The Norman Transcript. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 40, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 26, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
Th story opens with the shipwreck of
the steamer on which Miss Genevieve
Leslie, an Amarican helrens. Lord Wln-
thrope, an Englishman, anil Tom Blake,
a brusque American, were passengers.
The three were tossed upon an uninhab-
ited Island and were the only ones not
drowned, lilake recovered from a drunk-
en stupor. Blake, shunned on the boat,
because of his roughness, became a hero
as preserver of the helplesH pair. The
Englishman was suing for the hand r
IVIlsa Ijoslle. Blake started to swim bat k
to the ship to recover what was left.
Bhike returned safely. Wlnthrope wasted
his last mateh on ;• < Igarette. for which
he was scored by lilake. Their first tneal
wan a dead ttali. The trio started a ten
mile hike for higher land. Thirst fit-
lacked them. Blake was compelled to
carry Miss Leslie on account of wearl-
#ie«8. He taunted Wlnthrope. They en-
tered the jungle. That night was passed
roosting high in a tree. The next morn-
ing they descended to the open again.
All three constructed Imts to shield tiiein-
Helvos from the sun. They then feasted
on cocoanuts. the only procurable food.
Miss Ivoslie showed a liking for Blake,
but detested his toughness. Led by Blake
they established a home In some cliffs.
Blake found a fresh water spring. Miss
Leslie faced an unpleasant situation.
They planned their campaign Rlake re-
covered his surveyor's magnifying glass,
thus Insuring fire. He started a Jungle
tire.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
Tllake picked a path along the edge
of the rill, where the moist vegetation,
though scorched, had refused to burn.
After the first abrupt ledge, up which
Blake had to drag his companions, the
ascent was easy. But as they climbed
around au outjuttlng coiner of the
steep right wall of the cleft Blake
muttered a curse of disappointment.
He could now see that the cleft did
not run to the top of the cliff, but
through it, like a tiny box canyon.
The sides rose sheer and smooth as
walls. Midway, at the highest point of
the cleft, the baobab lowered high
above the ridge crest, its gigantic
tnjnk filling a third of the breadth of
the little gorge. Unfortunately it
stood close to the left wall.
*'Hero's luck for you!" growled
Rlake. "Why couldn't the blamed old
tree have grown on the other side?
We might have found a way to climb
It. Guess we'll have to smoke out
another leopard. We're no nearer
those birds' nests than we were yes-
terday."
"By Jove, look here!" exclaimed
Winthrope. "This Is our chance for
antelope! Here by the spring are
bamboos—real bamboos—and only
half the thicket burned."
"What of them?" demanded Blake.
"Bows—arrows—and did you not
agree that they would make knives?"
"Uraph—we'll see. What is it, Miss
Jenny?"
"Isn't that a hole in the big tree?"
"Looks like it These baobabs are
often hollow."
"Perhaps that is where the leopard
had his den," added Winthrope.
"Shouldn't wonder. We'll go and
tee."
"lint, Mr. Blake," protested the girl,
"may there not be other leopards?
"Might have been; but I'll bet they
lit out with the other. Look how the
tree is scorched. Must have been
stacks of dry brush around the hole,
'nough to smoke out a fireman. We'll
look and see if they left any soup
bones lying around. First, though,
here's your drink, Miss Jenny."
As he spoke, Blake kicked aside
fcon e smouldering branches and led
the way to the crevice whence the
spring trickled from the rock into a
shallow stone basin. When all had
drunk their fill of the clear cool water
Blake took up his club and walked
straight across to the baobab. Less
than .'iO steps brought him to the nar-
row opening in the trunk of the huge
tree. At first he could make out noth-
ing In the dimly lit interior; but the
fetid, catty odor was enough to con-
vince him that ho had found the
leopards' den.
He caught the vague outlines of a
long body, crouched five or six yards
away, on the far side of the hollow.
