THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURQ, PA. - 1 4 1 1 i 1 The Gail of the Gumberlands By Charles NevlUa Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes In the Play ICoprnihi. tail. It W. J. Viui ft CaJ U CHAPTER XIII Continued. "Dcr.r Samon: The war Is on again. Tamuruck Spicer killed Jim Asberry. and the Hollmang have killed Tama rack. Untie Spicer la shot, but he may get well. There is nobody to lead the Souths. I am trying to hold them down until 1 hear from you. Don't come If you dou't want to but the gun Is reudy. With love, "SALLY." Slowly Samson South came to his feet. His voice was in the dead-level pitch which Wilfred had once before heard. His eyes were as clear and bard as transparent flint. "I'm sorry to be of trouble, George," he said, quietly. "But you must get rne to New York at once by motor. I must take a train south tonight" "No bad news, I hope." suggested Iescott. For an Instant Samson forgot his four years of veneer. The century of prenatal barbarism broke out fiercely, lie was seeing things far away and forgetting things near by. His eyes blazed and his fingers twitched. "Hell, no!" ho exclaimed. "The war's on, aud my hands are freed!" For an instant, as no one spoke, he atood breathing heavily, then, wheel ing, rushed toward the house as though Just across Its threshold lay (he fight luto which he was aching (o hurl himself. CHAPTER XIV. Samson stopped at his studio and threw open an old closet where, from a littered pile of discarded background dsaperles. canvases and stretchers, he fshed out a burled and dust-covered pair of saddlebags. They had long lain there forgotten, but they held the rusty clothes in which he had left Misery. Samson had caught the fastest west bound express on the schedule. In thirty-six hours he would be at Hixon. There were many things which his brain must attack and digest In these hours. He must arrange his plan of action to Its minutest detail, because he would have as little time for reflec tion, once he had reached his own country, as a wildcat flung Into a pack of bounds. From the railroad station to bis home he must make his way most probably fight his way through thirty miles of hostile territory, where all the tralla were watched. And yet, for Ihe time, all that seemed too remotely ii real to hold his thoughts. , Ho took out Snlly's letter, and read jt o'r Cra. He read It mechanically and as a pkr of news that had brought evil tidings. Then, suddenly, another aspect of it struck him an as pect to which the shock of its recep tion had until this Urdy moment blinded him. The letter was perfectly grammatical and penned In a hand of copybook roundness and evenness. The address, the body of the missive and the signature were all In one chi rography. She would not have Intrust ed the writing of this letter to anyone else. Sally had learned to write. Moreover, at the end werj the words, "with love." It wui all plain now. Sally had never repudiated him. Bhe was declaring herself true to her mipsinn and her love "Good God!" groatied the man. in ab jectly bitter self-contempt. Ills hand went involuntarily to his cropped head, and drnpprd with a gesture of self doubting. He looked clown at his tan hoes and silk socks. He rolled back his shirtsleeve anil contemplated the forearm that had once been as brown and touirh as leather. It w;ia now the arm of a city man, except for the burn ing of one outdoor week. He was returrin? at the eleventh hour tripped of the faith of his kinsmen, halftripped of his faith in himself. If he were to realize the constructive dreams of which he had IhbI night so confidently prattled to Adrlenne, he snust lead his people from under the blighting shadow of the feud, lie mut reappear before his kin3' men as much as possible the boy who had left them not the fop with new (angled affectations. His eyes fell upon the saddlebags upon the floor of the I'ullman and he smiled satirically He would like to step from the train at Hixon and walk brazenly through the town In those old clothes, chal lenging every hostile glance. If they RISKS OF RED CROSS WORK Doctors Who Operate on the Field Under Fire Require Nerves That Are Steady. In the fighting area Red Cross work ers arc running greater risks than they have ever done in post campaigns. Those who succor the wounded do not ow wait until the end of a battle be fore they commence their humane work, neither do tbey remain in safety ome diHtanre at the rear. The num