Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 117, Hammond, Lake County, 2 November 1907 — Page 3

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imm A Mj'stery Story ol San Francisco BY EARLE ASHLEY WALCOTT (Copyright IX. t(-e Pohi-.iSrrill Co.) (Continued.) I airily professed myself happy to be at his service at any time. "Yea, yes," he said; "but let's see your memoranda. Did you do well this afternoon?' "No-o," I returned apologetically. "Not so well as I wished." He took the papers and looked over them carefully. "Thirty-one hundred," he said reflectively. "Those sales were all right. Well, I was afraid you couldn't get above three thousand. I didn't get more than two thousand in the other Hoards and on the Street." "That was the best I could do," I said modestly. "They averaged at sixty-five. Omega got away from u3 this afternoon like a runaway horse." "Yes, ye3," said the King of the Street, studying his papers with drawn brows. "That's all right. I'll have to wait a bit before going further." I bowed as became one who had no Idea of the plans ahead. "And now," said Doddridge Knapp, turning on me a keen and lowering gaze, "I'd like to know what call you have to be spying on me?" I opened my eyes wide in wonder. "SpyiDg? I don't understand." "No?" said he. with something between a growl and a snarl. "Well, maybe you don't understand that, either!" And he tossed mo a bit of paper. I felt sure that I did not not. My Ignorance grew Into amazement as I read. Tho slip bore the words: "I have bought Crown Diamond. What's the limit? Wilton." "I certainly don't understand," I said. "What does It mean?" "The man who wrote it ought to know," growled Doddridge Knapp, with his eyes flashing and the yellowgray mustache stamping out like bristles. The fangs of the Wolf were in sight. "Well, you'll have to look somewhere else for him," I said firmly. "I never saw the note, and never bought a share of Crown Diamond." Doddridge Knapp bent forward and looked for an instant as though he A mull i:r& Ml would leap upon me. His eye was the eye of a wild beast in anger. If I had written that note I should have gone through the window without stopping for explanations. As I had not written It I sat there coolly and looked him In the face with an easy conscience. "Well, well," he said at last, relaxing his gaze, "I almost believe you." "There's no use going any further, Mr. Knapp, unless you believe me altogether." "I see you understand what I was going to say," he said quietly. "But If you didn't send that, who did?" "Well, if I were to make a guess, I should say it was the man who wrote this." I tossed him in turn the note I had received in the afternoon, bidding me sell everything. The King of the Street looked at it carefully, and his brows drew lower and lower as Its import dawned on him. The look of angry perplexity deepened on his face. "Where did you get this?" I detailed the circumstances. The anger that flashed in his eyes was more eloquent than the outbreak of curses I expected to hear. "Urn!" he said at last with a grim smile. "It's lucky, after all. that you had something besides cotton in that 6kull cf yours. Wilton." "A fool might have been caught by it," I said modestly. "There looks to be trouble ahead," he said. "There's a rascally gang in the market these days." And the King of the Street sighed over the dishonesty that had corrupted the stock gamblers trade. I smiled inwardly, but signified my agreement with my employer. "Well, who wrote them?" he asked almost fiercely. "They seem to some from the same hand." "Maybe you'd better ask that fellow "who had his eye at your keyhole when I left the office this noon." "Who was that?" The Wolf gave a startled look. "Why didn't you tell me?"