He sprang back, his club brandished
to strike. But the expected attack did
not follow. Blake glanced about as
though considering the advisability of
a retreat. Winthrope and Miss Leslie
were staring at him, white-faced. The
sight of their terror seemed to spur
him to dare-devil bravado; though his
actions may rather have been due to
the fact that he realized the futility of
flight, and so rose to the requirements
of the situation—the grim need to
stand and face the danger.
"Get behind the bamboos!" he
called, and as they hurriedly obeyed,
lie caught up u stone and flung It in at
the crouching beast.
He heard the missile strike with a
soft thud that told him he had not
missed his mark, and he swung up his
club in both hands. Given half a
chance he would smash the skull of
the female as he had crushed her
blinded mate. One moment after an-
other passed, and he stood poised for
the shock, tense and scowling. Not
so much as a snarl came from within.
The truth flashed upon him.
"Smothered!" he yelled.
The other saw him dart in through
the hole. A moment later two limp
grayish bodies were flung out into the
open. Immediately after Blake reap-
peared, dragging the body of the moth
er leopard.
"It's all right; they're dead!" cried
Winthrope, and he ran forward to
look at the bodies.
Miss Leslie followed, hardly less
curious.
"Are they all dead, Mr. Blake?" she
Inquired.
"Wiped out—whole family. Thu old
cat stayed by her kittens, and all
smothered together—lucky for us! Get
busy with those bamboos, Win. I'm
going to have these skins, and the
sooner we get the cub meat hung up
and curing, the better.for us."
"Leopard meat again!" rejoined
Winthrope.
"Spring leopard, young and tender!
What more could you ask? Get a
move on you."
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One Moment After Another Passed, and He Stood Poised for the Shock.
Hlakc
"Can I do anything,
asked Miss Leslie.
"Hunt a shady spot."
"But I really mean It."
"Well, if that's straight, you might
go on along the gully, and see if
there's any place to get to the top.
You could pick up sticks on the way
back, if any are left. We'll have to
fumigate this tree hole before we
adopt it for a residence."
"Will it be long before you linisli
with your—with the bodies?"
"Well, now, look here, Miss Jenny;
it's going to be a mess, and i wouldn't
mind hauling the carcasses clear down
the gully, out of sight, if it was to be
the only time. But it's not, and you
have got to get used to it. sooner or
later. So we'll start now."
"1 suppose, if I must, Mr. illake—
Really, I wish to help."
"Good. That's something like:
Think you can learn to cook?"
"See what I did this morning."
Blake took the cord of cocoanut fi-
ber which she held out to him, and
tested its strength.
"Well, I'll be blessed!" he said.
"This is something like. If you don't
look out, you'll make quite a camp-
inate, Miss Jenny. But now, trot
along. This is hardly arctic weather,
and our abattoir don't Include a cold-
storage plant. The sooner these
lambs are dressed, the better."
CHAPTER X.
Problems in Woodcraft.
WAS no pleasant sight
that met Miss Leslie's
gaze upon her return. The
neatest of butchering can hardly be
termed aesthetic; and Blake and Win-
thrope lacked both skill and tools. Be-
tween the penknife and an improvised
blade of bamboo, they had flayed the
two cubs and haggled off the flesh.
The ragged strips, spitted on bamboo
rods, were already searing in the fierce
sun-rays.
Miss I^>slie would have slipped into
the hollow of the baobab with her
armful of fagots and brush; but Blake
waved a bloody knife above the body
of the mother leopard, and beckoned
the girl to come nearer.
"Hold on a minute, please," he said.
"What did you find out?"
Miss Leslie drew a few steps near-
er, and forced herself to look at the
revolting sight. She found It still
more difficult to withstand the odor of
the fresh blood. Winthrope was pale
and nauseated. The sight of Ills dis-
tress caused the girl to forget her own
loathing. She drew a deep breath,
and succeeded in countering Blake's
expectant look with a half-smile,
"How well are you getting along!"
she exclaimed.