bers of the'w-ounded in modern battle are too great for that, and assistance must be given to them on the battle field Itself, with shot and shell whis tling around. Surgeons now make their way along the trenches under heavy fire, carrying small surgical cases which contain a number of ab solutely necessary medicines. These Include paln-killlng drugs, such as morphine, antiseptics and Byringes. On the wounded soldier himself a first-aid outfit can be found, as every military man carries In his knapsack a little packet of antiseptic gauze and a roll tit bandages. The surgeon makes his shot him down on the streets, us they certainly would do, it would end hi questioning and his angulHh of dilem ma. He would welcome that, but it would, after all, be shirking the Issue. Ho must get out of Hixon and Into his own country unrecognized. The lean boy of four years ago wag the somewhat fllled-out man now. The one concession that he had made to Paris life was the wearing of a closely cropped mustache. That he still wore had worn It chiefly because ho liked to hear Adrlcnne'g humorous denuncia tion of it. He knew that, in bis pres ent guise and dress, he had an excel lent chance of walking through the streets of Hixon as a stranger. And. after leaving Hixon, there was a mis sion to be performed at Jesse I'urvy'a store. As he thought of that mission a grim glint came to his pupils. All Journeys end, and as Sanson paefed through the tawdry cars of the local train near Hixon he saw several faces which he recognized, but they either eyed him In inexpressive silence or gave him the greeting of the "fur riner." As Samson crossed the toll bridge to the town proper he passed two brown-shirted militiamen, lounging on the rail of the middle span. They grinned at him, and, recognizing the outsider from his clothes, one of them commented: "Ain't this the hell of a town?" "It's going to be," replied Samson, enigmatically, us he went on. Still unrecognized, he hired a horse at the livery stuble, and for two hours rode In silence, save for the easy creaking of his stirrup leathers and the soft thud of hoofs. The silence soothed him. The brood ing hills lulled bis spirit as a crooning song lulls a fretful child. Mile after mile unrolled forgotten vistas. Some thing deep in himself murmured: "Home!" It was late afternoon when he saw ahead of hi:n the orchard of I'urvy'a place, and read on the store wall, a little more weather stained, but other wise unchanged: "Jesse Purvy, General Merchandise." The porch of the store was empty, and as Samson flung himself from his saddle there was no one to greet him. This was surprising, since, ordinarily, two or three of I'urvy'a personal guardsmen loafed at the front to watch the road. Just now the guard should logically be doubled. Samson still wore his eastern clothes for he want ed to go through that door unknown. As Samson South he could not cross Its threshold either way. Cut when he stepped up on to the rough porch ' : 1 kiY pi i v - r,' -r a "The War's On and My Hand Are Freed!" flooring no one challenged his advance. The yard and orchard were quiet from theij front fence to the grisly stock ade at the rear, and, wondering at these things, the young man stood for a moment looking about at the after noon peace before he announced him self. Yet Samson had not come to the stronghold of his enemy for the pur pose of assassination. There had been another object in his mind an utterly mad idea, it is true, yet so bold of conception that It held a ghost of promise. He had meant to go into Jesse Purvy's store and chat artlessly, like some Inquisitive "furrlner." He would ask questions which by their very Impertinence might be forgiven on tho score of a stranger's folly. Hut, most of all, lie wanted to drop the cas ual information, which he should as sume to have heard on tho train, that Samson South was returning, and to mark, on the assassin leader, the effect of tho news. In his new code it was necessary to give ut least the rattler's patient as comfortable as possible and, if he ran, drags him to a point where the bursting shells are not likely to Injure him. Then, on his hands and knees, the plucky worker mukes his way along the rows of dead and wounded, taking as many, if not more, risks than the "Tommies" themselves. Of course, working under such try ing conditions the surgeon cannot do all he would wish for the wounded. Iiy means of injections from his hypo dermic syringe he temporarily