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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
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