University of South Carolina Libraries
The Land of Br A Stirring Story of the Mexican Revolution (Copyright. 1914. b: s SYNOPSIS." Bud Hooker and Phil De Lancey are forced, owing to a revolution in Mexico, to give up their mining claim and return to the United States. In the border town of Gadsden Bud meets Henry Krugor. a wealthy miner, who makes him a proposi tion to return to Mexico to acquire title to a very rich mine which Kruger had Mown up when he found he had been cheated out of the title by one Aragon. The Mexican had spent a large sum in an unsuccessful attempt tc relocate the vein and then had allowed the land to revert for taxes. Hooker and De Lancey start for the mine. CHAPTER V. The journey to Fortuna is a ecant fifty miles by measure, but within these eight kilometers there is a lapse of centuries in standards. As Bud and * 3 ? "fl Kr?o/>orroH .U6 i^ancey roue uui ui uolhc-ov.i???^? Agua Negra they traveled a good road, well worn by the Mexican wood-wag ons that hauled In mesquit from the hills. 'Then, as they left the town and the wood roads scattered, the highway changed by degroes to a broad trail, dug deep by the feet of pack-animals and marked but lightly with wheels. It followed along the railroad, cutting over hills and down through gulches, and by evening they were in the heart of Old Mexico. Here were men in sandals and wom en barefoot; chickens tied up by the legs outside of brush jacales; long nosed hogs, grunting fiercely as they skirmished for food; and half-naked children, staring like Btartled rabbits at the strangers. The smell bt garlic and fresh-roast ing coffee was in the air as they drew into town for the night, and their room was an adobe chamber with tile floor and iron bars across the win dows. Riding south the next day they met vaqueros, mounted on wiry mus tangs, who saluted them graVely, tak ing no shame for their primitive wood en Eaddle-trees and pommels as broad as soup-platee. As they left the broad plain and clambered up over the back of a moun tain they passed Indian houses, brush built and, thatched with long, coarse grasses, and by the fires the women ground corn on stone metates as their ancestors had done before the fall. For in Mexico there are two peoples, the Spaniards and the natives, and the Indians still remember the days when they were free. It was through such a land that Phil and Hooker rode on their gallant ponies, leading a pack-animal well loaded with supplies from the north, and as the people gazed from their miserable hovels and saw their outfit they wondered at their wealth. But if they were moved to envy, the bulk of a heavy pistol, showing through the swell of each coat, discouraged them from going farther; and the cold, searching look of the tall cowboy as he ambled past 6tayed in their mem ory long after the pleasant "Adios!" of De Lancey had been forgotten. Americans were scarce in those days, and what few came by were rid ing to the north. How bold, then, must this big man be who rode in front? v and certainly he had some great re ward before him to risk such a horse among the revoltosos! So reasoned the simple-minded natives of the moun tains, gazing in admiration at Copper Bottom, and for that look in their eyes Bud returned hie forbidding stare. There is something about a good horse that fascinates the average Mex ican?perhaps because they breed the finest themselves and are in a position to judge?but Hooker had developed a romantic attachment for his trim little chestnut mount and he resented their wide-eyed gapings as a lover resents glances at his lady. Thie, and a frontier e<Jiir?tinn rendered him short-snoken and gruff with the paisanos and it was left to the cavalier De Lancey to do the courtesies of the road. As the second day wore on they dipped down into a rocky canyon, with huge cliffs of red and yellow sandstone glowing in the slanting sun, and soon they broke out into a narrow valley, veil wooded with sycamores and mes quite and giant hackberry trees. The shrill toots of a dummy engine came suddenly from down below and a mantle of black smoke rose majes tically against the sky?then, at a turn of the trail, they topped the last hill and Fortuna lay before-them. In that one moment they were set back again fifty miles?clear back across the line?for Fortuna was American, from the power-house on the creek bank to the mammoth con centrator on the hill. All the buildings were of