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pend! pad an.' pishc t t ufituril Mm, he replied Id kind r“We are very 3 pl«d to welcome you to" the McKee family,’*. was what was written on the pad. J - flYery happy, imieed, to he with ybjtt,” wrote back -Ce •i^o/ne—and realized with a sort,of shock that he.meant it* -vTbe kindly greeting had touched him, The greeting and thebreakfast cheered liitii also,‘.lie hid -evidently piade some .headway \vith ill lie. _ . . VOGUES ^He was a famous man who had lost i —■ , • . • himself through fear, but found courage in an. inspiring woman’s love VANITIES JUUA BOTTOM LEY Mary. Roberts Rinehart asked, as he went utff. " * In K's I'nWintts y.qlk of life there Rad been no toothpicks; or, if there we’re any. tliey were kept, plonk with the family scandals, in «-closet. Bat nearly a year of buffeting about ha<] taught him many things. lie and-placed It nonchalantly In liis waist, coat pocket., as he had seen the others “It's fearfully hard work, of course,” he commented, when she had finished, ‘‘So i-< anything worth while. t Look at the way ybu-. work!” T ‘ ' ; "7"' ; Doctor Ed rose a ltd wandered around" tin* roorti, ^ V V ;“I don’t think ,1 like tin* Idea/’ he said at last, “it's splendid work for tin older woman, But it's life, cfflld— life in the raw. 'dt;scems such an un necessary sacrifice.,’’-x “Don’t you think,” said Sidney brave ly, “that,you are a poor person to*talk of sacrifice? Haven’t yon always, nil your life—” -■»’ Doctor Ed colored to the roots of ids straw-eojpred lmir:^, • • _ “Certainly not,” he said almost (m*' tably. “Max had genius'; 1 ‘hail—-abil ity.* . That's--■ different. Om» real suc cess isjielter than two halves. Not”— in* sajiled 'down at her—“not-that I minimize my usefulness. Somebody lias* to do the hack-work, and, if I do say it myself. Etna pretty aood hack.” “Very well,” gab! Sidney. - “Then I shall be a inn !., loo. Otyonrse I had thought of other things—my father wanted me to go to college—but I’m strong and willing. And one thing I must m'nke up my .mind to. Doctor Ed; .1 shall Imve to support-my mother.” ney went around the table and thing a youn-g arm over her aunt’s, shoulders. v~ “Why didn’t you -say nH- that a year ago? W’e'ye heeri selfish, .but >c’re- not as bad asVybU s thlnk. And if any one in this world is entitled to >ii' 'vss, you are. Of course we’li manage.” ^ Harriet’s iron repression almost gave way. She covered her etttQtldjil witli details:. - , “Mrs. Lorenz is going to let me niake Christine some tilings, a fid If ■they’re all right, i may make her trous seau.” “Trousseaiir-fhr Christine!”. “Slie’s^iiot engaged,'but her mother sa\v n > only a mutter of a short time. I’m going to take two rooms, in the business part of .fawn, and put a’couch in t lie-back rooln to sleep on.” Sidney’s mind flew to Christine and her bright fr.ture, to a trousseau bought with the Lorenz —money, to Christine settled down, a married wom an, with Palmer Howe. She calne back SFftfi ;m. effort. Harriet had two trian gular red spot j in her sallow cheeks. ' “I can get a few good models—that’s the only way to start. And if you care to do handwork for me, Anna, I’ll send In the ’ first installment we were introduced to Sidney Page, to Joe Drummond, herfv boy sweetheart, whom she promised to marry “after years and years,” and to K. Le Moyne, the , new roomer taken by Si^jiey and her mother in-order to piece out lfamily fininces. And in>this in stallment we see Sidney step ping into womanhood and mak.- ing important decisions right and left. «... . Clmiigc was in tlir very air of the Street that .1 line morning. It was ia 11;irriel, b.-;- riudit ij live; m Sidney. planning wltii-^ttger Cyes a life- of service which did Hot include .Iiiv^ain K,. l.e Moyne, who had built up a». wall between himself ajid the world., and was seeing it demolished bv a deaf-and-dumb book; agent whose weapon was a lead pencil pad! And yet, for a week nothing hap pened. Joe came in tin* evenings and Sgt on the Steps with Sidney, his hon est heart in.his eyes-. Anna, no longer sulky, accepted with childlike faith Sidney’.^ statement that, ’ they’d get along; "she.-had a splendid scheme,” and took to helping Harriet in' her preparations tor leaving. And K. Le Moyne, finding his little room hot in tlfe evenings and not wishing to in trude on tiie two on the;doorstep, took to reading his paper in the. park-, and 'after ttvilight-to long, rapid walks out into the country. The walks satisfied Sidney could not remember when ner Aunt Harriet' had not sat at the 'able. It was one oF her earliest dis illusionment to learn that Aunt Har riet, lived with tlftfiw not because ’she w iKill'd It). bt1t because Sidney s father ad borrowed R.er sit tuft patrimony and she wfiis "boarding it oiit.” Eighteen years she laid “boarded it ut.” Sidney had been 'horn and grown to girlhood; the dreamer father had gofie t-K his grave, with valuable patents lo.st for lack, of money to r^ new them—gone with his faith in him- .supper. 