Harper's Bazaar 1912-04: Vol 46 Iss 4

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Tr Si: | et ~ 94 CERNE HO SAS | THE IRON WOMAN By MARGARET DELAND “Mrs. Deland strikes a great note with the certainty born of a deep and reverent knowledge of life and a deep and spiritual sense of both the frank- ness and reticence of art.” —Hamiuton W. Masig, The Outlook. Illustrations by F. Walter Taylor. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.35 net THE NE’ER- DO-WELL By REX BEACH “There is no let-up in the swing and dash of the yarn from the opening chapter.” — Springfield Union. “Rex Beach’s best book. . . . Will do more to make the public appre- ciate the magnificence of the Canal work than anything hitherto pub- lished.”—San Francisco Bulletin. Pictures By Curisty. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.25 net MARY CARY By KATE LANGLEY BOSHER The book continues in the list of best-sellers because the story lingers in the heart of every one who has read it. Little Mary Cary’s courage and philosophy are now reaching a wider audience than ever. It is a book to read and to give—at Easter, a birthday, in fact at any time. With Frontispiece. 12mo, Cloth, $1.00 net Also by Mrs Bosher: MISS GIBBIE GAULT “The youthful heroine has a way with her which is not less taking in these fresh chapters than it was in the earlier book.”—New York World. Frontispiece. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.20 net Foeecseconmeesem fr cand GREYFRIARS BOBBY By ELEANOR ATKINSON LOVED by a whole cityful was Bobby. A dog—yes, a “wee one,” but so wise and true and frolicsome that everybody from the city officials to the tenement children counted Bobby their friend— and Queen Victoria on her throne heard about it, and her artist made a fountain with a statue of Bobby. The statue But it is all story in spite of its truth— a smile and a sunny heart-glow from first to last. With Frontispiece. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.20 net FLOWER OF THE NORTH By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD ROUND the shores of Hudson’s Bay hot-blooded warfare and idyllic love temper alternatively the hero of this dramatic romance. Dangers and treach- ery, even the apparent desertion of the girl—whose beauty and culture stand out against her barren surroundings like a rose in a snow-drift, and whom he has rescued and followed to her secret home—cannot stay him in his ambitions. The mystery of his enemies’ opposition and of the heroine’s birth is solved after numer- ous and thrilling episodes. ~ FLOWER NORTH JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.30 net THE TERRIBLE MEEK By CHARLES RANN KENNEDY With Frontispiece. MoRE unusual and significant than “The Servant in the House.” A peace play—and interesting as a melo- drama, analyzing our idea of Duty. Why should we obey if the order is to kill? The three characters act out the struggle in the dark—an army captain, a woman whose son has just been executed, and the cockney soldier who carried out the order. ith F Vithephees. Crown 8vo, Cloth, $1.00 net RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE By ZANE GREY “ZAN E GREY scores again. We defy any reader-to read without all known varieties of thrill the chapter in which Wrangle, the gallant bay, carrying Venters and his rifle, races through miles of sage, proving himself better than Black Star and Night, the noble blacks on which Jerry Card, Mormon and Mountebank, rides shiftingly for his life.” —New York World. Here is an American romance of a time and place and life which seem as strange, picturesque, and dramatic as the days of Lorna Doone. Illustrated. Post 8vo, Cloth, $1.30 net HARPER & BROTHERS is there to-day, for this is a true story.- seetineididins A PERSONAL RECORD By JOSEPH CONRAD As author and seaman Conrad tells in this book the beginnings and interweavings | f his two passions for the sea and literature. ‘Shere are picturesque recollections of his chil anne in exile with his patriot Polish father, }', mantic feeling at his first physical touch ba an English ship, his voyages into out-of-th:-way parts of the world, and his experiences with strange types of men. Crown, 8vo, Cloth, $1.25 net THE HOUSE OF HARPER 1817 By 1912 J. HENRY HARPER The author, who belongs to the third geera- tion of his family, has had access to lany private sources of information. The p::ture of old New York life is admirably drawn, and the chapter on early Methodism is a con- tribution to Wesleyan literature. Th: au- thor reviews publishing history in New York, and tells many quotable stories of Dickens, Thackeray, Wilkie Collins, Booth, Curtis, Prescott, and scores of others. With Sixteen Stee'-plate Portraits. 