allevi ates their pain, and in serious cases stops bleeding by tightly knotted bandages placed round the Injured limb, while broken bones he puts in a "splint," provided, in many Instances, by the stricken soldier's bayonet. An Institute of Agriculture. More scientific farming resulting In lower food prices In cities is the avowtd object of the free Institute of agriculture which has been in prog ress In New York city throughout 20 weeks of the present year. The In stitution depends upon cooperation between the national department of agriculture, Columbia university and 1 v..: : 1 -,.,, tun Ut'urA sti-ltr-li nnrt ht i meant to strike. If he were recog nized, well he shrugged his shoulders. iut as he stood on the outside, wip ing the perspiration from his forehead, for the ride had been warm, he heard voice within. They were loud and angry voices. It occurred to him that by remaining where he was he might gain more Information than by hur rying in. "I've done been your executioner for twenty years," complained a voice, which SaniBon at once recognized as that of Aaron Hollls, the most trusted of Purvy'i personal guards. "I hain't never laid down on ye yet. Me an' Jim Asberry killed old Henry South. We laid fer his boy, au' would 'a' got him et you'd only said thcr word. I went Inter Hixon an' killed Tam'racli Spicer, with soldiers all round me. There hain't no other damn fool in these mountings would 'a' took such a long chance es thet. I'm tired of It. They're a-goin' ter git me, an' I wants ter have, an' you won't come clean with the price of a railroad ticket to Oklahoma. Now, damn yore stingy soul, I gits that ticket or I gits you!" "Aaron, you can't sr are me into doin' nothlu' I ain't aimin' to do." The old baron of the vendetta spoke In a cold, stoical voice. "I tell ye I ain't quite through with ye yet. In due an' proper time I'll see that ye get yer ticket." Then he added, with conciliating soft ness: "We've been friends a long while. Let's talk this thing over be fore we fall out." "Thar hain't uothln' to talk over," stormed Aaron. "Ye're jest tryln' ter kill time till the boys gits hyar, and then I reckon yo 'Iowa ter have me kilt like yer've had me kill them others. Hit ain't no use. I've done sent 'em away. When they gits back hyar, either you'll bo in hell, or I'll be on my way outen the mountings." Samson stood rigid. Here was tho confession of one murderer, with no denial from the other. The truce was off. Why should he wait? Cataracts seemed to thunder In his brain, and yet he stood there, Ills hand In his coat pocket, clutching the grip of a maga zine pistol. Samson South the old, and Sameon South the new wore writhing in the llfeanddeath grapple of two codes. Then, before decision came, he heard a sharp report Inside, and the heavy full of a body to the floor. A wildly excited figure came plung ing through the door, and Sainsou'a left hand swept out and seized its shoulder in a sudden rise grip. "Do you know me?" be inquired, ae the mountaineer pulled away and crouched back with startled surprise and vicious frenzy. 'v, uuiiiii J . viii vuiru in , v.. . Aaron thrust his cocked rifle -close against the stranger's face. From its muzzle came the acrid stench of freshly burned powder. "Git outen my road ufore I kills ye!" "My name is Sauison South." P.efore the astounded finger on the trigger could be crooked, Samson's pistol spoke from the pocket, and, as though in echo, the rifle blazed, a little too late and a shade too high, over his head, as the dead man's arms went up. Except for those two reports there was no sound. Samson stood still, an ticipating an uproar of alarm. Now he should doubtless have to pay with his life for both the deaths, which would inevitably and logically be at tributed to his agency. Hut. strangely enough, no clamor arose. The shot in side hud been muliled, and those out side, broken by the Intervening store, did not arouso the house. Purvy's bodyguard had been sent away by Hoi lis on a false alarm. Only the "women folks" and children remained indoors, and they were drowning with a piano any sounds that might have come from without. Now Samson South stood looking down, uninterrupted, ott what had been Aaron Hollls as it lay motionless at his feet. There was a powder-burned hole in the butternut shirt, and only a slender thread of blottl trickled Into the dirt-grimed cracks between the planks. Samson turned to the darkened door way. Inside was emptiness, except for