1 he man Jti a..4inHiienlary glimpse sagging shoulders, her the world uudimiuished—for he left his j wife apd daughter without a dollar of Harriet Kennedy bad voiced her own little lionise. Its kindly atmosphere seefned to rdach nut ;imi envelop. Within was order and quiet, Jhe fresh ness of his turjied-down bed. the tidi- - ness of his ordered garments. Life, that had seemed so simple, had grown v^ry complicated for Sidney. There WiTs her "mother to break the news to, uhd Joe. "Harriet- would ap prove, sin* felt; but tlies»* others ! To assure Anna that she must manage alone for ill red years, in order to be happy" and comfortable afterward— that was hard enough. But -to teTT Joe that she was planning a future without Jiim, i<» destroy" the light in his blue eyes—(bat hurt. fevnrr.v Stiff ftnrrgrout her hirmfc; “ “I suppose ...I,, must .do something. With you leaving, and Sidney renting her, room and sleeping on a folding l" 'l in tlie sewing. mom, everything seems upside down.. I never thought* [.should live to see struugemeu*ruuning in. and out of this house and carry; ing latchkeys.” ThlV reference to Le Moyne, whose tall figure hadjaiade a hurried exit some time before. • Harriet’s,eyes were brighter already as she went bfit. Sidney, kissing her, in tin* liaTT and wishing her luck*,real* ized suddenly; what a burilen she anil her motherhyist have been for'the last few yeurs| Sh«* threw her heud up proudly. They would never be a bur den again—never, as long as she had strength and health! ,y ’ 7 "1 By- evening Mrs. Page pad worked herself into h state bordering on hys- teria. Harriet was out most of the day. She came in at three o’clock, and Ka tie gave lu*r a cup of tea. At the news of her sister’s condition, she merely shrugged her shoulders. __ — “She'll not die! Katie,” she said calmly. “But see thut Miss Sidney eats .something, and-if she is worried tell her I said to get Doctor Ed.” \ eryisigniticnnt/oL.Harriet's altered outlook was this egsual summoning- of the Street’s family doctor. She was already dealing in larger figures. The ltvkb-.*vKn*-xs op-purt* adventure was in her blood Iroarimr but 1 dare, say ... iw.. r Your aunt.ought chntne. Only—I wisli it didn’t have to be.” Sidney, left alone, stood til the littl^ parlor beside the roses. Sin* touched them tenderly, absently. Life,.which the day before had railed her wifh the beckoning finger of- dreams, now- reached out grim, insistent hands. ineral, to one of her tieigWiors; “He left no insurance. Why should »* bother? He left me." To the lit¥ie- widow, her sister, she, ad been u<» leas hitter, and more ex- "It l<»ok> to uie^Anna," she said, “ns If by borrowing everything I hail Leorge had bought me, body and sold, tor the re>L of my nuturui life. -I’ll 'tay now until Sidney is able to take hold. Then I’m going to live my own life. It will pe a little late, hut the Kennedy's live a long time.” The day of Harriet’s leaving -had far away'to Anna Page. Sid ney was .-.till her baby. She had given* up hee dolls, but she still made clothes for them out of scraps from Harriet's sewing room. ^ Fn flie parlance of the Street, Harriet “sewed”—and • sewed The Smart Thing in Blouses ^lengthened and featured—is meeting with n single-hearted femiulne 'i-pprov- al and therefore the peplura blouse, In number less variations, Is here and Is the smart thing in blouses. - _~ x .It Is th<* business of hew blouses to be orlginul and they are fastened herej there amP everywhere, or not at all. Some’ of them slip over the head and are drawn If you nvk the world-famous style designers- bow It hnppens.’that a cer tain new idea is launched by several establishments at one and the time, you may depeiul upon a cj answer. They will tett you That thaT particular, styD* idea ’-’Is ill the air.” This is as near to an explanation as anyone can -get of the evolution of. styles. This .evolution brings along incidental revolutions, which are also’ “in the 7 air" and we are left .to ponder once, ipore the everchanglrig fashions. A new blouse' made its unheralded and tmobstructive entry on fashion’s stage. By way of adding a little something nevv ip the familiar role of the.blouse, a short skirt was attached to its belt—and discovered Itself wel- cotned with a glad ircdnlm. This skirt same CHAPTER III K. I.e Moyne had wakf*n**d early that first mornTng in his new quarters. Be cause he was young and very strong,, he wnkened to a certain lightness of spirit. But-he grew depressed as he prepared for-theoffice.