THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG. PA.
The Gall of the
Cumberlands
By Charles Neville Buck
With Illustrations
from Photographs of Scenes
in the Play
(CowiiaW, lai), bjr W. J. Wall & Co.)
' SYNOPSIS.
On Mliwjr creek, at tha font of rock
from which ha has falli-n. Kully Mlllr
flmU QmirKR l.eio(t, h litnilm'iipH pilnt
r, unconacioua, and aftiT mvlvliiK lilm.
nea for aaKlstunce Hnnmon fioi.Hi and
Bully, taklnic Itcott lo Hiiinaon's home.
re met by B nicer South, hi-wl ( th
family, who tells them that Jenmt Purvy
hn been hot and that Hiimaon la aua
pwted of the crime. Hamaon lrila It.
The (hooting- of Jenae I'urvy breaka ttit
true In the Hollman-Bouth feud.
CHAPTER IV Continued.
He sauntered down the road, but,
when he had passed out of vision, be
turned iharply Into the woods, and
began climbing. His steps carried blm
to the rift In the ridge where the white
oak stood sentinel over the watch
tower of rock. As be came over the
edge from one side his bare feet mak
ing no sound, be saw Sally sitting
there, with her bands resting on the
, moss and ber eyes deeply troubled
Bhe was gazing fixedly ahead and her
lips were trembling. At once Sam
son's face grew black. Some one had
been making Sally unhappy. Then be
saw beyond her a standing figure,
which the tree trunk had hitherto con
eealed. It was the loose-knitted figure
of young Tamarack Splcer.
"In course," Splcer was saying, "we
don't low Samson shot Jesse Purvy,
but them Hollmans 'II 'splclou him, an'
I beered Just now thet them dawgs
was trackln' straight up hyar from the
mouth of Misery. They'll git hyar
against sundown."
Samson leaped violently forward.
With one hand he roughly seized bis
cousin's shoulder and wheeled htm
bout
"Shet up!" he commanded. "What
d n fool stuff bev ye been tellln'
Sally T"
For an Instant the two clansmen
stood fronting each other. Samson's
(ace was set and wrathful. Tamarack's
was surly and snarling. "Hain't I got
license ter tell Sally the news?" he
demanded.
"Nobody hain't got no license," re
torted the younger man In the quiet
of cold anger, "ter tell Sally notbln'
tbet'll fret ber."
"She air bound ter know hit all
pretty soon. Them dawgs "
"Didn't I tell ye ter shet up?" Sam
son clenched bis fists, and took a step
forward. "Ef ye opens yore mouth
gain, I'm a-goln' ter smash hit Now.
lt!"
Tamarack Splcer's face blackened,
and his teeth showed. Ills right hand
swept to bis loft arm pit Outwardly
be seemed weaponless, but Samson
knew that concealed beneath the
hickory shirt was a holster, worn
mountain fashion.
"What air ye a-reachin' atter,
Tam'rack?" he Inquired, bis lips twist
ing In amusement
"Thet's my business."
"Well, git bit out or git out yesolf,
afore I throws ye offen the cllft."
Sally showed no symptoms of alarm.
Her confidence in her bero was abso
lute. The boy lifted bis hand, and
pointed off down the path. Slowly
and with Incoherent muttering, Splcer
took himself away. Then only did
Sally rise. She came over, and laid a
band on Samson's shoulder. In ber
blue eyes, the tears were welling.
"Samson," she whispered, "ef they're
atter yo, come ter my house. I kin
hide ye out Why didn't ye tell me
Jesse Jurvpy'd doue been shotT"
"Hit taln't nothln' ter fret about,
Pally," he assured her. He spoke
awkwardly, for be had been trained to
regard emotion as unmanly. "Thar
hain't no danger."
She gazed searcbingly Into his eyes,
and then, with a Bliort sob, threw her
arms around blm, and burled her face
on his shoulder.
"Ef anything happens ter ye, Sam
son." she said, brokenly, "hlt'll Jest
kill me. I couldn't live wlthouten ye,
Samson. I jest couldn't do hit!"
The boy took her In his arms, and
pressed her close. His eyes were gaz
ing off over her bent head, and bis lips
twitched. He drew his features Into
a scowl, because that was the only ex
pression with which he could safe
guard his feelings. His voice was
husky.
""I reckon, Sally." he said, "I couldn't
live wlthouten you, neither."