"Didn't think you could stand It. But
you've got grit all right, If you are a
lady," Blake said admiringly. "Say,
you'll make it yet! Now, how about
the gully?"
"There Is no place to climb up. It
runs along like this, and then slopes
down. But there is a cliff at the end,
as high aa these walls."
"Twenty feet," muttered Blake.
"Confound the luck. It isn't that
jump-off; but how in—how are we
going to get up on the cliff? There's
an everlasting lot of omelettes in
those birds' nests. If only that bloom-
in'—how's that. Win, me b'y?—that
bloomin', blawsted baobab was on
t'other side. The wood's almost soft
as punk. We could drive in pegs,
and climb up the trunk."
"There are other trees beyond it,"
remarked Miss f.eqlle
"Then maybe we can shin up—"
"1 fear the branches that overhang
the cliff are too slender to bear any
weight."
"And it's too infernally high to
climb up to this overhanging baobab
limb."
\"1 say," ventured Winthrope, "if we
had au ax, now,' we might cut up one
of the trees, and make a ladder."
"Oh, yes; and if we had a ladder,
we might climb up the cliff!"
"But, Mr. Blake, is there not some
way to cut down one of the trees?
The tree Itself would be a ladder If it
fell in such a way as to lean against
the cliff."
"There's only the penknife," an-
swered Blake. "So I guess we'll have
to scratch eggs off our menu card
Spring leopard for ours! Now, if you
really want to help, you might scrape
the soup bones out of j'our boudoir.
and fetch a lot more brush. It'll take
a big fire to rid the hole of that cat
smell."
"Will not the tree burn?"
"No; these hollow baobabs have
green bark on the inside as well as
out. Funny thing, that! We'd have
to keep a fire going a long timo to
burn through."
"Yet it would burn In time?"
"Yes; but we're not going to—•"
" Then why not burn through the
trunk of one of those small trees, in-
stead of chopping it down?"
By heck. Miss Jenny, you've got
an American headpiece! Come on.
Sooner we gel the thing started, the
better."
Neither Winthrope nor .Miss Leslie
was reluctant to leave the vicinity of
the carcasses. They followed close
after Blake, around the monstrous
bole of the baobab. A little beyond it
stood a group of slender trees, whose
trunks averaged eight inches at the ! ""'3e 'hings each day in each home
they found that Blake had used ht
glass to light a handful of dry bark,
out in the sun, and was nursing it in-
to a small flte at the base of the tree,
on the side next the cliff.
"Now, Miss Jenny," he directed,
"you're to keep this going—not too big
a fire—understand? Same time you
can keep on fetching brush to fumi
gate your cat hole. It needs it, all
right."
Will not that be rather too much
for Miss Leslie?" asked Wlnthrope.
"\\ ell, If she'd rather cotno and rub
brains on the skins,—Indian tau, you
know, —or—"
How can you mention such things
before a lady?" protested Winthrope.
"Beg your pardon, Miss Leslie! you
see, 1 ni not much used to ladies' com-
pany. Anyway, you've got to seo and
hear about those things And now I'll
have to get the strings for Win's
bamboo bows. Come on. Win. We've
got that old tabby to peel, aud a lot
more besides."
Miss Leslie's first Impulse was to
protest against being left alone, when
at any moment some awful venom
ous serpent might come darting at her
out of the brush or the crevices in
the rocks. But her half-parted lips
drew firmly together, and after a mo-
ment's hesitancy, she forced herself
to the task which had been assigned
lier. The lire once started, required
little attention. She could give most
of her time lo gathering brush for the
fumigation of the leopard den.
She had collected quite a heap of
fuel at the entrance or the hollow,
when she remembered that the place
would flrst have to be cleared of its
accumulation of bones. A glance at
her companions showed that they
were in the midst of tasks even more
revolting. It was certainly disagree-
able to do such things; yet, as Mr.
Blake had said, others had to do them.
It was now her time to learn. She
could see him smile at her hesitation.