stone, square and uniform. First a central plaza, flanked with offices and ware houses; then behind them barracks and lodging houses and trim cottages in orderly rows; and over across the nnn vnr 1 r\nrr\ orl thp hllO'P Vill 1 Vr nf tho mill i.iv win and the concentrator with its aerial tramway and endless row of gliding buckets. Only on the lower hills, where the rough country rock cropped up and nature was at Its worst, only there did the real Mexico creep in and assert it self in a crude huddle of half-Indian huts; the dwellings of the care-free na tives. "Well, by Jove!" exclaimed De Lan cey, surveying the scene with an ap praising eye. "this doesn't look very much like Mexico?or a revolution, either!" "No, it don't," admitted Bud; "every thing running full blast, too. Look at that ore train coming around the hill!" "Gee, what a burg!" raved Phil; "say, there's some class to this?what? If I mistake not, we'll be able to find a few congenial spirits here to help us spend our money. Talk about a com pany town! I'll bet you their barroom is full of Americans. There'6 the cor ral down below?let's ride by and leave our horses and see what's the price of drinks. They can't feeze me. whatever it is?we doubled our money at the line." oken Promises J By DANE COOLIDG7, Author of ? "The Fighting Fool" "Hidden Waters" ? "The Texican, " Etc. Illustrations by Don J.Lavin ...V/ :vXw>:%v>>>X%v.v.v?v.v.vav.v.v.v.\v.v.v.v.v.v.v;v f Frtnlc A. M uoaey) Financially considered, they had done just that?for, for every Ameri can dollar in their pockets they could j get two that were just as good, ex j cept for the picture on the side. This ! Uooic woo a crrpjit Inducement for a ready spender and, finding good corn I pany at the Fortuna hotel bar, Phil | bought five dollars' worth of drinka, ! threw down a five-dollar bill, and got I back five dollars?Mex. j The proprietor, a large and jovial boniface, pulled off his fiscal miracle i with the greatest good humor and 1 then, having invited them to partake of a very exquisite mixture of his own invention, propped himself upon his elbows across the bar and inquired with an ingenuous smile: "Well, which way are you boys traveling, if I may ask?" . "Oh, down below a ways," answered De Lancey, who always constituted himself the board of strategy. "Just rambling around a little?how's the country around here now?" "OH, quiet, quiet: assured meir host. "These Mexicans don't like the cold weather much?they .would freeze you know, if it was not for that zarape which they wind about them bo!" He made a motion as of a native wrapping his entire wardrobe about his . neck and smiled, and De Lancey | knew that he was no Mexican. And yet that soft "which away" of his be trayed a Spanish tongue. "Ah, excuse me," he said, taking quick advantage of his guese, "but from the way you pronounce that word 'zarape' I take it that you speak Span ish." "No one better," replied the host, smiling pleasantly at being taken at his true worth, "since I was born in the city of Burgos, where they speak the true Castman. it is a amerent language, believe me, from this bas tard Mexican tongue. And do you speak Spanish also?" he Inquired, falling back into the staccato of Cas tile. I ^ "No indeed!" protested De Lancey in a very creditable imitation; "nothing but a little Mexican, to get along with the natives. My friend and I are min ing men, passing through the country, "Which Way Are You Boys Travel ing?" and we speak the best we can. How is this district here for work along our line?" 'iNone better!" cried the Spaniard, shaking his finger emphatically. "It is of the best, ana, Deneve me, ray friend, we should be glad to have you stop with us. The country down be low is a little dangerous?not now, perhaps, but later, when the warm weather comes on. "But in Fortuna?no! Here we are on the railroad; the camp is controlled by Americans; and because so many have left the country the Mexicans will sell their prospects cheap. "Then agiin, if' you develop a mine near by, it will be very easy to sell it ?and if you wish to work it, that is easy, too. I am only the proprietor of the hotel, but if you can use my poor services in any way I shall be very happy to please you. A room? One of the best! And if you stay a week or more I will give you the lowest rate." They passed up the winding stairs and down a long corridor, at the end of which the proprietor showed them into a