Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 159, Hammond, Lake County, 23 December 1907 — Page 3

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4 t v oman By ELEANOR. GATES. Author of "The Biography of Prairie Girl." Copyright, 1'JOC. bu McClurt, Phillips & f t f . .t. (Continued.) Into the coulee slid th xnpon, Its Ion- tongue in the air, the loose tugs hitting the initfes in the baek When the tear had scrambled up the farther Eide Dallas put them to a troi by a fiick of the blac-ksnake. Then, she bent forward over the dashboard, her eyes fixed ea;;erly on that distant brown blotch at the eastern ridge top. But Marylyn as they dr?v away leaked regretfully backward to where a clump of tall eotton woods, shaking their heart shaped leaves in the wind, dappled a flower studded stretch below the coulee mouth. Roil by rod the mules cllmled the gently sloping prairie. The morning was perfect and belied in its beaut" even a suggestion of lurking harm. The air, crystal clear and exhilarating, brought far things magically near to the eye. On every hand shimmered the springing grass, now a pale emerald with the wind brushing it, again iu the still places a darker green and yet flgaiu under the ravine's fringing willows, where the deer nibbled, a cool black. Out of It the meadow larks showed their good luck waistcoats and rippled their tunes. Out of it countless wild roses smiled up plnkly to the sun. But all the loveliness of tha new day only mocked at the lonely girls in the wagon. To them the gray sands of their desert home, the blistering "northers," the brassy skies, were un consciously synonymous of safety and peace. More than once as they pressed on the old, red painted section house rose before them, a very haven. Behind, the squat shack was gradually lessening in size. A jutting corner had already shut from view Its crippled sentry. There was little conversation. Marylyn for a time could not dismiss the subject that had confronted her at the start. Finally, however, she put it aside Impatiently and let herself drift on a pleasant current. And Dallasher thoughts were also harried, for as her home dropped mile by mile in the distance and she was forced to meet the question of what she would say and do when she arrived at Clark'a her feelings underwent a marvelous change. It had len easy enough in the excitement following her discovery ts.iriJi -inplate a meeting with Louns r!ir-,..)i' But that excitement Imrlnr d not a little the Men nf r.pslnc i n t of talking to him mounted iu In'oyt'-onal importance. She saw herself driving up before his store or standing just within as she related her story. She saw his face, the blue eyes, full of fun and she had not met him since that evening! Her heart began to thump with the picturing. Its poundings playing up to her throat and down again. Want of food was giving her a sensation of weakness and sinking. But this seemed also to be the result of mental and not physical suffering. She was torn by a desire to retreat. Then darted through her mind the remembrance of Marylyn's midnight confidence. It was a blow on a wound. She glanced at her sister entreatingly. And what she fancied she read In the other's eyes Instantly altered the desire to turn made her send the mules forward at a better pace. Marylyn was sitting stiffly upright, bracing herself with her hands. Her head was up, her look was eager and fixed. There was a smile on her parted lips. "She's happy about seeing him," thought Pallas and was overwhelmed by a sense of her own guilt. A diversion soon came in a horrid guise. The road touched the coulee again, bringing close the giant cottonwoods, where the Sioux dead were lashed, and the girls, glancing toward the trees, suddenly caught a glimpse of Jong, wrapped bodies. Marylyn edged toward her sister. "Oh. I hope it'll be light when we get here coming back," she whispered, fh udder ing. "We won't be alone," answered Dallas reassuringly. The coulee was deep and dark at that point and full of queer shadows. Prom the boughs that cradled the braves came uncanny flutterings as the wind shook loosened scraps of the keepers' covering. The dead seemed to be moving restlessly upon their bier boards and waving aa imploring summons to bo freed of the thongs 'that bound them. Overhead was full cause for fear. Floating on motionless wing, with bare necks craning hungrily, circled black watchers. "They say," whispered Marylvn. watching nervously behind "they say j the Indians are scared to come' rear those trees; never do till one of Vw dies. I don't wonder. It gives me the Shivers just to t-ee that bunch." ; Dallas drew the whip across Betty ! "A dead Indians not dangerous." she Bald, smiling. And forgot to ask Marylyn where she had hoard the tale. ! Six miles were gone. But the wav ! ahead was still long, the brown blotch.! at the ridge top Mas still only a blotch i Ana the team was fast tirim;. Whc exurpnys inroat was reached Dallas j drove out to the loft, watered the ; r i-w-luirsty pair at a siougn and ate with ; Marylyn the lone deferred breaks t After that they went at a better pace for a time. Soon, however, the road became steeper, and Betty slacked up. Tho sun was high now and unpleasantly warm. So the wise old mule merely bumped her back as Dallas applied the feLfiitioggedly refused to increase

