a——— - | must be transferred . Have | thinks there's two and two coming There was 2 man at the end of our street, ' she whispered breathlessly. “Of course, FOR AKD ABOUT WOMEN : underwriters 10 have every | to ner from the Morsers, don't You, Sh | manned Caves, He wouldn't ever keep | you must drop that now.” ! — . | share in hand They're ready | pose she'll want it—for the daughter's up his yard decent. He'd always have a He a gesture, as though her say- DAILY ‘THOUGHT. rho | to back out if good excuse—market | sake, at least? However, there's no need ' ash- and rattletrap things around in | ing that were obv superfluous; but | —— RE RE Er gad © A can’t afford delay from | of troubling Ma with it. I'll go ahead 'sight. It used to fret Orrin. He'd get | he did not look up. way he stared | There is no greater philanthropist in the coun- Bellefonte, Pa., November 17, 1911. | 50 uy sat [The last three |and do it—as soon as ever I can find mad and go for Owens, now and | at the table struck her; and then, ab- | iy than the working man who shares his fof of om -— — - words underscored.] I will see to trans- | Floretta—or find that she is not to be then. Seems to me it would be a sort of | ruptly, she saw just what she knew he | bread with his neighborhood. —Mr. Will Crooks WHO LIVETH BEST , fer. Corresponding amount U. P. C. st’k | found.” mean and pitiful thing for me to be a | was seeing—a rough, cubical sheet-iron — 4 stands name for S.” “You're looking for her, then?” Jane ' ash-heap in front of what Orrin built. | box, with the lock broken. She gave a The immin dat a) a : : “The E. M. at the bottom,” Belford ex- Not that I'd care for myself.” | little shiver and stepped noiselessly to his A CSS vars t almost He liveth best who liveth patiently; plained, “means young Morser. Do you “Strapping myself to do it," he i So they gathered what she meant— side. Binousecd Loi shoulder cape are Who hides his joys and takes his bitterness. | C05 Ty, Steele stock in Dutcher’s com- | From the inner coat pocket he an that, not from any personal pride, but | "Do you suppose she told us all?” she | ng, Replaced by smaller Aud wean cach hous with willing eyes 30 see | pany had to be transferred to form the gavelope, which containd # bill that he from a simple-minded, reverent loyalty | said in his ear—*"all that she knew about RR Some deste Being Ordered for 1 he must strive or serve or bear orbless— | trust. Steele was off in the Southwest, to her. It was from a detective to the tradition of her husband as Mino- Floretta—and him?” | Hiatvive are fade Ble 3} soutane of a Reudy, wiche'es it be. sick and unable to do business, as it hap- | agency, for services nas great, successful man, she preferred | “Who knows?" he replied, half absent. A PRES entirely devoid Revers, and tie Who sows his precious seed with careful hand | pened. Dutcher, it’s clear, didn’t care to; The bill t up another ietly to r to her sister's in ly. “What difference? She buries it. Is | ow of novel. double And lays the dreary soil above, and leaves transfer the stock himself without author- | idea. She turned y toward him W him still before Mino- | just as though Ma took the box in her JO buttons rie down cach , com- ‘The buried hoard, knowing his soul has planned | ity. But he did Sit) ad Jet young | with it. “You will make something out na's eye In she full nafuigance of His sus | faithiul, pious. hands and buried it. You ' - ast point in t t. he } Some promised day to walk a fruitful land, |p Bur he Morser the corres- ! of it, then?” cess; trusting to a few discreet friends | see, I've lying to you right along,” oh on the latest Bearing his garnered sheaves. - ponding amount of Universal Plow Cor-| “Incidentally,” he said, laying an arm who knew the facts to give a good ac- he went on, in that toneless and stupid | Sowiis are sia ae Sanding half ] | poration _stock—that's the trust, over her “I can see half a mil- count of her there. She looked at thsm manner. "Dutch must have left that last , VaY es, they are Who dreams his dream. and brings it work and | you Not long afterward, hed) bf Ei og Jane.” ‘in mild wistfulness, hoping they would | crazy part of him in the box. I wh ‘The 5 lop craze has prayer. a | Now do you see it?” He pressed the | She did not ask how; did not really understand. , thinking of the half million I was going | very Jar ; ress, it would To find it at last, a perfect thing; | question upon her hotly. , care to know—even if she could have fol- | The note of understanding came from to make as soon as | opened the papers. Jem, Soe Uf Jackets ate cut scal- Or, should it fade, for all his watchful care, She thought it over a moment. “Mor- | lowed out the combinations of his plan. Jane—a soft, little cry from her throat. | So I went right on lying to you, thinking loped e eige, iis re cut Grows strong in weaving to the end, and there | gor haq this stock,” she said. “It really “But that dead, cruel stuff, John,” she |~ “I never thought about it as I might