room, throwing open the outer doors and shutters to let them see the view from the window. "Here is a little balcony," he said, stepping outside, "where you can sit and look down on the plaza. We have the band and music when the weather is fine, and you can watch the pretty girls l'roirt here. But you have been in Mexico?you know all that!" And he gave Phil a roguish dig. "?5ien, my frien', 1 am giaa to unset you?" He held out his hand in wel come and De Lancey gave his in re turn. "My name," he continued, "is Juan de Dios Hrachamonte y Escalon; hut with these Americans that does not go, an you say, so in general they call me Don Juun. "There is something about that name?I do not know?that makes the college boys laugh. Perhaps it is that poet, Byron, who wrote so scandalous ly about ue Spaniards, but certainly he knew nothing of our language, for he rhymes Don Juan with 'new one' and 'true one!' Still, I read part of that poem and it is, in places, very interest ing?yes, very interesting?but 'Don Joo-an!' Hah!" He threw up his hand in despair and De Lancey broke into a jollying laugh. "Well, Don Juan," he cried, "I'm glad to meet you. My name is Philip De Lancey and my pardner here is Mr. Hooker. Shake hands with him, Don Juan de Dlos! But certaiuiy a man so devoutly named could never descend to reading much of Don Joo-an!" "Ah, no," protested Don Juan, roll ing his dark eyes and smiling rakishly, "not inoch?only the most in-teresting passages!" He saluted and disappeared in a roar of laughter, an'd De Lancey turned triumphantly on his companion, a self satisfied smile upon his lips. "Aha!" he said; "you see? That's what five dollars' worth of booze will do in opening up the way. Here's our old friend Don Juan willing, nay, anx ious, to help us all he can?he eees I'm a live wire and wants to keep me arminri Prpttv Ronn we'll tret him feeling good and he'll tell us all be knows. Don't you never try to make me sign the pledge again, brother? a few shots just gets my intellect to working right and I'm crafty as a fox. "Did you notice that coup I made ?asking him if he was a Spaniard? There's nothing in the world makes a Spaniard so mad as to take bim for a Mexican?on the other hand, nothing makes him your friend for life like recognizing him for a blue-blooded Castilian. Now maybe our old friend Don Juan hae got a few drops of Moor ish blood in his veins?to put it po litely, but?" he raised his tenor voice and improvised? "Jest because my hair Is curly Dat's no reason to call me 'shine!'" "No," agreed Bud, feeling cautiously of the walls, "and jest because you're happy is no reason for singing so loud, neither. Theee here partitions are made of inch boards, covered with paper?do you get that? Well, then, consiutjrmg WLIU o iiiuuouij uoicuius, it strikes me that Mr. Brachamonte^is the real thing in Spanish gentleman; and I've heard that all genuwine Span iards have their hair curly, jest like a?huh?" But De Lancey, made suddenly aware of his indiscretion, was making all kinds of exaggerated signs for si lence, and Bud stopped with a elow, good-natured smile. "S-s-st!" hissed De Lancey, touching his finger to his lips; "don't say it? somebody might hear you!" "All right," agreed Bud; "and don't you say it, either. I hate ,,to knock, Phil," he added, "but sometimes I think the old man was right when he said you talk too much." "Psst!" chided De Lancey, shaking his finger like a Mexican. Tiptoeing softly over to Bud, he whispered in his ear: "S-s-st, I can hear the feller in the next room?shaving himself!" Laughing hearily at this joke, they went down stairs for iupper. CHAPTER VI. If the Eagle Tail mine had been lo cated in Arizona?or even farther down in Old Mexico?the method of jumping the claim would have been delightfully simple. The title had lapsed, and the land had reverted to the government?all it needed in Arizona was a new set of monuments, a location notice at the discovery shaft, a pick and shovel thrown into the hole, and a few legal formalities. But in Mexico it is different. Not that the legal formalities are lacking ?far from it?but the whole theory of mines and mining is different. In Mex ico a mining title is, in a way, a lease, a concession from the general gov ernment giving the concessionnaire the right to work a certain piece of ground and to hold it as long as he pays a mining tax of three dollars an acre pear year. But no final papers or patents