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! The C Rose-Colored Hat By JEROME SPRAGUE (Copyright, igjr. by Associated Literary Press) * “I simply can’t go,” said Justine, despairingly, “I haven’t any hat.” “I think you are very silly,” said her best friend, Lucile Goodman. Justine stabbed a needle into the hat she was trimming, viciously. “It seems the irony of fate,” she said, “that there are hats everywhere and I haven’t one to wear. If I had had time I’d have trimmed up one of my old ones, but they’ll keep us here until nearly theater time.” “If you only dared,” Lucile began, and stopped. She was trimming a rose-colored felt hat. “It is a dream,” Lucile said, and ran over and put it on Justine’s head. It came well down over the eyes, showing only little tendrils of curly * hair about her ears. “Look at yourself in the glass,” Lucile commanded. Justine looked. “Why, Lucile Goodman, it makes me perfectly beautiful.” Lucile nodded. “Why can’t you ?” she tempted. Justine wavered. The reflection in the mirror showed her a radiant vision. “I could wear that little black net dress of mine,” she said, '‘and with this hat it would be a dream.” “Well, you take my advice and it.” Lucile "was emphatic. “You may never have such aonther chance in your life.” That night as Justine sat beside her lover at a little table in a cor- * I) (iIX , II ))( ''/■J f * / ' / /1 \ “You Darling,” He Said. ner of the big dining room, all rosy with candle light, she was a thing at beauty. ’ But Archie did not comment on the hat. Usually he had nice things to say about what she wore, and she missed his commendation. At last she ventured to draw him out. “Do you like it?” she asked. He was studying the supper card. '‘What ?” he asked vaguely. “My hat.” * “Yes,” he said, and hesitated.. Then he dropped the subject and asked her if it should be birds or lobster. Justine felt a distinct sense of disappointment. She had violated her sense of right in wearing the hat, and she felt unless it had made the impression she had wished to create that all her worry had been useless. It seemed to her as they ate their supper that Archie was not his usual genial self. He had nothing much to say, and all of her chatter brought little response. Then all at once Justine started and stared. At the other end of the room a group of four people had entered. Justine felt a sense of panic as she recognized madame, the milliner who employed her. , Archie saw the consternation in her face. “What is it ?” he demand’d. > > “It is §o warm in here,” Justine said. He looked at her in surprise. “D thought you’d like to stay and to the music.” ; “I would rather go,” she said, hur- . riedly, and as they started out she went ahead and led him through a side door, thus avoiding the main entrance. When they were out in the street her confidence came back, “Oh, it’s lovely here,” she said, [‘the yp is bo faggh, >

bus and ride up Riverside, Archie.” He acquiesced. They had a front ; seat, and, as the wind was blowing strongly, Justine took off her hat and put it in her lap. Archie looked down at it. “It is a pretty handsome piece of headgear, Justine,” he said. “And becoming, don’t yoy. think ?” ' Justine asked, archly. | “Yes,” he said, slowly, “but—but ! somehow I don’t like to see you in it, Justine.” “Why not?” she faltered, and the red flamed into her cheeks. She wondered if Archie knew that she was wearing borrowed plumes. “Oh, I’m afraid you’re too pretty in it,” he parried. “It seems as if the old one fits in more with me, and the things I can do for you, Justine.” She looked at him in wonder. “Why I should think you’d like to have me look nice,” she said. “I do,” he said. As they sped along the fresh breeze brought rain with it, and suddenly Justine uttered a little cry of terror. “Oh,” she said, “it is raining, and I’m afraid 7 my hat will be ruined; we must go inside, Archie.” But they could not go inside, for it happened that the theater crowds had filled the omnibus, and there was no room for them. To get off meant to'stand in the street, and in either instance the hat would suffer. But Justine made Archie stop the bus, and they descended. Then she stood under the archway of one of the big apartment houses. “You’ll have to get a cab for me,” she said. “I’m awfully sorry, but I can’t spoil this hat.” She saw his look of disapproval, and suddenly she burst out with her confession. “Oh. it isn’t my hat, Archie,” she wailed. “I borrowed it tonight at the store, and if anything happens to it I don’t know what I’ll do.” She saw Archie’s face brighten and his good smile shine out. “You silly little Justine,” he said, “did you borrow that hat on my account ?” “Yes,” she said, “I wanted to look pretty when I went with you.” “And I have been feeling all the evening,” he told her, “that I mustn’t tell you how much I cared for you; mustn’t ask you to marry me, because I felt that I could never give you the pretty things you craved. I knew the hat must have cost a lot of money, and I felt that you wanted such things and I had no right to ask you to be the wife of a poor man.” “Oh,” Justine gasped, “I never thought of that, Archie. And T don’t really mind being poor if you don’t mind seeing me shabby.” In the dim archway he caught her in his arms. “You darling,” he said, “I’d love you if you never wore a hat.” He went to the corner and tele* phoned for a cab. “You mustn’t get into trouble,” he said, “and you mustn’t spoil the hat.” In spite of her raptures Justine’s conscience troubled her. “I feel as if I’d done a very wicked thing, Archie,” she said. “Madame would never forgive me if she knew.” “I believe she would,” Archie told her. “And anyhow I believe you’ll feel better if you go and tell her, and if she fires you we’ll get married on the spot, and then I can take care of you for the rest of your life, J ustine.” It was such a tempestuous wooing that it almpst took Justine’s breath away. “But I haven’t anything to be married in,” she said. “Wear that white dress you had in the summer,” Archie said, “the me you wore the first night I took you out. 