of the half million with Dutch’s own mad | Poth in Large aval sald scallops. ef Strong in relinquishing. | Delonged to Steele’ estate. But he | said, without an idea to oppose hi; on- have while he was alive,” Mrs. Dutcher | mind.” ; oe plain tabby change i Who lights his star of hope with faiths own fire, | and Mr. Dutcher knew anything about | ly with a feeling. She put hands to ventured to say, after a little pause— She seemed not at all surprised at this «| : ral ay owever; it Sure of his beacon, though it hang so far; {it ! each side of his face, and said earnestly, ‘offering something of her inner . | —as though it tollowed quite as a matter + Ove Ys oe L t longer Who lets no storm-cloud dim his bright desire, | “Exactly,” Belford exclaimed. "And | with a little shiver, "Let poor Dutcher jence with apologetical . “When of course. She merely asked quietly, '}: ai on - Such a are hte. Yet, if it fail his firmament, looks higher the stock as it turned out, was worth bet- ' rest—now that he's dead!” I went back there after he died | under- "Hows, dear?” i : very vi Salles t fe to And names another star. | ter than a million dollars.” ! “It was the way I told you at first,” he Sough every one, 80 after a Who meets the faithful dawn with faithful feet. | Unburdened of his Yesterday and clad For his Today; who smiles again to greet The nearing night—whatever his to meet. Steadfast and true and glad. ‘Who gives his trust to God, and for the rest Walks gently till his little day be past, { “The others are alive,” he replied, dry- stood it—seeing the fine town that he “Then Mr. Dutcher himself died.” She | ly ly. “There's Floret- | caught up the thread with a kind of | ta. It's her money as much as the dress i as the clue unfolded. ! on your back is yours. She ma . “Then Dutcher himself died,” Belford | want—very likely is, from all that I've ing their own homes, too, for he got up a repeated. | been able to hear of her. She may have building and loan plan for all the work- “And Morser—John! Did he steal a child. and the child in want. No mat- men. It looks fine and solid. I guess it | this stock?” she breathed, her eyes very ter what sort she is, aren't they entitled will stand a good while after all of us is round. | to their own?” gone. It was like I saw all that for the made, the big plow works and the solid buildings, so many people busy and get- be in ting along in the world, most of ‘em own- | explained, if that could be called explana- tion. "And after I got well into it I found that Dutch had taken his half. It was ! when he was hard up, crazy to get hold !of money. Morser sold out the Steele stock then, and divided with Dutch. Dutch took his half.” Comprehension broke upon her. “And beloved reign they die a quick death. The panel that came in last spring, made from a kind of long flap on the short jacket to the skirt panel that ex- tended to the hem of the skirt, has left fashion’s realms. The panel was grace- ful, but it was always in the way, and dn, " : hie i " wo - When sat upon it was crushed and looked quiet toiler, i toiling blest “Morser sold out that stock. That I 1 suppose so,” she assented help- first time. | says to myself, ‘This is what you meant to go on, John?" she said, “to = "Whe€ A 2 st sufler. in ip soifise best. ‘know. That I can prove,” said Beltrd | 1enaly, rime, bot not convinced. he done while he was alive. You was expose him—before her—before every- RY Te hen Jeafeu. as i nadio And dieth best. at last. with decision. | The quest, however, proved longer side by side with him all the while body?” ; ET ore had a way —Nancy Byrd Turner She over it in a shocked | than Belford had anticipated. Earth What have you done?” It made me “You see, it's no good hitting me any W-an.00 one t Nothi ue- ' fascinal as she were looking | seemed to have swalled Floretta, and all ashamed of myself. She looked from one more, now, Jane,” he said simply, even M8 sensation. Ing re- WHAT DUTCHER LEFT. Dutcher was dead. The half a million was half a million. L Like cows Pikes out to grass, 's thoughts sim could not get away from the stake and Tope of those two facts. e entered the flat abstractedly, his eyes on the floor, and gave a blink of surprise—without any reason—when he became aware of his wife sitting by the window, a magazine in her lap. In her white dress she looked dainty, cool and fresh, so that the sight of her was grate- ful to his senses, like a breath of air off the water. He observed, aimlessly, that it was hot, and went on to freshen him- self up. When he returned to the sitting room he took a chair some distance from her, and observed over again, aimlessly, that it was hot. She came over and sat on the footstool beside his armchair. She was never a contentious or explosive person. Now, her lips curved as she looked up at him. “You're in the stock market again, aren't you, John?” she asked simply. Without any exact promise it had been tacitly understood between them that he ‘was to out of that. He was doing