are ever issued, the possession of the sur face of the ground does not go with the right to mine benath it, and in cer tain parts of Mexico no foreigner can hold title to either mines or land. A prohibited or frontier zone, eighty kilometers in width, lies along the in ternational boundary line, and in that neutral zone no roreigner can de nounce a mining claim and no foreign corporation can acquire a title to one. The Eagle Tail was just inside the zone. But?there is always a "but" when you go to a good lawyer?"while for purposes of war and national safety foreigners are not allowed to hold land along the line, they are at perfect lib erty to hold stock in Mexican corpora tions owning property within the pro hibited zone; and?here is where the graft comes in?they may even hold title in their own name if they first obtain express permission from the< chief executive of the republic. Not having any drag with the chief SURE TO GET MIXED, ANYWAY Hotelkeeper's Reasoning Settled All Argument About Clean Plate for the Drummer. The drummer from New York was making his first trip through Maine and had traveled up into the Aroos took region, where the towns are small and far "apart and the chief prod ucts potatoes and Christmas trees. Xere he stopped over night in a hamlet that possessed merely a very primitive inn. At dinner there was no soup, but ho was served with fish. Then instead of his .plate being changed the waitress came with a platter of meat and placed a generous neiping carefully on one siae or ine fish bones. The drummer did not balk at that, for he was very hungry and ready to pass over almost anything for the sake of a good meal, aud he though it might be the regular Maine style. Presently, however, the girl brought in another platter full of pieces of pie and one of these she slid off on the same plate. Then the traveler thought it time to call a halt, for he had not yet become used to pie with fish flavor. The serving maid was a bit uncer tain whether he could have the clean plate he requested and called the landlord in, to whom the guest ex plained his trouble. The host listened attentively, but when the drummer finished he withered that modest New executive, and not caring to ilsk their 1: title to the whims of succeeding ad- t ministrations, Hooker and De Lancey, 3 upon the advice of a mining lawyer in Gadsden, had organized themselves J into the Eagle Tail Mining company, t under the laws of the republic of Mex ico, with headquarters at Agua Negra. i It was their plan to get some Mexican to locate the mine for them and then, r for a consideration, transfer it to the I company. The one weak spot In this scheme c was the Mexican. By trusting Aragon, Henry Kruger had not only lost title J tr? his minfi hut he had heen outlawed i Feeling Cautiously of the Walls. bestowed upon Hooker and De Lancey the task of finding an honest Mexican, and keeping him honest until he made the transfer. While the papers were being made out there might be a great many temptations placed before that Mexi can?either to keep the property for himself or to hold out for a bigger re ward than had been specified. After his experience with the aristocratic Don Cipriano Aragon y Tres Palacioe, Kruger was in favor of taking a chanco on the lower classes. He had therefore recommended to them one Cruz Slen dez, a wood vender whom he had known and befriended, as the man to pi ay tuts yai Cruz Mendez, according to Kruger, was hard-working, sober and honest? for a Mexican. He was also simple minded and easy to handle, and was the particular man who had sent word that the Eagle Tail had at last been abandoned. And also he was easy to pick out, being a little, one-eyed man and going by the name of "El Tuerto." So, in pursuance of their policy of playing a waiting game, Hooker and De Lancy hung around the hotel for several daye, listening to the gossip of Don Juan de Dios and watching for one-eyed men with prospects to sell. In Sonora he is a poor and unimag inative man indeed who has not at least one lost mine or "prospecto" to sell; and prosperous-looking strangers, riding through the country, are often beckoned aside by) half-naked paisanos eager to show them the gold mineB of Onlnli dnl. mo oyauiou pauico iui n uuuu*vu * lars Mex. <i It was only a matter of time, they <; thought, until Cruz Mendez would hunt them up and try to sell them the Eagle s Tall; and It was their Intention