Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 231, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 September 1913 — Page 3

HER LITTLE CAME

By LOU ISE,OLNEY. Adela rose in her gray mood that hates itself and all the world. Unfortunately, the mirror was the first thing she looked at —and she winced. Surely, at only twenty-seven, she need not look so drawn and old and ugly. She turned away and getting into her kimono armed herself with towels, soap and toothbrush and prepared to wait for her turn at the lodging-house bath. Her natural fastidiousness made her hate the common bath. If she could have a home of her own, however humble; she would have been satisfied. She liked separateness. As she waited on the stairs for the opening and shutting of the bathroom door, Mazie Forman, still halfasleep, her eyes her tail of golden hair over her blue-kimonoed shoulder, joined her. Mazie was flush like a baby after a nap. She was pretty, but trivial, empty, selfish, calculating. She looked Adela over a bit pityingly. “Say,” she remarked, suddenly, thrusting out her left hand to show a new ring set with a chip-diamond, “I’m goin’ to get married. What do yuh know about it? You see, I’m sick of this life —nothin’ in it. Yuh work your head off an’ don’t even make ends meet in an office. I can’t say I’d ruther have Mark than anybody in the world, but he’s the best on the list, and he’s plumb crazy about me. He’s got a little money. I’ll have a place to stay and something to eat without worrying about rent and board bills. A girl’s got to look out for her future.” Adela looked the girl over thoughtfully. Mazie laughed. She liked this quiet woman nearly ten year her senior. “Say,” she advised Adela, “do you know you’re lots better lookin’ than I ever w)ts? Trouble is you don’t know it and use your looks. You don’t make a man know when you’re around. You shrink back into ■yourself A woman has to make a man want her —that’s her little game. Don’t you see? You ought to be married this minute. You’d like it—you’ve got sense and you’d be pretty if you’d loosen up your bald and powder a little and show off! There’s Mr. Howe —I couldn’t make him look at me—l don’t mind owning that I’ve tried. But you could do it. You’re his style. But you act as if he was poisoned meat because you’re afraid he’ll think you’re running after him. Don’t you like him?”, Adela gave a gasp and a . wave of dull red swept over the velvety dark of her face. “Do—I —like him?” she gasped. Mazie laughed . and, seeing her chance, made a run for the bathroom, followed by Adela They washed and splashed, Mazie silent because she had again forgotten everything but herself, Adela from sheer outraged astonishment. It is awful for a chit of a common child, barely eighteen, to read your own soul before you read it yourself. Did she like Mr. George Townsend Howe? For a week she shunned Mazie, and then the girl went away to be married. Something new arose within Adela’s heart. Had the child been right? She looked up one day at the thought and met the quiet gaze of George Howe bent fully upon her. Her heart stood still and she felt that she paled, then flushed, then paled again, and a sense of shame and guilt oppressed her, and she hated herself. It was base —it was what Mazie called "woman’s little game.” For the remainder of the day she worked like a fiend and tried to look at nobody. When she was ready to leave she came from the dressingroom hatted afifi gloved. Mr. Howe stood at the door, casually went down to the street with her, talking pleasantly, and presently lifted his hat and left her, his grave fine eyes full upon her. That night Adela was restless. Her down-town life more than ever palled upon her. She was domestic in every taste and Instinct, by inheritance and in up-bringing. Only need for bread sent her into the working world. She knew that—and, moreover, she could not forget Mazie’s really brutal talk. Was the girl right? Perhaps shfl, Adela, was foolish and impractical. Her thought's rested again upon George Howe, and she owned to herself that he was everything that she would like in the way of a husband. He was good and kind and successful; he was pleasant to the eyes. She liked the little things about him, the way he moved hits hands, his smile, the timbre of his voice. There was rest and confidence in his presence. In the gray of the morning she finally slept with a new resolve upon her. She would try the woman’s little game! Surely it would be no sin to attract him to her—she would afterward make up for it In a thousand little ways. That morning began a new life for Adela Shaw. Her eyes were bright er, with hdpe and purpose, she powdered delicately, she arranged her hair more becomingly. There was no great change in her, but in a thousand small ways she became alluring. A bit of bright color at her throat accentuated the velvety dark of her eyes and hair. She thought of herself as attractive, a state of mind imd heart which is bloom in itself. Alw>, the excitement of her —daring thing gave her life and animation. in a few weeks others In the office

began to notice her. Jennie Thurston asked what had gotten into Adela Shaw, young Phelps would stop to chaff, and once he asked her out to lunch, and then to theaters and parks. She, formerly the lone One, became popular. But, while she often found the eyes of George Howe upon her, he became more and more aloof. She made a timid effort or two to talk to him, and although he was courteous she felt no great friendliness. She spent an agonized night or two over her forwardness, and then absolutely ignored him. But she went straight ahead with her new idea of being attractive. Young Phelps was a year her junior, but she liked going about with him. It amused her, and bolstered up her self-respect. But in her heart she was miserable.