the other body, which had crumpled forward ond face down across the counter. A glance showed that Jesse Purvy would no more light back the coming of death. He was quite un armed, Samson paused only for a momen tary survey. His score was clean. He would not again have ta agonize over the dilemma of old ethics and new. Tomorrow the word would spread like wildfire along Misery and Crlppleshln thut Samson South was buck and that his coming had been signalized by these two deaths. The fact that he was responsible for only one and that In self defense would not matter. They would prefer to believe that he had invaded the Btote and killed Purvy and that Hollls hnd fallen In his mas ter's defense a', the threbhold. Sam son went out, still meeting no one, and continued his Journey. Dusk was falling when he hitched his horse in a clump of timber, and, lifting his naddlebags, began climbing to a cabin that sat back in a thicketed cove. He was now well within South the New York stute department of agriculture. It is Intended that per sons who intend to go Into farming shall be better prepared for this pur pose, while those who are not fitted for that occupation may be deterred from attempting it. It Is also the hope that abandoned farms uear the city may be subjected to proper de velopment. Helpfulness Sometimes Resented. Sir Johnston Forbes-llobertson's "Passing of the Third Floor Hack" made a deep and lasting impression on Kansas City. It stimulates a fine desire to be more charitable and kind ly. "We remember," writes Franklin P. Adams of New York, "the morning after seeing 'The Passing of the Third Floor Hack,' we felt more than usually unworthy, and spiritual reform was working into our calloused heart. A young woman, carrying an achlngly heavy suitcase was walking up the subway stairs. 'Let me help you,' we said. 'Don't touch that!' she cried, as one about to bite. 'If you don't stop annoying me, I'll have you arrested.' Set, fearing the headline, 'Bard Gets territory und the need of masquerade had ended. The cabin had not for year beeu oc cupied. Its rooflree was leaning askew under rotting shingles. The doorstep was Ivy-covered, and the stones of the hearth were broken. Hut It lay well hidden and would serve his purposes ' Shortly, a candle, flickered Inside, before a small hand mirror. Scissors and safety razor were for a while busy. The man who entered in Im peccable clothes emerged fifteen min utes later transformed. There ap peared under the rising June crescent a smooth-faced native, clad in stained store clothes, with rough woolen socks showing at his brogan tops, and a battered felt hat drawn over hi face. No one who had known the Samson South of four years ago would fail to recognize him now. And the strang est part, he told himself, was that be felt the old Samson. At a point where a hand bridge crossed the skirting creek, the boy dismounted. Ahead of him lay the stile where he hud said good by to Sally. He was going to her. and nothing else muttered. He lifted IiIh head and tent out a long, clear whippoorwlll call, which quavered on the night much like the other calls in the black hills around him. After a moment he went nearer. In the shadow of a poplar, and re peated the cull. Then tho cabin door opened. Its Jamb framed a patch of yellow candle light, and, at the center, a slender Bllhouetted figure, In a fluttering, eager attitude of uncertainty. The figure turned slightly to one tide, and, as It did so, the man saw clasped in her right hand the rifle, which had been his mission, bequeathed to her lu trust She hesitated, and the man. Invisible In the shadow, owe more Imitated the bird note, but this time it was so low and soft that It seemed the voice of a whispering whippoorwlll. Then, with a sudden glad little cry, she came running with her old fleet grace down to the road. Samson had vaulted the stile and stood in the full moonlight. As he saw her coining he stretched out his arms and his voice boko from his throat in a hall-hoarse, passionate cry: "Sally!" It was the only word he could have spoken just then, but it was all that was necessary. It told her everything. For a time there was no speech, but to each of tlietrt 11 seemed that their tumultuous heartbeatliig must sound above the night nniBic, and the teleg raphy of heartbeats tells enough. But they had much to say to each other, nnd, finally, Samson broke the silence: "Did ye think I wasn't a-coniing back, Sally?" he questioned, softly. At