Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 152, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 June 1919 — Page 2

In whatever comer of the world It flourishes ui meat for the designers of negligees. They seize upon it and use it as it Is, or interpret it to suit themselves in fabrics that they have at hand. Beautiful Japanese and Chinese garments are bought in their native countries and sold to Americans to wear as they are. Who would think of taking the liberty of changing anything so exquisite? Not all bf them blossom only in the privacy of homes, for splendid mandarin coats challenge comparison with the handsomest evening wraps. One thing that entices the buyer of fine Japanese and Chinese garments is the stability of their styles. They are and were and will be good. It Is not necessary to attempt a description of the wonderful kimono shown at the right of the two figures pictured above. This enfolding dress Is simply a graceful background of soft slik for rich embroideries of the Iris and wisteria blossoms that are so dear to the Japanese. On a light gray ground in natural colorings they

Good-Looking Work-a-Day Dresses

Just as our daily bread compares to cake so morning or house dresses .compare to more dressy clofhes for afternoon and evening. We can get ’along without cake, but not without bread and we never tire of it Year after year house dresses are made of iabout the same fabrics and vary little In style. But In details of their construction there are little differences, • and the effort is to make them more (and more attractive and practical. Strong, crisp cotton goods; coarse nnbleaced linen, ginghams, percales and a few heavier weaves appear In the house dresses that manufacturers 'have brought out for the present season, all materials that we have learned to rely upon for our work-a-day clothes. Many of the new models have collars and cuffs in white, like the good-looking gingham dress •shown above, where a bit of white (appears also set in kt the front of the (belt in the form of a tab with pointed 'ends. These are turned back and fastened down with flat pearl buttons. This neat finish is repeated qn the cuffs and at die front of the collar, where two buttons are placed. Straps, pipings and flat buttons contribute appropriate finishing touches *to the

Negligees From the Orient

make the kimono a thing of beauty gniLMgy forever.. . The pretty negligee at the left of the figure is in two pieces, an underdress with long, flaring sleeves all made of lace and an over garment that forms a short cape at the back with a front of three overlapping panels. It Is made of satin and embellished with embroidery. Wherever it was designed it may lay claim to both ingenuity and beauty. Wide laces —flouncing laces they are called—make the way of the designer easy and are used In many negligees. Over underslips of silk they form long loose coats. Crepe-de-chine or fine mercerized cotton goods are used with them, the laces In cream color and the other fabrics in gay flowerlike tints and colors. All are washable and very often narrow ribbons and little flowers of ribbon or chiffon add another charm to them. The story of negligees cannot be complete without reference to the beautiful taffeta coats In light colors, to be worn over lace petticoats.

dresses and aprons wherefhe chief concern is neatness. The narrow belt and patch pockets are- of gingham. A striped percale house dress shown at the right depends upon flat pipings of another pattern in stripes of the same goods, for its neat finish. These pipings are often in White or in a plain colored chambray. They serve to outline the neck, pockets, belt ftnd whatever othe£ feature the designer wishes to emphasize. In this dress there Is a simulated vest, and pockets are set on cleverly. Elbow sleeves have a flaring flounce and piping defines all important "lines, a band of It running down the top of the sleeve.

Little All-Green Hats.

Dainty little hats In jade green have been made a specialty of by two or three of the leading shops in New York recently. No other color is introduced. Some, are made entirely Of taffeta and others have soft bands of breast feathers in jade. These art cbnsidered«?specially becoming to golden or black hair.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