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"He was a well-made, quick, lithe ! fellow, with an eye that reminded me of a snake. I gave chase to him, but couldn't overhaul him. He squirmed away in the crowd, I guess." "Why didn't you tell me?" he said In a steady voice. "I didn't suppose it was worth coming back for, after I got Into the street. And, besides, you were busy." "Ye3, yes, you were right: you are not to come of course, of course." The King of the Street looked at mo curiously, and then said smoothly: "Bit this isn't business." And he plunged into the papers once more. "Thee were over nine thousand shares sold thi3 afternoon, and I got only flva thousand of them." "I suppose Decker picked the others up," I said. The King of the Street did me the honor to look at me in amazement. "Decker!" he roared. "How did you " Then he paused and his voice dropped to its ordinary tone. "I reckon you're right. What gave you the idea?" I frankly detailed my conversation with Wallbridge. As I went on, I fancied that the bushy brows drew down and a little anxiety showed beneath them. I had hardly finished my account when tVere was a knock at the door, and the servant appeared. "Mrs. Knapp's compliments, and she would like to see Mr. Wilton when you are done," he said. I could with difficulty repress an exclamation, and my heart climbed into my throat. I was ready to face the Wolf in his den, but here was a different matter. I recalled that Mrs. Knapp was a more Intimate acquaintance cf Henry Wilton's than Doddridge Knapp had been, and I saw Niagara ahead of my skiff. "Yes, yes; quite likely," said my employer, referring to my story of Wallbridge. "I heard something of the kind from my men. I'll know to-morrow for certain, I expect. I forgot to tell you that the ladles would want to see you. They have missed you lately." And the Wolf motioned me to the door where the servant waited. Hero was a predicament. I was missed and wanted and by the ladies. My heart dropped back from my throat, and I felt it throbbing in the lowest recesses of my boot-heels as I rose and followed my guide.

CHAPTER XII. Luella Knapp. Two women rose to greet me as I entered the room. "Good evening," said the elder woman, holding out her hand. "You have neglected us for a long time." There was something of reproach as well as civility in the voic. "Yes," I replied, adjusting my maner nicely to her, "I have been very busy." "Busy? How provoking of you to say so! You should never be too busy to take the commands of the ladies." "That is why I am there," I interrupted with my best bow. But she continued without noting it: "Luella wagered with, me that you would make that excuse. I expected something more original." "I am very sorry," I said, with a reflection of the bantering air she had assumed. "Oh, indeed!" exclaimed the younger woman, to whom my eyes had turned as Mrs. Knapp spoke her name. "How very unkind of you to say so, when I have just won a pair of gloves by it. Good evening to you!" And she held out her hand. It was with a strong effort that I kept my self-possession, as for the first time I clasped the hand of Luella Knapp. Was it the thrill of her touch, the glance of her eye, or the magnetism of her presence, that set my pulses beating to a new measure, and gave my spirit a breath from a new world? What ever the case, as I looked into the clear-cut face and the frank gray eyes of the woman before me, I was swept by a flood of emotion that was near overpowering my self-control. I mastered the emotion in a moment and took the seat to which she had waved me. I was puzzled a little at the tone in which she addressed me. There was a suggestion of resentment in her manner that grew on me as we talked. Can I describe her? Of what use to try? She was not beautiful, and "pretty" was too petty a word to apply to Luella Knapp. "Fine looking." if said with the proper emphasis, might give some idea of appearance, for she was tall in figure, with features that were impressive in their attractiveness. Through all the conversation the idea that Miss Knapp was regarding me with a hidden disapproval was growing on me. I decided that Henry had made some uncommon blunder on his last visit and that I was suffering the penalty for it. The admiration I felt for the young woman deepened with every sentence she spoke, and I was ready to do anything to restore the good opinion that Henry might have endangered, and in lieu of apology exerted myself to tle utmost to be agreeable. I was unconscious of the flight of time until Mrs. Knapp turned from some other guests and walked toward us. "Come, Henry," she said pointedlv, "Luella is not to monopolize you all the time." Besides, there's Mr. Inman dying to speak to her." I promptly hated Mr. Inman with all my heart and felt not the slightest objection to his demise; but at her gesture of command I rose and accompanied Mrs. Knapp, as a young man with eye-glasses and a smirk came to take my place. I left Luella Knapp, congratulating myself over my cleverness in escaping the pitfalls that lined my way.