Stung by the thought of his half-
contemptuous pity, she caught up a
forked stick, and forced herself to en-
ter the tree-cave. The stench met her
like a blow. It nauseated and all but
overpowered her. She stood for sev-
eral moments in the center of the cav-
ity, sick aud faint. Had it been even
the previous day, she would have run
out into the open air.
Presently she grew a little more ae
customed to the stench, and began
to rake over the soft, dry mold of
the den floor with her forked stick.
Bones!—who had ever dreamed of
such a mess of bones?— big bones
and little bones and skulls; old bones,
dry and almost buried; moldy bones;
bones still half-covered with bits of
flesh and gristle—the remnants of the
leopard family's last meal.
At last all were scraped out and
flung in a heap, three or four yards
away from the entrance. Miss Les-
lie looked at the result of her labor
with a satisfied glance, followed by a
sigh of relief. Between the heat aud
her unwonted exercise, she was great-
ly fatigued. She stepped around to n
shadier spot to rest.
With a start she remembered the
fire.
When she reached it there were
only a few dying embers left. She
gathered dead leaves and shreds of
fibrous inner bark, and knelt beside
the dull coals to blow them into life. !
She could not bear the thought of hav-
ing to confess her carelessness to
Blake.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Drudgery in the Kitchen.
The path of progress is clear. There |
is no more reason why the woman
In modern civilization should scrub
and cook and darn and dust than there
is why these things should be done ;
by men. The development of lm- i
proved machinery and the growth of
labor saving devices of all kinds will j
finally obviate the necessity of doing •
Recent
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{ (o £ pMv -.'
1.—Model for a gown of white < hilton cloth, it nns an eccentric hut it-
tractive arrangement of heavy till t lace touched with gold and silver bullion
around the shoulders and on the skirt. Thf hut it a Gainsborough ol wlilt.o
lace trimmed with aigrettes of raspberry pink. The scarf is in the same color.
2.—Gown of pale lavender batiste with long narrow skirt Oblong panel
back and front made of net with vermicelli design of heavy tloss over its sur-
face. This Is outlined with twisted Soutache between two straight bands of
black velvet ribbon. Under arm pieces are of net with trimming of black
velvet ribbon. Shallow yoke and high stock of white net Hat of black with
Henry VIII. crown ol' lavender velvet Mat pins of amethysts set in tlligree
silver.
3.—Hat of black chip trimmed with two large plumes and stiff pleated
bow of jade green.
4.—Frock of dull pink linen with embroidered lingerie collar and cuffs.
It is trimmed with linen covered buttons and the s.i.h Is ni black satin Hit
of rough straw trimmed with large wired bow of black satin.
6.—Child's frock of white batiste with bertha of lace and rosette of pa'e
blue satin ribbon. Lingerie hat ol eyelet . mbroidcrv ivith scarf aud bow of
pale blue satin.
IN SOFT QUALITY OF LINEN'FOR AN ALL-BLACK COSTUME
Model That Would Make Up Well in | Always Well to Have One for Genuine
Any Light Color, Preferably
Pale Green.
Linens are made in such delight-
fully soft qualities this summer, that
they adapt themselves well to fine
tucks such as arc* made at the top ol
this skirt. The number of colors suit-
ed to a summer dress are many, but
base. ttlake stopped at the second
one, which grew nearest to the sea-
ward side of the cleft.
"Here's our ladder," he said. "Get
some firewood. Pound the bushes,
though, before you go poking into
them. May be snakes-* here."
"Snakes?—oh!" cried Miss Leslie,
and she stood shuddering at the dan-
ger she had already incurred.
The fire had burnt itself out on a
bare ledge of rock between them and
the baobab, and the clumps of dry
brush left standing in this end of the
cleft were very suggestive of snakes,
now that Rlake had called attention
to the possibility of their presence.
He laughed at his hesitating com
panions. "Go on, go on! Don't squeal
till you're bit. Most snakes hike out.
if you give them half a chance Take
a stick each of you, and pound the
bushes."
