and shove it off on me. There's only four in my family and four's all I'm going to take." He tossed four silver dollars on the show case and took the tickets. The girl demurred. "But how about the fifth one? I've got to sell that too" "Well, sell It to him!" And Fair child, looking Into the soda-fountain mirror, saw himself Indicated as the druggist started toward the prescrip tion case. There was a moment of awkward si lence as Falrchild gazed intently into his soda glass, then with a feeling of queer excitement, set It on the marble counter and turned. Anita Richmond artistic and musical compositions that have kept alive this story, which is entirely without foundation. That's in the Bible. The Bible contains 3.55G.4S0 letters, 810,697 words, 31,175 verses, 1,189 chapters, and 60 books. The longest chapter is the One Hundred and Nineteenth Psalm, the shortest and middle chapter is the One Hundred and Seventeenth Psalm. The middle erse is the eighth of the One Hun dred and Nineteenth Psalm. The longest name is In Jhe eighth chapter of Isaiah. "The word "and" occurs 47,527 times. The thirty-seventh chap ter of Isaiah and the nineteenth chap ter of the second book of Kings are alike. The longest verse Is the ninth of the eighth chapter of Esther. The shortest verse Is the thirty-fifth verse of the eleventh chapter of John. In the twenty-first verse of the seventh chapter of Ezra Is the whole English alphabet. A Chilean mountain consists of an almost solid mass of more than 100, 000,000 tons of high-grade Iron ore averaging 63 per cent metal. Love is always a poor thing so long as it tries to save itself, was approaching in n stranger-like manner a ticket of some sort held before her. "Pardon me," she began, "but would you care to buy a ticket to the Old Times dance? It's a sort of munici pal thing, gotten up by the bureau of mines to celebrafe the return of slU ver mining." "But I'm afraid I'm not much on dancing." "You don't have to be. Nobody'll dance much except the old-fashioned affairs. You see, everybody's supposed to represent people of (he days when things were booming around here. There'll be a fiddle orchestra, and a dance caller and everything like that, and a bar but of course there'll only be Imitation liquor. But," she added with quick emphasis, "there'll be a lot of things really real real keno and roulette and everything like thnt, and everybody In the costume of thirty or forty years ago. Don't you want to buy a ticket? It's the last one I've got !" she added prettily. "When's It to be?" "A week from tomorrow night. Are yon going to be here that long?" She realized the slip of her tongue and colored slightly. Falrchild, recov ered now, reached Into a pocket and carefully fingered the bills there Then, with a quick motion, as he drew them forth, he covered a ten dollar bill with a one-dollar note and thrust them forward. "Yes, I'll take the ticket." She banded it to him, thanked him, and reached for the money. As. It passed Into her hand, a corner of the ten-dollar bill revealed itself, and she hastily thrust it toward him as though to return money paid by mis take. Just as quickly, she realized his purpose and withdrew her hand. "Oh!" she exclaimed, almost In a whisper, "I understand." She flushed and stood a second hesitant, flustered, her big eyes almost childish as they looked up into his. "You you must think I'm a cad!" Then she whirled and left the store, and a slight smile came to the Hps of Robert Falrchild as he watched her hurrying across the street. He had won a tiny victory, at least. With a new enthusiasm, a greater desire than ever to win out In the fight which had brought him to Ohadl, he hurried to the courthouse and the various technicalities which must be coped with before he could really call the Blue Poppy mine his own. It was easier than he thought. A few signatures, and he was free to wander through town to where Idlers had pointed out Kentucky gulch and to begin the steep ascent up the nar row road on a tour of prospecting that would precede the more legal and more safe system of a surveyor. The ascent was almost sheer In places, for in Kentucky gulch the hills huddled close to the little town and rose In precipitous inclines al most before the city limits had been reached. He stepped aside to allow the passage of ore-laden automobile trucks, loaded until the springs had flattened and until the engines howled with their compression a3 they sought to hold back their burdens on the steep grade. And it wns as he stood there, watching the big vehicles travel down the mountain side, that Fair child caught a glimpse of a human figure which suddenly darted behind a clump of scrub pine and skirted far to one side, taking advantage of every covering. A new beat came into Falrchlld's heart. He took to the road again, plodding upward, seemingly a man entirely bereft of suspicion. A quarter of a mile he went, a half. Once, as the road turned beside . a great rock, he sought Its shelter and looked back. The figure still was fol lowing, running carefully now along the bank of the stream In an effort to gain asanuch ground as possible before the return of the road to open territory should bring the necessity of caution again. A mile more, then, again in the shel ter of rocks, he swerved and