"Now I've a chance to speak to you at last." said Mrs. Knapp. "At your service," I bowed. "I owe you something." "Indeed?" Mrs. Knapp raised her eyebrows in surprise. "For your kind recommendation to Mr. Knapp." "My recommendation? You have a little the advantage cf me." I was stricken with painful doubts, and the cold sweat started upon wie. Perhaps this was not Mrs. Knapp after all. "Oh, perhaps you didn't mean it," I said. "Indeed I did, if it was a recommendation. I'm afraid it was uncon

scious, though. Mr. Knapp does not consult me about his business." I was in doubt no longer. It was the injured pride of the wife that spoke In the tone. "I'm none the less obliged," I said carelessly. "He assured me that he acted on your words." "What on earth are you doing for Mr. Knapp?" she asked earnestly, dropping her half-bantering tone. There was a trace of apprehenson in her eyes. "I'm afraid Mr. Knapp wouldn't think your recommendations were quite justified if I should tell you. Just get him in a corner and ask him." "I suppose it 13 that dreadful stock market." "Oh, madam, let me say the chicken market. There is a wonderful opportunity just now for corner in fowls." "There are a good many to be plucked in the market that Mr. Knapp will look after," she said with a smile. 3ut there was something of a worried look behind it. "Oh, you know, Henry, that I can't bear the market. I have seen too much of the misery that has come from it." She shuddered as she looked about her, as though in fancy she saw herself turned from the palace into the street. "Mr. Knapp is not a man to lose," I said. "Mr. Knapp is a strong man," she paid with a proud straigtening of her figure. "But the whirlpool can suck down the strongest swimmer." "But I suspect Mr. Knapp makes whirlpools instead of swimming into them," I said meaningly. "Ah, Henry," she said sadly, "how oftet have I told you that the best plan may come to ruin in the market? It may not take much to start a boulder rolling down the mountain-side, but who is to tell it to stop when once it is set going?" "I think," said I, smiling, "that Mr. Knapp would ride the boulder and find himself in a gold mine at the end of the journey." "Perhaps. But you're not telling me what Mr. Knapp is doing." "He can tell you better than I." sarcasm in her voice. "And here he comes to do it, I expect," I said, as the tall figure of the King of the Street appeared in the doorway opposite. "I'm afraid I shall have to depend on the newspapers," she said. "Mr. Knapp is as much afraid of a woman's tongue as you are. Oh," she continued after a moment's pause, "I was going to make j-ou give an account of yourself; but since you will tell nothing I must introduce you to my cousin, Mrs. Bowser." And she led me, unresisting, to a short, sharp-featured woman of sixty or thereabouts, who rustled her silks, and n a high, thin voice professed herself charmed to see me. She might have claimed and held the record as the champion of the conversational ring. I had never met her equal before, nor have I met one to surpass her since. Had I been long in the city? She had been here only a week. Caine from Maine way. This was a dear, dreadful city with such nice people and such dreadful winds, wasn't it? And then she gave me a catalogue of the places she had visited, and the attractions of San Francisco, with a wealth of detail and a poverty of interest that was liitle less than marvelous. Fortunately she required nothing but an occasional murmur of assent in the way of answer from me, I looked across the room to the corner where Luella was entertaining the insignificant Inman. How vivacious ! and intelligent she appeared! Her j face and figure grew on me in attracj tiveness, and I felt that I was being ' very badly used. As I came to this point I I was roused by the sound of two low j voices that just behind me were plain- ! ly audible under the shrill treble of I Mrs. Bowser. They were women with i their heads close in gossip. I "Shocking, isn't it?" said one. "Dreadful!" said the other. "It gives : me the creeps to think of it." "Why don't they lock him up? Such a creature shouldn't be allowed to go i at large." "Oh. you see, maybe they can't be i sure about it. But I've heard it's a case cf family pride." j I was recalled from this dialogue by Mrs. Bowser's fan on my arm, and her ; shrill voice in my ear with, "What is I your idea about it, Mr. Wilton?" ; "I think you are perfectly right," I said heartily, as she paused for an answer. ' "Then I'll arrange it with the others i at on?e," she said. j This was a bucket of ice-water on ; me. I had not the first Idea of what : I had committed myself. j "No, don't," I said. "Walt till we . have time to discuss it again." ; "Oh, we can decide on the time J whenever you like. Will some nijht i week after next suit you?" I had to throw myself on the mercy i of the enemy. j "I'm afraid I'm getting rather absent-minded." I said humbly. "I was looking at Miss Knapp and lost the

thread of the discourse for a minute." "That's what I was talking about," she said sharply "about taking her and the rest of us through Chinatown." "Yes, yes. I remember," I said unblushlngly. "If I can get away from business, I'm at your service at any time." Then Mrs. Bowser wandered on with the arrangements she would find necessary to make, and I heard one of the low voices behind me: "Now this is a profound secret, you know. I wouldn't have them know for the world that any one suspects. I just heard it this week, myself." "Oh, I wouldn't dare breathe it to a soul," said the other. "But I'm sure

