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A prod of the six-shooter emphasized
the command. The sheriff
jumped. There was nothing else to
da He was still floundering about
on the inner margin of the pool behind
the falls when the Pearlhunter
landed lightly beside hiin, almost up-.
on him. The passage was dark?dark
as the Inside of a pistol barrel. It,
was a very reassuring fact. It meant i
that there was no candle burning far- j
ther ahead in the cave. He was in
time. Making sure of that very Im
portant fact, he thrust the revolver j
into the holster pocket at his hip.
grasped the sheriff by the collar and
hurried up the passage.
By the same subtle instinct that had
served hlin the night before, he knew
when he reached the point at which
the passage widened Into the cave.
There he loosed the sheriff's collar and
6truck a match. The sheriff caught
his breath and stared. The horse, the
candle in the cranny, the saddle and
spurs, the feed?all just^ as It had
been described to him. *' ?
"I never knew there was anything
like this under Fallen Rock."
"You're probubly the third man that
ever did know it. Pick your steps
across those slivers of shale there and
get Into that pocket behind the hay.
Hurry! We mustn't show much light.
He's due an* minute."
The one match served. So urgently
did the Pearlhunter consider the need
of haste that before It was gone they
were crowded well back in the pocket
beliiud the hay.
"The instant you're convinced Tra
cot the Red Mask, nudge me, and I'll
give your revolver back. And I
needn't tell you tnat wnen tne time
comes to act, we've got to act quick."
The two men had'stood In the pocket
for what must have been half an
hour, and the throb of the Pearlhunter's
wound was becoming almost unbearable,
when the horse grew suddenly
quiet The Pearlhunter sank
low In the cover and pulled the sheriff
down beside him. A match scraped;
a sputtering flame hunted the candle
In the cranny; the cave, the horse,
.the jaunty form of the man they awaited
sprang out of the dark.
He came straight to the horse; the
one friend absolutely true to him in
all his dangerous world; the one
friend who still regarded him as a
gentleman. ' The horse reached out his
nose to meet him; rubbed his shoulder
with his head. A moment the man
gave to the caress, then hurried to
^ thq corn sack, laid three ears upon
INHSfl roc^'- and turned to the hay.
Now was the critical instant. If they
escaped his glance now?I But he
was totally unsuspecting. Without
raising his eyes as far as the pocket,
he grabbed up a handful or two of the
brightest straws and turned back to
the horse.
"Short rations, tonight. Rocket; and 1
I'll make your toilet while you eat." j
He took down from near where the
saddle hung a curry comb nnd brush (
from another of the numerous cran- j
nies of t"he cave and proceeded, with
surprising skill and quickness, to 1
groom the horse. The task completed,
he laid hack the brush and curry
comb, and, lifting the feet of the horse,
examined them one by one. nail by
naH, afterward running his hands
down, the horse's limbs and lingering i
over each joint, finally summing up
the ' Inspection by listening with no
little care to the animal's breathing.
It was the work of a master. The inspection
over, he took the saddle down
from the wall, threw It on the horse,
drew the girths, hung the bridle on the
horn, unstrapped his spurs from the
hack of the saddle and buckled them
to his heels.'
"I wish I knew." he muttered, half
to himself, apparently hnlf to his
dumb companion, as he waited for the
animal to finish his supper, "whether
that Pearlhunter has left. It looks
like he had. And yet. that's not like
his breed?to cut out. Still, there's
always a chance." Fie seemed to
meditate: flung up his head with a
bitter grimace and a toss of his hand.
"Chaftce!" he growled. "What's life
without its chance! Life! Huh! AI
game of chance?with the cards
stacked, and the devil's deal! Rocket,
you'll carry double tonight. Yellow
curls, eyes like bluebells and ankles
?! But high headed?she came devilish
nigh shootin' me this afternoon!
But the harder to tame, the better
worth tamin'."
The Pearlhunter was writhing back
In the pocket, his fuce like the rock
he crouched against; but the sheriff
hadn't nudged him.
The Red Mask looked down at the
fast disappearing provender before
the horse, walked back and forth
across, the cave a time or two, turned
and stood for a moment or two fumbling
beLInd the oak root where it
had been tied.