The party of men who had started
at morning from Jesse Purdy's store
bad spent a hard day. The roads fol
lowed creek-beds, crossing and re
croselng waterways In a fashion that
gave the bloodhounds a hundred baf
fling difficulties. Often, their noses
lost the trail, which had at first been
so surely taken. Often, they circled
and whined, and halted In perplexity,
but each time they came to a point
where, at the end, one of them again
raised his muzzle skyward, and gave
.yolce.
Toward evening, they ware working
up Misery along a course less broken.
The party halted for a moment's rest,
and, as the "bottle was passed, the man
from Lexington, who had brought thj
dogs and stayed to conduct the chase,
put a question:
"What do you call this creek,?"
"Hit's Misery."
"Does anybody live on Misery tbat
er that you might suspect?"
The Hollmans laughed.
"This creek Is settled with Souths
thlcker'n hops."
The Lexington man looked up. He
knew what the name of South meant
to Hollman.
1 "Is there any special South, who
might have a particular grudge?"
"The Souths don't need no partl'lar
grudge, but thar'a young Samson
South. He's a wildcat."
"He lives this way?"
"These dogs air a-makln' a bee-line
fer his house." Jim Hollman was
txwklng. Then be added: "I've done
been told tliut Samson denies dolu' the
Bhootin', an' claims be kin prove an
alibi."
The Lexington man lighted his pipe,
and poured a drink of red whisky Into
a flask cup.
"He'd be apt to say that," he com
mented, "These dogs haven't any
prejudice In the matter. I'll stake my
life on their telling the truth."
An hour later, the group halted
again. The master of bounds mopped
his forehead.
"Are v.e still going toward Samson
South's house?" he Inquired.
"We're about a quarter from bit
now, an' we halrt"t never varied from
the straight road."
"Will they be apt to give us
trouble?"
Jim Hollman smiled.
"I hain't never boered of no South
submlttln' ter ar.-est by a Hollman."
The trailers examined their fire
arms, and loosened their bolster-flaps.
The dogs Wont forward at a trot
CHAPTER V.
From time to time that day, neigh
bors had ridden up to Splcer South's
stile, and drawn rein for gossip. These
men brought bulletins as to the prog
ress of the hounds, and near sundown,
as a postscript to their Information,
volley of gunshot signals sounded from
a mountain top. No word was spoken,
but In common accord the kinsmen
rose from their chairs, and drifted to
ward their leaning rifles.
"They're acomln' hyar." said the
head of the house, curtly. "Samson
ought ter be home. Whar's Tam'rack?"
No one had noticed his absence un
til that moment, nor was be to be
found. A few minutes later, Samson's
figure swung into sight, snd his uncle
met him at the fence.
"Samson, I've done asked ye all the
questions I'm a-goln' ter ask ye," he
said, "but them dawgs Is makln' fer
this bouse. They've Jest been sighted
a mile below."
Samson nodded. ,
"Now" Splcer South's face v hard
ened "I owns down thar ter the road
No man kin cross that fence wlthouten
I choose ter give him leave. Ef ye
wants ter go Indoors an' stay thar, ye
kin do hit an' no dawg ner no man
hain't a-goln' ter ask ye no questions.
Itut, ef ye eees fit ter face bit out, I'd
love ter prove ter these hyar men thet
us Souths don't break our word. We
done agreed ter this truce. I'd like ter
Invite 'em In, an' let them damn dawgs
sniff round the faet of every man In
my house an' then, when they're
plumb teetotally damn satisfied, I'd
like ter tell 'em all ter go ter hell.
Thet's the way I feels, but I'm a goln
ter do Jest what ye says."
Lescott did not overhear the con
versation In full, but be saw the old
man's face work with suppressed pas
sion, and be caught Samson's louder
reply.
"When them folks gets hyar. Uncle
Splcer, I'm a-goln' ter be a-settln'
right out thar In front I'm plumb
wlllln' ter Invite 'em In." Then, the
two men turned toward the house.
Already the other clnnsmen had dis
appeared noiselessly through the door
or around the angles of the walls.
Flfteen.mlnutes later, Lescott, stand
ing at the fence, saw a strange caval
cade round tbe bend of the road. Sev
eral travel-stained men were leading
mules, and holding two tawny and Im
patient dogs In leash. In their num
ber, the artist recognized bis host of
two nights ago.