that moment he had no realization that his tongue had ever fashioned smoother phrases. And she, too, who had been making war on crude idioms, forgot, as she answered: "Ye done snid ye was comin'." Then she added a happy lie: "I knowed plumb shore ye'd do hit." After a while she drew away and said, slowly: "Samson, I've done kept the old rifle-gun ready fer ye. Ye said ye'd need it bad when ye come hack, an' I've took care of It." She stood there holding it, und her voice dropped almost to a whisper as ehe added: "It's been a lot of comfort to me sometimes, because it was your'n. I knew if ye Btopped keerin' ler me ye wouldn't let me keep it an' as long as I had it I" She broke off. and the fingers of one hand touched the weapon caressingly. After a long while they found time for the less wonderful things. "I got your letter," ha said, seriously, "and I came at once." Aa he began to speak of concrete facta he dropped again into ordinary English and did not know that he bad changed his manner of speech. For an Instant Sally looked up into his fare, then with a sudden laugh, she informed him: "I can say 'isn't' Instead of 'hain't.' too. How did you like my writing?" He held her off at arm's length, and looked at her pridefully, but under his gaze her eyes fell and her face flushed with a sudden diffidence and a new shyness of realization. She wore a calico dress, but at her tbrout was a soft little bow of ribbon. She was no longer the totally unself-conscious wood nymph, though as natural and in stinctive as in other duys. Suddenly she drew away from him a little, and her hands went slowly to her breast and rested there. She was fronting a great crisis, but, In the first flush of joy she had forgotten it. She had spent lonely nights struggling for rudi ments; she hnd sought and fought to refashion herself, bo that, if be came, he need not be ashamed of her. And now he had come und, with a terrible clarity and distinctness, she realized how pitifully little she had beeu able to accomplish. Would she pass mus ter? She stood there belore him, frightened, self-conscious aud palpi Jail Term for Mashing,' we ran away, like the coward we were." Kansas City Star. Not a Thanksgiving Proverb. "Japanese bravery is perhaps due to Japanese pessimism." 'said the Jap anese consul to San Francisco. "The Japanese have a black strain of pes simism in their veins. This U evi denced by their proverbs. "There Is one proverb which, in its disparagement of the human lot, Is perhaps the most pessimistic proverb In the world. It runs: " 'To revenge yourself on your en emy, 'let him live.'" Development of Heat by Plants. The development of heat by plants In Dewar flasks has been studied re cently by H. Mollscb. The flowers, loaves, and fruits of a large number of plants showed great contrasts in the amount of beat developed. Most leaves and flowers developed consid erable heat; mosses, algae, and a num ber of common fruits, very little. Lichens and fungi showed a wide range In this respect tating, then her voice cume In a wbia per: ''SahiHon, dear, I'm not holdtn' you to any promise. Those things we aald were a long time back. Maybe we'd better forget 'em now and begin all over again." Hut again he crushed her in hla arms and hla voice rose triumphantly: "Sally, I have no promises to take back, and you have made none that I'm ever going to let you take back not while life lasts!" Her laugh was the delicious music of happiness. "I don't want to take them back," she said. Then, suddenly, she added, Importantly: "I wear shoes and stock- J1 - W Mil I 1 M ' If Pt' "I Have No Promises to Take Back." Ings now, and I've been to school a lit tle. I'm awfully awfully ignorant, Samson, but I've started, and I reckon you can teach me." His voice choked. Then, her hands strayed up, and clauped themselves about his head. "Oh, Samson," she rried, as though someone had struck her, "you've cut yore ha'r." "It will grow again." he lnughfd. Hut he wished that he had not hnd to make that excus Then, bMng hon est, he told her all about Adrienuc Lea cott even about how, after ho be lieved that he had been outcast by his uncle and herself, lie: had had ills mo menta of doubt. Now that It was all so clear, now that thep could never be doubt, he wanted the woman who had been so true a friend to know the girl whom he loved. He loved them both, but was In love with only one. He wanted to preBent to Sally the friend who had mode him, und to the friend