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It was noon, when the wagon approached the summit. It did not rest there a moment. Behind was spread out a wonderful landscape. The Missouri threaded it quarreringly; the western bluffs walled its farther edge to the sky. Its eastern boundary was the ridge over which the wagon was rolling. From this undulating line the verdant land slipped down and down and down to the fantastic turnings of the river. But the girls, peering back upon it through a haze that was softly blue, were wholly indifferent to its beauty. They sought and in vain for a remote dot. that might be the shack the shack they had left at the end of that unswerving road. And now they went forward again. The scene on the farther side of the summit was newer than that on the other, but did not rival it. Short coulees had eaten the bluff slopes Into flutings and spilled small rivulets upon the plain. Yet, barring these and a lake that sparkled, a round sapphire, on the right, there was superb uniformity. Not a stream, not a butte, not even a nubbin of rock, varied the view. And not a herd of cattle! To the south moved a score of yellow animals antelope. But these and a village of saucy prairie dogs were the only signs of life. The land dropped away by imperceptible degrees. As imperceptibly it melted Into a mellow sky. Dallas and Marylyn were each intent upon Clark's, lying far ahead and to the left, a dun colored line which seemed scarcely to get nearer as the time went But after an hour their patience was rewarded, when the dun colored line resolved itself into two and they saw the cow camp a narrow street flanked by low shanties of canvas and board. Again Dallas and Marylyn were absorbed, each with a mental conflict. The younger got fidgety, then petulant and began to complain of thirst. For once the elder girl showed scant sympathy. She was hurriedly planning some new speeches. At the southern end of the camp their destination was made plalu to them by a sign reading "General Merchandise." It was nailed along the hip of a large building that stood midway of the street. Looking to neither side, they made straight for it. hen the team came to a stand before the store the girls saw to their surprise that the door was shut. They waited. A minute passed. No one came out Then Dallas climbed down and knocked. There was no answer. She waited again. Finally she tried the knob. It resisted her effort. From within came the rattle of a chain. "It's locked." She went back to Marylyn. The two looked at each other. Over the younger's face swept a flush of relief. But Dallas had forgotten her dread of seeing Lounsbury in a keen disappointment at finding him gone. She glanced anxiously up and down the street. It was deserted and still. Dallas climbed back to the seat. "Mavbe he's at the fort," she said encouragingly. "We'll drive home quick. There's a lot of It downhill." She clucked to the team. At that moment the door of a nearby shanty opened. A man came out, waving a letter. "Say, hello!" he bawled. "Don't you want your mail?" Dallas checked the mules. "I got a letter for you," he went on. It was Al Braden of Sioux Falls. Dallas gave Marylyn the reins and reached for the letter, noting that the real estate man did not doff the floppy hat or make any swinging bows. "A letter?" "Yep, from Lounsbury. I told him I was going to lope back down to the bend but I didn't." lie snickered. "Where's he gone?" she asked, slitting the envelope with shaking hand. "Dunno," answered Braden. He was leaning on a wheel now, surveying Beu and Betty with a critical and somewhat disdainful eye, for each was hanging upon three legs to reat a fourth. Presently he glanced up at Marylyn. and his eye lit impudently. "Dunno," he repeated. "You're his girl. You ought to know." But Dallas did not hear him. She was scanning a page closely written and addressed to herself. "A telegram has come calling me home ran the letter. It says my mother is ill 'seriously ill' and" I am afraid it's put that way to hide something worse. It Is the only thing that could take me out of Dakota now. But I am not leaving you unprotected. Before I left Brannon I arranged to have Matthews watched every hour of the day and night. And he is the only thing that might make you trouble, for if the Indians get rusty I know Oliver will insist on bringing you in. Still, I shall worry terribly till I get back. I wish I could write all I would like to. But it would be what I have already told you you will understand." Thus it ended. Dallas thrust it into the pocket of her skirt, took the reins and lifted the blacksnake. Ben saw the threatening movement from behind his bridle blinds. lie sprang forward. The wheel rolled from under Bradeu's elbow. "Well, I'll be d d!" he growled. Ain't you going to say ta-ta?" He strode along at the tailboard, smirking up at the two in an attempt to be friendly. "Maybe you'd like company going home," he said. "Lonely trip for girls, 'specially when they ain't got a gun." He gave Marylyn a bold wink. 'Thank you," replied Dallas shortly. "We don't want company and we have got a gun." She lifted the pistol from the seat. Braden fell behind. "Stop and drink some beer anyway," he called. "Got some la here. You mustn't be mad at me because Johnnie's mamma sent for him. Come on back." To this no answer was made. Dallas save the team a few smart cuts. The wagoa rumbled out of the street

