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EVENING EEDaEBPHTEADELP&IA, MOHDAT, SEPTE,MBEH Q ,1914;
WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS TO KNOW-THINGS THAT INTEREST MAID AND MATRQ
ELLEN ADAIR MEETS
ABOARD SHIP ONE OF
NATURE'S COURTIERS
Lonely Scotchman From the
Island of Islay Confides in
English Girl Tale of His
Home.
VII.
The rise and dreadful fall of the At
lantic Occnn! Why, I think that com
pared with It the rlso and fall of the
Itonian Umpire Itself must have been the
merest trifle. One sits upon the deck and
sees the strange gymnastics of the sea.
for up, up. up the ocean surges till one
thinks the boat must swamp. Then
down, down, down Iho rnclns waters fly,
while Ions ntul shuddering vibrations
shake the ship from stem to stern. A
certain very human analogy might easily
be drawn Jut here, but there are times
when, even for the embellishing of ft tale,
a parallel had host be left alone. Let
It sulllce to say that mal-de-mer has
never troubled me. My ciblnmates wcro
nil laid low. a melancholy band, Be
tween the paroxysms I know they pray
ed that we might hit tho bottom.
For after leaving Queenstown on the
second day, when evening came we met
tho gteat Atlantic rollers. We pitched
and rolled, but oh I loved the white
foam and the blinding spray! The
steerage deck that was so gay was now
like a deserted battlefield. With lowered
flag and pale green look, tho would-be
conquerors of the sea had fled below. I
sat alone and meditated on tho van
quished heroes.
A lowering sky gloomed on that
threatening tea. The forward first-class
deck was unite deserted, too; behind me
and above on the second-class, a few
nd venturous souls were cautiously pac
ing the rolling dock. But In the steer
age I was ull alone.
Above the loud vibrations of the screw
I heard a sudden melody, clear and dis
tinct The volcr was nearby; the volco
was a man's, a deep rich baritone, and
the air was strangely familiar. Where
had 1 heard that wild strange air be
fore? I listened Intently.
"Lclvber no nore O, 1-oflnbfr no mor.
I fhall -navbe return to Lochabcr no more.
The liquid notes were full of a learn
ing sadness. Where, oh, where, had I
once heard that lovely melody?
A SOI-DIEK'S FUNERAL.
The present scene now slowly faded,
and in its placo I saw the great Trafalgar
Square of London as It looked one sum
mer afternoon long years ago. A long,
sad procession of soldiers slowly followed
a single gun-carriage bearing something
draped over with one great flag, tho
Vnion Jack and on that Mag there rested
a solitary sword and liflmet The sun
shone on that long line of kilted Scottish
EOldieis and glanced on cverv gleaming
helmet. It was that great regiment of
the race, the Gordon Highlanders, the
bravest and the finest fighting men that
Britain ever owned. With their mag
nificent physique, each man a giant and
a hero, they slowly swung along, as If It
were tho heather of their native hills and
glens they trod, and not the grimy as
phalt of tho London streets.
Two plprs in the Gordon kilt and tar
tan headed that sad procession, and from
their p,lrx.-i a real old Hlshland Lament
rang through Trafalgar Square. For a
Hlshland officer and a gentleman was
being borno on thnt quiet gun-carriage to
his last long resting place.
"Farewell to Lochabcr Lf.chaber no more.
T hMl r.mvbe return to Lochabcr no more "
The riderless charger who was slowly
led beside that quiet gun-carriage neighed
In an eerie, heart-broken fashion. I know
he understood his emptv saddle, and
mourned his master with a mourning
leglnvnt. Dear Ciordnn Highlanders! A
soldici fnneiul is the saddest "dght.
Tho singer on the steerage deck now
came in view, a tall, broad-fahouldered
youth. His clothes were of the roughest
homespun, patched and darned. He had
tho shabbiest, yet the grandest air for h
was one of Nature's gentlemen. A cour
tier might well have envied the gallant
way he bowed and doffed his threadbare
cap, as If I were d princess, lie a prince.
I knew at once he was a Highlander.
"Madame," said he, and 1 knew that
words did not crime -asll to him In the
Engli-ti. "we ,ii,' im anlnr!f -s. and one
of us is ferr homes!, k It will he honor
ing me to talk with you. 'Tls uetter
used 1 am to speak the Gaelic."
"I have enjoyed jour song," I said.
"And do you come from the Lochaber
district?"