A Springtime Thaw

By ANNA REDFERN

(Copyright, 1S1». by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Big Bill Sheldon was decidedly not a Westerner. One could have guessed that fact by his air of reserve—a refined, courteous, but nevertheless clearly obvious l-aiq-sufficlent-for-myseif manner. The manner, however, was not of Bill’s own choosing; rather was it a product of environment. Moreover, it was a source of deep grievance to him, for try as hard as he might he could not make friends, with a reserve as Impenetrable as the Rock of Gibraltar rising between himself and.every one he met. Even the glad spontaneity of a merry Western city, where friendliness was the rule, rather than the reverse, seemed not to melt the ice. How could his new-found acquaintances divine for themselves that within his six feet bulk of calm, blond nonchalance lay a desire for adventure as keen as that of some twelve-year-old devotee of Nick Carter; or that the wistful look showing forth every now and then from his deep gray eyes betokened only the strong desire that somewhere, sooner or later, some one would notice him and really like him in spite of himself. No wonder he moped; and no wonder Aunt Della stood at her wit’s end to entertain him. point; she had .introduced him in turn to every one she knew; she had waited on him more tenderly than his own mother would have done, and still he looked bored. “I think, auntie,” he said after the first week of agony, “that I shall have to be starting for home. Father can scarcely run the shop without me — much as I would like to stay,” he added as a polite afterthought. There was no doubt that Bill was homesick. And whether 6 feet 200 pounds suffers proportionately more than does 5 feet 100 pounds, even Bill had no heart to answer. Blue to the bottom of his No. B boots, he paced gloomily around Aunt Della’s sunny, comfortable living room, impatiently bumping against knick-knacks and chairs. Fourteen times without stopping he paced. On the fifteenth round he stopped by 4he long French window with a jerk. He pulled aside the blue cretonne curtains, and drawing himself erect in the soft spring sunshine he drank in the pleasing sight through eyes and nose and mouth. The morning was clear and fair and radiant; the. clouds were blue and soft and fleecy; the lawns' were lush and green with young grass; the trees were newly in leaf. But a fairer sight than all this caught and held his attention. In a neighboring yard, scarcely two rods away, there flashed a maiden back and forth with movements as graceful and dainty as those of some wood nymph. With a few deft movements site drew up the sagging white-string net and fastened it taut across the tennis court. She tried out her balls and rackets with a bubbling, boylike exultancy, as if the tonic of springtime had found affinity with her feet. “Yough,” gasped Bill, and “Yough!” “Oh, auntie, who’s the young lady next door?” Aunt Della carefully set her pie crust in the yellow mixing bowl, wiped her hands and came at her young nephew’s excited call. “That’s no young lady," she corrected. ‘That Is Irene Roberts. Why, I’ve known that child ever since she was born.” “How long is that, auntie?” Bob persisted. “Well, now, let me see. It must be twenty years or thereabouts.” Bob raised his eyebrows quizzically, but Aunt Della rattled on. “Yes, and just as you see her now she’s always been —jumping, running, playing tennis, riding horseback. She’s a regular tomboy.” To Aunt Della Irene was just the same madcap little girl that she had always known from childhood up. Not so to Bill! He stood by the window and watched his lively young neighbor’s gyrations with distinct approval. “She is flame and action,’* he mused as her red-brown bobbed curls flashed in the sunshine. Altogether he approved' of her—-of her trim*white flannel dress and high-cut russet boots, of her well-knit, graceful figure swaying in the sheer delight of motion, and her frank boyish activity. So much did he approve that the wistful look came back into his deep brown eyes, and the homesick feeling formed a hard lump and settled in his throat. That she had no companion in her game seemed not to bother Irene at all. Back and forth she scintillated, her tennis ball now on one side of the net, now on the other. Suddenly she threw down her ball and started toward Bill’s point of observance. “Auntie Bascom," she called, T*m coming in to see you.” Bill’s experience of twenty-two years, did not include instruction in chain-lightning action. Of course, he wanted to meet the girl. For what else had he been planning during the last fifteen minutes but for this? Hwever, this was sudden action. AS Irene called he drew back from the window and began measuring with his eyes the distance from his window to the-kitchen where Aunt Della kept busily at work. In the open he could have covered it with three leaps, but here there was furniture to intervene. Too, Irene had seen him at her first

glance. There seemed no. graceful way of escape. So Bill threw bafck the long French window and stood bravely waiting for events to happen. “Irene, this is my nephew, Bill Sheldon, from the East/* called Auntie Busconi from the the other room. __ Bill gravely acknowledged the introduction with- a bow, striving meantime to down the rising reserve which was always intensified by a meeting with a stranger. “I’m pleased to meet you.” Irene’s full-throated 5 voice rang out pleasantly as she extended her firm white hand and raised her blue, blue eyes to his. She waited for no reserve to melt. In fact, she neither felt nor noticed any “such thing. 77 ~~ “Do you play tennis?” she inquired, with a glance toward the racket in her hand. Then Bill surprised himself. “Just try me,” he answered, “when you finish your errand.” Auntie Bascom heaved a sigh of relief as they walked off together. “Irene'll keep him amused for a little while,” she ejaculated, "although I know he won’t approve of her romping ways.” Somehow there was not any more talk of going home, and somehow Bijl began to take an interest in his visit. Never did Aunt Della attribute this change to the lively Irene, for there was always a crowd of young people together. Hefr enlightenment came suddenly and unintentionally. Bill had gone away for the evening. The dishes had been carefully washed and dried. The Soft evening breeze blew by the open door with a pulling force. Throwing a shawl about her shoulders, Aunt Della, started across the garderi patii to lier neighbor's; Mrs. Roberts, for a chat. It was a walk that she loved. The moonlight was soft and scented. Her thoughts turned fondly back to the time when she had not walked this path alone. Passing slowly along, she stopped, for a moment by the summer house. Her attention was caught by a familiar voice: “But, Irene, are you sure that you can put tip with an old stupid like me?” Then a tremulously happy voice replied: “Oh, Bill, are you sure you»will never call me a tomboy?” Aunt Della wanted to pass quietly along, but her astonishment held her rooted to the spot. Bill sensing the presence of an outsider discovered her. He drew the gentle Irene out into the soft glamor x?f the moonlit night. “You may kiss Irene, auntie,” he generously offered in bold confidence. “You may have known her ever since she was a baby, but I shall even that up, for I expect to know and love her for the rest of her lifetime.”