who had made him the Sally of whom he was proud. He wanted to tell Adrlenne that now he could answer her question that each of them meant to the other exuetly the same thing; they were friends of the rarer sort, who had for a little time been in dan ger of mistaking their comradeship for pasxion. As they talked, sitting on the stile, Sally held the rifle across her knees Except for tbelr own voices and the soft chorus of night sounds, the hills were wrapped in silence a silence as soft as velvet. "I learned some things down there at school, Sumson," said the girl, slow ly, "and I wi3h I wish you didn't have to use this." "Jim Asberry is dead," said the man gravely. "Yes," Bhe echoed, "Jim Asberry's dead." She stopped there. Yet, her sign completed the sentence as though she had added, "but be was only one of several. Your vow went farther." After a moment's pause, Sumson added: "Jesse I'urvy'a dead." The girl drew back, with a fright ened gasp. She knew what this meant, or thought she did. "Jesse Purvy!" she repeated. "Oh. Samson, did ye ?" She broke off, and covered her face with her hands. "No, Sally," he told her. "I didn't have to." .He recited the day's occur rences, und they sat together on the stile, until the moon had sunk to the ridge top. Capt. Sidney Cullomb, who bad been dispatched in conimund of a militia company to quell the trouble in the mountains, should have been a soldier by profession. All his enthusiasm." were martial. The deepest sorrow and mortifica tion he had ever known was that w liich came to him when Tamarack Spicer, his prisoner of war and a man who had boen surrendered on the strength of his personal guaranty, had been as sassinated before his eyes. In some fashion, he must make amends. He realized, too, and it rankled deeply, that hla men were not being genuinely used to serve the state, but ns Instru ments of the Hollmans, and he had seen enough to distrust the Hollmans. Here, in Hixon, he was seeing things from only one angle. He meant tc leurn something more impartial. (TO UK CONTIM'KM.) Man dies after eating pluin food for 98 years. An object lesson against overeating. Birds Fly From Battle. One of the war correspondents has noted the complete absence of birds from the battlefields of northern France and the consequent profusion of spiders aud other cognate crawling things. Iiirds always desert scenes of heavy gunfire; and, what is more, they often do not return for many years. All birds left the theater of war In South Africa, and It is only now 14 yeurs later that thoy are returning Meanwhile South Africa has suffered from a vexatious plague of ground In sects "tecks," as they call them over there. It Is not supposed that the Afrlcnn, birds left the country, but that they merely retired to some re mote and peaceful part of the veldt. Different Now. "He's sure that the people can't be trusted to act wisely In great public matters." "That bo? Only last week I beard him telling Uiat he believed In the people." "I know. He was running for office then, and most of them voted for the other fellow." Detroit Free Press. Among Requirements of the Baby Girl 'TV I - U - S - t TV . ' . HANi 1' V 1 ALTHOUGH the baby girl disports herself nearly all the time In plain little slips of various sheer materials she requires occasionally finery of the finest kind. Wee tucks and narrow Valenciennes laces, hand embroidery (sparingly used and In the daintiest of patterns), are rolled upon for the little decorative finishings to her frocks for dally wear. And no matter how per sistently repeated, these things never grow tiresome. Every mother de lights In small garments finished with fine hand work. The painstaking care with which every stitch is set In place bears witness to the mother's care, whether the stitching Is done by her own or other's hands. Although the baby will look as sweet in the plainest of slips as in anything else, there are times when she requires extra finery to suitably honor a special occnslon. Then the wits must be set to work to use the means at hand to make her real "dress-up" clothes. Sheer, fine fabrics In cotton or linen, dainty hand era broidery and narrow valenclennes laces continue to provide the mate rials. Hut a little oddity of cut, a lit tle extravagance in embroidery, the Introduction of a bit of gay ribbon, and the employment of the finest fabrics give the holiday air that make her dress for state occasions. A fine dress of sheer bntlste for the llttie