reaching Clarie s. a en minutes had been wasted there. Another five would be passed at the first clear water. But allowing for the team's faster gait when they were headed for home and for twelve miles of down grade, they should not take more than four hours to reach the bend. Twilight would be settling then. Dallas figured the return thus but it was soon plain to her that sunset would find them miles from the shack. Poor feed, with the plowing and the harrowing, had thinned the mules. After tne first spurt they paid no heed to the whip and fairly crawled. Marylyn, tired, gave way to passionate complaining. Dallas folded a blanket in the bottom of the wagon and coaxed her sister to lie down upon it, her face shielded by the seat. To further dishearten the elder girl Bea and Betty showed signs of sore footedifess. Guided out upon the grass they traveled better. It took three precious hours to gain the summit. The afternoon was then far gone. Across the wide valley dark clouds were piling upon the western range. They added to Its height and augured the day's early closing. When the Throat gaped alongside, the fleecy horizon had rolled still higher, and beneath it the settig sun showed through like a harvest moon, blood red. Swiftly the day withdrew and the stars came out. Then the breeze lulled and a mist rose from the coulee's wooded bottom. From It came the tremulous call of an owl. Dallas slipped to her feet and wielded the blacksnake vigorously. The mules shot forward for a wagon length. The sudden jolt awakened Marylyn. She got to her knees and there were the cottonwoods with the laden toughs! "Spunky little sister," encouraged the elder girl and helped the other to the seat. The road was so dark now that it took on the aspect of a standing man, who was no sooner overridden than he rose again in the lead. This was a beginning for all manner of fears. Dallas fought her own. But she could not conquer them, for they enlarged enormously and changed to a premonition that ran riot. Listening and watching, she had suffered the previous night. Yet that suf

fering was nothing compared to the agony that stole into her heart and hold it till she forgot Marylyn's presence. She seemed to see a figure skulking through the dusk about the shack. It entered the lean-to and crouched in hiding. She saw It come forth again, keeping close to the logs, lis eyes shone In the dark. ner father was beside the door, where she had left him. He was gazing straight ahead, as if he expected the enemy to approach only from the front, as if he had no thought of treachery. His figure was relaxed wearily. His face was drawn. But his eyes like the other's were strangely luminous. Ah, the figure was creeping toward him noiselessly step by step! "Go In! Go in, daddy!" The cry was torn from her, though she strove to keep It back. The strain of the past night and day- was telling. Frantically she begged Ben and Betty to hasten. Knowing home was not far, they obeyed her voice and presently were setting back in their collars to block the descent of the wagon, were splashing through the backwater at the coulee crossing and jerking their load out upon the level. Eastward the shack stood out dimly in the starlight. They made for it at a trot. But all at once they stopped and began stepping this way and that as if ready to leap the tongue. Dallas and Marylyn recoiled, forsaking the seat for the shelter of the box. There was a moment's wait in a still ness as vast as the prairie. The mules, sidled to the left shifted their long ears nervously. The girls listened, tha younger shielded by the elder's arms. Then across the bend from the de serted houses of Shanty Town sounded the long, soul chining howl of a dosr. CHAPTER XXIV. A 1 BROKEN crutch lying close to the shack on the river side, a blood bespattered pane in the window just atove, a rifle bail imbedded deep at a gun's length beyond the pane these were the traces that on the following morning gave an inkling of a deadly clash. Squaw Charley found them when the day was yet so young that no human eyes save those of an Indian could have used its scanty light. Four raps upon the warped door had brought no answer. Loudly repeated, they had set the wooden latch to shaking lonesomcly. Mistrustful, he had entered and groped about the dark room. Table and benches were in Tlace. The blankets hung before the bunk. To one side, rolled up neatly, was the mat-tress upon which Dallas and Marylyn slept But nothing else met his expectant hand and foot Next he had visited the lean-to, where he felt his way carefully from stall to stall, discovering no occupant. Then he had gone out to pry around the yard and lit upon the marks that told of the struggle. The absence of the wagon was a clew. He stole along the outgoing tracks, between which small, circular and clearly stamped, were the hoof prints of two mules. Near the coulee crossing the tracks ran into others and fresher ones that diverged sharply into the corn. The hoof prints between these pointed eastward. He forsook the outgoing and turned back acres- the field. At first the course of the wagon puzzled. After veering north until the canyon yawned the team had made along the brink, keeping perilously near it Farther on, at the upper end