"That sheriff." He straightened,
threw up his head and laughed boisterously.
"He couldn't find a lost elephant.
let alone a wonderful, wee little
drop of distilled vttchery like
this."
From the dry ^lay and shale back
of the oak root he had drawn forth a
small plush box. With the word "this"
tie blew the dust off, and pushed in
the catch. The lid flipped up. On the
tiny cushion lay the Blue Moon
twiukling In the candle-light, not unlike
the princess that waked up in the
cave of the iragon.
At last came the sheriff's nudge.
The Fearlhunter quietly passed his revolver
over. There couldn't have been
a sound In the act louder than the
drawing of a breath, but somehow it
must have reached the man by the
horse. There came a change over his
face?a change so slight as to be as
?ood as Imperceptible; to bo felt
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glanced toward the pocket back of the
hay, the Pearlhunter would have acted
on the Instant Put he didn't glance
thnt way. Very leisurely he closed the
box, put It In his vest pocket and
looked down to see if the horse had
finished his supper.
The Pearlhunter was In the act of
pressing against the knee of the sheriff
in sign thnt the time had coine, when,
totally without a warning sound, without
the slightest preliminary motion,
there came a shot from behind the
horse that dashed the candle out. The
shot was followed by a scuffle of feet.
The Pearlhunter leaped the hny and
charged through the dense dark
straight at the horse. It wasn't there.
From the passage came the clatter of
hoofs.
Followed by the stumbling sheriff,
he groped his way to the mouth of the
passage. He was barely In time to
hear a splash, and the click of steel
upon the rocks of the pool.
CHAPTER XIV.
Man to Man and an Even Draw.
The candle lingered long that night
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old man was more than usually restless.
The girl hovered about his chair
constantly. She succeeded at last in
coaxing him down in his chair, where
he f-at groaning; mumbling in his
beard; and whetting the knife on the
pnlm of his hand. She had smoothed
the cushions behind his head and
stood stroking his face with her hand,
when, without the least warning, the
door flew open, and, sharply outlined
against the dark background of the
night, a man with a red mask over his
face stalked across the threshold.
He was, of course quite unaware
tlint the girl already knew his identity.
That probably explained why he had
put on the mask. It would be impossible
to describe the startling transformation
it wrought on his sinister
face. From out of all its many terrors
the night could not have selected
a more appalling one to fling into the
cabin.
The girl screamed and clung about
the old man in the chair. Her scream
seemed to rouse him. He glanced up.
rubbed his wide, pitiful eyes, and.
with a wild cry?more that of beast
than man?sprang from the chair with
a strength that sent the girl reeling.
The Merciless Arm Struck Again and
Again.
Ills sleeping senses seemed to wnke,
to recognize the object for which his
ghostly eyes had searched the woods
for weary years?a bit of red cloth
with a certain face behind it. His
"imf fmniP seemed to swell with a
strength tremendous. He raised the
knife and leaped toward the intruder.
A giant's strength, but with the disordered
unwieldiness of a stricken
mind. The knife barely grazed where
it was meant to kill. Before the gray
giant could recover his ponderous
strength to strike again, the Red Mask
had him by the wrist, and, seemingly
unwilling to risk the sound of a shot,
was raining blows upon his head with
the butt of his heavy revolver. It was
a horrible thing to see. The girl stood
with laced fingers, helpless with horror.
The first blow brought the blood
streaming out over the white hair and
d^abled the old man so frightfully
thut he ceased the struggle and stood
quivering. But the merciless arm
struck again and again until the vast
frame drooped, shrank together, the
knife fell from his fingers, his knees
gave way and he sank groaning to the
floor?writhed, struightened and laj
still.
The revolver was foul with blood
and pray hair. The murderer noticed
it, hastily wiped it away on a corner
of the fallen man's coat, thrust it back
into his pocket and raced the girl.