re- -v luctantly to close the bargain with ( him, for a specified sum, and then \ stake him to the denouncement fees r and gain possession of the mine. j As this was a commonplace in the s district?no Mexican having capital E enough to work a claim and no Ameri- ^ can having the right to locate one?it v was a very natural and inconspicuous f | way of Jumping Senor Aragon y Tree Palacios' abandoned claim. If they j discovered the lead immediately after- s ward it would pass for a case of fool's j luck, or at least so they hoped, and, t riding out a little each day and sitting t on the hotel porch with Don Juan the a rest of the time, they waited until pa- c tience eeemed no longer a virtue. t "Don Juan," said De Lancey, taking e up the probe at last, "I had a Mexican g working for me when we were over in r the Sierras?one of youf real, old- r time workers that had never been g spoiled Dy an eaucauon?unu u? waa i always talking about 'La Fortuna.' I guess this was the place he meant, but a It doesn't look like It?according to Yorker with a look of scorn and de- P manded: "What do you want of all them dif- j ferent plates, anyway? Have you got t partitions on your insides?" a And the drummer, realizing that the c hotel was charging him only $2.50 a ^ day, which had been exacted in ad vance, meekly subsided and ate his t pie humbly. The White Slavers, The late George W. Vanderbilt was j a scholar and, like most scholars, he i had little sympathy with the hypo I critical "white slave" movement that ^ I publishers and impresarios and film j i firms have been fosterinc for the I sake of gain. , Mr. Vanderbilt, after one of his rare t ! visits to the theater, said to a Wash- a I ington reporter: j "These are queer times, reactionary i times. Why, from the talk at the the- , j ater last night I really believe the g ! public wants the managers to etop ^ being white slave missionaries and so cial evil reformers and to go back to simply play producing." Carlyle and Ceremony. t Thomas Carlyle and his wife were | so wedding-frightened that it is sad r j to think of it. Replying to a letter j i of his describing his fantastic terrors, i she wrote: "For heaven's sake get t j into a more benignant humor, or the j incident will not only wear a very j, original aspect, but likewise a very f heart-breaking one. I see not how I n am to go through with it." li- i>\ lim II was a Mexican town. Majbe ie's around here now?his name was tfendez." "Jose Maria Mendez?" inquired Don ruan, who was a living directory of he place. "Ricardo? Pancho? Cruz?" "Cruz!" cried De Lancey; "that was t!" "He lives down the river a couple of niles," said Don Juan; "down at Old I'ortuna." "Old Fortuna!" repeated Phil. "I lidn't know there was such a place." "Why, my gracious!" exclaimed Don ruan de Dios, scandalized by such gnorance. "Do'you mean to say you lave been here three days and never' leard about Fortuna Vieja? Why, his isn't Fortuna! This is an Amerl :an mining camp?the old town is lown below. "That's where this man Aragr the : >ig Mexican of the country, has his anch and store. Spanish? Him? No, ndeed?mitad! He is half Spanish and lalf Yaqui Indian, but his wife is a >ure Spaniard?one of the few in the iountry. Her father wae from Madrid md she is a Villanueva?a very beau iful woman in her day, with golden lair and the presence of a queen! "No, xot Irish! My goodness, you Americans think that everybody with ed hair is Irish! Whv, the most beau iful women in Madrid have chestnut lair as sort as tne rur or a aormouse. t Is the old Castilian hair, and they ire proud of it. The Senora Aragon narried beneath her station?it wae n the City of Mexico, and she did not enow that he was an Indian?but she s a very nice lady for all that and lever omits to bow to me when she :omes up to take the train. I remem >er one time?" "Does Cruz Mendez work for him?" nterjected De Lancey desperately. "No, indeed!" answered Don Juan )atientlj(; "he packs in wood from the lills?but as I was saying?" and rom that he went on to tell of the un ailing courtesy of the Senora Aragon o a gentleman whom, whatever his )reoent station might be, she recog lized as a member of one of the oldest amilies in Castile. De Lancey did not press his in [uiries any further, but the next morn ng, instead of riding back into the illls, he and Bud turned their faces lown the canyon to seek out the elueive kfendez. They had, of course, been