sought a hiding place, watching anxiously from his concealment for evidences of dis covery. There were none. The shad ower came on, ".isplaying more and more caution as he approached the rocks, glancing hurriedly about him as he moved swifly from cover to cover. Closer closer then Falrchild repressed a gasp. The man was old, almost wliite-hnired with hard, knot ted hands which seemed to stand out from his wrists; thin and wiry with the resiliency that outdoor, hardened muscles often give to age, and with a face that held Falrchild almost hyp notized. It was like a hawk's; hook beaked, colorless, toneless in all ex pressions save that of a malicious tenacity; the eyes were slanted until they resembled thqse of some fantas tic Chinese image, while just above the curving nose a blue-white, scar ran straight up the forehead. Squint Rodalne! So he was on the trail already! Fairchlld watched him pass, sneak around the corner of the rocks, and stand a moment in apparent bewilder ment ns he surveyed the ground be fore him. A mumbling curse and he went on, his cautious gait discarded, walking briskly along the rutty, boulder-strewn road toward a gaping hole in the hill, hardly a furlong away. There he surveyed the ground care fully, bent and stared hard at the earth, apparently 'or a trace of foot prints, and finding none, turned slowly and looked Intently all about him. Carefully he approached the mouth of the tunnel and stared within. Then he straightened, and with another glance about him, hurried off up a gulch leading away from the road, into the hills. Falrchild lay and watched him until he was out of sight, and he knew instinctively that a sur veyor would only cover beaten terri tory now. Squint Rodalne, he felt sure, had pointed out to him the Blue Poppy mine. Hurriedly he descended the rocks once more to turn toward town and toward Mother Howard's boarding house. He wanted to tell her what he had seen and to obtain her help and counsel. "A tall, thin, ugly old man, with mean squint eyes and a scar straight up his forehead." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Short Jackets Have the Call Abbreviated Garments in Novel Fabrics Popular for the Fall Season. USE RABBIT AND MONKEY FUR Peltry Is Being Given Much Proml- nsnce as the Decorative Feature of Some of the Most Lux urious Coats. Some of the most notable successes among clothes have had as their basis a simple Idea which must have oc curred time and again to women all over the world, but we have become so accustomed to waiting for the man dates of fashion to come from fashion authorities that few women have the temerity to create models, or If they do create them they are afraid to wear their own creations, says a fashion writer In the New York Tribune. We have learned to wait for the cachet of some great maker to appear on a model before we accept it. Almost every woman has felt the need of some sort of Informal jacket on the order of a sweater to wear over lightweight, short-sleeved dresses. There was nothing that filled this need, especially for the summer. Most of the smart sweaters have, for the Knitted Jacket and Skirt In Black and Colored Wool. last few years, been made to slip on over the head, which practically made It necessary to arrange or rearrange the hair after the garment was put on. Jackets Replace Coat Sweaters. Then the sweater Is such a close fitting garment that it crushes the frock ; consequently, it is hopeless as a jacket to wear over anything but a plain blouse where only tne collars and cuffs show by being turned back over the sweateh neck and sleeves. Rabbit Competes Molyneux shows a knitted jacket in white wool with pipings, buttons and belt of red leather. With this may be worn either a red or white wool skirt. Another interesting jacket Is of black and rust-colored wool In chine effect, with a trimming of black clre braid and a belt of black suede. Among the most luxurious of the short coats are those of India cashmere-trimmed with fur. Frequently the fur is monkey skin. There Is a, vogue for rabbit dyed to represent squirrel, chinchilla and kolinsky on short coats. At the beginning of a new season the seemingly small details of dress play an important part. Vital ques tions, such as the silhouette, are not definitely settled. So many ideas are afloat as an aftermath of the French openings that it Is unwise to choose such an important thing as a suit or a dress without a good deal of careful consideration, so women depend on those tilings known as the accessories of dress to give newness to their cos tumes. Now one may freshen one's ward lb FASHIONS FOR THE FALL SEASON Conservative Line With Color of Somber Tone; Novel Detail to Add Youthfulness. At this time of the season, when darker frocks are appearing to re mind the smart woman that It is al ready time to think of fall modes. It Is not amiss to mention a few potent notes that promise piaces of promi nence for fall. Creators of costumes, of course, have been thinking and dreaming of them for months, and many beautiful things are already In evolution. The French openings have stressed points which will be style factors in the fall. The really smart dress for fall wear on the street will be rather conserva tive in line, with the color probably of somber tone, while