He shook his head. "I am an Islay
man," said he, "and going out beyond
the seas to make a fortune. But Islay
will bo calling all the tlmel"
"Tho Island of Islay." I Bald, "does It
not He out in tho Hebrides of Scotland?"
Ho nodded slowly, and his face, young,
wonderfully handsome, lit up with a new
glow and a remomnranre. It was the
face of n dreamer, a sefr. and on It was
tho ilear pruphotic gaze peculiar to tho I
tea-gut Highlanders of Scotland They
live so close to Nature that they have '
"sciond sight" and Nature is their ,
onlv "medium "
" 'Tls lonelv I va f. eling in thii plac,"
said he, "and so I sang my saddest song I
all the time I n II h,- thinking that 'twas '
HOME-KNITTED COAT
SWEATERS TO MEET
SCARCITY OF TOGS
War May Have Serious
Effect on the Price of Out-
of-door Garments for Children.
CHILD'S SWEATER COAT
Just tho sea-mews heard! But now I seo
I had nnother listener. You are a leddy.
I'm a crofter's son. But 'tis the kindest
eyes you have I'm thinking they aio
like the mountnln tarn' among the peats
of Islay or those deep pools the sea will
leavo among tho rocks." ,
"Tell me about Islay, please," said I
embarrassed.
THE tali: OF ISLAY.
"The finest place on earth," said ho
"And 'tis the finest view in Scotland ,
from our shilling. The roof Is onlv i
thatrh, you know, but then that means ,
tho birds nest there! All day my mother
sits and spins, while I work In the fields
or at tho fishlns. She has no English,
Just tho Gaelic.
'You sing so well," I said nmln. I
" Tls a ferry poor hand I will De at th
singing," said he modestly, "but every
thing sings all day long In Islay. Tho
sea sings on the rocki, .and after rainy
nights the burns In spate are singing
down the hillsides. 'Tls brooks In flood
you will be calling them, but we say
burns In spate and then the sea-mews
and the curlews always call, and In the
woods the plnetrees and the birches sing
and In the fields the reapers sing all
dav "
"But Islav Is a lonelv place, a sort of
kingdom In the sea?" I said.
" Tls Just a kingdom nnd we all are
kings," said he. "For all the moors
and hills and glens are ours. But never
lonely! I know a little lochan In the
pines. At night the curlews rail among
its reeds and In tho long deep heather,
grouso and ptarmigan are hid. We have
our Highland chieftain, too, the great
MacDonald of the Isles the King's own
friend he Is-and at the Oban Games last
year he was a Judge. I tossed the ca'ier
at these games last year a heavy plno
It wns and Cameron of Lochlel with the
Duke of Argvll were judging, too, but
Lord MacDonald gav the prize to me!"
"You love your island In the Hebrides?"
I said again.
"To my dying dny1" said he fervently,
"and 'tis this verse of poetry will be
showing It." He leaned against the steer
age rail, and 1 saw again the seer's look
upon his handsome face.
"From the lone shieling and tho misty
Island .
Mountains divide us, and a world of
seas.
But still the heart is true, the heart Is
Highland! . ,,, ,
And we In dreams behold the Hebrides!'
MISTER WIND
By MALCOLM 6. JOHNSTON.
I am mad at you, bad Mister Wind,
For the web that the spider had
spinned;
You twisted and tore,
And she'll have to once more
Fix the ends she had carefully pinned.
And I wish I could whistle like you,
And could play everywhere as jou do;
And you don't go to sleep
When the little stars peep,
But can play all the day and night,
too.
(Copyright.)
BEFORE THE
SANDMAN COMES
SOMETIMES I feel very like a
fairy," said a little goldfish. He
swished his tail round and round
in the big glass bowl of water and
elegantly nibbled a bit of fish food.
"I don't! I feel like a fishl" ex
claimed his companion. "I never
heard of such a creature as you are.
You always pretend something or
feel as if you are something won
derful !
"Now. you know perfectly well that
you are a goldfish and that you arc
shut tip solidly in this tiny bowl, so
what is the use of pretending?"
The first goldfish, whose name, by
the way, was Dream, softly nosed the
top of the water, then darted down
and swam around the bottom of the
bowl before he quite made up his mind
what to reply.
"Of course all that you say is true,
partner," he finally said, "but why
talk about it? Why not forget it?"
Now, Dream's partner in the fish
bowl was named Really Truly be
cause he had such a really truly little
short tail I So short it seemed as if it
couldn't possibly belong to a goldfish.
Dream's tail was large and "spready"
and so dainty and filmy that it seemed
at times to have no more substance
than a dream that was the way
Dream got his name, you sec.