'I fell in love with you then, and I have been in love ever since.” The next morning 'Justine went on a mysterious errand to madame’s inner sanctum. ( She came out with her eyes sparkling. “Lucile,” she said to her dearest friend, “madame is a darling. Do you know I told her all about my wearing the hat.” “Why, you never dared!” Lucile exclaimed. “I did,” Justine said, “and I told her why. I told her that I wanted to please Archie, and that I saw her there, and that then I realized what an awful thing I had done, and she seemed positively human, She listened and asked me about Archie, and I told her I was going to marry him, and then what do you think happened, Lucile?” “I don’t know,” said Lucile breathlessly. “She is going to give me the hat for a wedding present”

TEST OF REAL EDUCATION Questions Which a University Professor Wishes His Pupils to Answer in the Affirmative. A professor in the University of Chicago told his pupils that he should consider them educated when they could say yes to every one of the questions that he should put to them. Here are the questions: Has education given you sympathy with all good causes and made you espouse them? Has it made you public-spirited? Has it made you a brother io the weak ? Have you learned how to make friends and keep them? Do you know what it is to be a friend yourself? Can you look an honest man or a pure woman in the eye? Oo you see anything to love in a little child ? Will a lonely dog follow you in the street ? Can you be high-minded and happy in the meaner drudgeries of life? Do you think washing dishes and hoeing corn just as compatible with high thinking as piano-playing or golf? Are you good for anything to yourself? Can you be happy alone? Can you look out on the world and see anything except dollars and cents ? Can you look into a mud puddle by the wayside and see a clear sky? Can you see anything in the puddle but mud? Can you look into the sky at night and see beyond the stars? Can your soul claim relationship with the Creator?—Kansas City Star. EASY. ■HPrs A: Her Mother — But daughter, couldn’t you have resisted when Tom kissed you? Her Daughter—Oh! no —Tom said I couldn’t. MAKING HENS LAY. M. Joubert, professor at the agricultural college at Fontainebleau, France, believes that he has discovered a new and simple method of making hens lay. He feeds them with wine in addition to their ordinary fbod. The professor has not allowed his discovery to be made known lightly. He has been experimenting with fowls of all kinds for several years, and finds the same result in every case. In each case he experimented for the four winter months with two sets of twelve fowls of the same breed, adding bread soaked in wine to the food of one of the two sets of twelve. After six separate trials, the wine-fed hens laid more eggs, in the proportion of twenty eggs a month or thereabouts, the professor reports. RELIC OF “BOBBY” BURNS. The trustees of Burns Cottage and Monument have purchased and placed in the museum at Burns Monument at Alloway the cairngorm brooch presented by the Dumfries Volunteers to Burns, and an old wooden snuff box, which it is believed belonged to the poet. These articles were given by Mrs. Burns to Miss Grace Haugh, who, with her parents, for many years resided in a house adjoining that occupied by Burns at his death. Miss Haugh gave these relics to her nephew, William Pearce, and they have now been acquired by the trustees from his daughter, Mrs. S. R. Hunter, Winnipeg, Canada. —London Globe. | THAT’S WHY. Patience—He promised to take me out for an automobile ride and he came around today to say that he could not. Patrice—Did he seem embarrassed? “Yes; I guess that was the trouble. He seemed financially embar-