The spell was broken. She started
as if from a nightmare and sprang
back of the chair. Like a man pressed
for time, lie dashed after her. With
the chair between them, she managed
for a bare moment to keep beyond hit
hands, lie kicked the chair out el
the way. She darted toward the
kitchen door, probably with the hopt
of escaping to the woods, but he war
| too close to her. She whirled toward
the door of the bedroom. The tun
j was fatal, ills hands reached her and
I drove her back into the corner of tin
room nt the head of the couch.
She fought as only a woman fight!
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life itself. Since time begun the eartt
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gradually driven together behind he
back; a hot wild face near her owi
A step creaked the plank at the doo
Her assailant whirled at the sound an
she sank panting against the wall.
Just inside the door, his bod
crouched forward, his lips tight drawi
stood the tall form of the Pearlhun
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Things happened so fast In the ne3
Instant thpt words are too slow 1
keep up with them. It was man t
man, and an even draw. The tw
shots came so close together that th
hills out through the open door caugl
but one echo. But the shot from the dot
struck first?a scant little mite of a
instant first?and jarred the aim t
the other a trifle high. The shot froi
the corner merely clipped a bandag
at the top of *he Pearlhunter's shou
der, drew a little welt on the skii
and whistled harmlessly away into tli
night. The bullet from the door ev
dently found the core of the targe
The Red Mask bent backward. Tt
revolver dropped to his side. He trie
to ruise it again; seemed surprise
that he couldn't. He laughed oddl;
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and swore; stared round towaru m
gfrl; gasped and choked. The revolve
slipped from his fingers. He grope
with his hands, as If searching th
air for It; staggered, caught hlrasel
tottered, pitched heavily to the floo
The girl edged out of the corni
past his body and threw herself upo
the form of the old man. The Pear
hunter eased down the hammer of h
revolver, thrust It back Into his pocl
et, and stooped beside her. At tt
touch of his hand, she raised her hea
and knelt stroking the still face ar
crying softly. The Pearlhunter opene
the old man's coat and felt over h
heart
"He's alive!"
She laid her face down close an
spoke his name?the only name si
knew. There was no * response.
"Help me lift him to the couch
the man said.
They had the old man on the couc!
and the girl had run for water, whe
the sheriff, who had been far ou
stripped by the younger man, dashe
into the cabin. All three worked ov<
him. The Pearlhunter chafed 01
wrist the sheriff the other, while tl
girl bathed his face, washed the bloc
out of his hair, and strove to staunc
its flow by binding up his head In co
cloths.
Suddenly, without any warning sigi
of returning consciousness, the o
man plucked his hand away from tl
Pearlhunter and rubbed it over h
face. His eyes came open, but th<
were not the same eyes. And his fa<
was free from twitching. The gi
stared down upon him in wonder. Tl
Pearlhunter stooped low and marveh
at the startling transformation. N'<
ther knew, nor even suspected, un
the doctor explained it days later, th
the blows of the revolver butt hi
loosened the tiny bit of skull that hi
sn innc shackled his brain?loosen*
it at the expense of a far worse hui
but undoubtedly loosened it. Tlv
only knew that the eyes were free fro
the vacant stare; that his face w
calm with the light of reason.
He felt again over h!s face, seeim
astonished at the beard. His ey
calmly gazed up at the girl and stu
ied her a long time.
"You couldn't be Dotty?"
His voice was queer, hollow, quavt
ing, like some sound from anoth
world, so long had it goue unused.
"Oh. Daddy!"
She threw her arms around him ai
dropped her head on his breast. I
sat stroking her hair, finally rnis
her, looked hard at her, rubbed i
eyes and looked again.
"You must be Dotty. But you'
changed so since morning."
The girl seemed unable to tell hi
She strove for words, but none can
The I'earlhunter drew nearer.
"You've been?sick a long time, sli
he said. "Seven years. And you'
Just getting well again."
The puzzled eyes, suddenly waken
into a world new and strange, turn
toward him.
"I haven't the pleasure of your i
i qualntance," he said with the stat<
politeness of a day long gone. "M
I ask??"
"I'm?I'm?"
He hesitated, flushed. The gi
calm again, came to the rescue.
"He's the Pearlhunter, Daddy. H
! been?good to me?since you ve oe
| sick."