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ruptly changed. The mules had swung out to the right upon the open prairie, traveling straight for the middle of the gap. So far they had gone at a furious gallop. Now, however, they slowed to a walk, when the course no longer puzzled. To and fro it wended, this way for a few feet, then the other -proof that Ben and Betty had fed. Squaw Charley halted. The horizon was faintly yellow. Upon it was a moving object, which presently took the clearer form of a wagon and span. He set off, his loose hair whipping at his back. The team was also traveling rapidly. Behind was a reddish follower that lowed in protest of the speed. When the mules came by Dallas was standing at the dashboard plying the lash. Her face was ashen, her eyes He stole along the outgoing rraci. were hollow. She did not see the Indian, for her gaze was upon the shack. He swung himself into the rattling box. There lay Marylyn, still in the grasp of the stupor that had bound them brain and body through the night Before the mules brought up at the lean-to Dallas was over a wheel and tottering in quest of her father. Out of the shack as she searched it sounded her plaintive cry: "Daddy, daddy, where are you? Oh, daddy, daddy, come back!" Squaw Charley, bringing Marylyn in, found the elder girl kneeling behind the partition, her arms thrown out to grasp the vacant bunk. He put his load down gently; then, unbidden, rushed through the door for Brannon. When Captain Oliver arrived with Fraser, a surgeon and a detachment of mounted men Dallas was seated in the doorway, rocking Marylyn against her breast. She looked up dry eyed as he hurried to her. "What'd they do it for?" she asked him brokenly. "How could they hurt you. dad? Oh, the land wasn't worth it, the land wasn't worth it!" Something to quicken life in Marylyn was the first thought. Then food and drink were given the girls. Meanwhile the troopers were sent out under Fraser to range the bend and beat the coulee. Oliver stayed. But to his questions Dallas, her reason tottering like her steps, could only return others that were heartrending: "He'll come back, won't he? They wouldn't kill him? Oh, you don't think he's dead?" "We'll find him," said the . tain. He was .pitiful in his regret. This tragedy was striking home to him as even the Jamieson frglure had not. Ills long, sad face was more like a walrus' than ever. "Mr. Bond said we'd have good luck here," she went on despairingly. "But there was danger by night, wasn't there? There was danger!" "She's knocked silly." Oliver murmured to the surgeon. "The child doesn't know what she's saying." "You're right Clean blunted," was the answer. "But I'll straighten 'em both out by noon." A long halloo summoned the captain to the door. A group of men were gathered In the swale between the shack and Shanty Town. Fraser was among them. Oliver signaled, and the young officer wheeled and came galloping in. "What is it?" "Old man's gun, discharged, out there in the grass" "Yes?" "And two sets of footprints coming and going across that bit of low ground. One set looks about two days old and was made by boots; other Is newer and made by moccasins."' "Ah!" "There's something strange about. these last Coming this way the marks are so light you can hardly see 'em, going back they're sunk way down." "Carried a load, eh?" "It looks like it." Oliver mounted and they rode off to the swale. Noon was past when the captain called at the shack again. He found the surgeon gone, but his promise fulfilled. Food and medicine had gone far to revive his patients physically. Tears had mercifully combined with returning strength to right their minds. This time the elder girl met Oliver with no incoherence, but with brave quiet All her self command had returned. She asked him in and showed a tender forethought for Marylyn by sending her out Into the sunshine and the garden before she listened to what he had to tell. When he was done she began her 6tory with the finding of the pole. (To be Continued.) I