I shan't sleep a wink to-night." And they moved away. I interrupted Mrs. Bowser to explain that I must speak to Mrs. Knapp and made my escape as some one stopped to pass a word with her. "Oh, must you go, Henry?" said Mrs. Knapp. "Well, you must come again soon. We miss you when you stay away. Don't let Mr. Knapp keep you too closely." I professed myself hagpy to come whenever I could find the time, and looked about for Luella. She was nowkere to be seen. I left the room a little disappointed, but with a swelling pride that I had passed the dreaded ordeal and had been accepted as Henry Wilton In the house in which I had most feared to meet disaster. My opinion of my own cleverness had risen, in the language of the market, "above par." As I passed down the hall, a tall willowy figure stepped from the shadow of the stair. My heart gave a bound of delight. It was Luella Knapp. I should have the pleasure of a leavetaking in private. "Oh, Miss Knapp!" I said. "I had despaired of having the chance to bid you good night." And held out my hand. She ignored the hand. I could see from her heaving bosom and shortened breath that she was laboring under great agitation. Yet her faoe gave no evidence- of the effort that it cost her to control herself. "I was waiting for you," she said in a low voice. , I started to express my satisfaction when she Interrupted me. "Who are you?" broke from her lips almost fiercely. I was completely taken aback, and staid at her in amazement with no word at command. "You are not Henry Wilton." she said rapidly. "v0u have come here s. with his name and his clothes, and made up to look like him, and you try to use his voice and take his place. Who are you?" v There was a depth of scorn and anger and apprehension in tht low voice of hers that struck me dumb. "Can you not answer?" she demanded, catching her breath with excitement. "You are not Henry Wil ton." "Wfll?" I said half-inquiringly. It was not safe to advance or retreat. "Well! well!" She repeated my answer with indignation and disdain deepening In her voice. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" "What should I say?" I replied quietly. "You make an assertion. Is there anything more to be said?" "Oh, you may laugh at me if you please, because you can hoodwink the others." I protested that laughter was the lst thing I was thinking of at the moment. Then she burst out impetuously: "Oh, if I were only a man! No; if I were a man I should be hoodwinked like the rest. Brrt you can not deceive me. Who are you? What are you here for? What are you trying to do?" She was blazing with wrath. Her tose had raised hardly an interval of the scale, but every word that came in that smooth, low voice was heavy with ccntempt and anger. It w-as the true daughter ef the Wolf who stood before me. "I am afraid, Miss Knapp, you are not well to-night," I said soothingly. "What have you done with Ifcnry Wilton?" she asked fiercely. "Don't try to speak with his voice. Drop your disguise. You are no actor. You are no more like him than " "Satyr or Hyperion." I quoted bitterly. "Make it strong, please." I had thought myself in a tight place in the row at Bcrton's, but it was nothing to this encounter. "Oh, where is he? What has happened?" she cried. "Nothing ha3 happened," I said calmly, determined at last to brazen it out. I could not tell her the truth. "My same z Henry Wilton." She looked at me in anger a moment, and then a shadow of dread and despair settled over her face. (To be Continued.)

