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November, 15, 1903.
THE ILLUSTRATED BEE.
IS
manded the troops and who, with his ships,
his forts, hia guns and his men, had been
for two years fighting off the tremendous
assaults that were hurled upon tha city
from the union Ironclads and ships far
out to sea. It was a point of honor to
take, or to hold, Charleston, and the con
federates held it till 18(3!
Fanny Glen was a privileged character,
therefore, and could go anywhere and do
anything within the lines.
Under other circumstances there would
hare been a thorough inquiry by the
Inhabitants of the proud, strict south
ern city Into her family relationships; but
the war was a great leveler, people were
taken at their real value when trouble
demonstrated It and few questions were
asked. TJiose that were asked about
Fanny Olen were not answered. It made
little difference then.
Toward the close of 1863, however, there
was an eclipse In th&igeneral hospital, for
Fanny Olen fell ill.
She was not completely recovered, early
In 1864, when she had the famous Interview
with Rhett Sempland, but there was not
the slightest evidence of invalidism about
her as she confronted him that afternoon
In February.
Wounded pride, outraged dignity, burn
ing Indignation, supplied health enough for
a regiment of convalescents.
The difference between the two cul
minated In a disturbance which might aptly
be called cyclonic, for Sempland on nearly
the first occasion that he had been per
mitted to leave the hospital had repaired
to Fanny Glen's house and there had re
peated, standing erect and looking down
upon her bended head, what he had said
ao often with his eyes and once at least
with his lips, from his bed In the ward:
that he loved her and wanted her for his
wife.
Fleasant thing It was for her to hear,
too.
And Fanny Glen had not rejected him;
neither had she accepted him:
She had pleaded for time; she bad hesi
tated, and would have been lost, bad
Sempland been as wise as he was brave.
Perhaps he wasn't quite master of himself
on account of his experience in war, and
hia lack of it In women, for he constantly
conceived that her hesitation was due to
ome other cause than maidenly incerti
tude, and that Harry Lacy, of whom he
had grown mightily jealous, was at the bot
tom of It.
Ho hated and envied Lacy. More, he
despised him for his weaknesses and their
consequences. The two had .been great
friends once, but a year or two before'
the outbreak of the war they had drifted
apart.
Sempland did not envy Lacy any talents
that he might possess, for he was quite
confident that the only thing he himself
lacked had been opportunity fate had not
been kind to him, but the war was not yet
over. Consequently when he jumped to
the conclusion that Fannie Glen preferred
Lacy, he fell into further error, and made
the frightful mistake of depreciating his
rival.
Assuming with masculine inconsistency
that the half acceptance she had given him
entitled him to decide her future, he
actually referred to Lacy's well known
habits and bade her have nothing to do
with him.
CHAPTER II.
She Hates Them Both.
"You are," he said at last, "a lonely,
World of Fashion
(Continued from Page Ten.)
and with the cape bordered narrowly with
velvet or braid.
Many , school Jackets are seen on the
reefer order, such sorts showing decorative
sailor collars, with touches of bright color
on them and the cuffs and braids of vari
ous kinds. Felt and leather sailors are
worn with these, the felt models often
showing ends of knotted velvet, and the
shape taking some unexpected lift at one
side. But the most effective school hat
of the moment Is the leather sailor, which
may be black, brown or red. The black
patent leather shapes with upcurvlng brims
are worn by both boys and girls, the little
maidens frequently sporting with them
wool frocks in gay plaids, neatly ' but
sparsely trimmed with bands . of narrow
black, velvet or ribbon.
Summing up tha subject of school wear.
It would seem aa if a smart simplicity la
the order of the day. No school garment
unprotected young girl. Where you come
from or what you have been doesn't mat
ter to me. I know what you are. And
that la why I love you. Tou hare no
father or brother to advise you. I must
do it and I will, much as it pains me.
If you won't take my affection you must
my counsel" he called It counsel, but only
an expert could have distinguished It from
command "you do not know this man
Lncy. He Is a dissolute, abandoned"
"Stop!" cried the girl. "To me he is al
ways a gentleman a hero."
"The man is bravo enough, I'll admit.
And he has done some fine things."
"Yes, while other men have escaped dan
gers by being made prisoner."
By that unkind remark she lost a large
part of her advantage.
"As you say," he returned wincing under
her cruel thrust, but persistent, "but we
are not discussing me, now, but Lacy."
"Speaking of wickedness, you would bet
ter discuss yourself, I think, than him."
"I will not be put off in this way, Miss
Fan"
"Miss Glen, please," she Interrupted, but
he paid no attention.
"Lacy la well enough as a soldier. There
is much to commend in him. He has the
manner of a gentleman when he wishes to
display It, but nevertheless he Is not a fit
person to be entrusted with the future of
a lovely, pure, Innocent young girl like
you."
"Shame! Shame!" cried the girl.
"You may cry 'shame' upon me," he went .
on calmly, "and I realize, of course, that
I am censurable In speaking thus of my
rival."
"You flatter yourself."
"How Is that?"
"You are no rival of Major Lacy's."