The old man reached out his hai
It seemed heavy for him. The Pea
hunter grasped It. He was startled
find It cold. He glanced hastily ir
the old man's face. A pallor w
spreading over it that was unralsti
' able?the momentary return to c<
1 sciousness was but the gleam that,
( the end of a gray day, sometimes flai
' out between sundown and dark. !
said nothing of it to the girl, who w
I happily busy again with the water a
I' bandages.
' i The sheriff had left the couch a
: ' was squatted over the body of t
i fallen bandit. The Pearlliunter h;
I pened to glance that way. The sliei
r1 beckoned to him.
I ! "This feller ain't dead yet," he sa
i J when the IVurlhunter had Joined hi
1 The young man stooped over t
J sprawled robber. He was still brea
i iug.
*j "He don't deserve It," the shei
i, went on, "but it's only common (
i ceney to get htm up."
I He put his arm under the man n
i raised him, while the Pearlhun
i brouaht a damp cloth from the ba.1
;1 by the couch, and wiped bis face. T
j touch of the cold cloth rallied him
}) "W'-terl" he mumbled, husky a
i; strained.
i The girl had turned and was lookl
j on. She ran to the kitchen and brou*
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r. revive him.' He opened his eyes and
d stared, like?a man trying to make out
objects In "a very dim light His eyes
ly caught the glitter of the sheriff's star,
i, frowned, raised, found the Pearlhunter
t- and strained hard at him.
"And It was? a cussed VVarbrltton
ct ?that got me at last!"
o "Who speaks the name of Warbrlto
ton?" came a hoarse voice from the
o couch.
ie The dying bandit started, rolled hit
it eyes toward the sound.
>r "What was that! That voice!"
n The Pearlhunter caught the foot of
)r tne coucn and moved it around so tn?
m two fast sinking men cguld see each
;e other. No sooner had the gray giant
1- on the couch caught a glimpse of the
X man on the floor than, with a great
ie cry, he tried to rise. His utmost
1- strength only served to bring him partt.
ly up on an elbow,?and that only with
ie the Penrlhunter's aid.
d "Martin Redmond 1" he cried?and
d almonst Instantly: "Where Is she?
y, The woman you dlstalned? And the
ie boy? Tell me 1 I've still the strength
?r to tear It out of your cursed throat!"
d The dying robber fixed his falling
ie eyes on the couch. Only God knows?
f, who glveth his gracd to the Just and
r. to the unjust?how he found strength
;r for further words. *
>n "Warbrltton?1" He muttered the
1- name huskily, the bloody froth upon
Is his lips. "She w&9 not dlstalned. It
was ail a mistake. I let you think It
ie because I hated you?because I loved
d her?because she loved you and not
id me. Twenty years she's roved these
>d rivers, pure as the dew at dawn. She
Is sleeps tonight In a grave four days old
at Fallen Rock."
He picked up his hand from where
'd it sagged down upon the floor, carried
ie It at great labor to his bocom, fumbled
under the fancy vest, drew forth a
" picture and laid it against his Hps.
The Pearlhunter snatched It away. The
k. action brought the picture near the old
fn man. He seized It, held It an instant
before his eyes, and with a deep groan
laid It against Ms bosom.
"And the boy?" he cried to the nmn
on the noor. 'Tine Doy Trie
(to BE? continued.)
h NOW KNOWN TO BE CLOUDS
Id
Up to Year 15 DO the Projections on
13 Mars Ha^ Been Thought to
1(1 Be Mountains.
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is The first obs wers of projections oq
^ Muft> OTTTSTfPB jted them to the same
cause that prod ices projections on the
rl moon?that 18^ noun tains. Such they
were"said to bejin France and at Lick.