icting a part for Don Juan, since Kru ;er had described Old Fortuna and the A ?? <nrf + Vi + T*1 f T* 11 f QT1 <3QQ 7U11U1 nxagua nuu gicav ukumvvmwww. And now, in the guiee of innocent Grangers, they rode on down the river, >ast the concentrator with its multiple anks, feg gliding tramway and moun ains of tailings, through the village of Ddian houses stuck like dugouts igainst the barren hill?then along a iver bed that oozed with slickings un il they came in sight of the town. La Fortuna was an old town, yet not is old ae its name, since two Fortunaa >efore it had been washed away by :loudbursts and replaced by newer Iwellings. The settlement itself was lome four hundred years old, dating >ack to the days of the Spanish con [uiutadores, when it yielded up many nuleloads of gold. The present town was built a little/ ip from the river in the lee of a great 1dge of rocks thrust down from the till and well calculated to turn aside t glut of waters. It was a comfortable luddle of whitewashed adobe build no-o not nn finth nlrias of a narrow and ugo OVV vu wv rregular road?the great trail that led lown to the hot country and was worn leep by the pack-trains of centuries. On the lower side was the ample itore and cantina of Don Cipriano, vhere the thirsty arrieros could get a Irink and buy a panoche of sugar vithout getting down from their nounts. Behind the store were the )ole corrals and adobe warehouses md the quarters of the peons, and icross the road was the mescal still, vhere, in huge copper retort and vorm, the fiery liquor was distilled rom the sugar-laden heads of Yuccas. This was the town, but the most im ortant building?set back in the hade of mighty cottonwoods and >leaeantly aloof from the road?was he residence of Senor Aragon. It was his, in fact, which held the undivided ittention of De Lancey as they rode luietly through the village, for he lad become accustomed from a long ixperience in the tropics to look for omething elusive, graceful and femi tine in houses set back in a garden. Nothing stirred, however, and having ;ood reason to avoid Don Cipriano, hey jogged steadily on their way. "Some house!" observed Phil, with i last hopeful look over his shoulder. J "Uh," assented Bud, as they came o a fork in the road. "Say," he con inued, "let's turn off on this trail, -ot of burro tracks going out?expect t's our friend, Mr. Mendez." "All right," said De Lancey ab ;ently; "wonder where old Aragon ceeps that hee-uuiui aauguiei ui mo-? he one Don Joo-an was telling about lave to stop on the way back and ample the old man's mescal." "Nothing doing!" countered Hooker j nstantly. "Now you heard what I ; old you?there's two things you leave : ilone for sixty days?booze and worn :n. After we cinch our title you can ;et as gay as you please." "Oo-ee!" piped Phil, "hear the boy alk!" But he said no more of wine ! ind women, for he knew how they do ! omplicate life. They rode to the east now, follow- i ng the long, flat footprints of the bur- j os, and by all the landmarks Bud | aw that they were heading straight j or the old Eagle Tail mine. At Old I ''ortuna the river turns west and at I he same time four canyons came in ; rom the east and south. Of these ' hey had taken the first to the north . nd it was leading them past all the j ild workings that Kruger had spoken i bout. In fact, they were almost at ! he mine when Hooker swung down uddenlv from his horse and motioned | Jhil tc follow. "There's some burros coming," he aid, glancing back significantly; and then the pack-train came by, each nimal piled high with broken wood, he two Americans were busily tap ling away at a section of country ock. A man and a boy followed be lind the animals, gazing with wonder t the strnngers, and as Phil bade hem a pleasant "Buenos dias!" they ame to a halt and stared at their ndustry iu silence. In the interval 'hil was pleased to note that the old lan Uvd only one eye. (TO BE CONTINUED.! ..t , : '"iaSbfj : !