well enough—in a way—with his job in through a window and seeing a knife de- | recent trace of her. He found his funds scend upon a victim. “It was—criminal, ' running low, for the detectives were ex- ical smile. ‘ wasn't it?" she asked under her breath, pensive, and his impatience steadily “I've thought about it a good deal half incredulously. . mounted. He was by way of becoming a since,” she continued. "It sort of grew “1 believe the name for it would be em- | mere incandescent cinder of desire. around into my coming here now, for I'd ! bezzlement,” said Beiford; "also, forgery; | Then, one October evening, about nine ruther come to you. John, also, Some other, Ay For, unless I'm | o'clock, he came hurriedly into the flat. lawyer back there.” ‘m en, certain were § | with a yielding probate court down there | were bright. From the hall door in the look. | in the Southwest—afterward, you under- | parlor he called out, loudly, to | to cover the trail. And I suspect | the sitting-room: “I've won! I've found case anything should happen to me.” | there's a bogus decree of divorce some- ! her!” | r | where.” i Oddly enough, he thought, Jane shook = Belford, perfunctorily. “Why that?” she asked. her head, up a warningly, | “Orrin had a kind of partner once. “Why, the heir of Alvah Steele—the | started quickly toward him. . | person to whom that stock really belong- | The pressure upon his nerves would fifty he married a girl out of the works, | ed—would be his widow, one not let him stop. “Of all things,” he rat- she being about nineteen, and good-look- Steele, if she's still alive, and if she wasn't | tled on, “right here in New York; right ing. | guess she was more or less fool- | divorced, as I believe. But if Floretta is my nose; might as well have had ish, anyway, and marrying a man with {dead or divorced, there must be some | her two months ago! But I've got her’ money turned her head. Seems very | other heir somewhere. ; or, i now, fast enough, [—" strange to me now,” said Mrs. Dutcher | heir, then the estate Reaching out, Jane put a hand on his | thoughtful, “that I should have minded ' So, anyway about, I've coat lapel, and said under her breath, her the way I did. Orrin’s position being She turned a | “Mrs. Dutcher is here.” J what it was in Minona, and me being his in which he + | It took him a minute to get that idea wife, the foolish girl sort of set at me. I perhaps a certain fear. fairly lodged in his tumultuous brain. ' ought to have been sorry for her for be- “There's plenty to do, Jane,” said | Then he was merely confused by it, ex- | ing envious and all that; but] was a rather harshly. “I can invalidate the | cept that, away back in his mind, there great deal more foolish than she was. She | transfer of Dutcher’s plow works to the | was a vague ache of remorse. He had | made a point of making up to Orrin, to | trust. As things now stand that would ' been meaning, for a long time, to write | vex me, and I let it vex me, though that | mean gomething big Sor Dutcher’s widow | Ma a friendly letter—only he had been seems strange now, when I think of the and daughter—for Ma and Margaret If | so much absorbed by this other thing. | work Orrin was doingall the time. There I find Floretta, or any other heir of Al-' “I've found her,” he repeated stupidly. | was a good deal of talk about her—some to the other, with her modest, apologet- i | i i “It could be arranged, of course,” said | | quite gently, so that she thoroughly com- than go to any | She addressed Bel- taken ' His face was really haggard; but his eyes ford with an earnest questioning in her | “I want to arrange it so's part of | to Jane in my income will go to another person in | prehended how battered and numb he was. “You help me,” he said. “We'll burn it.” “Yes! Yes!” she assented under her breath. Moving warily, as though they really feared to arouse the good guest, they went to the cubby. Belford stood aside, indicating this item and that, while she knelt before the box and took out what he directed. It made a good armful, which she carried to the grate. He stood | aside again, while she knelt and struck a never liked the man. When he was about | match. When the flame sprang up she | glanced apprehensively at the bed room | door and d a chair in front of the grate to blanket the glow. Belford lean- ed against the mantel, watching the fire. They did not speak again until it quite died out, and only blackened flakes re- mained. . Then Belford looked at his wife, ques- tioning, dreading. There must be, it seeined, very much to be said between them; to be made right—if he could make it right. She glided close beside him. “It's not what you did, John,” she said tremu- lously. “It's not what you might have ‘done, but were saved from. That's not it. It's that woman in there—so plain and bent—and so beautiful!” Her lips, places the panel, but the skirt has little pleats let in at the side which only show when one steps out. The pleats are done in small groups at either