?d This view, howiever, was In 1892 dlsputed
by W. a Pickering, who consld(1
ered them to lc not mountains, but
at clouds. This view was supported by
id A. E. Douglass, who observed them In
ld 1892 at Flagstaff, Ariz. The mountain
ed theory of their generation was shown
to be untenable and their ascription
ey to clouds proved to be the correct
m theory In December, 1900. Only a slnas
gle projection was visible In 1900, 1903
and 1905. As a mountain does not
ed change Its place, and as nothing was
es seen where something had been visd*
Ible. the phenomenon was proved to
not be a mountain peak. Now the only
other thing capable of catching the
?r* light before It reached the surface
er would be something suspended In the
air?that Is, a cloud. Deductions,
therefore, from the rarity of the phe11
d nomenon alone showed that the prole
Jeetions must be clouds. Furthermore,
ed the projection was smaller after the
lls lapse of 24 hours. The something that
caused It was not only not attached to
ve the soil, but was moving and dissipating
as It moved along. Clouds are
m. the only bodies known to us which ncJe.
count for these metamorphoses.
Clouds, then, and not mountains, are
[*." the explanation of the projections of
re Mars.?"Mars and Its Canals," by Per
civai Lowell.
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ed "Good Angel" Unappreciated.
Many times our best angels are not
ic- appreciated. The very fact that we
ily ure so accustomed to their ministry
ay makes them commonplace. Bill was
handy man at a certain college. He
didn't get rich on what he did b?t he
rl, knew more about tilings than any one
there. He Just naturally took the ree's
sponslblllty for everything. But no
en one appreciated him. In fact he became
something of a Joke and everyid.
body took occasion to shove off rerl
sponslblllty on him knowing that he
to could be counted on putting anything
Jto through that he undertook. So they
as worked the willing horse until he was
jk- picked up by a more appreciative conm
cern and the college lost a good angel,
ut Incidentally I might add, two men and
es a typist are doing the same work.?
He Grit.
as
nd Wasn't Open.
A rather green countryman had Just
nd returned from bis first visit to New
he York.
ip- "Well. SI," said the postmaster,
iff "what did you think of the metropo
lis?"
Id, "Wat Ray?" gawked the other,
ra. stumped by so big a word,
he "I asked how did you like the me*
th- tropolis?"
"Oh, that?'twan't open," said SI."?
"iff Boston Transcript.
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Jud Tunkins.
nd Jud TunkfiS says he doesn't believe
ter there Is any lion or tiger or other wild
sin animal as dangerous to human life as
'he a young woman who is showing off to
a rich uncle how fast she can run her
nd new automobile.
ng In traveling along the path of 11 fi
,'ht it's a good plan to keep to the right
fMPBOVED UNIFORM INTEBNATIONAL
SUNMTSOIOOL
Lesson
(By REV. P. B. FITZWATER. D. D..
Teacher of English Bible In the Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
'? 1921. Western Newspaper Union.)
LESSON FOR FEBRUARY 27
REWARDS OF FAITHFULNESS.
LESSON TEXT-Matt. 25:14-30.
GOLDEN TEXT?Well done, good and
j faithful servant; thou hast been faithful
over a few things. I will make thee ruler
over many things.?Matt. 25:23.
REFERENCE MATERIAL - Matt. 26:
31-16; Luke 19:11-27; Rom. 12:1-8; I Pet. 4:10.
PRIMARY. TOPIC?Doing Our Best.
JUNIOR TOPIC?Duties and Rewards.
intermediate And senior topic
?Faithful Use of Our Abilities.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC
?The Use or Neglect of Our Resources.
This parable, like that of the ten
virgins, is associated with the Second
Coming of Christ. In both Instances
the unprenaredness for His coining on
the part of the people is exhibited. In
that of the ten virgins their unreadiness
consisted In their failure of Inward
life?absence of the Holy Ghost.
In this of the talents It consisted in
their failure to properly use the gifts
which had been Intrusted to them. The
first was failure to watch; the second,
failure to work.
I. The Distribution of the Talents
(vv. 14, 15).
1. It was a sovereign act. He called
His own servants and distributed to
them his own money. The Lord did
not consult us as to our gifts.
2. It was an Intelligent act. "According
to his several ability." The God
who made us knows our ability to u?e
gifts, therefore has made the distribution
upon that basis. The reason some
have greater gifts than others Is due to
the fact that they possess the ability
to use them.
8. It was a purposeful act. The talents
were given to be traded with.
They were not given to be used for
one's own gain and profit, but as stock
In trade for the enrichment and glory
of the Master.