KEEPING THE ROOSTER QUIET ChantiolMr Will Not Crow Unless He Can Raise Head High in Air. .A grave question has been raised in Atlantic. It concerns a rooster owned by one William Mclnnes, and the right of that rooster to crow unrestrained ; also, the right of Mr. McInnes to own and operate such a crowing apparatus to the annoyance of his neighbors. Mayor Shea of Quincy has been petitioned to abate the rooster. Now, we do not know the law on the case. We are not certain that the constitution of the United States and the decisions of the Supreme court of either the state or nation provide* adequate redress. We do know, however, that this same momentous question recently came to an issue in Chicago, under similar circumstances, and that it was disposed of amicably through a device proposed by a Chicago man skilled in the anatomy and psychology of roosters. A rooster cannot or will not crow without raising his head high in the air. If you prevent him from stretching his neck, you suppress his crow. All you have to do, therefore, to keep him quiet, is to make his coop low enough so that, whenever he feels a crow swelling his bosom and clamoring for utterance, he bumps his head. After a few bumps, he may even give up in despair, and lose all desire to crow, even if liberated. —Boston Traveller. FRENCHMAN’S TASTE IN DRESS Hie Supposed Imitations of the English Styles Are Fearful and Wonderful to Behold. The rage for everything English still seems to continue in Paris, though the Frenchman who sets out to dress himself a I’Anglais as a rule makes but a poor show for his trouble. His “fancy vests” are usually fearful as well as wonderful, his tie decidedly more original than beautiful and adorned with something quite barbaric in the shape of a pin, his canary colored gloves and absurd cane such as no Englishman would dream of “sporting” in his wildest moments. The Frenchman has, I fear, innately bad taste where dress is concerned, just as the French woman teats her English and even American sisters all along the line when the question of taste in dress comes in. I The PariSienne follows the fashion of being English in such matters as “Le Sports” and “Le five o’clock,” but she takes good care to set her own fashions in dress and to keep to them. Mimsieur, on the other hand, would give anything to be dressed a I’Anglais and to be mistaken for an Englishman, but knows not how to manage it.—The -Gentlewoman. TEST ELECTRICAL DISCHARGE. Some novel effects of electrical* discharge have been recorded by De Muynck, a Belgian physician. A platinum wire was stretched over supports about twenty-two inches apart, and the end was brought near the spark ball of a battery of four jars, charged from a Holtz induction machine. The wire was heated, other electric currents being suitable for this. /When quite hot, increasing the spark gap until no spark crossed it caused the wire to give out a musical note and at the same time to sway in oscillations of half an inch or more. The cold wire did no? oscillate. The sound varied with the temperature, and with other conditions not well understood. SQUID'S DEFENSIVE ARM. Ancient ink was made by a squeezing out of dead squids after the body was perfectly relaxed. Painters got their sepia from this same squid’s bottle. This likewise is the true source of the genuine and original India ink, for which there has never been any satisfactory substitute found. The ink bag is big as a man’s thumb, and can squirt six feet, darkening more than a hogshead of water, so the squid can make unseen a dart and a dash and getaway when squid-eating sea fish come around.— New York Press. RATHER THIN. ' “I disdain to answer you, sir. I Irape myself in my dignity.” “I say, aren’t you afraid of catching cold, old chap? The evenings are getting a bit fresh, you know.”— :

WIVES HANDLE THE MONEY Custom Started by a Professor In a Western University 1 Spreads Through Entire Faculty. • If a woman likes the handling of her husband’a money she ought to be married to a college professor. In a western university town one of the faculty, a few years ago, being absorbed in his scientific duties, began the practice of handing over to his wife his entire salary and whatever other moneys came to him from his writings, etc., and she did all the buying for the establishment, including the professor’s wearing apparel and even books and pen points. He simply mentioned his wants, in case she had not anticipated them, and wifey did the rest, allowing him whatever pocket money he needed from time to timft. The practice was so successful that both husband and wife sounded its praises on occasions, and the custom spread at that university. It has now grown to such an extent that a professor in that institution would blush to be caught buying himself a scarf or selecting the material for his shirts. 'Statistics do not know’ whether there are any unmarried professors on the list and no further information will be furnished on application. This precautionary measure is deemed necessary for the protection of the town, as it is not large and the boarding facilities are not sufficient to accommodate a sudden influx of the financial MAGAZINES OF FORMER DAYS Editor Phillips Asserts That to Read Them Now With Interest Is Impossible. There had been some conversation of magazines. Some one had breathed the usual sigh for the excellence of by-gone days. And John S. Phillips, editor of the American Magazine, entered an argument of defense. “A good deal of this talk about the good old days of Longfellow makes me tired,” he said. “Have you ever tried to read the magazines of the days of Longfellow?” .