They halted at a distance, and In
their faces the artist read dismay, for,
while the dogs were yelping confident
ly and tugging at their cords, young
Samson South who should, by their
prejudiced convictions, be hiding out
In some secret stronghold sat at the
top step of the stile, smoking his pipe,
and regarded them with a lack-luster
absence of Interest Such a calm re
ception was uncanny. After a whis
pered conference, the Lexington man
"They Have Followed Their Noses
Here." 1
came forward alone. Old Splcer South
had been looking on from the door,
and was now strolling out to meet the
envoy, unarmed.
And the envoy, as he came, held bis
bands unnecessarily far away from bis
Bides, and walked with an oetentatlous
show of peuce.
"Evenln", stranger," hailed the old
man. "Come right In."
"Mr. South," began the dog-owner,
with some embarrassment, "I have
been employed to furnish a pair of
bloodhounds to the family ot Jesse
Purvy, who has been shot."
"I hecrd tell thet Purvy was shot,"
said the head of the Souths in an af
fable tone, which betrayed no deeper
note of Interest than neighborhood
gossip might have elicited.
"I have no personal Interest In the
matter," went on the stranger, hastily,
as one bent on making his altitude
clear, "except to supply the dogs and
manage them. I do not in any way di
rect their course; I merely follow."
"Ye can't harflry fo'ce a dawg." Old
Splcer sagely nodded his head as he
made the remark. "A dawg Jest natch
er'ly follers his own nose."
"Exactly and they have followed
their noses here." The Lexington man
found the embarrassment of bis posi
tion growing as the colloquy proceed
ed. "I want to ask you whether, If
these dogs want to cross your fence, I
have your permission to lot them?"
The master of the house crossed tue
stile, the low sun shining on his shock
of gray hair, and stood before the man-
tit S
hunter. He spoke so that his voice
carried (o 'the waiting group In tbe
road.
"Ye'ro plumb welcomo ter turn them
dawgs loose, an' let 'em rumble,
stranger. Nobody hain't a-goln ter
hurt 'em. I sees some fellers out thar
with ye thet mustn't cross my fence.
Ef they does" the voice rang men
acingly "hlt'll mean that they're
a-bustln the truce an' they won't
never go out ag'ln. Hut you air safe
In hyar. I gives yer ray hand on thet.
Ye'ro welcome, an' yoro dawgs Is wel
come. I huln't got nothln' 'gainst
dawgs thet comes on four legs, but I
shore bars the two-legged kind."
There was a murmur of astonish
ment from the road. Disregarding It
Splcer South turned bis face toward
tbe house.
"Vpu boys kin come out," he stout
er, "an' leave yore guns Inside."
Tho 'rashes v-ere slipped from the
dogs. They leaped forward, and made
directly for Samson, who sat as un
moving as a lifeless Image on the top
step of the rllle. There was a half-moment
of terrific suspense, then the
beasts clambered by the seated figure,
passing on each side and circled aim
lessly about the yard their quest un
ended. They sniffed Indifferently about
the trouser legs of the men who saun
tered Indolently out of the door. They
trotted Into tbe house and out again,
and mingled with the mongrel home
pack that Snarled and growled hos
tility for this Invasion. Then, they
came once more to tho stile. As tbey
climbed out, Samson South reached
up and stroked a tawny head, and the
Lioodhound paused a moment to wag
Its tall in friendship, before It Jumped
down to the road, and trotted gingerly
onward.
"I'm obliged to you, sir," said the
man from the Bluegrass, with a voice
of Immense relief.
The moment of suspense seemed
past, and, In the relief of the averted
clash, the master of hounds forgot
that his dogs stood branded as false
trailers. Hut when be rejoined tbe
group In the road he found himself
looking Into eurly visages, and the
features of Jim Hollman In particular
wero black In their scowl of smolder
ing wrath.
"Why didn't ye ax him," growled
the kinsman of the man who had been
Bhot, "whar the other feller's at?"
"What other fellow?" echoed the
Lexington man.
Jim I (oilman's voice rose trucu
lently, and his words drifted, as he
meant them to, across to the ears of
tbe clansmen who stood In the yard
of Splcer South.
"Them dawgs of your'n come up
M leery ahellin. They hain't never
turned aside, an' onless they're plumb
ornery, no-'count curs thet don't know
their business, tbey come for some
reason. The seemed mighty Inter
ested In glttlu' hyar. Ax them fellers
In thar who's been hyur thet hain't
hyar now? Who Is ther feller thet
got out afore we come hyar?"