side, or sometimes in the iy where they are triangular in shape. They hey give fullness without taking from the narrow effect. And the skirt being made since the beginning of October is an inch or two wider than that of a month ago. Women do not seem to want them wider, but it is the couturier, tired of the nar- rowness, that insists upon the cut. Some of the skirts are being made with- out the corselet finish—that is to say, the extension above the belt. Skirts are still as short as ever. In tailor modes they touch one about the ankles, and for dressy afternoon gowns such as cashmere de soie, satin, velvet, liberty and ottoman, they are very little longer. The long extension is reserved for the dinner or evening gown, and some of the newest are made in points, the train coming from the side or back in one, two or three pieces And then some- times the train is a short square one,only ‘lying on the floor a few inches. Trains are not long, nor does the front drag on ' him as } as done i past years. ackets are apparently getting longer. The short ones that a | ' 1 | red in the late the bond house; saving up something vah Steele, or call in the State as heir, I! “Where is she? What is she doing?” | for, some against. We ain't so big in | close to his ear, faltered. As her head spring had no success in Paris, and those all the time, by close living; preparing | can recover about one million two hun- | Jane asked, low. ' Minona but everybody knows about every- | dropped to his shoulder she whispered. shown now are fully half a yard below for the independent venture he had in mind. But it was very slow work. From | dred thousand dollars for the heir. And | 1 think “Why—she isn't doing anything.” He! | i er else,” she explained, for their New he added softly—touching it, so | obviously fumbled with this. It was, in Y, comprehension. “That's why—I want to cry."—By - Will Bayne, in the Saturday Evening ost. ‘the waist line, and are getting longer. They are only half tight, but the form is “Orrin would have liked me to talk for { easily discernible, for nearly all the fab- time to time attractive combinations in | to speak, with a kind of miserly gloating | fact, an awkward incident, a most unex- the stock market did present themselves —*] think I can pull down the rotten to his mind. He put them by. The cir cumstance that he was exactly cut off from the field, and, so far as he could see, was a good deal of a duffer in any other | field, was exactly what made the half | house RY Morger Jevel with the nd, | whi would be a pious act.” to rake up all that old, dead, cru- John,” she said, a little line of ! el stuff, bewilderment and pain down the center i i pected and inconvenient tail to his plan. her, and I guess that would have settled | “The fact is—well—she won't ever do it, on account of my position there. But | anything more. What I found is—~why, just the wreck of her. You see, she's —_" U he was raising his I wouldn't do it. the door to her, nobody would. her husband was mean to her. 1 guess He was | voice again, and he id not hear the step an awful stingy man. They said her not | Faney a man dying of thirst, by the side When | wouldn't open 1of a spring of sparkling water. Thous- ands ot thirsty people pass, him, quench their thirst at the spring and go on their way rejoicing. But he doesn’t know w rics employed this season are soft and warm and clinging. Dressy tailor modes use touches of heavy embroidery of no set design. A rambling, uneven pattern is all that is neccessary, worked in dark 3 KI tones in dead gold, silver, and pastel a million look so important. of her white forehead. inside. But Jane did, with a ‘warning ' being taken up by leading people sort of ther the water will quench is thirst hades, brightened with tiny colored “No, I'm not in the stock market,” he “See here,” he replied with energy. "S.s.sh!” and turned toward the sitting | turned him against her. Pretty soon she | OF not. He never will know until he peads. said, with something of the coldness of virtue unjustly accused. “But I'm going in for something else.” seemed to have formed itself at that instant in his mind. "Il tell you what it is.” That resolution also formed itself instantaneously. "Way back, it appears, Dutcher had a sort of silent partner. The man’s name was Alvah Steele—a loan shark and all- around skinflint, out there in Minona, as I made it. No doubt he furnished some capital when Dutcher was extending his plow work, and took a fourth interest for it. 1don’t believe Steele's name was ever publicly connected with the plow works. Whether he wanted to dodge taxes, or just had a miserly instinct to appear poorer than he was, or for what- ever reason, his interest in the plow works was kept dark. A while before the works were = into the trust—the Universal Plow tion, you know, that Morser promoted—Steele married a woman a lot younger than himself. They separated— evidently had a row. Then, you under- | stand, Steele would have a stronger