Soon after this she realized that she loved George Howe, and with the agony of the knowledge that he did not care for her, she went to the house of “Kimball & Kimball” and engaged herself for work with them. Then she gave’ Mr. George Howe, nftanager for “Howe, Anderson & Howe,” a week’s notice. To her surprise and relief, he courteously accepted her resignation. He did not ask her a question as to why she was going. It half killed her that he did not care enough —but had he asked her she would-not have known how to answer. A substantial increase of salary was her reason to the rest of the office. A week in her new a week a year in loneliness, passed, and Saturday night, one lovely, breathing, rose-scented June night, found her face-down upon her bed, crying it out in the approved woman’s way. Her face was tear-stained; she no longer felt nor wished to be alluring. She was simply wretched. And then she heard the landlady’s voice at the door. “Someone to see you—out on the porch,” she said briefly and was gone - Thinking of some woman friend, she wiped her face, Save a vicious pulf or two at her hair and dress, and went down, still not knowing nor caring how she looked. From a porch chair in the dusk rose the figure of Mr. George Howe. He reached out his hand and, taking 'hers, looked about to see if they were alone. Distrusting the open lodging-house windows, he asked her to walk, and without waiting for her to consent, drew her arm under his and took her out upon the street. When they had reached a little park space he suddenly stopped and gazed down at her. She was drooping, tired, cried-out —and a bit slant. “Look here,” he said* abruptly, “do you know that I love you? Did you leave to get rid of me? Do you know how miserable I am without you? Didn’t you see all the time how—it waa with me? Answer.” But she could only shake her head. Shame and truthfulness overwhelmed her. He pursued relentlessly. "Can you truthfully say that you never could — love me?” Again she shook her head. “Answer me in words,” he urged. A new, fine courage came to her. “Oh,” she said, with gentle vehemence, drawing her hands away from him, “I—do —love you. No, stay away till I tell you. I do—but at first I didn’t —really. I was just lonesome and miserable and I —wanted a home. I liked you and so I deliberately tried to attract you. Now you will hate me. It was cheap and—unthinkable —and unwomanly. I tried to make you—want me. And when I—thought you wouldn’t, I found that I had — learned to love you. I couldn’t stand it, do I went away. I —am —very miserable, and I’m not fit to love—after doing such a—” His low, contented laugh made her look up. He took both her hands. “You —darling!” he said. “No other woman on earth would tell what she had done, or think it unwomanly! Be comforted —for I loved you long before you began to blossom out and attract flies—like young Phelps! I actually thought you might—care for that boy! I was —jealous. Say again that you—really love me.” She said it again, but still he was not content. Arm in arm they walked under the summer moon, arm in arm they talked and planned—and talked the immemorial nonsense of lovers! She, wondering, blessed Mazie, and the woman’s little game— is to love and be loved in return. (Copyright, 1913. by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

The Quintet.

All of us demand an occasional holiday, and the dresser, of the -great actor at the Frivolity had a night off, so another dresser reigned in his stead —a stranger forsooth, unused to the ways of the classic boards. In due time the great actor arrived, and tn due time the makeshift dresser began to drees his temporary master. Time sped on, as is the habit of time, and anon the great actor turned to his menial. “George,” said he, “where are they now! Are they doing the quintet yet?” George hied him down the passage and to the wings adjacent to the stage. He looked and listened, then hied him back to the dressing room. “I don’t rightly know, sir,” he said, respectfully withal; "but there’s threo young women singing like old boots, and a couple of blokes who keep chipping in every now and again!”—Answers, London.

Britain’s Grip on Woolen Trade.

In the woolen trade, during the last 10 years Great Britain has made nearly five times as much progress as Germany, and 15 times as much as France.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, INP.

In the Latest of the Styles

Model of pink charmeuse with tunic of chiffon finished with bands of beaded net. Extremely full skirt. V decollette.