At this veiled charge of deceit the
faces of the Souths again blackened
and the men near tbe door of the
house drifted In to drift presently out
again, swinging discarded Winches
ters at their sides. It. seemed that,
after all, the Incident was not closed.
Tho man from Lexington, finding him
self face to face with a new difficulty,
turned and argued In a low voice with
the Hollman leader. . Rut Jim Holl
man, whose eyes were fixed on Sam
son, refused to talk In a modulated
tone, and he shouted his reply:
"I hain't got nothln' ter whisper
about," he proclaimed. "Go ax 'em
who hit war thet got away from hyar."
Old Splcer South stood leaning on
his fence and his rugged countenance
stiffened. He started to speak, but
Samson rose from the stile and said,
lu a composed voice:
"Let me talk to this feller, Unc
Splcer." The old man nodded and
SutiiKon herkoned to the owner of the
dogs.
"We hain't got nothln' ter say ter
them fellers with ye," he announced,
briefly. "We hain't axln' 'em no ques
tions, an' we hain't answerin' none.
Ye done como hyar with dawgs an'
we hain't stoppod ye. We've done an
swered all the questions them dawgs
hes axed. We done treated you an'
yore houn's plumb friendly. Es fer
them other men, we hain't got nothln'
ter ay to 'em. They done come hyar
because they hoped they could git me
In trouble. They done failed. Tbet
road belongs ter the county. They
got a license ter travel bit, but this
strip right hyar hain't the healthiest
section they kin find. I reckon ye'd
better advise 'em ter move on."
The Lexington man went back. For
a minute or two Jim Hollman sat
scowling down In indecision from bis
euddlo. Then he admitted to himself
that he had done all he could do with
out becoming the aggressor. For the
moment ho was beaten. He looked up
and from the road one of the bounds
raised Its voice and gave cry. That
baying afforded an excuse for leaving
and Jim Hollman seized It.
"Go on," he growled. "Let's see
what them d d curs hes ter say
now."
Mounting, they kicked their mules
Into a Jog. From the men Inside the
fence came no note ot derision, no
hint of triumph. They stood looking
out with expressionless, masklike
faces until their enemies had passed
ut ot sight around the shoulder of
tho mountain. The Souths had met aaa
fronted an accusation made after the
enemy's own choice and method. A
Jury ot two hounds had acquitted
them. It was not only because the
dogs had refused to recognize in Sam
son a suspicious character that the
enemy rode on grudgingly convinced,
but,, also, because the family, which
bad Invariably met hostility with hos
tility, had so willingly courted the acid
test ot guilt or innocence.
Days passed uneventfully after that.
The kinsmen dispersed to their scat
tered coves and cabins. Now and
again came a rumor that Jesse Purvy
was dying, but always hard on Its
heels came anoUier to the effect that
the obdurate fighter had rallied,
though the doctors held out small en
couragement of recovery.
One day Lescott, whose bandaged
arm gave him much pain, but who was
able to got about, was strolling not far
from tbe house with Samson. They
were following a narrow trail along
the mountain side, and, at a sound no
louder than the falling of a walnut
the boy halted and laid a silencing
hand on the painter's shoulder. Then
followed an unspoken commanl In his
companion's eyes. Lescott sank down
behind a rock, cloaked with glistening
rhododendron leafage, where Samson
hud already crouched and become Im
movable and noiseless. They hud
teen there only a short time when
they saw another figure slipping qui
etly from tree to tree below them.
For a time tho mountain boy
watched the figure and the painter
saw his Hps draw In a straight line
and his eyes narrow with a glint of
tense hate. Yet, a moment later, with
a nod to follow, the boy unexpectedly
rose Into view and his features were
absolutely expressionless.
"Mornln". Jim." ho called.
The slinking stranger whirled with
a start and an Instinctive motion as
though to bring his rifle to his shoul
der. But, seeing Samson's peaceable
manner, be smiled and his own de
meanor became friendly..
"Mornln', Samson."
"Kinder stranger In this country,
hain't ye, Jim?" drawled the boy who
lived there, and the question brought
a sullen flush to the other's cheek
bones.
"Jest a-pussln' through," be vouch
safed. "I reckon ye'd find the wagon road
more handy," suggested Samson
"Some folks might 'eplclon ye fer
slealln' 'long through the timber."
The skulking traveler decided to lie
plausibly. He laughed mendaciously.
"That's the reason, Samson. I was
kinder skeered ter go through this
country In the open."