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DRESS AD ITS EFFECT O.N TEMPEHMEXT. "If I were to write a book." said tho girl In the yellow kimono. "IM call It. Clothes that Have Influenced Mo.' The first charter would be about a lady who visited my mother when I was six years old. .She wore flowered challle wrappers and took little homeopathic sugar-coated pills every tim? the clock struck. Those flowered ehallies figured in my dreams for years afterwards. I pictured myself grown up. with trunks full of them, visiting ladies whose little girls hung around me hi rapt admiration, ready to run for a glass of water and remind me it was time to take another pill." "I'd have a chapter on mourning," replied the other, "1)111 you over see a widow in deep mourning who didn't look the part? She may at heart have no real grief, but she retlects her background of weeds. Put her in some bright colors and see how soon sd:j will begin to cheer up. "It's the same way about a brocaded satin gown. Dressed in one, any woman undergoes a change. She unconsciously assumes a minute attitude toward life." "I used to have a pink rose frock." the Yellcw Kimono said, "that I called my good luck dress. The most wonderful things happened when I wore it. It's tattered and danced to shreds now but even still it looks 'glad' to me. When I had it on life stretched out to me in an endless garden party. It was such a cheerful garment!" "The color, perhaps," the other suggested, "may have something to do with your festival feelings. I have always noticed people like to do things for a girl in a pink frock." Did you ever have a good time in a green frock?" The Purple Kimono shook her head, "Since you mention it." she said, "I don't believe I ever did." WHAT IS FASHIOXAHLE. It is cirrious, but a fact, that there is no fashion today that is unfashionable. For instance, we are wearing a velvet kimono in the evening and a cutaway Louis coat -in tho day time. Both are equally modes of tho moment, you can wear the most jaunty toque tilted on one side, or an enormous picture hat well on the back of the head. You can dress your hair with Greecian curls or severely parted in the Madonna fashion down the middle. You can wear a long tight sleeve, or a full short one; a kilt skirt to clear tho ground, or a long, clinging, snake-like one to trail on it. The best fashion shows a tendency toward length of outline and absence of frou-frou. FOH SOILED SLIPPERS. There is no need of concern about soiled grey suede slippers. They can be easily cleaned with pure ammonia. Pour some out In a saucer and rub on the slippers with a flannel rag. Use several saucerfuls, till the last one comes out clear after using it on the slippers. Brush up the nap of the kid with a whuk broom. DRESS FOU BUSINESS. In the matter of dress tho business and professional woman Ls. coming to he a law unto herself. It is not at all an unusual thing to see chaste coiffures and plain white tailored shirt waists, such as sit before a desk all day, sprinkled here and there among the rainbow-tinted butterflies of lace and spangles in the floor of the theater. Women who, for one reason or another, must go directly from business to pleasure, don't worry themselves unduly over the Impossibility of evening dress, and they appear to have as good a time as anybody. DAINTY FIX CUSHIONS. With pin cushions in front of us, pin cushions back of us, also to the right of us, it seems like the old question, "What becomes of the pins?" A dainty little cushion to carry in the la-rge purses and bags now in use can be made from two heart shaped pieces of cardboard, covered with silk of any color, or satin ribbons, using a small bit of cotton on board first. Then whip edges together, putting a small bow at top. Stick pins around edge, letting them alternate in colors and also in length, the heads extending from cushion. YELLOW BECOMING. Women are at last awakening to the fact that yellow is a remarkable color. It Is unusually becoming. It Is a wellspring of youth, and it Is the most charming of all hues for evening wear. Of course, not all of Its shades suit every woman, but each one may by testing find at least one shade of yellow which will tone in with her skin, bring out the lights in her hair, fill in the hollows of her cheeks, and give her a suggestion of youth and health beyond what she really possesses. BRIGHT COLORS. While as usual the great demand Is for pale colors in evening coats, the liking for bright colors, such as cerise and coral, leaf greens, lilacs and yel lows, as well as for blacks made dressy by high colored linings and oriental embroideries, is very markedly exemplified in the costumes of many. The pale and neutral colo are given more character by bands and other touches of black velvet or strongly contrasting trimmings, while In many of even the most delicately colored wraps the lining Is apt to be In contrasting color, often much darker in tone than the outer mate-rial. A FEAV CHRISTMAS SUGGESTIONS. Christmas Pudding One cup of solid suet chopped fine. To this add one cup best molasses and one cup sweet milk. One teaapoonful cinnamon, one-half teaspoon cloves. Sift one level teasooon soda through three cups sifted

flour, using a little of the flour to dredge one cup seeded raisins and one cup currants, pinch salt. Steam well for three hours. Sauce Beat one cup pulverized sugar and one-half (scant) cup butter to a cream; add one cup milk slowly, lemon extract. Set in a bowl on top of teakettle and stir till white and creamy. St-rve when dissolved.