“You haven’t ? Well, I have. And I couldn’t do it. “Take the Atlantic Monthly, for Instance, in the days when Longfellow and Lowell and the others were writing - for it. The contributions of Longfellow and Lowell were excellent. “But you simply couldn’t wade through 75 per cent, of the contents of those old Atlantics. They’d bore you to extinction. / “The old magazines were bound up in the interests of the old days —they reflected the times in which they were published. That is precisely what the magazines do now. That’s what magazines have to do. On the whole, the publications of the last century weren’t a bit better than the publications of today. “If you have any doubts on the subject, just you try to read them. Try hard. You won’t succeed!” HARMONICA INDUSTRY. Trossingen, in the Black forest of Germany, is the center of the foreign harmonica industry, where most of the world’s “mouth organs” of the cheaper grade are made. One factory alone is said to employ several thousand hands; and the number of harmonicas turned out by all the factories there is enormous, amounting io almost a million annually. AL though the United States imports a large number of the cheap German ‘mouth organs,” the finer grades are tnade in this country, and these are Held to be equal in every way to the oaore expensive instruments made tbroad. CHECK TELEPHONE ABUSE. The telephone in a downtown ofice where there are many visitors laily, some of whom never have any real business to transact there, has become an expensive luxury. Hints thrown out by the office manager seemed to have no effect on the snipes,” as they are termed, and in order to stop the ibuse this notice was posted over the instrument: “City calls free to cus:omers and others who can’t afford :o pay five cents.” —New York Tribme. <• VERY LOW. Dolan—l see th’ doctor at Raffery’s. Annybody sick ? Kelly—Rafferty is. His .wife’s j MuL-twins again!—Puck; i

COMMON MAN BEST GUARD ——— Actress Harassed by Many, Perils Finds Him Most Sympathetic and Respectful. It is a curious paradox that the calling of an actress thrusts her into oeculiar dangers and at the same ;ime operates to prevent her getting protection against those very perils. It is this way. She must necessarily ?o upon the street, often unescorted, at imseemly hours. If she be accosted, and appeal to the policeman on the beat, she will too frequently find that, through brutal ignorance and oigotry, he will refuse an actress the protection he would immediately afford another woman. It is better to appeal to almost any man than to a policeman. But, of all protectors, a woman should select the common man. I started out with the idea that the man with the rough face and shabby clothes would be less respectful and courteous than the well-dressed man. In knocking about the country I have had, from time to time, to ask strange men.for information, for favors, for help, and sometimes protection. 1 have found that by all odds the most sympathetic and helpful and respectful men were the roughlooking ones. If, in a dilemma, I had to choose between the two types, even if it were only a question of which would take the more trouble, I should be sure to go to the common man.—From an article in McClure’s Magazine. ; • AIR CAPTAIN OF KOPENICK Wined, Dined and Staked by Good People of Calais, He Fails to Keep Promise. Apropos of the great race, an amusing incident occurred at Calais. The town was agog with excitement, and. preparations were being pushed forward at white heat for the reception of the competitors in the Circuit European. Just at this Just at this juncture a man clad in full aviation costume walked into the town. He appeared footsore and exhausted and told a moving tale of having been obliged to abandon his aeroplane* in a lonely meadow, some miles away, owing to a short supply of petrol. Calais at once formed itself into a committee and gave the man an<ovation. He was wined, dined and photographed in all positions. When at last he mentioned having forgotten to bring his pocketbook away from his aeroplane the committee, with tears in its eyes, hastily took up a collection, which they forced upon him. i He left on a midnight train, promising to fly into town on the morrow in all the glory of restored plumage. Unfortunately, he has never made good, and a chastened committee were forced to divide the expense of a premature reception.—Minneapolis Bellman. THE WRONG COOK. A wealthy man has a favorite mare named The Cook, apropos of which the following incident recently occurred: Owner (to groom, who appears with his arm in a sling and his face covered with sticking plaster and scratches) —Good heavens, Bates! What’s the matter ? Bates —It’s all on, account of your lordship’s orders. You says to me last night as ’ow “The Cook’s” girths was too tight and you gave me orders to loosen ’em, wash’er down, currycomb ’er and put ’er in the loose box. Cook, wot’s indoors, overheard you, and, as she don’t know the name of the ’osses, tuk it personal and went for me sudden-like—and —er —well, look at me. GET CLOSE TO NATURE. Mayor Gaynor of New York has this to say about walking: “Observe nature. When you come to a barnyard go in and see the pigs and fowls and the cows. Climb a fence now and then and go into the fields and look at the crops or the cattle. I know of no place where there is rifore philosophy than in a barnyard. You can learn much from animals. Within their circle they know much more than we do.” PREMIER'S SON WINS HONOR. Cyril Asquith, the younger son of the British prime minister, has been awarded the Hertford scholarship, a university prize for Latin, tenable for one year. It amounts to $2lO. This scholarship is regarded as the blue ribbon of the classical school at Oxford.