Samnon met bis eye steadily and
said slowly:
"I reckon, Jim, hit mought be half
es risky fer ye ter walk upstandln'
along Misery es ter go a-crouchin'
Ye thinks ye've been a-shadderln' me.
I knows Jest whar ye've been all the
time. Ye lies when ye talks 'bout
paesln' through. Ye've done been spy
In' hyar, ever since Jesse Purvy got
shot, an' all thet time ye've done been
watched yerself. I reckon hlt'll be
healthier fer ye ter do yore spyln' from
t'other side of the ridge. I reckon yer
allowlu' ter git me ef Purvy dies, but
we're watchln' ye."
Jim Asberry's face darkened, but he
eald nothing. There was nothing to
sny. He was discovered In the ene
my's country and must accept the
enemy's terms.
"This hyar tlmo I lets ye go back."
said Samson, "fer the reason thet I'm
tryln' like all h 1 ter keep this truce.
Out ye must stay on yore side or
else ride the roads open. How Is
Purvy terday?"
"He's mighty porely," replied the
other. In a sullen voice.
"All right. Thet's another reason
why hit hain't healthy fer ye over
hyar."
The spy turned and made his way
over the mountain,
"D n him!" muttered Samson.
his face twitching, as the other was
lost In the undergrowth. "Some day
I'm a-goln ter git him."
Tamarack Splcer did not at once
reappear, and when one of the Souths
met another in the road the customary
dialogue would be: "Heered anything
of Tamarack?" . . . "No, he v you?"
"No, nary a word."
As Lescott wandered through the
hills, his unhurt right hand began cry
ing out for action and a brush to
nurse. As be watched, day after day,
the unveiling of the monumental hills
and the transitions from hazy, wraith
like whispers of hues to Btrong, flaring
riot of color, this fret of restlessness
became actual pain. He was wasting
wonderful opportunity and the crea
tive Instinct In him was clamoring.
One morning, when he came out Just
after sunrise to the tin wash basin
at the well, the desire to paint was on
him with compelling force. The hills
ended near their bases like things bit
ten off. Beyond lay limitless stream
ers of mist, but while he stood at gaze,
the filmy veil began to lift and float
higher. Trees and mountains grew
tallpr. The sun, which showed first
as a ghost like disk of polished alumi
num, struggled through orange and
vermilion into a -sphere of living
flame. Lescott heard a voice at his
Bide.
"When does ye 'low ter commence
palntln'?"
it was Samson. For answer the
artist with his unhurt hand, Impa
tiently tapped his bandaged wrist.
"Ye still got yoe right hand, hain't
WAVED FAREWELL BY PROXY
After This, Who Shall Say English
Business Man Is Not Full of
Resources.
The other morning, as a departing
transatlantic steamer was casting off
its lines and swinging out into the
stream, an elderly business man hast
ily embraced a lady who was one of
tho paBBengerB, and rushed down the
gang-plank to the wharf, soys the Lon
don Answers.
Going hurriedly up to a meluncholy
loafer who was watching the busy
irowd, the gentleman drew him behind
a pile of baggage and said:
"Want to earn a shilling or two?"
"You bet I do."
"You see that tody In black on the
bridge there?" said the elderly one.
"Certainly."
"Well. that'B my wife going obroad.
Now, of courso, she'll expect me to
stand here for the next 20 minutes,
while the steamer Is backing and fill
ing In, waving my handkerchief and
watching her out of sight. D'ye see?"
"I do, sir."
"Well, I'm too busy to humbug about
here; stock to buy, biz to attend to.
She's a little near-slchted, so I'll Just
engage you to wave this handkerchief
Instead. It's a big one, with a red bor
der, and as long as she sees It ehe'U
think It's me. Come up to 202 Hungup
street when they are well off. and I'll
pay you." '
"S'poBln' she looks through a tele
scope, or 8omethln'?"
"In that case you'll have to bury
your face In the handkerchief and do
the great weep act."
ye?" demanded the boy. The ether
laughed. It was a typical question. So
long us one hnd the trigger finger left
one should not admit disqualification.
"You see, Samson," he explained, i
"this isn't precisely like handling s
gun. One must hold the palette; mix
the colors; wipe the brushes and do
half a dozen equally necessary things
It requires at least two perfectly good
hands. Many people don't find two
enough."
"But hit only takes one ter do the
palntln', don't hit?"
"Yes."