-Tie told him self savagely, as he put on his shabby clothing, that^baving sought for peace and now found it. he -was an ass for up with ties about the day evening, coming 1 usual, he fouml her on .'HuT Jop gone. She mpy td'bly. The moon had wu: neck, In the blouse pictured, -of georgette cfepe; sleeves provide the original touch with shirrlngs tbat shape thenv over the shoulder' In the fashion of the raglau sleeve^.- The round neck Is bordered wlth\ fur, the seams outlined with fancy needlework.', Hand embroidery, in self-color, Is used for decoration and the peplumi falls to the thigh, —It has All. the earmark* ofjLbe smart thing In blouses. She had taken Anna into business with ‘tier, but the burden of the pa.rt- .’.crshlp ^tt'l always been on Harriet. To rtye 'ber credit, she had not com- plalnfsi. -She was past forty by that time, and her youth had slipped by in that back .room with its dingy,wall paper covered with paper patterns. <>n tie- lay after tin* arrival of the roomer,- Harriet Kennedy camd dews to breakfast a little late... Katie, the generiM-hpusework girl, .was .serving hreukfust. Mrs. Page, who had taken Hdvnniage of Harriet’s tardiness* to read the obituary column in tin* morn- rig paper, dropped it. But liar riet diil not sit down. now ^ly idea of luxury is to have the Street sprinkled on n hot night.” K. disposed of his long legs on the tdeos of luxury ;to a guiUVn hose dm a city street, /. 7 “I’m afraid you’re working too hard “I? I do a minimum of labor for mitTtnmnr-nf tvfrgef S,he bad taken rooms at a rental that she determinedly put.THTT of her mind, and she was oifTier way 4^-tm.y furni tun-.—Arn-nrrn tmlt rlng'7Tm K. was natively honest. He hesitat- ever experienced more guilty and de lightful excitement. The afternoon dragged away. Doc tor Ed was “out on - a case” and niight not be in until evening. Sidney sat in the darkened room and waved a fan over l"T mother's rigid'form.' At half past five Johnny Basenfeld. from the alley, who worked for u florist after school, hrouglu a box of roses, and departed grinning impishly. He knew Jo.*, had seen him in the store. alley knea- that Sidney hail received a dozen ■JClHarney roses at three dollars and a half, and was probably engaged to Joe Drummond. “Sidney, when.yotir father iheiT, I promised to look after both you and your mother until you were able to take care of yourself. That was five years ago. »»t' course, even before that I had helped to support y**u.’ r ‘If you '-vould only have your coffee, “No, Miss Page.” “ ' “But you go out* every evening!’ Suddenly thW truth burst 1, btr her. J “Oh. :de»r t” shp fl.OH »‘P djt i iiove—why, how* silly of you!” K. wiis most uncomfortable,. “Iteally, I like it.” he protested. “I hang over a desk all day, and in the j evening T want to walk. I ramble | around the park and see -lovers on ■hepehes—it’s rather , (hrrninig;”"‘ I i Quite suddenly Sidney laughed. “How very nice you are!” she said-r “and/how absurd! "Don’t you know I that, if you insist on walking the~| streets-ami parks at ni^lit h**cause ‘Jo** Drummond is here, I shall have to tell T Mrs. Page sat w!'h her hand-on the hand!# Of the old silver-plated coffee pot. Harriet ignored her. . j- ' « Vjp.. „ {_(* “.You ure a young woman now*. -You have'health amp energy, and you have youth, which I haven’t. I’m past forty. In the next twenty years, at the out side, I've trot not only to support my- self to save something to keep “Doctor Ed,” said Sidney, as he fol- lowed lier down the stuirs, “can you Sidney returned her gaze steadily. «- “I see. AV’ell, Aunt Harriet, you’re quite right. You’ve *l)eetu.a saint to us, but if you'wunt to go away—” “Harriet!” w ailed Mrs. Page; “you're not thinking*—” i — ^Please, mother.” * Harriet's eyes softened as she looked ; a t the-girl. . “We can manage,” said Sidney qui etly. “Weil ihiss you, but . It’s time we learned to depend on ourselves. ,A£ter that, iu a torrent, came Hnrri- et’s declaration oT independence. And, mixed with its pathetlc jumble Qf re? <"rimthation>, hostility tp"her sister’s dead*hasi>aud, and resentment for her. lost years, came poor Hhrriet's hopes him not to come? This did ,nbt follow, to K.’s tuind. They had rather a heated argument over it, and became much better aC- qimtirreir. “If I were engaged to him,” Sidney enUed. her cheeks very pink, ”1—I might umiorstand*. But. as I ;im