SA I.TIN tl ' ITS FOR CHRISTMAS. Shell one pound of almonds; cover with boiling water; let stand five minutes; remove the skins and dry thoroughly. Put In a large pan a small piece of butter, and when melted turn in the almonds, stirring rapidly until every nut is shining with butter. Then sprinkle over them a tablespoonf ul of salt, mixing so that every nut shall be coated. Then put the pan on the bottom of the oven, and let It remain (.shaking and stirring frequently) until the nuts are a light yellowish brown, when they will be crisp and delicious. COOKIXG nice. When boiling rice much of the nutrition of the grain is lost in the water, but It is not wasted if the water drained from it is used in the soup stock. When cooking rice in a generous quantity of water tho grains should be sprinkled Into it by degrees, so as not to stop the water from boiling. In stirring rice use a fork and not a spoon, tossing the grains and not actually stirring, so as to prevent breaking them. A double boiler has the advantage of cooking rice dry and avoids tho necessity of draining it, preserving with the kernels all the nutriment. Put the top grains are apt to bo dryer and receive less steam than the bottom ones and the cooking la uneven. MAKIXK A COLLAR I1AO. Stiff collars means a stiff collar bag for the girl who would keep hers in order. They're good for men, too. To make a dainty one, cut two rounds of pasteboard and cover with flowered silk or linen. Then sew between these two pieces of posteboard a bag of silk or linen about 10 inches In depth and run a casing an inch from the top, with narrow ribbon run through to draw tip the bag. If linen is used a design can be embroidered upon it with the Initials or monogram. PRETTY FOU CHRISTMAS. A' little receptacle for holding handkerchiefs, collars or ribbons is made with four paper nakins. Get a prettywild rose pattern, line two pieces with cotton wadding, loosely whip the pieces on the edge and bind with rose-colored ribbon, making the ribbon the same width on both sides. Take the two square pads and fasten with two bows of rose-colored ribbon on the back so that the pads open like a booklet. Tho folder should be delicately scented with powdered sachet. For Christmas the holly dollies would be pretty, and they could be trimmed with holly ribbons. GOOD FOU MOTHS. Quite as ornamental as they are useful are those little cretonne bags filled with cedar sawdust, which are now used by many housekeepers Instead of the offensive camphor moth balls. One or at most two of these small novelties, by the way, are said to protect a drawer, trunk or chest from those destructive small creatures, moths. LAINDEIUXG EMBROIDERY. Wash hand-embroidered centerpieces separately from all other laundry in an earthen bowl to prevent rust or strains. The water should be fairly hot. There should be pure soap, making plenty of sud6. and wash very quickly. Rub soiled and stained portions between the fingers, but avoid a general hard rubbing. Rinse well in clean water. Lay flat between two towels so that no portion of the embroidery will touch another part, and wring dry by twisting the towel ends. When the piece is dry iron on the wrong side on a soft, clean board, spreading a cloth between the iron and the linen. When Ironing eyelets which are hand-embroidered, the tip of an orange stick stuck in each eyelet will help to keep the shape. This should be done immediately after the ironing is finished. BRAIDS AND EMBROIDERIES. Braiding in every form is a great feature; but do not imagine you will have a smart tailor-made if you buy passementerie by the yard and sew It on' That to which I refer is handdene, and every piece of embroidery is of beautiful workmanship, which does credit alike to the tailor and the wearer. The simplest gown shows evidence of hand-work and good workmanship too, as well as of good cut and style. Fine faced cloths are used for the smartest gowns, though these by no means displace tweeds for sporting occasions and fine, ribbed, manly blue and black serges. FOR ELDERLY WOMEN. Furs and laef-s are the elderly woman's best friends, for they serve to conceal a multitude of shortcomings. Especially is this true of the dark furs, like sable and seal, and the finer handmade laces. In some form or other a bit of lace should always be arranged about the neck that has lost the charm and roundness of youth, for its soften ing influence is almost magical. Soft ness, richness and refinement of taste, these must together form the keynote of the successful gowning of the woman who is growing old, and is not afraid to recognize the truth. FOR TILE DEdUTASTES. There was a time when satin was considered only for the aged. Now even debutantes wear it and It is rar-