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FOR MADAM AND MADEMOISELLE By BEATRICE IMOGENE HANSEN

DO YOU KNOW VOIR GUOCUHr Under the title, "Do You Know Your Grocer?" the editor of Woman's Home Companion, makes this comment in tho November number: "There are a few of the intimate details of his business life which your obliging grocer does not wish you to know. And that Is why he sends a solicitor to your kitchen door every morninfr, why he assures you that your children will be served as honestly and promptly as yourself, and why his highly elated when you put in h telephone a-nd join his list of telephone customers. "The telephone and the order clerk or solicitor have probably done more to kill the hoasewlfely instinct in women and further the ends of careUss or unscrupulous grocers than any other labor saving: household institutions of the century. Even the most competent of housekeepers can always find one thing more to do at home and when the solicitor takes such a friendly interest in her needs and what her family likes, or the telephone can be used without changing from the house frock to a street suit, she Is very apt to drop the habit of marketing. A New York ! grocer established one year in a new and prosperous residence district thus summed up his trade: " 'We must make special appeal for the telephone and solicited trade, because our store and staff of clerks is not large enough to accommodate customers if they called every day to market. Two-thirds of our trading is secured either by telephone or by so liciting, and the women never come to the store except when they happen to be passing on some other errand or when there is some mistake In the bill. Yet it takes half our clerks to wait On the remaining one-third of the trade women who come here every day, and who waste our time picking over goods, changing their minds, waiting for change, deciding between this brand and that.' " 'Then you do not care for the woman who wants to see what she buys for her family to eat?' "The man had a saving sense of humor, and replied: " 'I can't say that we really care for her but I don't mind adding that we respect her.' " ! In an appeal for more sanitary conditions in grocery stores, the eidtor of Woman's Home Companion cites this incident in the November number: "In a lovely little hamlet near Pittsfield, Mass., are two grocery stores between which there is little or no choice as to attractiveness. The writer waited in one of those stores on a summer afternoon until called for by a farmer landlord. During a two-hour wait not a single woman entered that store. Farmers galore drove up to its portals, deposited an order slip with one of the untidy clerks and then stalked away on other errands. Perhaps a plow was to be mended at the blacksmith shop, or mail was to be picked up at the postoffice, or an express pjiokage was waiting at the depot. Sometimes a man would hand in an order with this warning: "Ma says she don't want any more of that there coffee. The last was no good at all. And if you're giving away premuiums today with any brand of tea, she'd like to try a pound and get a new vinegar cruet.' "The farmer landlord then deposited an order, and hurried away. When he came back the order had been packed Into a soap box and was ready for storing in the rear of his spring wagon. Further acquaintance with the farmer landlord's wife proved her to be a wonderfully capable housekeeper, who scrubbed her kitchen floor daily, scolded the help for spilling a few drops of cider apple sauce on the pantry sholf, and personally scalded her milk tins every day; yet she said she did not have time to get acquainted with her grocer. "To be sure, she did not express it just that way. What she did say was: 'Father does most of the trading. I never go to town except to church. There's nothing to see at the stores in In the November number, Woman's Home Companion gives these impressive figures In its campaign for clean grocery stores: "There are eighty-four million peo ple in the United States. For their food twelve billion dollars are spent annually. This does not Include what farmers raise and serve on their own tables. "Eighty-four million stomachs are to be fed this year at a cost of twelve billion dollars. Allowing as a very small average that half the marketing will be done by mail, telephone or through solicitors and children, fortytwo million people will be fed by women who do not know nor do not try to know their grocers; and six billion dollars' worth of food will be bought without the supervision of the woman who knows her grocer. This food, distributed by grocers, clean and unclean, includes nearly 3.000.000 tons of sugar, S34.667.203 pounds of coffee, 175.000.000 pounds of prunes, 17,S54.76S bushels of rice, 84.000.000 barrels of flour and S4,000.000 pounds of tea. "All of these commodities must be handled by various clerks and delivery men before they pass from the grocery store to your pantry. By far the larger proportion will be handled in the bulk, taken from bins. bags. and cases, weighed on scales, and poured into pa per bags for delivery at your door, i Don't you think it Is about time you j got acquainted with your grocery and his helpers? Are the men and boys who handle the food for your family worthy of the trust?" "Do you know your grocer?" asks the editor of Woman's Home Companion in the November number. "It Is right to trade with the grocer who will give you the best returns for the money your husband works so hard to earn. It is only the womanly and neighborly to trade with the husband of your best friend, whose interests you thereby forward. It is only businessMke to trade with the man who is honest and square in his accounts

and who makes pood every item on your bills. But it Is also fair to yourself and your family that you should