mo- tive than ever for keeping his interest in the plow works dark. Otherwise his wife might come down on him for alimony. Do you follow it?” nodded eagerly. "Well, a little while before the works | were turned over to the trust Steele went off Southwest, looking for health, and left his plow-works stock in Dutcher's hands.” In the telling he had warmed up to it, the narrative absorbing some of the heat which surrounded the subject on his mind. “Wait a minute,” he said briskly, and jumped up. He went to the cubby off the sitting- room, which the flat agent had euphe- mistically called a library. She heard him open the tiny, dark closet in there. A moment later he returned, satrying a ical, about feet in each dimension, which he put the table. Its dented lid bore, in paint, now Hs g 2 $ ¥ . £ i} 4 g i 1 8 Es £3 4 : tL 2 i 5 | fi: : i 7E f § 8 3 8 | 8 g 8g : £ £ i : £ | ! Ls § i i § 5% Fis i d it The resolution | Holding up the digits of his left hand, he | nted them off with the forefinger of | | his right. “There was Alvah Steele, an! ' old skinflint. He put a little money into ! | the plow works and it grew into a for- | | tune. He's entitled to no consideration. | There's Floretta—s young lady that | | hear exceedingly dubious stories about, : one of them beic.g that she run off with | a di table njan. She's not entitled | to much consideration. There's the Mor- sers, father and son. They ruined Dutch. They're fat with his money and other i | people's right now, while his widow and | pe ; daughter are skimping along on a pit- | ' tance.” | "They have twelve hundred a year.” she urged. “Yes, twelve hundred a year!” he re- peated with scorn. “What does that mean, do you suppose—especially while Margaret still a year in school? I'll bet good Ma Dutcher is living in the kitchen of that Minona housesstaling in boarders or washing, for all I know. And when Margaret gets out of school, what then? Why, maybe Morser will give her a job typewriting at ten dollars a week! I tell you, it's just, Jane! What do we have laws for? Why do we send a pick- ' pocket to jail? Is it to sit still when we | see Morser stealing a million?" She would not answer that masculine | | argument upon a masculine ground. could only say, | , “But, really, it was Mr. Dutcher’s affair, John.” “Well, there's Dutch,” he said with some hesitation and after a pause. "We'll suppose Dutch meant rather well while he was wholly himself. But latterly, after he came to New York and got in private checkbook!” | commented i a Ja ar os thom Jaa te Dox the a yelopes showing the gitls frm, graceful ? here are scme oth- ers.” He lifted two or three, and even at that nce she with which wold by ket aL 's commen and repeated the hard laugh. Jane turned away, somewhat "He was crazy, John; Simpl cra You know that—toward never pry Fi used e took a : E : SEF fie gs iE | She | the Minona house was empt room as Mrs. Dutcher appeared there. Mrs. Dutcher wore a cheap and baggy black dress. Her was ample and homely. Her large bore marks of hard work. Her face was broad, rather flat; pleasant rather than intelligent. Her scant, dust-colored hair was parted in the middle, combed down smooth on each side and brought up in a hard, ungrace- ful knot. She smiled a little, apologetic- ally, at Sign of Belford; gave him a hard hand for a Hid iatcor Sal hols ing except a monosyllable in reply to his rfunctory question. It was all homely and awkward; oy somehow, Belford felt a tension ith. in him letting go; felt an a X- ing, a A HoT a Se some- times when he turns a fevered face to a quiet, grass and trees in it. When they took chairs he rested his head and crossed his knees, like a man quite at leisure. He and Jane, of course, must start the talk- ing. Ma Dutcher, in the main, could y answer. Inevitably, they spoke to her with gentle voices, as one speaks to a child—touching it, even with words and ideas, only softly. No, she was not living in Minona: had been there only twice; otherwise had been with her sister in Wisconsin: sis- ter's husband was a farmer there. Yes, y. This sur- | prised Belford. Carefully, he pressed for ‘a | reason. “I've got some awful good friends in Mi Ma, looking into her la her toil-bent n ess and slowly laying and relaying o small plait in her the black skirt. A faint color touched her broad cheeks. "But, of course, there's Jone: Se Shere join dl) owns thal gore of to see people misfortunate. it sort of reconciles 'em to i She smiled without rancor, ona. is ; 7 FE I i i E § : { : i ¢ Ei i i i k Ff E i i 2 g i i i i = it i prospect with good, green | got discouraged and run away—some said with another man. But even then I felt i hateful to her.” + Mrs. Dutcher contemplated her lap, ' slowly remaking the pleat in her skirt. “You can’t never go back when you've made a mistake, and try it over again. A . while after she went away I found a letter she wrote to Orrin, asking for money. He was going to send it to her, open-handed as he always was. But Isaid he shouldn't. That was a thing I had to think about when I says, ‘This is what he done, What have you done?’ So I got the child she left with her folks up in Minnesota. : They're awfully poor and ignorant. You | could hardly blame her, anyway, when | you see what she came from. I've got {him now to my sister's in Wisconsin. He's a nice, bright boy, four years old.” She reflected a moment, mechanically ' smoothing down her hair, as she strove [to geta firm hold of the difficult idea. , “The real things that Orrin done, the | things that he really had his life here on | earth for. was right and true—the solid ' buildings and pavement and workmen's homes, and the like of that. It stands ! there now, good and plumb. That mis- | take | made was wrong to him, too. So | now | want to make it plumb and true as | I gon. That's all 1 Sando ow he ! pa a moment, erself, so | to after that deep plunge in h. i "I want the income fixed so's if any- | thing happens to me the boy will have faine's he will Jaye tile rm sive ! ow Margaret wi nk it right w explain it to her. It's what Orrin’s widow and daughter ought to do.” “Of course, it can be arranged—if you wish,” said Belford vacantly. “Well, that's what I come for.” She put her work-marked hands on the made | of the chair to arise, and smiled at them apologetically. “I'm afraid I been keep- ing you up.” They protested emptily, with a sort of hel four hundred u year out of the twelve, | tries. But the fact that the other thous- el Delt a te ng is evidence % are people bearing the burdens of disease, who are offered healing in Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. It has healed hundreds of shousarids w TEs were diseased, whose being impure disease in other organs nourished by the blood. And yet these have never made the trial of this great remedy. They are not sure it will cure them. It has cured ninety-eight per cent. of all who have used it. It always helps. It almost always cures. When there is constipated habit use Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets. Strange Defects of Memory. Many strange defects of memory are known to exist and of these an interest. ing example may be given. A business man of keen mind and good general memory, who was not paralyzed in any way and was perfectly able to comprehend and engage in conversation, lost a part of his power of read- ing and of mathematical calculation The letters b,g,p,x and y, though seen perfectly, were in this case no longer rec- ognized and conveyed no mere idea to him than China's charter would to most of us. He had difficulty in reading—was obliged to spell out all his w and could read no words containing three He could write the letters which he could read, but could not write the five letters mentioned. He could read and write certain numbers, but 6, 7, and 8 had been lost to him: and when asked to write them his only result, after many attempts, was to begin to write the words six, seven, and eight, not being able to finish these, as the first and last contained letters (x and g)which he did He could not add 7 and 5, or any formed a tg oh Snes sta cloth: Address Dr. R'V. Pierce. Butta SE ———————— wee-Stibscribe for the WATCHMAN. = two | Did you know a lighted match or taper would do wonders with the sewing ma- chine? Try it someday. Light a candle or just a match and apply it to different parts of the wheels and cogs. Lint and threads will burn. the char can be wiped off, and the machine will run twice as easy. When a machine gums, it is ad- visable to remove the head, place it in a tub and cover with gasoline. It makes a new machine from an old one, and often corrects some defect which will cost you ; Hoje than the price of that much gaso- ine. One of ‘the newest features in , plush covering. The kind of pl this year is not the ordinary plush | for some time past; itis a | looks like stiff fur, so long and hea the pile. It is handsome and so finishes a hat that little else is It i rather new for hats, sifice Siva only Feproductions of what were | during but during the past | days many chic women have been wear- | 508 Nelle shapes that cover the ears and | half the head. These are almost the | same as what has been worn for auto- mobiling, they are more dressy. A great deal of velvet and plush is used to make the caps or bonnets, and almost ! fle oAly other garnish is the dition of vy embroidery put on a band at t back, at the front or on the sides of the | cap. Aigrettes and plumes are seen, of | course, but this trimming will be and is | 50 dear that it is only the well-endowed woman that can afford to invest in it. | i ; E JERE gad i | Instead of always cleansing the tips of jue fingers with water and soap, try us- ing cream now and . There is nothing so beneficial to both the texture | and shapeliness of even, well-kept finger nails. rough Hester st th naj) or in warm sweet almond oil for t. The oil should be Jeol d pining g i i 1 : ag g g i ; : i : & * g hi gs EF Fredy
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