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MISSES' OR GIRLS' PAJAMAS. Pattern No. 5922. In this age of physical development the young grirl as well as her brother demands grarments that allow of perfect freedom of motion while exercising. She has begun to appreciate the pood points in her brother's garments and to adapt them for her own. The model shown. r I t',':rM 1 1 kir k J ' T L-f?--J. -i while cut on mannish lines, has yet a touch of femininity about it, and is quite pretty and easy to mak. Madras, outing flannel and silk are all used for the making. For a girl of 12 years four and five-efshths yards of 36-inch material will be required. Girls' or misses' pajamas, straight ar&und or shirred at the wrist and ankles. No. 6922. Sizes for 6, 8, 10, 12, 1! and 16 years. This pattern will be sent to yoti on receipt of 10 cents. Address ail order to the Pattern Depart ment of thia paper. He sure to pfive size and number of pattern wanted. For convenience, writa your order on the following' coupon: 5922. SIZE. NAME ADDRESS. idly growing in favor. An evening gown of white satin will often outwear a chiffon or moussellne three times and it surely does not requlrd tho pressing. The clinging skirt which has become so much a favorite, could not be carried out any more perfectly in material than satin. Satin makes up so beautifully In Itself and surely does not require the skirt trimming. OXB DAY MENU. Hrrokfnsf. Fried Oatmeal and Molasses. Baked Beans. Brown Bread Coffee. Dinner. Lemon Cocktail in Lemon Cups. Roast Mutton Totatoes Baked in Gravy. Fried Sweet Potatoes. Celery. Tapioca Pudding. Coffee. Supper. Cold Mutton. Brown Bread. Toast. Creamed Celery. Chocolate. Quick Date Cake. Lemon Coktnil In I.rmon Cupa. Cut off the round end of lemons until they will stand firmly, then cut off the pointed end about one-quarter of the way down. Empty the lemons and scrape well. Make a strong lemonade, sweetening to taste and adding an equal quantity of grape Juice. Chill thoroughly, nil the cups, adding a litt'a shaved ice, replace the tops and set each lt-mon on a little dolly placed on a Kmcll dish s.'t in the service plate. White graps cut in halves may be added to each cup. tlnlck DtiIp Cake. Two-thirds cup of soft butter, 2 2-3 cups brown sugar, four eggs, one cup milk, 3,i cups flour, one tablespoon milk, 2 'i cups Hour, six level teaspoonfuls baking powd.T, one teaspoonful cinnamon, one tablespoonf ul grated nutmeg, one pound dates, stoned and cut in pis-res. Beat all together for three minutes. Bake in moderate oven one hour. This makes a satisfactory cake if directions are fallowed, but if ingredients are added separately it will fall. Salmon Iuflf. Next time you haven't any idea what to cook for lurch try these salmon pti.Ts, usir.g the canned Hsh, of course: One pound salmon, two eggs, threa tablespoons melted butter, two tablespoons lemon juice, one small cup of bread crumbs, pinch of salt and PTPcr, Stir well and put in cups; steam 23 minutes. Siuce: One tablespoon flour, two tablespoons butter, a shake of celery salt, and salt and pepper; cook and pour over puffs and serve on lettuca leaves. Imom nnsl Oyster. Lemon juice on oysters is not on!y attractive to the palate, but useful as a sanitary precaution in these days when it is Impossible to know- that tho bivalve h.?s net been fattened in infected water. Lemon Juice renders th typhoid germ innocuous. It is said, not only by killing It outright, according: to one authority, but by shrivelling up Its little tall, which Is Its organ of locomotion, so that it cannot get around.

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