TO BE POPULAR THIS FALL

Forecast of Styles That Have • Been Settled On as the “Smartest of the Smart.” In the majority of fall models women will look older. This is because the bonnet, mushroom and bell shapes have given way to the hat with an upturned brim, and to be strictly in style the brim must turn at the back. If you are young and fair to look on, by all means wear a chinband on your new fall hat. This can be of velvet ribbon, taffeta or moire or of tulle and maline. It can have a fastening by means of a hook and eye, or the streamers can be tied at one side, coquettishly under one ear or just in front. The chinband will be noticeable on hats for afternoon and evening. One “cap” is of velvet, with a puffed crown and a visor (which comes down in front. At one side is a panache mounting to a great height and giving a dashing effect that would look well with a military suit. On a black velvet hat for evening there is used chantilly lace for the brim and for the wired bow at the back that holds the turned-up brim. The sugar-scoop hat of black velvet will be a typical fall style. It has no clearly defined crown and the greatest height is at the back. The tilt is down toward the nose, and a bandeau Is frequently the means to the end. In a boat-shaped hat the length from front to back is emphasized by a horizontal line of feathers. The brim flares up decidedly at the side. There has been Inspiration in the Jockey’s cap, which is now shown in green velvet, the brim turned up at the back and extending out in front. Wired loops rise at the back. A visor cap has a satin extension in front, a low crown and loops of ribbon at each side pointing backward.

Hidden Sashes.

hidden sashes are considered the grand chic. The sash frankly encircles the waist and forms a more or less conspicuous bow at the back. Then the ends pass under a tunic of lace chiffon or machine embroidery—according to the nature of the costume —emerging at the knee to fall over the skirt. Sometimes the ends of the sash are knotted under the semitransparent tunic and caught agajnst the skirt, to give the clinging effect now fashionable. Indeed, most sash ends are now attached to the skirt in some fashion, for floating ends are anything but smart. If the sash Is not sewed against the skirt at Its ends, it is at least substantially weighted, so that even when the wearer dances the ends fall limp and straight.

Women Wear Sandals.

Cothurnes, the quaint laced footgear of the season, may lead us to the sandal period again. A great many smart women are wearing sandals in their homes, and, of course, any number favor sandals for the country, but sandals on city pavements are neither sensible nor practical, and it is to be hoped they will not become fashionable.

Fall Colors.

Among fall colors is a curious Shade of gYeen known as Bakst green. Copper, brick, silver and violet in exquisite tones are among the colors of beautiful new fabrics. ■ -

FOR THE NEGLIGEE OR NIGHT

Charming Robes In the Lightest of Silks Well Suited for Wear on Separate Occasions. Alluring robes in delicately colored crepe de chine and white lace are listed as nightgowns, but may quite as properly be worn as negligees, and most women buy them for that purpose. The back and front, each cut from a sibgle breadth of double-width crepe de chine, are so gradually sloped from the lower edge—finished with an a-jour-headed hem —to the bust, that nowhere is there an atom too much fullness. At the top the crepe de chine widths at back and front are opened at the right side and drawn in a point to that shoulder, while the other side is caught under the left arm. The entire lower section is swung from a deep yoke of white lace whose neck is drawn taut by a ribbon run beading after the robe Is on, for there is no other open* Ing and no fastening to bother with. The elbow sleeves are simply wide puffs of lace ending in narrow ruffle* gathered with ribbon and beading.

PRETTY COMBINATION.

The combined knickers and camisole has now become very popular wear, and here we show * pretty design. The camisole has a square opening edged with beading and lace, the latter only finishing the armhole. Wide beading forms the waist-band, also edges the legs, to which are set deep material frills, trimmed with insertion, tucks and lace. Materials required: 3 yards 40 inches wide, yard narrow, 2'4 yards wide beading, 2% yards insertion, 2 yards wide and i l 4 yards narrow lace, 4 yards wide and I*4 yard narrow ribbon.

GOOD JOKES

QUITE CORRECT. A showman issued an announcetnent stating, “Come and see the great sawed fish I” A learned gentleman read it, and informed the showman that he had made a mistake in the word “sawed;” that it ought to be “sword." ♦ “Yer’d better Come in an’ see fer yerself; the hadmission is only tuppence,” said the showman. So the learned man paid his "tuppence,” went in and was shown a large cod-fish sawed in half. “Yes ain’t the fust genelman wot has tried to teach me ’ow to spell; but I tell yer I’ve ’ad aggood eddication, an’ I’m runnin’ this show jist to show people I ’ave," grinned the showman. The learned gentleman left, deeply indignant with the world in general, and the showman in particular.

Poet Loses Time.

"How long does Fennison spend on one of his poems?” “He’ told me he spent six weeks on the last one he wrote.” “You don’t say!" “Yes; it took him ten minutes to write it and the balance of the time, he was trying to persuade some one to buy 11.”