npt—” “Ah'” said* K„ a trifle ubsteadHy. I Donft Think I Like the Idea, * Said. P*Thaps the elder Wilson had a quick vision of the crowded ofiict w airing -aerms the Street; but his re ply was prompt: -i’Any amount of time.” resenting 1t. The trouble was, of course, that he came of a fighting stock—soldiers and explorers; even a gentleman adventuref or two, had Been his forefather^. He-loathed peace with a deadly loathing. Having,given up everything else. ,K. Le Moyne had also .given up. {hh-bwv- -t*f woman. That, of course, Is figura tive. He had beeh too busy for wom en, and now ,he was too idle. ^ small part of his brain added figures in tin* office of a..gllS coiHima.v ilaily, for- tie* sum of two dollar*^and fifty cent's per | wuiiliiHi; Hwy. But (in* ii»nt" K. Le Moyne, t hfft had droamed dreams, 1 had nothing to do with tire figures, but sat somewhere in his head and mocked him a,s lu* woTkeiTaf" his task. -* lie breakfasted at’ Mrs. McKee’s, The food was rather good,, certainly plentiful; and even .his squeamish Sidney ted. the parloT,‘win*re Joe s roses, refused by the petulant invalid upstairs, bloomed alone. ,, . ■ “F irst of all." said Sidney, “did.you me. r rTT'-wtTTrr"yo'ff sai(i upstairs?" - ■— Doctor Ed thought quickly./ “Of course ; buT what ?” * “You said l was a i>orn nurse.” Wii«n Spring and Winter Meet_ and ambitions, afetfeaUw,?moat- orwtalVitf -ttoiseie. the tragic plea of a m south very soon. Mie^ has been there liefore'aml lielieves in prepared ness; lienee the warm coat. This one 4t»HTa liuinnietty"bw>k, hut;lTl7CTilTffl fo- fortifying, its wearer against a cold spell iii regions whiTe tie* inhabitants never recall anything like it. in the timism and energy of .^outh -thg grim letermi nation of raiddlb age. “I can do good work,” she finished. ’Tm full of ideas, if I could get a chance to work them OHt. But there’s no chance heffc. There isn’t a Woman on the Street who knows real clothes when she sees, them.” ^ Mrs. Page could not get back of Harriet •» revolt to its pause. To her, iio be i;o.N|Tixwi;d.j- the*right ear. It is the feature makes the hat important. s tin* correct tiling to have a hug itcli the hat. This furban divides rs with a 'bag of plain’gray and Editorial Comment. — Dour Sir: We ure herewith retiirn- ing the alleged poem you submitted entitled, “Oil, for the Wings of a Dove." For your Information we had saved and skimped y-that he still went shabby and drove tlje old buggy while Max drove about in an automo bile coupe. Sidney, not at all of the stuff murtyrs Are made of, sat in the scented parlor, and, remembering all and fastened wffh a morning appetite could find’no fault might add that, if you /keep on singing Tlte coat :j> ’ a familiar type of gray ami white striped chinchilla. It lias a lug adjii'Uiibie collar and flap pockets that will"keep the bunds wunrn'. and it JUi it^ahujihlwL IhmiQ s upy >^ae<>rfui jwiy exquisitely mnd^ and its .chief glory lies in its -finish—for thereby hangs another glorious t|isseL> * * with the self-respecting tidiness of the place. Some of the “mealers”—the Street’s name for them—ventured on jftjliat strain, you will siion he willing to compromise'on a second-hand *lieese sandwich^ Harriet was not an aririst. pleading for this, .was ashamed of hei^ rebellion various small fifhilliaTTties of speech I.e Aloyne himself When Flowerg Are Mpst Fragrant was scrupulously polite'but reserved.’' Tie was determined not to let the Street encroach on his wretchedness. Because he had cpme to live there wras no rea- sop why it should adopt him. But he was very polite. When the deaf-and- dumb book agent wrote something on a • inner deserting her trust. * "I’m sure,” she said stiffly, “we paid you back every cent we borrowed. If you stayed here" after Georgb died, it was because you offered to ” Her chin *wortea. She - fumbled for fb* houdirtivkiv* et her belt. Bat Sid ney, Doctor Ed waited. lie likrd to have all the symptoms before h«i made-a diagnosis or ventured au opinion.. So Sidney, trying to be cheerful, aod quite unconscious of the anxiety in her voice, told her story Flowers «-re more fragrant when the sun la not shinlnir- bn t hem. acced ing to a french scientist; hecau^o*the oils that produce the j»erfum« art forced out by tl * water pressure' Jb the plant cells nuu this 'a lUinlniahed by sunlight.;' . • materials tun.de for the-same sort of the new han( wear. "" v blouses. The faj The springtime turban- is Of gray «f the seamras, liw braid and Japanese ! mono sleeve, x an sill^"tiavlng a gray background. The colored beads m silk forms the crown and borders the over the threads ~ ■ % *> - V. j 4 ‘ 1