Really Truly couldn't forget things
as Dream did, and if anything un
pleasant or disagreeable happcicd he
seemed especially good at remember
ing that.
"Oh, I can't forget it," he answered
Dream. "I hate this little bit of a
bowl and this silly little piece of coral
in the bottom!"
"Dear me," exclaimed Dream, "what
do you want?"
"I want to be back at the store
where I cainc from. I want to swim
in tli.it bin tank where I didn't have
to turn around every minute and I
want to dart through that lovely cas
tle of coral and stones we had there!"
He talked so vigorously that he
quite panted for breath, and Dream
-s. NR of the first considerations for
I 1 out-of-doors garments for children
- Is warmth without undue weight.
It Is In this particular that the sweater
coat excels, and while It Is not suitable
for state or festive occasions, It Is an
ndmlrnblo garment for play or everyday
wear, and distinctly picturesque Into the
bargain.
Today's illustration shows a sweater
coat of champagne-colored silk, fastened
with knitted buttons of tho sarnie color,
nnd tied with a sash ending In tnssols.
The cap exactly matches the sweater
In color, wcavo and trimming, as here
Is a button on one side and a tassel on
the other.
It is an excellent model, either for pur
chase or for homo manufacture. It has
been designed on tho most simple lines,
and tho sweater was never meant to be
ornate, although It sometimes Is.
It Is knitted with the regulation stitch,
but tho sash prevents It from looking
cither plain or severe.
Anv one at nil skilled In knitting would
find It an easy model to copy.
Thcro nrc several grades of wool that
could bo substituted for the silk, nnd
any color, cither light or dark, cuuld be
chosen In tho plnco of the champagne
color of the Illustration.
Although It Is early In the year to
speak of Christmas, tho rumor has
rtarted, and keeps on growing, that there
will bo a dearth of toys and playthings
this yenr.
Some of the toy shops and department
stores that make a showing of such
things received their supplies from Eu
rope before the war broke out.
They are probably In the minority. If
the prices go up In proportion to the
scarcity of the articles It will make
tough sledding for many householders.
It Is commonly said that tho number
of children Is In reverse ratio to the
worldly goods of the parents, which may
be tho law of compensation manifesting
Itself obscurely. But if the prices of toys
are prohibitive the children must not go
without gifts.
A cay-colored cap and sweater would
delight the heart of any child, and It la
surprising how quickly they reach com
pletion when they are started and worked
on In the odd moments that otherwise
might pass with nothing to show.
And, furthermore, knitting Is recom
mended by physicians as a sedative to
nerves.
waited a minute to be sure that he
was through. He wasn't!
"And I don't like this room," he
went on. "I want the children to
stand around and watch us as they
used to so there!"
Dream looked pretty solemn; you
see, he liked all those things, too. And
even a goldfish's troubles sound
pretty dreadful if they are said right
out all together that way!
Then he remember how foolish it
is to worry about troubles or to think
about things one can't have.
"I suppose that's all true," he an
swered Really Truly, and then he
added calmly, "but you see I don't
stay a goldfish long."
"No?" exclaimed Really Truly.
"No, I don't," replied Dream, con
tentedly. "A few minutes ago I was
a cloud in a make-believe sky. Just
now I am a fairy queen dressed for
a ball!" And he circled gracefully
round the bowl, flirting his gorgeous
chiffon train in gay delight as he
added, "and make-believe is fun just
try it and seel"
Tomorrow The Little Red Crayon.
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MRS. IMOGENE B. OAKLEY
Philadelphia woman commends the French people for their calm during the
trying days of the mobilization.
CIVIC ASSOCIATION WORKER
TELLS FRENCH EXPERIENCES
In her charming apartment at tho
Gladstone, Eleventh and Pine streets,
Mrs. Imogen B. Onltley choerfully re
counted her European experiences, for
ho has Just returned from France, and
glad she Is to be at home again. Accom
panied by Miss Ella Itobb, eecrctary of
the Civic Club In this city. Mrs. Oaltloy
sailed for tho shores of Brlttnny early In
July, where she spent ono happy month,
nnd then proceeded on to Tours. On her
arrival she was greeted with vague news
of the war, but did not feel unduly
alarmed.
However, the seriousness of the position
for Americans abroad was brought sharp
ly homo to her on tho following morn
ing. On going out to get some checks
cashed she discovered, ruefully, that not
a oul would cash thorn. The French
landlady proved a good friend In trouble;
she Immediately said, "Madamo will stay
as long as she likes and will pay mo
next year." Indeed, to stay In Tours wns
tho only possible thing to do, for all the
trains were used for mobilization pur
poses, nnd even had sho had the money
Mrs. Oakley could not have left.