Murderer’s Oversight.

Perhaps the smallest creature that ever unrolled the curtain from before aitf* unsuspected murder was that which convicted the murderer of Mr. and Mrs. Newtown in 1898. A stationmaster sold a ticket at a small sta? tion and received a silver coin dated 1826, rather oddly marked. He put the coin In his pocket and placed another in the till, and that afternoon showed it to some of his friends. A man recognized it Immediately as one that Newtown had kept for some time as a pocketpiece and lucky coin, and this was the first hint gained by the detectives as to where they should look for tire murderer, who was subsequently apprehended and convicted. It was a minute trifle, this handing over a coin, but it brought the murderer to the just punishment which his crime deserved. Had he chanced on any other piece of money in his pocket—and it was afterwards known that he had a pocketful of money—he would in all probability haffe remained undiscovered. —London Mail.

If Your Eyes Are Tired.

Seat yourself on one side of the room, facing the wall opposite. Hold the head still‘and raise the eyes slowly until you'are looking as-nearly as possible at the ceiling above you. Now lower the eyes, looking at the floor before you. Take care, when looking down, not to focus the eyes on the ■nose, but on the floor at your feet. Repeat this ten times, but take care not to over-weary the eyes. Now look as far to the right as possible, then slowly shift the gaze to the left. Repeat as before. For a final exercise, imagine a huge circle in the air before you, and without moving the head, followthe outlines of this circle with your eyes, beginning at the feft, and going to the right for ten times, then beginning at the right and moving toward the left. When your exercises are over, bathe the eyes in warm water to which you have added a pinch of boracic acid, then close them and rest for five minutes.

Telling Fortunes With Oil.

Among the Kherrias of India a very curious marriage ceremony is reported Taking a portion of the hair of the bride and bridegroom in turn from the center of the forehead, the priest draws it down onto the bridge of the nose. Then pouring oil on the head, he watches it carefully as it trickles down the portion of hair. If the oil runs straight onto tfie tip of-thehr nose their future will be fortunate, but if it spreads over the forehead or trickles off on either side of the nose, ill luck is sure to follow.. Their fortunes fold, generally to their own satisfaction, the final part of the ceremony takes place. Stapling up -side by side, but with faces strictly averted, the bride and bridegroom mark each other’s forehead with “sindur" (vermilion). r

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Everything Lovely.

“Howdy, Gap!” saluted an acquaintance, upon meeting the well known Rumpus Ridge citizen on a shopping expedition in Tumllnville. “How’s everything going with you?” “Finer’n frog hair, Jurd!” triumphantly replied Gap Johnson. “Of course, my wife has been sorter puny, yur of late, and several of the children have got the measles and mumps and one thing and another, and the lightning struck the corner of the house tuther night and like to have tore the whole place to pieces, and one of the'kids fell out of a tree and broke his arm, and a felled took a shot at me day before yesterday and ventilated my ear, and such as that, but I swapped for a running horse last week, and a couple of my hounds have got six pups apiece. Aw, I tell you, they can’t keep a good man down!” —Kansas City Star.

Well Known.

T was hurrying home up the hill when a little boy came rushing down in such haste that he ran headlong into me. He was quite breathless and very flushed- " “Have you seen my pa?” he managed to stammer. “I don’t know your pa, little boy,” said I. He looked at me in round-eyed wonder and his pink cheeks fairly stuck out. “You don’t know my pa?” he said incredulously. “Why, I know pa just as easy ’’’—Exchange.

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KNEW THAT WOULD STOP HIM

Lawyer Evidently Was Well Acquainted With the Weakness of His Long-Winded Friend. C. H. Murphy relates the story of a Philadelphia lawyer, retired, who, In the days of his active practice, was notorious for his long-windedness. On one occasion he had been spouting forth his concluding argument for six hours, and the end was nowhere in sight, when the opposing attorney beckoned his associate.and whispered : “Can’t you stop him, Jack?” M T’ii stop him in two minutes”. Jack replied confidently. And he wrote and passed to the orator the following note: “My Dear Colonel—As soon as you finish your magnificent argument I would like you to join me at the hotel in a bumper of rare old Bourbon.” The lawyer halted in the midst of an impassioned period, put on his glasses, and read the note that had been handed him, then he removed his glasses aga<n and, -taking up his hat and bag, he said: “And now, may It please the court and gentlemen of the jury, I leave the case with you.” A minute later he-was proceeding in stately fashion in the direction of the hotel bar.

Who’d do the work of the world If everybody were rich?