"Well" the boy spoke diffidently
but with enthusiasm "between the
two of us we've got three hands. I
r.eckon . ye kin larn me how ter do
them other things fer ye."
Lcscott's surprise showed In his
face and the lad swept eagerly on.
"Mebby hit hain't none of my busi
ness, but, all day yeBtlddy an' the
dny befo', I was studyln' 'bout this
Jim Hollman.
here thing, an' I hustled up an' got
thet corn weeded an' now I'm through.
Ef I kin help ye out I thought meb
by " Ho paused and looked appeal
Ingly at tbe artist
LeecotJ. whistled and then bis face
lighted Into contentment
"Today, Samson," be announced,
"Lescott, South and Company get
busy."
It was the first time he had seen
Sumson smile, and, although the ex
pression was one of sheer delight, in
herent Bomberness loaned It a touch
of the wistful.
When, an hour later, the two set
out, the mountain boy carried the par
aphernalia and the old man standing
at the door watched them off with a
half-qulzzlcal, half-disapproving glance. 1
As the boy, with remarkable aptl-1
tude, learned how to adjust the easel I
and arrange the paraphernalia, Lescott !
sut drinking In through thirsty eyes i
the stretch of landscape he had deter-1
mined to paint
Then, while he painted, the boy held
tbe palette, his eyes riveted on the
canvas, which was growing from a
blank to a mirror of vistas and the
boy's pupils became deeply hungry.
The day of painting was followed
by others like it. The disabling of
Lcscott's left hand made the constant
companionship of the boy a matter
that needed no explanation or apology,
though not a matter of approval to his
uncle.
Another week had passed without
the reappearance of Tamarack Splcer.
One afternoon Lescott and Samson
were alone on a cliff-protected shelf,
and the painter had Just blocked in
with umber and neutral tint the crude
sketch of his next picture.,
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
"That'll be extra payment."
"All right. Time Is money. Ixok
sharp, now. You can kiss your hand
a few times at, say, a penny per kiss."
And closing his watch with a snap,
the overdriven business man rushed
off.
Tribute Money.
Fancy long ago said that the black
marks on either side of the head of the
haddock were made by tbe Apostle's
finger and thumb as they held him,
whilo extracting the tribute money 1
from his mouth. But alas for fancy!
The haddock Is not found in the Sea
of Galilee! Most of the fish there be
long to the barbel family, and no one
has ever told us authoritatively what
particular variety the tribute bearing
fish belonged to. Tbe "half shekel"
of the tribute was 112 grains Troy
weight of Bilvcr, say nearly a quarter
of an ounce, worth about thirteen
cents today, but greatly more In those
days.
Steel Barrels for Russia.
One of the European orders which
the war has sent to this country has
been obtained by the Pressed Steel
company of Sharon, Pa. It is from
the Russian government, and is for
100,000 steel barrels for use In the
Russian and Gallcian oil regions, and
the best part of it Is that hundreds
of thousands of these burrels are
needed, and have hitherto tycun ob
tained In Germany. Tbe Sharon con
cern will run day and night for many
weeks to All this order, which, It is
believed, will be followed by many
more of the same sort, for Russia
can hardly get the barrels ftom any
other country. i
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FURS and plushes and other warmth
conserving fabrics help to make it
possible for the devotee of the touring
:ar to face ordinary winter weather
and keep comfortable. Coats with
broad collars of fur that can be fas
tened up close about the neck, caps
that stick to the head and are soft,
shaped to protect the eyes and not to
catch the wind, with veils that cannot
come off all hnve' been planned for
her. Fur-lined gloves for the maid
that likes to drive, and the coziest of
overshoes, encourage her to defy the
weather.
Here are two caps that are thor
oughly practical and at tho same time
have the compelling virtue of being
good-looking. They are modeled after
the Jaunty Jockey-cap type, but huve
full, soft crowns and can be pulled
down over the ears.
In each of them the veil Is held In
place by narrow straps made of the
same material as the cap. These
straps are sewed at one end to the
cap and fasten at the other with
snap fasteners. This allows the veil
to be brought down over the face and
wound about the throat, or to be fas
tened up off the face or wholly de
tached. The cap at the left has a stiff visor
covered with cloth and lined with silk.
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EVERY woman likes to possess pret
ty and dainty accessories of dress,
no matter how fragile and short-lived
their glory nnd freshnoss may be.
Here are three of the new things that
have considerable durability to their
credit and are Indisputably attractive,
and therefore popular.