a bright motif or a novel detail will make it youthful In effect. Wool crejie. wool rep, broadcloth uid kasha will be seen, varying In in Then, too, the summer sweater usual ly Is so thin that the ugly line of a short-sleeved dress shows half-way down the sleeve of the sweater. Practically every woman knew that some sort of jacket was needed In place of the old-fashioned loose coat-sweater that did such good serv ice In bygone years, but she waited patiently for the great designers in Paris to launch this idea. Her patience was rewarded by the clockl coats. It may have been that there was no material sufficiently Inspiring te the mind of the designer until Ro dler brought out bis fabrics in blis tered effects. This would look like a reasonable supposition, since the vari ous creators of clothes selected clockl almost simultaneously for the short separate jackets which they succeeded In popularizing almost over night, for the demand for these jackets Is very great. It is not to be supposed that any one with any imaginative geni js would stop with one sort of material for a new type of coat, so they have gone on from this material to others. Two-Tier Pockets on Model. Notable among some late models In the short separate coat is one Is white satin clock!, trimmed with a border of black satin poppy petals loosely applied. This Jacket Is smart when worn with a black crepe maro caln skirt and a black outdoor hat. It makes a most distinguished costume, and- one which will be eagerly seized upon by the woman who is desirous of getting away from the set type of sweater and skirt and sweater and overblouse so universally worn. Madame Jenny, who so successfully caters to the well-dressed American, has found her greatest success In the separate coat In a model developed In white satin clockl trimmed with black suede, which takes the form of a border around the collar, pocket bindings and bands on the sleeves. She varies from the usual coat pocket by making the pockets in two tiers, that is, two on the right side just above the hip, one directly above the other, and she repeats this treatment in breast pockets. No great dressmaker has overlooked clock! in making up her mid-season or early autumn models. A two-piece suit with hat to match by Worth la developed in tills material In citron yellow, a ' shade frequently used In suits earlier In the season and now prominent In both suits and Jackets. A very striking Jacket in black zenanna Is typical of the short, sep arate coat as exploited in the fashions of the moment. The black background sets off to excellent advantage multi colored embroidery on the sleeves, collar and pockets. One would naturally expect that something more practical in material, but similar in cut, should follow in the wake of these glorified outing jackets because, wlien " a fashion suddenly flames up " almost over night, as it were, and takes such a tremendous hold on the public in general It has somewhere In its composition some of the qualities which make a best seller, and no progressive dressmaker or manufacturer Is going to relinquish such a profitable garment until every Idea that it contains has been exploit ed to the utmost. So for the autumn these magnificent coats will be fol lowed by more practical ones of wool, many of them knitted after the fash Ion of the old-time sweater-coat. Several great dressmakers have gone still further with this Idea and have made skirts to match these Jack ets, especially In the wool things. Worth has a model with the Jacket knitted in wool In plaid effect gray, white and black. The shawl collar on the lacket and the cuffs and rirdle are of gray. With Monkey's Pelt robe by buying new collars and gir dles, or perhaps a few bits of the cos tume jewelry which Is in fashion's limelight at the present time. There are any number of new col lars, both of lingerie and of ribbon, which are made to fit the various shaped necklines in favor. Many at these are so unusual that a last sea son's dress or suit jacket may be metamorphosed by the addition of one of them. White lingerie collars In plain and frilled effects are particularly smart when offset by black. Fine thread embroidery done in black U often used. A further touch of black is sometimes added by a bow of ribbon or perhaps a long streamer. To Make Silk Roses. Crinoline Is put under the taffeta roses that trim up-to-date frocjts and hats. This gives body and a light perkiness. Fabric Hats. Fabric hats will be in high favor as usual for early falL teresting details, such as Inset plaits, cape treatments and smart collar de-. velopments. Fashion Note. Not too much embroidery this is the fancy of moment. A gown looks a little strange with only half a dozen bits of embroidered motifs upon it. after the many months of elaborately decorated girdles, bodices and panels. The only ornamentation upon one din ner dress of fawn chiffon was an em broidered dahlia in shades of red and rose in the middle of the front panel. Just above the hem. Another dahlia was posed high on the plain bodice, near the left shoulder. Brown. Get ready for a brown frock in your autumn wardrobe, for it Is go ing to be the color leader. Already the smartest turbans, frocks, suits and blouses are being shown In all shades, ranging from an to a deep sepia.