$, RIDES to be, more than any one iLP.else, are interested in the superb trousseau made for the president's daughter. But a review of the gowns made for her, and other members of the bridal cortege, reveals an adapta tion of the present modes to individ ual taste and refinement that is in teresting to every one. The most noteworthy feature about all'the gowns was simplicity. In a season of conglomerations and elabor ations that often arrive at the stage of fussiness and shapelessness the gowns of Miss Wilson's trousseau were simple in design and yet con trived to strike the notes of the mode. Kurzman, to whom the daughters of multimillionaires appear to turn with one accord when they go a-trousseau ing, undertook the pleasant task of outfitting the White House bride, and accomplished it in a manner to won der at. Here is a picture of the bride, pho tographed In her wedding gown. The eown is of ivorv white satin, made with a long train, and the lines of the skirt unbroken except by a flat appli cation of magnificent point lace. The bodice is draped in the quaint and fascinating surplice fashion at one side with a sash of lace drawn over the shoulder at the opposite side. The underbodice is of chiffon laid in ir regular plaits and fastened with a small brooch at the point of the "V" 1 Really Clever ET is Interesting to note that bathing caps, designed along entirely new lines, are taking the place of simpler caps of rubberized cloth made all ex actly alike and without any reference to becomingness. The new caps are of silk and many of them intended to be worn over close-fitting rubber caps which provide the real protection to the hair. A pretty and strikingly original model is pictured here, made of taf feta silk, which is about as satisfac tory as any material to be had for hnthine- c-ans and suits. Women un derstand now that getting down to actual swimming and managing to look well when emerging from the wa ter are two entirely compatible things. Hut the cap and the suit worn are matter that demands serious atten tion. People who have leisure and money are going iu for athletics, more aud Spread of Chintz. With old-fashioned mahogany furni ture. the bed covering should be old fashioned. too. If you are fortunate enough to have an old quilt, made in an elaborate pattern, especially one that is pure white, use it on the old fashioned bed. Otherwise make a spread of chiutz, or else one of heavy homespun linen. An easy feat?to put one's foot in it when one attempts to stand on one's digity. shaped neck. It was- a1 triumph. The very long and moderately full tulle veil was arranged in a >cap for the head, with a wreath of orange blossoms set just back of the gathered fulness at the front. The Bhort face veil is thrown back, falling free from the head, but the remainder of the veil fells from the cap; into which ft is gathered acroes the back of the head. The bouquet of white orchids with; many loops of gauze ribbon and val ley lilies was provided with the usual pendants of ribbon and sprays of flowers, the longest reaching to the bottom of the gown. The gown may be taken as & lovely type of the regulation bridal dress with a concession to the present mode In the hanging of the skirt and the open, uncovered throat. The sleeves were rather full and long. It is a splendid achievement, and the rare lace that adorns it ought to outlast. generations of brides. It looks as if it might have been chosen with the idea of treasuring some memento of the gown, which adorned the bride, upon the great day in her life. This, and others of the trousseau, are worthy the study of women who refuse to follow exaggerations in style. The gowns are those of a woman of exquisite taste and a keen "sense of clothes." mi - :% S|& tfi Bathing Gaps more. A town without at least one swimming pool for women is about as much behind the times as a house without a bath tub. No woman should miss the benefits and pleasures of the simplest and pleasantest of summer sports; and one does not need to be long to the leisure class to enjoy the water. It happens that water is a commodity possessed by every com munity. The cap illustrated is made of a piece of silk folded over and stitched in one seam. It is made to fit snugly about the head and finished with a uarrow hem. Two tabs of silk are tacked on at the sides by way of mak ing the cap becoming. There is a great variety in caps and suits to choos6 from this year. The fabrics are inexpensive, and any one with the average knowledge of sewing can make them. JULIA BGTTOMLEY. Modern Lover. "I say, old chap, you're an extrava gant person. What you got there?a chrysanthemum ?" "Chrysanthemum! Dear me, no. That's a lavender wig for the adored one." Sure Enough. Church?I see residents of certain sections of St. Louis, Mo., are trying to force improved street-car service. Gotham ? What's the matter? Haven't they got enough straps?