"No? Well, then, as a friend."
"Of his?"
"Of yours."
"Nor are you a friend of mine."
"Well, then, as an enemy, a fool, any
thing! I want to tell you that nothing but
unhapplness awaits you If you encourage
him. I know him, I tell you. I know what
sort of a man he Is. Unstable as water,
fickle, dissipated"
"I'll hear no more!" cried tho "girl pas
sionately, turning her head, attempting to
leave the room.
."Excuse me," suid the man coolly, pre
venting her by occupying the doorway.
"You shall hear me! A,nd hear this first of
all. I am not saying anything about Major
Lacy which Is not a matter of pub'i:
knowledge and which I hnve not said
to him directly, and which I would not re
peat In his presence."
"You tell me that"
"You do not believe me?"
"No."
"I beg to assure you. Miss Glen, upon my
word of honor and it has not been doubted
heretofore that I told him these very
things not longer than half an hour ago.
And I Informed him that I was going' to
tell you."
"What did he say?" she asked, her cu
riosity getting the better of her.
"He laughed. Said that the south had
need for euch as I," he replied with sturdy
honesty, "but that he would take great
pleasure in killing me when the war was
over if we were both spared."
"Well, fir, was not that a fine reply?"
"It was. It was a gentleman's answer.
I admired him for it and told him so. At
the same time I told hfm that he must
cease his attentions to you."
"By what right did you dare" cried the
girl, almost choking with sudden and in
dignant protest.
turned out by the right people Is over
trimmed, though somber stuffs arc always
enlivened with garnitures of some sort.
Cock's plumes, quills and wings may ap
pear upon the hats, but no other species
of feather, and a frock without a pocket
for the liSndkerchief Is, to aay the leas
of it. Incomplete.
For the actual hours In school, blouae
aprons in linen and gingham are provided,
but these are only for the protection of
the costume, and are rarely worn outside.
As to school gloves, for the youngest chil
dren they are iuvariably in wool mitt form.
For older children the finger gloves of
silk and wool provide stylish hand wear,
and these have the added advantage of
being suited to both sexes.
Like the change from the chrysalis to
the butterfly is the step from the young
child's school togs to her best bib . and !
tucker. Under this head, In the wardrobes '
of smart Children., are Included street
gowns of white silk, showing rich laces and
beautiful needlework. Such costumes are
"No right. Unless my love for you, with
a desire to serve you, greater than every
thing save my devotion to that flag yon
der, ran excuse me."
"And that cannot. ' Unless love be re
turned It entails no rights whatsoever."
"And you do not love me?"
"Ixve you?" cried the girl scornfully.
"I know you don't, but won't you?" he
pleaded.
"I won't."
"Won't you try?"
"No!"
"You do not dislike me?"
"I hate you!"
"Do you love I,ey?"
"I will not nllow you to question me!"
'You must answer me!" said the man,
taking her almost savagely by the arm,
and In spite of herself she thrlllcl at his
touch.
"You hurt me," said the girl.
"Nonsense! You hurt mo more than I
do you. Do you love this man?"
"Why not? He has his fallings, his
weaknesses, but he fights agilnst them, he
tries to overcome them. The whole south
knows him, loves him for his deeds, pities
him for his fallings. And I"
"Yes? You what?"
"You shall see. Meanwhile before you
depreciate a brother soldier, why don't
you do something yourself? You are not
in the same class."
"I wouldn't say that. Miss Glen, If I
were you," exclaimed Major Lacy, quietly
entertng the room through one of the long
windows opening' on the veranda. "Ah,
Sempland, have you told your little tale?"
"Yes."
"Exposed me to this young lady?"
"I have."
"And condemned me as an utter scoun
drel, a blackguard?"
"Not quite. I told the truth," returned
Sempland calmly, "Just as I said to you
I would, and for that I am ready to an
swer in any way to please you. We can
settle the matter when the war Is over."
"Very well. What do you say. Miss
Glen?" continued Lacy, turning to the girl.
; "I told him It wasn't true!" burst out
the girl Impetuously.
"Ah, but it is," said Lacy softly. "I am
all that he says, and more, too."
"But look at what you have done."
"But little after all. I heard you re
proaching Sempland for what he had not
done when I came In. That Isn't fair.
No braver man lives than Hhctt Sempland.
Why did It not take courage to defy me,
to tell me to my face that I was a scoun
"drcl, a blackguard? And it took more
courage to defy custom, convention,
propriety, to come here and tell you the
. same things. No, Mies Glen, Sempland
only lacks opportunity. Fortune has not
been kind to him. In that settlement after
the war- there will be a struggle I'll war
rant you."
"See! He can speak nobly of you," cried
Fanny Glen turning reproachfully to Semp
land. "I never said he wos not a gentleman,
could not be a gentleman, that Is, when
he was when he wished to be one, that la,
as well aa a hero. He has good blord In
him, but that doesn't alter the case. He
isn't a flt match for you, or for any woman.
1 am not speaking for myself. I know my
case is hopeless"
"Gad!" laughed Lacy, "you have 'tried
. then and lost? It's my turn then. Miss
Glen, you have heard the worst of me this
, afternoon. I have been a drunkard, a
, scoundrel. I have fallen low, very low.