Thus urged, both started to work.
But neither ventured Into the thicker
clumps. When they returned, with
large armfuls of sticks and twigs,
through the land. Co-operation, which
we are slowly learning to greet as a
friend, will overcome the drudgery
and make the life of a woman as en-
joyable and eventful as that of the
man.—Nearing and Watson in "Eco-
nomics."
for coolness in appearance, nothing
is better than pale green, of which
this dress is made.
The front panel is in piece embrold
ery; it may either be laid over linen
or left transparent. The bodice is un-
lined, and is cut off at waist and sewn
to a band to which also the skirt is at
tached.
Tucks are made on the shoulders,
and a panel of embroidery is carried
down front. The sleeves are composed
of bands of embroidery, and fine tucks.
Hat of white spotted muslin with
frill of muslin falling from the brim,
roses and leaves form the trimming.
Materials required for the dress:
yards 42 Inches wide, 1 yards
embroidery 18 inches wide
Service, and Here Is a Splen-
did Model.
1 here is quite a return to the once-
popular fashion of having a black frock
tor genuine service Every woman,
even with an elaborate wardrobe,
knows there are some hours when
everything seems to be in need of
cleaning or mending.
For just such occasions she lias a
smart one-piece frock of black hang-
ing iu the closet. It is made ol fine
silk voile, for there has been found
no better fabric for this purpose. It
fits the figure, has an added bell of
patent leather run through slides of
watered silk, and is fastened down
the back with hooks and eyes.
The skirt clears the groun by two
inches and has a hem of blac k wa-
tered silk. The sleeves are elbow
or three-quarter length. Each woman
is in a go-as-you-please race concern-
ing sleeves, and knows she is in the
fashion as long as she keeps them
small.
The top of this frock is laid in
small folds from shouldet to belt, has
a round yoke of black chiffon cloth
covered with silk soutache braiding
in Egyptian design and a shallow up-
per yoke of that heavy Venetian lace
that wears so well.
This lace is repeated iu a narrow
pear-shaped armhole that runs halt-
way to the waist, and the black sleeves
have a wide ban' • it around the
middle.
With a black, purple of grass-green
hat and patent leather shoes, any worn
an is smartly frocked.
COOK HAD BECOME FIXTURE
Much Wonderment at Social Matrons*
Meeting Before the New Mem-
ber Explained.
It. was almost the unanimous opin
ion at the Social Matrons' meeting
thai it was impossible to keep u cook
more than a month without changing.
"However," announced the preai*
I dent, "if any person present known
| of an exceptional ease let her speak'"
At this the New Member timidly
• arose in their midst. The exception
is iu my house,' bhe said.
1'his caused the others to sit up
j "How long have you had your
cook?" quizzed the president.
'Over five years."
] For a moment the others stared in
amazement; then heads began to bob
in admiration and more heads bcgMi
J to swing .sideways in vigorous dis-
trust of mil statement.
| "Is this cook entirely satisfactory
' as a cook?"
"My husband thinks not, but she
I stays, nevertheless "
| "How do you manage to keep her.
I then?"
"Because she won't go."
* Aha!"
This ejaculation which escaped from
the president's mouth was flashed like
inagic through the meeting until it
became a huge wave.
The president regarded the New
j Member with hair pity, half scorn.
"New Member," said she, the next
moment, "Instead of advancing a case
in which a long-sought, solution might
nave been found, you expose yourself
j as being worse ofT than any of your
sisters. You show that, by allowing
this cook to stay over the month you
have enabled the menial to attain and
hold an ascendancy over you and your,
husband—just the thing this society
lias so long fought against.! No doubt
you me this day, New Member?"
I do not!" she replied, bridling
through the sniffs and tart insinua-
tions that scintillated about her, "lor
in my house I am the cook!"
Devotion to Sarah.