Constant Reader.

"What is your favorite diversion in summer?” asked the serious girl. “Reading,” replied the young man who was trying to make an impression. . “But don’t you need outdoor recreation?” “Yes. I stand outdoors and read the baseball bulletins.”,

HAVEN’T TIME.

First Voyager—There’s one good thing about sea sickness. Second Voyager—What’s that? First Voyager—K makes you forget all your other troubles.

An Epitaph.

Each time I scan These words, I gloat: "Here Lies a Man Who Rocked a Boat."

Impossible.

"Why-doesn’t Billy put a good face on his marriage since he’s made up his mind to it?” ‘Even a beauty doctor eouldn’t put a good face on that girl.”

Paradoxical Speed.

"There is one very queer thing about a vessel’s speed.” "What’s that?" “When she’s trying it out, she’s knot going.”

Accounted For.

"How is it that Jinks, even if he is in love, can listen so rapturously by the hour to that girl’s strumming on the piano?" "Jinks is as deaf as a post.”

Repenting at Leisure.

Shimmerpate—l undertsand Beanbrough fell in love with his wife at first sight. Hemmandhaw —Yes; and now he is sorry he didn’t take a second look.— Judge.

Musical.

“That tenor has musical bones.” “Yes,” replied the man 4vith a square jaw! “and if he doesn’t stop his efforts to flirt some man is going to get a club and see how near he does for a bass drum.”

Hard to Locate.

"I don’t think Mrs. Nuritch will find accommodations where she wants to go for the summer.” "Why not?” “She says she longs to sojourn on the banks of the gulf stream, of which she has heard so much.”

Good Night!

The clock had just struck 11:55. “I am thinking of going,’ ’he said. “Well, never put off until tomorrow what you can do today,” she said.

His Methods.

"The young fellow who’s coming to see you, Elsie, must be a lawyer.” “What makes you think that, father?" “Because I notice whenever he comes to court, he always pleads for a stay.”

Looks That Way.

Patience —Ke never tried to write any poetry until he was over, thirty years old. Patrice —I thought poets were born? “Well, I guess they are."

REALISTIC.

Wang—How Jong were y’ou on the raft and without food? Bang—Three days and ni.;hts. Wang—And how did you stand it T Bang—Oh! all right! I made myself believe I was at homo, that we had no maid and my wife was doing the cooking.

Tight Fits.

The latest news concerning hats—The kind that stylish woiaen wear. Is that they’ll do away wli h "rats" And clamp down close up >n the hair.

How It Happened 1 .

Weary Willy—Lady, I wtz wunst a prosperous merchant. I led a lux* urious home, an honorable name, an' ten bloomin' an* highly educated daughters. Mrs. Wellment —What bi ought you to poverty? Weary Willy—My daughters insisted on marrying highly educated men, an* I hed ter support ten families.— Puck.

Hoopskirt Memories.

Ethel (Jokingly)-TrWhen you were graduated, mamma, I’ll wager your mother didn’t give you as pr?tty a hob-ble-skirt frock a* you have given me. Mamma (eyeing Ethel’s entire rigging out) —My dear child, when I was graduated it took more cloth to make my dress, yard for yard, than the whole class of you girls are going to wear.

Some New Verbs.

From a newspaper report: "The vase was smithereened beyond repair." A wood work concern advertises: "Why not lovelify yottr homes with our trellises?" From a Rockland paper: “A crew of wards of the county dedandelloned the courthouse lawn Monday."

Any Old Seashore.

"Going to the seashore this summer?” "You betcher.” “Going to flirt some?” "A little." “Where are you going?” , “Oh, I dunno. Any of those place* where the flirting’s good." ,

Jogging His Memory.

"I’ve been thinking all day over that story you told me at the dinner last Might" “Good, wasn’t it?” “Yes. I was trying to remember where I had heard it before."*—Puck.

Still Occupied.

"Can I send you any literature asked the solicitous congressman. “Not for awhile.” answered Paw Hoptoad. "A congressman sent me a Patent Office report in 1890: J ain’t finished reading that yet."

A HOT REBUKE.

Gentleman (to lady who haz just taken the seat offered in street car) I beg your pardon. Lady—l didn’t speak, sir. Gentleman—Oh! I thought you said “Thank you."

Time’s Flight.

Time’s flight will frequently dismay With changes gradual, but Immense. The letter that you write today May startle you a few years hence.

Better Plan.

“Why does Pufferly snfoke such long cigars?" - "They’re the cheap kind and he likes to have them as far from his face as possible." “What is It?" “lie might use a wind shield.”