II. The Employment of the Talents
(vv. 16-18).
1. All the servants recognized that
the talents were not their own?that
they were responsible to the Lord for
the use made of them. We are not responsible
for the creation of gifts, but
for the employment of such gifts as
have been given to us.
2. Two servants used their talents.
The five talented man put his to use
and gained five more. The two talented
man put his to use and gained
two more. This shows that God's gifts
can be Increased. The exercise of any
gift Increases it. The faithful use of
what we have in the place we are will
prepare us for greater usefulness and
honor.
3. The one hid his talent. The fact
that one possesses but one talent
should not discourage him, buf should
make him strive harder. God sees not
reward according to what we possess,
but according to our faithfulness. The
crime of the one talented man was not
that he had but one talent, but that
he lild the talent which the Lord gave
him.
III. The Accounting for the Talents
(vv. 19-30).
1. Its certainty. There Is a day
coming when all must give an account
of our stewardship.
2. The time. This will be at the
coming of the Lprd. If we have done
well we shall then have praise. If we
have been unfaithful we shall then he
cast out from the presence of the
Lord. Watchfulness Is not Idleness.
3. The judgments announced. (1) Reward
of the faithful, (a) Praise?
"Well done." We all like to be praised.
How blessed will It be to' hear from
the very lips of the Lord the word
"well done!" (b) Promotion?"Be
thou ruler over many things." Promotion
Is desirable to all. Much of that
to which we look forward In life is
the passing from lower to higher privileges
and positions. (c) Entrance
upon the Joy of the Lord. The fivetalented
man and the two-talented man
received the same praise and same
promotion. (2) Punishment of the
faithless' The one-talented man lied
when brought to account. The talent
when dug up was not the same as when
It was burled?it was not of the same
weight. Gifts unused are lost. The
natural eyes lose their power If we
live continually In darkness. This Is'
true spiritually. The one who ceases
to grow In knowledge and grace loses
the capacity to grow, (a) Reproach?
he was called slothful and wicked. To
be called lazy is a reproach which
even the lazy man dislikes. (b)
Stripped. The talent which was given
to him was taken from him. (c) Cast
out He was condemned on his own
ground. The very fact that he knew
the character of the Lord should have
been an Incentive for him to have exerted
himself. His condition was his
own fault. In the day of accounts
there will be no excuse to De maae.
Choosing the Way to Travel.
Mnn cannot consecrate himself entirely
to God, and at the same time
give his best efforts and his best time
nnd thought to the world. The world,
apurt from God, takes an altogether
different direction from that which
God maps out. The world, apart
from God, Is prone to degradation by
way of license and self-indulgence. On
the other hand, the soul, under the
guidance of God's Holy Spirit, travels
along the way of sacrifice, obedience
and self-restraint. The supreme question.
therefore, for pnrh one
Still Doing Business.
Mrs. Trotter?Yes, we're Just back
from Colorado. We've been up to the
top of Pike's Peak.
Mrs. Homebody?Dear me! I've
heard my father speak of going up
Pike's Peak when he was a boy. I had
no Idea they still had it out there.?
Boston Post.
Which?
Envious Wife?Henry Withers hn?bought
his wife a lovely electric.
Husband?Electric vhat?vtisblut
machine?
Frocks of Crep
JUST why It Is that women from sqi
Maine to California are all seized sle
at one and the same time with a de- fri
sire for one particular kind of hat or W
frock, has never heen explained. But ap
so it happens, and some tine morning sil
milliners from everywhere begin wlr- fin
Ing Into their wholesalers for a cer- In
tain straw or silk hn{ and merchants qu
find one fabric has cast all others In ty
the shadow of neglect. Just at present th
there Is a furore for crepe-de-chlne. ne
Everybody demnnds It?In gowns, in
blouses, In hats, alone or In company tei
with other materials. Crepe-de-chlne fei
we have always with us, having bor- an
rowed it from (jnina many generations sa
ago, but we are newly awakened to sp
Its beauty. hn
Two very simple and very pretty ov
nfternoon frocks, shown in the llius- en
tration, are of the straight-line va- ar
rlety which can only be developed sue- ar
cessfully In crepes or other very soft et
and clinging fabrics. These are in tl<
crepe-de-chine, a blue at the left, with m!
deep hem and four tucks about the fit
skirt run with heavy silk doss. The re
Furbelows for
WPHE fairest thing In mortal eyes" I sa
I greets Eastertide with various sn
captivating furbelows In her possession.