At the left is a corset cover of pale
pink crepe de chine and shadow lace
with shoulder straps and decoratlre
flowers of satin ribbon. Tho same mod
el may be bought In any of the light
shades and in white, at so modest a
price that almost anyone may gratify
a taste for "Just pretty things" by
buying it. A little can be saved by
making It at home, when the price
will be something leas than a dollar
for the material.
In making such small garments
there is a saving usually In making
two at one time. The width of the
silk and lnce Is sufficient when the
length required Is purchased to make
two corsot covers like that shown
here.
. A straight strip of the crepe de
chine Is decorated with three groups
of tiny hand-run tucks and hemmed up
along one edge. The other edge Is
Btltched by hand, If possible to a
strip of shadow lace of the same
length as the silk. The upper edge of
the lace Is bound with satin ribbon,
and Bhoulder straps of the same rib
bon lire sewed to place.
Three small ribbon daisies or flat
roses with pale yellow centers are
sewed to the front, and baby ribbon
Is run through the binding at the top
and the hem at the bottom, In order to
adjust the garment to the figure.
At the right Is a neckband of velvet
ribbon bordered with knife-plaited lace
and fastened with hook and eye un-
, FIbbon-Trlmmed Millinery.
Of the host of trimmings which
adorn the newest models, ribbons are
perhaps the highest in regard. Nar
row and medium widths of black
failles andtmolres are especially pop
ular and there Is a strong tendency
toward the use of very wide widths.
Two of the newest models show huge
flaring bows of very wide black black
moire.
Narrow failles are especially popu
. frr rnnlin: pnsted bows, which
are curled and twisted In all sorts of
f W-La- vim.
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Caps for the Autoist in Winter
Caps of this kind are ofii a nail
the same material as the cnat
The cap at the right is maH
mottled plush with a narrow, f
brim that takes tho place of a
In It the crown Is not quite
as In the cloth cap, beeaiiso the li
Is heavier and looks much like Id
The flouting veil Is long or r
of moro or less heavy chllTon
washablo quality and color. Caii
this type aro Inexpensive and
gcthor dependable. '
A Test for Linen.
Everything that's labeled linen
linen. It may be part cotton and
linen, and It may be mcrcerizod CA
with a very small portion of lin
It
To test the material you buy
llnpn. drop water on the goods.
Is all linen the moisture spread?
Idly and dries quickly. On cottord
fabric will remain moist for
time.
Glycerin is considered a better
than water. It causes linen to ai
transparent.
Another teBt for linen Is by bi
ing the yarn. If cotton the end
curl up, if pure linen the ends na
smooth.
Dainty Dress Accessories
der a ribbon rose set In wlllinW
age. This may be worn witli
ruche upstanding and Is a very
affulr to make at home, as the
plultlng comes ready made.
The little bow modu ofl"' r01
nrtth nnrrAiv vplvet ribbon th:i
wound over it. finishes a vkV
of velvet which fastens at ie
These bows, unattached io the l
are worn over standing ruches to
port the lace or mallne of whit 1
are made.
JULIA B0TT0MLE
Lace Novelties.
Wide flouncing, with a very na
design along the edge, is one oi
iieeiillnrltleB of this year's lan'S.
Is now and can be used In th 8"
where the skirt Is a series of
lapping silk and laco flounces. An
such dcBlgns Is the "Houlo ae
The narrow border which outi ng
deep Bcnllop Is a vine dotteo w
round balls of tho thread. Am'
novelty, fur luco, has so thick
ti.at it looks Hke
a. a i i.uii a double
scallops with this extremely Ml
border Is for the foundation
is unllned and covered to jui
the ankles with satin or tei
tunic. The ankles show tnrougn
lace flouncing.
Mats for the Table.
Very useful, Inexpensive tawe '
may be made from thick bro"
rugated packing paper, cut
and shnDe reaulred, an"
thicknesses, plnclng the snioot
races bacK to dsck. or
together at the edges, nnd cove i
ii onv other
wuu . iiiuBiui ui - rem
fabric. The covers muj h
and washed when they become
nrtrt hnnea. Very frenue
have the appearance of horns-
wins'
Ines. bandings, cascades
tassels of these narrow rl""
favored, especially for the
of wide, flat sailors.
Odd Bits of Fur.
This Is the season to go "
garret and dig oui you- - ,
As fur. trimming Is on e (
garment, the reaay-mu (j
can be touched up at borne 1