know your grocer, not only as honest : in his accounts, neighborly in Ids in- j tentions, and reciprocal in his re!a- ( tlons with your husband, but as the 1 man behind the counter, the man who alone cr with the aid of helpers dirfctly handles the food which you place on your table." In its well directed crusade against the unsanitary grocery store Woman's Homo Companion makes this point, in the November number: "When you have decided to become thoroughly acquainted with the grocer behind his counter, and with his store methods, you will know whether his cooler or ref riarerator is sweet and clean or slimy with germs; whether he covers his bins or leaves them open for tho entrance of dust, buss and kittens: whether he has sanitary dippers for bulk pickles, fish, jellies, preserves, etc.; whether his clerks have clean towels and running water at their command; whether the boy who fills your order for butter, sugar, flour, tea and crackers is wearing the same jumper that he had on when he curried his delivery horse; whether the wooden trays and pasteboard bags used for sending out lard, pickles, salads, butter, oysters, etc., are kept where they arc free from dust in fact, whether your grocer Is spending any money at all in the interest of common decency, cleanliness and sanitation." CIIOOMNtt A Sl IT. What color will your new winter suit be? Of course you have thought of purple, end let's hope you rejected the idea, unless you can afford another new suit bv Christmas time. Kvery possi ble color is in style, and the best plan ' is to get what Is becoming. To the brown haired lassies nil shades of brown are becoming. Blue suits Miss P.Iue Eyes equally 31ue suits Miss Blue byes equaiij , 11 and if you have plenty of color xy will look well on you. If you are , wel KluV nil 1UUIV ncii vi juu. v i

sallow, do not think of wearing green ; b "'"w ""F"4' " , it will make you look ten times more j a child of five years, two and onesallow, j fourth yards of 36-inch material will And now about the style of suit you j be required. Sizes for 3, 5, 7 and 9 buy. Don't get a coat with short j years. sleeves. An inch or so of red. chapp-d Thj3 pattprn W;U h& Rent t(, oa elbow is not a pretty sight, and that I ' receipt of 10 cents. Address all orders

what you will have it you wear snon sleeves in winter. The short skirt is serviceable and pretty If your feet are neatly and sensibly shod. Wear boots. not low shoes with high hels, if your ankh-s are cold, j you will feel chilly all over. j Don't buy an extreme hat, and re- j member that If your nose is lnrge, a ! hat that sticks away out in the back will make It look larger. 1 Have your hat trimmed with good material, and it will last all winter, but if the trimming is poor and flimsy it will look shabby long before spring. The temptation to Indulge in feathers an.i such finery is great, but unless a feather is good, it is no adornment to a hat, and. unfortunately, good feathers are expensive. M:V 1E I OK IIAMJKKIICHIKFS. The use of borders on so many of the new waists and dresses givt-s the inventive girl another way of using fancy bordered handkerchiefs. They are being made into waists this time not merely kimonos to wear in the seclusion of one's own room, where nobody can see how pretty they are, but really, truly waists for festive occasions. They are made in overblouse style, to wear over a lingerie waist. They may be of silk, lin-n. printed cotton, or foulard. The handkerchiefs may be white, ecru, or any other color, in fact, with pronounced and distinct borders of solid color, dots or Persian design. Two handkerchiefs are needed for the front and two for tho back. Take two pieces of insertion as long as the shoulder and lay two handkerchiefs together, one on top of the other. Use this Insertion to join two sides of the handkerchiefs, beginning four inches from the corner. This forms the shoulders and one front and back. In a like manner join the other two handkerchiefs. Join the two fronts with, the insertion, leaving the two ends open four inches down. Join the back, leaving four inches from just the end, nearest the neck. Three tucks 1 which are larger at the waist line than at the shoulder are employed to make the overblouse fit. The two corners at the neck in the back are now turned down the four inches and this produces an effect of little pointed tabs. The open corners at the neck and waist line in front are treated 1 the same manner, giving the garment a chic appearance. The underarm pieces are stitched merely two inches above the belt, which leaves a wide armhole, giving tho kimono eiTeet. The blouse is then gathered into a belt at the waist. sinrns or si.i;i;ves. The scare about sleeves has settled into pretty general conviction that the woman who wants long sleeves can have them and be secure in the thought that she is ahead in t'ae fashion and that the woman who wants the short sleeve is welcome to it and may wear it with the sure comfort that a host of persons counted among the best in the land are with her. Long sleeves, wrinkled their entire length and coming over the back of the hand, are here, as it was predicted they would be this fall. They are. as a rule, of gauze or lace and match the yoke of the gown, while an upper sleeve more or less brief ia of material like the bodice or Its trimming. There are no end of double sleeve shapes. The ways of such sleeves are so many as to defy partleularization, some of the upper sleeves being mere caps or bands. TRIMMINGS. Speaking of the trimming of the new hat. which Is paramount to any consideration for the benefit of one's neighbors and is growing so huge that there is no getting around it, ribbon will Le used extensively this