Tho daughter of the late George F. Baer
was In a like predicament at Tours, and
was also forced to stay. For two weeks
she had to do without her favorite after
noon cup of tea. since she was unablo to
pay for It.
"I want to tell you this specially," said
Mrs. Oakley In her eager, vivacious wny;
"tho American Express Company wns the
first ono that cashed our checks, nnd
when It did, It paid In full. Alt the
hotels took the American Express Com
pany's checks, saylnfr that they knew
they would bo paid In a few months.
"Wo were so desperately anxious to
see the chateau in the vhlley of tho
Loire," continued Mrs. Oakley, "yet It
looked ns If our chances of doing so were
slim. Wo could not even afford to send
a postcard home to say whero we -were;
ALLTHATYOUGETHEREIS
i:xtka nsn jehscy
I'liri.TKY AND l'INn
WII1TR l'KKIN DUCKS
The latter nre ultra choice and well
meuteil. Trehh cbbs received dally. Mall or
phone orders given careful and prompt at
tention Wn deliver anywhere. Prices al
ways reasonable.
.A.Bender
READING TERMINAL MARKET
Stalls COO-008-010
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wo had no money. Then a delirti.
thing happened for us. A man 1
Brooklyn, who was touring In hit ,?.
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burst n tiro, and was forced to slCi
Tours, for he, too, had no monoVnl
thft fid nf Iton vntr mt. .i-aj Atl
got some money through tho ArnervJ
Express Company, but this UnfortunVT
man had n Brown-Shipley letter of .
It, nnd could not get It cashed. Ho e
to us mid said thnt If wo would ii. i?',
money to mend his tiro, ho would mS '
us around tho chateau. Needless to
wo heartily agreed. "j
"Tho Loire Is too beautiful for worJn
said Mrs. Oakley. "You know It Is rsJi.i1
Viz. Tlfltvlnn o WnhrA ' fen. -., .
...v. u...u.,.( u.. jl .U..W. v.iuij titter crfm
of strawberries nnnenrn thnrn In . .. "r
Bcason, for tho cllmata Is so equabto im
delightful that everything grows ruBlai
"At Chanonccnux a mitanoholy Frn.i
woman, whoso husband had Just left o
the war, showed us round th iu
chateau. Mon marl est alio a la guerr!
wns her ono cry, while tears kept run"'
nlng down her cheeks. She could ni
even explain n picture to u's-, as the tein
kept trickling down her noso, and It C
so Infectious that we Joined In, too.
"At the end of August we left for Ms
scllles, to catch tho first chance of (
ting a good steamer home," contimu
Mrs, Oakley. "Wo had a dreadfut jZ '
ney down for two days onlv a .,.!
sandwich or two to eat, and sitting Wiii
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wo got out for a tout hours' wit . t ,
HUlo station called Chasse. 'You cannot
sit In tho first-class waiting-room, for It l.
for tho omcers,' snld tho statlonmaii
to me. 'I have a first-class ticket, h
hero I stay,' I said docldcdly. 'I ,(J
oo giaa to navo mo officers Join us. 8h6
them In.' But no, ho InslsUd, we rnuu
get out. Ho threatened: ho ImpW
'No. I will not go sit third class," ,m
I. Thcao ortlcers would not coma In, but
peered at Intervals through tho window!
"I wish to say," concluded Mrs. OaWer
"how very much I admired tho calm jf!
control on the part of tho French solalwj
and people: not tho slightest sign of
boasting, nor hysteria, nor vain talk wu
there. All was dono quickly, silently tni
methodically."
This winter Mrs. Oakley Intends to com
tlnuo her efforts In abating city noliej
nnd In her prominent position on th
American Civic Association will doubt,
less havo a busy and a useful time.
Correspondence of general Intereit
to women readers will bo printed on
this page. Such correspondence should
be addressed to the Woman's Editor,
Evening Ledger.
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THE GREEN DRAGON
"The Little Studio
Upstairs"
and the Tea House at
214 South Fifteenth St.
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will reopen for the season Tuesday,
September 22. The service will in
clude luncheon,, afternoon tea, in
formal suppers or dinners. Meali
served to those living in apartment.
Rooms reserved for special lunch
cons, teas or dinners.
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roast-beef, lamb, mutton, pork
any meat at all, and a complete
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