Many of them are made of rib- m;
bons?Easter gifts of friends who love st
that beauty should go beautifully, be
for ribbons are the long-time friend of Fi
fair women. Every year they grow in
In Importance, appearing In all her rl<
apparel from head to feet and from pa
Inside out. There Is. therefore, a long sh
list of ribbon fineries to choose from, cu
If one Is looking for gifts that women Cu
love, leading off with shopping bags g?
and many other kinds of bags. Next tb
In Importance are girdles nnd sashes, mi
corsage nnd dress ornaments, and then ed
follow lingerie and lingerie decora- Ve
tions, with ribbons nnd laces combined fr(
in an endless variety of ways. iei
In the picture two bags, two girdles fa
and two corsage or dress ornaments ou
are shown, portraying new develop- te
ments of old favorites In ribbon acces- rll
sorles. A wide ribbon collar on a small mi
straw hat provides all that It needs
In the way of trimming, with ends
Joined under a long slide which might
be replaced by a knot of the ribbon
with equally good effect. One of the i
new offerings in umbrellas adds to the
Brief Style Notes.
Women who thought thp extreme In
dress had been reached decided that co
skirts might be made an Inch shorter an
without undue exposure. The knitted
stocking will he a net stocking with
lots of nir holes. The radicals gnlned
' a victory in hat decoration with the mi
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addition of numerous ?hr rumuii ui-waaorles.
Comfortable round-toed shoes
were left behind for the more dressy
light, pointed ones, and garments of Ch
wool mixture for spring wear seemed un
;o hold fuvor. of
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>e-de-Chine
unre-necked bodice and short
leves are finished off with plalnted
lis of cream-colored georgette,
here the frills Join the sleeves therepears
again the running stitch Id
k floss?the utmost In simplicity of
lsh. The designer must have fad
mind the fashioning of a refined and
alnt little frock without any frivoliabout
it. and the little cluster of
ree crocheted blossoms, posed on the
ck frill, bears out this idea.
The frock at the right Is more previous
and boasts several new style
ntures. It calls georgette to Its aid
id presents the long tunic, the full
sh and girdle, and bodice with
reading opening at the front, that
ive all marked this season for their
rn. It Is all In gray with outline
ibroldery on the tunic and about the
m's-eye. The georgette undersleeves
e unusual and becoming, and georgte
makes the bloused vestee. The
? of narrow ribbon at the front
Ight be In any of the new shades, as ^
imlngo, pink, tangerine, tonratot
d.
Eastertide
tlsfaction of the wearer of this
aart hat.
The two bags show novel decoration
ade of Tlbbons and applied with
Itches to a background of heavy ribin
In an Indefinite brocaded pattern,
uits and flowers, leaves with velng
indicated by perforations, make a
?h ornamentation across the lower
rt of the bag. The remaining bagr
ows a quaint figure In a swing, all
t out of ribbons and applied to a
rlously woven background. The
ing is simulated by a silk cord and
e skirt of the swinging lady by frills
ade of narrow ribbon with fancy
ge. The bodice. Is cut from a bit of
lvet ribbon and the face and arms
am pale pink satin. No detail ISneg:ted?even
a small bonnet frames the
ce, In which features and hair are
tlined with silk floss. Millinery cenrs
and foliage are supplied to the
>bon flowers in the two corsage ornaE?nts.
cottuoht rr vqtum nwvvu uvooh
Bright Colors for Coata.
A great ninny red, russet and henna
ats and dresses are seen these days,,
d many ure trimmed with gray fur..
Evening Frock.
The sleeves of an evening frock
ly he little shaped caps over theoulders.
Petal frocks are considered very
ic. As a rule they are absolutely
trimmed save for an oriental sort
girdle or a string of twisted cohU?