That matinee girls in an exaggerated
form are not specialties of this country
is evidenced by the following from *
Paris paper:
"They were a bevy of about tec
young nirls. seated yesterday morning
on a bench opposlt 50 Boulevard Pe-
reire.
"\\ by 7 They were awaiting the re-
turn home of Mine. Sarah Bernhardt
from a triumphal tour of the north of
France, for which she had used an au-
tomobile for the first time.
The girls knew very well that Mine,
tern hard t was due to arrive yesterday,
but—at what time Having no pre-
cise information on that point, they
had begun mounting guard at nine In
the morning before the home of their
idol. Noon c ame--one o'clock—but
no automobile
But they wen? not discouraged.
Rather than desert their post they de-
cided to lunch right there on the
bench.
"Two o'clock, three, four. At last
there is the honk of a horn. The ten
girls pick up ten bouquets and rush to-
ward the approaching automobile.
A radiant smile from Sarah is their
reward, aud they trip away, quite
happy-
Holland Lives Up to Her Pictures.
Holland is one European country
that looks like her pictures. There
is no better use for the word quaint
than to apply it to Holland. The
farmers really wear wooden shoes.
The land really is diked. Black and
white llolstein cattle really pervade
the landscape. The men really wear
blue jeans shirts outside their trousers
as they work in the fields. On bun
dreds of heads of women in any
crowd the silver hair baskets, covered
with lace net, really may be seen. The
girls and women are really red
cheeked, without artificial coloring.
The fields really abound with wild
; flowers and windmills really sway
easier of f their gaunt, awkward arms in the
f striped. 1 wind. There is no sham, no pomp
material, per j and splendor, no fuss and feather in
haps it is this that has made the d*li j the country. One gets the impression
batiste a favorite j of a rugged, sham-hating, simple.
In Pastel Colors.
I'hiia materials are much
construction than are those
barred and flowered
pastel-color
with the home dressmaker.
Ill" lact remains that many of the
more expensive sheer linen models In
these delicate tones are copied by the
amateur in the less expensive ba
tlste.
kind-lioarted, hopeful race in going
through Holland.—From William A1
len W bite's Letter to the Kmporia Ua
/ette.
A lavored method of finishing the }
batiste frock is the basting together |
of its various parts and the holding (
Their Marks.
"The sea! or signet ring," said a
jeweler, "once had a very practical
use. In the Middle Ages, when no-
body but the priests could write, men
stamped documents with their signet
rings, as the Illiterate now make their
marks.
"The signet rings of noblemen bore
the owner's crest or arms. The rings
of merchants bore Intrlcato mono-
grams, trademark or the like. There
are certain old continental Arms that
preserve in cabinets the seal rings
worn by their founders—rings whose
seals are Inscribed with the trade-
marks still in use."
A Jewelry Novelty.
Happy indeed is the girl wh
one of the new locket watches,
as a silver dollar, that is the
fancy in jewelry.
The uninitiated will not know that
these watches are aught but what
they seem, jeweled or enameled
lockets worn on a thin gold chain. Yet
they are good time pie
Help us to remember that greater
than any church or creed is kindness.
a truly convenient and artistic form
TO RENOVATE THE PARASOL.
Much May Be Done by Clever Use
of Design in Soutache
Braiding.
A Few Words to Fools.
There is a fool born every minute,
so we are told, but there is also a
of then, in place bv a very close and mor,a"'> "mon« the,n' Th' -
even feather-Htiiching T T"' ""e8 allve
i than there were last week, or than
there will be next Monday morning
It seems useless to say much to this
kind of people, but we do wish to give
a few suggestions in the interest of
those who are not fools, but friends
and relatives of fools.
Unless you are an expert boatman,
do not take a boat out on the water
and in no event unless you are able
to control all those who are in it.
Do not try to see how deep you can
dive nor how far you can swim iuto
danger.