Our Pattern Department

A PRACTICAL LITTLE UNDERGAR MENT. Tattern No. 5019. Well-shaped undergarments are quito essential to the comfort of the small girl, and a practical little combination garment is here sketched, whose easy adjust ment will delight the heart of tho small wearer. As the waist and drawers are in one, there are no buttons and buttonholes to come apart. The waist portion is fitted easily to the lines of the figure and closes la the back. The drawers open at tho sides. Muslin, longclotli and cambdc &m used fn the making ot garments, while for cold weath. ' . . jm , . m to tne Pattern Department of this Daoer. Be sure to give size and number of pattern wauted. For convenience, write your order on the following coupon: . . . . . No 5919. SIZI NAME ADDRESS.. Knew What They Wanted. They were from the rural section, and the bill of fare seemed like a Chinese puzzle to them. "We have some nice stewed terrapin," suggested the waiter, who was getting impatient. "Not any," said the granger. "Fetch us some roast turkey, fried oysters, ice crram an' pie. This is our wed. din' tower, an they ain't goln' t' bo no biled ner stew'd dinners fer us till we git back home, by grass!" Chicago Daily News. fall. IUbhnns have fallen a little Into neglect the last few years, but this season many of the most fashionable hats are decorated with large bows as well as with Imitation flowers and plumes fashioned from ribbon. Blouses, tea jackets, tea. gowns and even evening wraps will be made of ribbon joined together In various ways, either by lace insertion and narrow embroideries, or where striped or figured ribbon is used, by braids of silk to match the leading color. This Is also used in the lining. Long scarfs for evening wear will also ba made of ribbons, these being Invariably linked together by lace and many being finished at the ends by a laca frill. OMi HAT'S jinxc. Rrenkfatt. Pears, Cereal. Corn Croquettes. Coffee. Rolls. I.unehron. Consomme. Cold Roast Beef. Real Fluff. Baked Apple and Cream. Tea. Dinner. Roast Chicken. Green Corn. Squash. French Fries. Sliced Tomatoes. Date Oatmeal Pudding. Coffee. Urn n Fluff. Cover one pint of Lima beans with two quarts of water; add one teaspoon salt and simmer till tender. When they are soft, drain them and press through a colander. Add, while hot, one tablespoon of butter, one-half teaspoon salt and a dash of pepper. Beat till light and stir In two tablespoons cream Cr milk. Now fold In beaten whites of two eggs, turn Into baking dish and bike one-half hour in moderately fjuick oven. Date Pudding. A very healthful and nutrious dessert Is prepared by lining a quart mold with stoned dates, then turn Into It a quart of warm cooked oatmeal. Turn out of mold on a pretty plate, serve In slices with whipped cream. Chop uff. Cut a chicken into bits, stripping all the meat from the bones, and fry until brown but not hard or crisp. Now put into the frying pan with the chicken a large onion, eiiced, and cook for three minutes before adding a handful of chopped mushrooms which have been soaked in water for ten minutes. Pour in enough Chinese sauce to make the ingredients brown then add water and stew for fifteen minutes. Stir In a stalk of celery, dices, and six Chinese potatoes. Thicken with a little floured water and cook till gravy is thick and smooth. Serve with rice, boiled till nearly done, then drained and steamed.

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