HABITS OF THE SEMINOLES Indians of Florida Live in Open Houses—Calico Shirt and Derby Hat Their Costume. The Seminole Indians of Florida sit, eat and sleep on platforms raised about three feet from the ground under the roofs of their open houses. In each village the houses are so arranged as to leave an open space in the middle of the camp, and in the center of this is a cooking house. Here food is constantly kept on the fire, for there are no hard and fast meal hours. They go about dressed in native costume. The men wear, on ordinary occasions, merely a shyrt of gayly colored calico. To this they add, whenever they can obtain one, a derby hat and new bandana handkerchiefs around neck. This is their ordinary dress. On gala occasions they wear a turban, made of a shawl held together by a band of hammered silver, and sport an aigrette or an ostrich feather, beautiful woven bead belts with symbolic designs, leggings ind moccasins of buckskin and a gorgeous calico coat. The use of buckskin upper garments has long since oeen discontinued on account of the heat; the leggings and moccasins have survived, but are no longer worn about the pamps, for they would soon become wet and useless. The women are more fully clad than the men. Their costume consists of 4 shirt and a sleeved cape of calico. About their necks they wear enormous masses of beads, from the strings of which they often hang silver coins. Many of the women wear brooches or bangles beaten from siL ver coins by the native smiths. Like most Indians, the_ Seminoles do not ?are for gold in any form. RATHER EXPECTED IT - The Doctor—Your wife has water on the brain. Colonel Soak—-Well, I’m not surprised. She’s been trying to get me to, swear off for the last three years* ECCENTRIC POET. —-■■T" — Queer stories are told of the most unusual methods of work and caprices of Gerard de Nerval, the French poet. He followed inspiration literally, scribbled a line upon an omnibus, a couplet upon the parapet of Pont Neuf, in taverns,; boudoirs and greenrooms. His long-; est sustained effort would be teji lines. His manuscript consisted of meh strips held together by wafers. Once he entered the garden of the Palais Royal leading a lobster on a olue ribbon. His friends remonstrated. “Why,” said De Nerval, ‘why is a lobster worse than a dog jr a cat or a gazelle or a lion or any jther beast that people have follow ’hem about ? I adm ire lobsters; they have poise, they are serious, they enow the secrets of the sea, they ion’t bark.” • ; r • FEMALE INDEPENDENCE. i The day of the woman is certainly it hand and she does about as she jleases and can go wherever she wants to on the face of the eartK Phis was illustrated recently by Miss Elizabeth Kendall, professor of his;ory at Wellesley college, who completed a year of travel without any :ompanion of,her own sex. Beginling on the Dalmatian coast, she went to Turkey and India, by sga to. Canton and across China to Tibet. v She is now in Peking and will cross Mongolia by the caravan route ffirough the Gobi desert to the TransSiberian railway near Lake Baikal ind return* to America byway of Europe. ; j ORIGINAL “MISS LIBERTY* ; Miss Anna Willis Williams, the original “Miss Liberty,” whose protile adorns the silver dollar, has been for the last 12 years at the head of ;he kindergarten system of Philaddphia. het jutive city. x