lady is shown In the picture. It Is simply rut, having the bottom edge trimmed Into points, the elbow sleeves flaring, nnd also finished with shallow prints. All raw edges are cut Into small scallops. These have first been stamped nnd buttonhole stitched with faultless exactness of needlework. Worn at the TWO odd nnd attractive hats are shown here, one of them In two views. Now that spring is near these are about the last winter de signs, and the pretty baretta finished with a taRsel at the side cannot be said to belong to one season more than another, for it is made of silk In twine color piped with black and hav ing the oddest of tassels of silk fiber which looks much like spun glass. Many similar hats, including those culled "Tipperary" huts, aro made of silk. They are the smallest of tur bans, with very scant, soft crowns, narrow ribbon sashes with hanging ends and decorations of small flowers and fruits made of silk. These, worn with short godet veils, in coarse net bound with ribbon, are harbingers of spring which appear before the ear liest robin. The second turban shown is made of panne velvet over a round frame. The velvet is managed so that one Wool on Gingham. . Word comes from Paris that many of the newest hats are' trimmed with em broidery done lu worsteds. This news gives added value to some attractive toilet boxes which are sold In some of the shops. They are made these boxes for handkerchiefs, gloves, veils and other knlcknacks of black and white plaid gingham, and around the edge of each box there Is a band of embroidery In worsted. They cannot be bought unmade, stamped ready for working, but the Ingenious woman i : v N 4 Ml i I u L n a At the front a pointed panel ut th bottom and top is outlined by the em broidered scallops, and the two panels are joined by a double line of scallops. In these panels beautifully made French knots are set close together In narrow rows. A small panel of the same kind adorns the top of each sleeve. At Intervals of about four Inches about the skirt near the bottom slashes are cut In the batiste and their edges buttonhole stitched. Through these a sash of wide soft ribbon, In light blue or pink, Is threaded and tied In the back In the simplest and limp est of bows. A nurrow edging of fine Valenciennes lace outlines the neck and all edges of the dress. It is set is a ruffle back of the scallops, with fine hand sewing. Worn under this fluffy frock Is petticoat having a ruffle at the bottom made of all .natlng rowi of valen clennes and '.urrow bands of batiste decorated with a row of French knots. The bottom is finished with the nar rowest of edgings of valenclennes lace. In such a frock the little wearer Is as splendidly arrayed as It is possible for her to be. Even so, this finery Is within reach of any mother who knows how to do fine needlework. Very little material Is required, and this is not expensive. It is the ex quisite, hand w rought decoration that makes these little dresses valuable. If such a dress must be bought ready made It will mean a considerable out lay of money; If made at home It means an outlay of timo which no one begrudges the baby Afternoon Ocert piece forms both the hut covering and the long, projecting loop at the back. The severe outline of the frame is softened by a wide, rich plume of os trich at the left side. It is posed al most flat against the body of the hat, displaying Its unusual width of due to the very best advantage. jyLIA BOTTOMLEY. Keeping Collars Clean. Every woman knows how hard it is to keep a lace collar clean while wearing fur next to It. Get three fourths yard lace five inches deep. Shir this one inch from edges onto a tape as large around as the top of your fur collar or fur piece. Sew fine snup fasteners on tnpj and the V' a 1 Vt other part of fasteners on inside of t fur piece, so when snapped together the lace stands up like a ruchlng around the neck. It Is Just a few mo ments' work to take It out and wash it and It keeps your collars clean. could easily cover boxes for herself In , that way with a pretty plolil glut-hum of black and white worked with a band of green and red and blue wool, in dark shades, all around the edge of the covers. We Conquered Nature. "Yes, gentlomen," said the geolo gist, "the ground we walk on ws' once under water." "Well," replied the patriotic young man of the party, "it simply Ooe to show that yo can't hold this country down." 7
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