I)o not try to see If your automo-
bile can make 70 miles an hour, as
guaranteed by the man from whom
you bought it
Do not blow your brains out simply
because the girl doesn't like you or
Frills of Footing.
yards | '"'"'"'d frills of white tulle footing
I are much in evidence on pretty blouses
j ol colored foulard. They are Intend-
| ed, it is true, to be worn with the sep.
owns arate skirt, but the colors should
s thin j match, thus making the dress at least
latesi I harmonious, if not 11 true
the one-piece frock
The footing frill usually is edgi
w itli ii little strip of straight or bii
silk like the blouse, and its
buttons and small bow tie are
example
put up in foulard to match the
(heme
ered
of plaic
general color
Acted Upon By Suggestion
That Thought May Produce Blister on
Hand, Is Medical Fact.
It is not generally known that
thought may produce a blister on the
hand or an ulcer on the foot, as well
as many other actual physical
changes in one s organism which are
little short of miraculous. I have no
doubt that St. Francis of Assisi re-
ceived the stigmata of the crucifixion
on his hands and feet as historically
described. I have no doubt, because
its possibility has been put to tho
proof within the past few years, and
by a friend of mine whom I will name,
Prof. Krafft Ebing of Vienna told a
fly plaster upon her which would pro-
duce a blister in a few hours. He
actually only put a postage stamp
upon the skin, without her knowledge,
and covered it over so securely with
bandages that she could not interfere
with it. The blister appeared as sug-
gested—Frederick Peterson, M. D., in
Collier's.
Not the Kind They'd Keep.
"Is your climate rather changeable?"
asked the tourist.
"No, it isn't," answered tho old set-
tler who always contradicts. "If it
was. don't you suppose we'd have
changed it for something pIra mn
If you have a parasol that is too
good to throw away, yet not quite
nice enough to carry, cover the ton
with a close design in soutache braid
ing. There is a decided fancy for such
parasols this season, and the braiding
can be used with advantage on either
silk or linen tops. The work is easy
after the design has been carefully
stamped.
Select a pattern that is continuous,
as the only hard part of braiding Is
to finish off the ends. Therefore there ,
should be as few as possible. j ,aco o1 it, besld
An easy way to do this braiding \z ')y *'ncl° Sam.
to open the parasol, fix it firmly in a
block or hold of some sort and work
with both hands. Take tiny stitches
on the right side and not too large
Postcript Stamps.
Will the special stamp fad which
began in philanthropic work have as
prolonged a vogue and assume as
many shapes as the picture postal? it
begins to look that way, so many and
so varied are the developments
The latest novelty is a set ,,f , 0mic
stamps, already gummed, and Intend-
ed lor private correspondence Thev
eoino in sets of ! 1'. all different, and
printed in many colors.
A single set retails at five cents.
I lie mottoes on the stamps include
business maxims, proverbs wise or
otherwise, lovers' sentiments and so
forth. They are known as postscript
stamps, and may be used on the flap
lope, like a seal, or 011 the
because \
others do
Dii can t pay yi
the worrying.
debts. Let
of the
the stamp required
Corset Cover Hint.
Make corset covers of your white
shirtwaists that are still good, but
on the wrong, as they will be un [ out of style. Cut out the neck, back
sightly if the parasol is not rellned. and front and take out sleeves, mak-
ing the arm holes larger. Finish
around the neck and arm holes with
Maeterlinck: .*<01 0 single day is
A Good Excuse.
Ho—Confound it! We've been sit-
ting on wet paint
She—Yes, dear. I know we have.
He—And you never told 11 e!
She—Don't be angry, dearest. You
had just begun to tell me that you
loved me. and how could I interrupt
you?
Pretending.
"See the boys."
"Pretending to be soldiers, eh?"
"Yes, kids get lots of fun pretend-
ing."
"And grown-ups. too. 1 put in my
vacation pretending I was rich."—
Louisville Courier-Journal.
The Wonder.
"Have you ever seen the Burbank
wonderberry?"
"Yes."
"What is the wonder about it?"
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