But sometimes I am a gentleman. Perhaps
in your presence I might always be. I
topped by white cloth or silk coats, upon
which both ermine and lace may appear,
tho while bonnet also showing these deco
rations. For dressy occasions nothing is consid
ered more effective than white for girls
below S. Even their silk stockings and
boot uppers will show this chasteness,
which, tho colder the day, the more
charming It seems.
The shirred silk end panne bonnets worn
by these small elegantes are fcjts of
French millinery. In the fluffy frills which
completely surround them, fine blond laces
are mingled; one "or more , wide ostrich ,
feathers may appear at one side, and with
a delicious indifference to the season there
may be a large pink rose, as well.
Apropos of these pink roses, which pro-,
fusely deck ' both juvenile and rewn - up ;
millinery, some) Dutch bonnets for toddling i
baties show small ones In big bunches at,
each ear. This arrangement Is Intensified
by a straight Dutch fall of lace below the
can't tell. Tm not mire. Will you talc
me for your lover, and In good time your
husband, under such circumstances? Faith,
I'm afraid It'll not be for better, but for
worse."
Sempland said nothing. He would not
Interfere now. Funny Glen must answer
for herself. He clenched his treth and
strove to control blmsclf. In spite of hia
efforts, however, the blood flamed Into his
dark face. Fanny Gleji grew very while,
her blue eyes shone like stars In the pallor
of her face under her fair hnlr. She hes
itated. She looked from one to the oth r.
She could not speak. She was too con
scious of that stern Iron figure. Yet he
would have given worlds to say 'ye.-T to
I.aey'8 plea.
"Choose, Mlfs Olen." said Lncy at Inst.
It was hard for him to wait for anything.
"You stand between us, you see. I warn
you If you do not take me, you will take
Sempland. Look at him" he smiled stl
rlcally "he always gets what he wants.
He Is the very incarnation of bulldog ten
acity and resolution. If I don't get you he
certainly will."
"How dare you comment upon me?" cried
Sompland.
"Patience, my good sir," said the o'her
coolly. "You commented upon me In my
absence. I commrnt upon you In your
presence. The advantage Is mine. As I
said. Miss Glen, It is a choice between us.
Do not choose me, If you should be so
fatuously Inclined, because I happen to
have had some chances for distinction, for
I assure you, on my honor, all there la
left of it, that if 8empland gets half a
chance ho'll do better than I. Choose be
cause you love him or me."
The girl stared front one to the other
In Indignant bewilderment. Lacy was an
Ideal lover. Sempland looked like a stern
muster and idle hated a mister. She made
a half Htep toward the handsomer and
slighter man, and a half turn toward the
homelier and stronger. In her heart of
hearts she found In that moment whom
she preferred. And as love Is wayward,
In the know'edge came a surprise for her
and it brought shame. Lncy was hand
some and gallant and distinguished, la
spite of all, but Sempland was strong a
man Indeed.
"Oh!" nho cried, looking at Mm, "if you
only had done sonethlng great or"
"What! ' he cried, till face alight.
But she turned Instantly away. In her
words Lacy, subtler and more used to
women, read her preference and his re
jection. But he smiled bravely sud kindly
at her In spite of his knowledge.
"Major L-icy." she sail, giving him her
hand. "I esteem you, I honor you, I re
spect you. I do not believe what this
what has been said about you. But I do
not love you." She drew away from him.
"You were mlstuken. There Is no choice
between you, for I love neither of you. I
do not love anybody. I hate you both!"
she flashed out inconsistently. "Now go!
I don't want to see either of you again."
She bricd her face In her hands and
buret Into teats.
"I will do something to deserve your
praise," said Sempland In his deep voice,
turning away.
"Miss Glen," said Lacy, most graciously.
(Fanny Glen's presence seemed to call all
that was good in him to the surface), "no
one has respected me, or trusted me, or
honored me as you have, for years. Semp
land cannot rob me of tliut, even though
he should win you. Goodbye, and if it be
not grotesque from me, may God bless
you!"
(To be Continued.)
roses, the close cap itself being severely
plain, or, at moat, trimmed across the
top with ribbons or flowers. The mechan
ism of such a piece of millinery is of the
simplest The cloth or silk Is most often
plainly stretched over a buckram frame,
with perhaps a double fold edged with a
narrow luce ruche finishing the front. The
Dutch trimming described la then put- on.
Hooded in this way, a little maid totter
ing through the foyer of a fashionable ho
tel wore an ankle length coat of chain
paKrie colored cloth, trimmed with Irish
lace. The body of the bonnet was of tha
coat material, and the Dutch knobs each
side of the face were of white "bride
buds." A younger child seated In a porana
bulator outside wore . a silk bonnet with
white Jessamine at t the ears. The most
sentimental bivoms are used for these
, fashionable young folk, and soma of tb
' tiuy. flowers empleyea upon beidgrar have
. at first glance quite the appears noe of
orange blossoms. MARY DUAN.

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