8vo, (loth, $3.00 net HARPER’S GUIDE TO WILD FLOWERS By Mrs. CAROLINE A. CREEVEY This book explains the easiest way of telling flowers and plants, based upon the new classi- fication embodied in the Vienna Congress of 1905. It identifies them by color, habitat, and seasons. Every pictorial aid is presented to make the book a complete guide to the flowering plants of the Atlantic seaboard, New England, the Middle States, and, to a certain extent, of the Southern States. Elaborately Illustrated with Colored Plates and Drawings. Crown 8vo, Cloth, $1.75 net WHY THE WORLD LAUGHS By CHARLES JOHNSTON An addition to the world’s stock of fun. Humorous stories collected from the Mongo- lians, Indians, Persians, Hebrews, Turks, Egyptians, Greeks and Romans, Italians, Scotch, Irish, Germans, Scandinavians, and French prove that no age nor race hus a monopoly of laughter. Fully Illustrated. Crown 8vo, Cloth, $1.50 net THE “MONITOR” “tue MERRIMAC” Told by Captain J. L. WORDEN, U. S. N.; Lica- tenant S. D. GREENE, U. S. N., and H. ASH’ ON RAMSAY, C.S.N., Engineer of the ‘‘ Merrimac’ In this book officers who actually took } art in the famous battle describe the conflict from their personal experiences. It is believed ‘at this volume offers for the first time the s\ory as told by both sides. 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ledge, ability, culture, and sympathy. RENUNCIATION SCETICISM is out of fashion now- adays, except in picturesque settings. The modern world is predominantly hedonistic. Its motto is enjoyment and the satisfaction of every material instinct. Yet human nature, being human nature, eraves what it has always craved since the beginning of the world—escape from mere materialism to larger and truer things. No satisfaction of the flesh can content “the awful soul that dwells in clay ”—the soul that is just as real as the clay itself. Renunciation sounds harsh. It seems like the tolling of a knell in its finality. But no life is truly happy, with an en- during happiness, that has not had re- nunciation in it. “When half-gods go, the gods arrive” is a great saying of free- dom and joy. To lose self in the mighty and perfect will of God is not to meet sorrow, but to hold joy safe for the first time, often, in life. “He that loseth his life shall find it” is not a figure of speech, but a plain, practical, spiritual truth which is not rendered less true by our wild chase past its gate after material satisfactions. To renounce all is to be conqueror of all, and to enter into that peace which passes understanding. It is the woman who stands in the hardest place who needs this truth most. It can and will trans- form her life in power. SHARING IN EASTER O have lost no joy, buried no hope, known no suffering is to come to Easter Day with little sense of its mean- ing and fellowship. Only those who have deeply suffered can enter deeply into its glorious message. Its rejoicing is for the sorrowful, its gifts for the beggared. Easter is the symbol of life triumphant, life more abundant, life rejoicing over - death. It is the birthday of immortality, to be celebrated by all men with gladness. Whatever hope has been defeated in our lives, Easter offers us victory. The dead we loved are not dead; they live forever in newness of life, awaiting our entrance into immortality. The things we have hoped to do, the things we have longed to reach, are only anticipations, after all, of what the soul shall possess in the larger life that Easter foreshadows. In our modern living, of the day and for the day, the thought of immortality is often pushed aside. Easter bodies it out afresh—immortal love, immortal life, endless joy, everlasting hope, a clarion- eall of power. AFTER THE WEDDING i oy marriage vow is very definite and binding in some respects. But when the bridegroom says, “With all my worldly goods I thee endow,” the prom- ise may mean a weekly allowance, a partnership basis, or, alas! a tight and grudging grip upon every cent, which will put the wife in the economic position of a beggar. When the bride vows to love and honor her spouse, that may mean that she will be amiable and considerate, or cross, jealous, and nagging. These are but “glittering generalities,” as one wise divorce-court judge has said, and are liable to cause friction because

of their very indefiniteness. A marriage a contract, securing to each of the two a VOL. XLVI. No. 4 APRIL, 1912

Wisdom of the Moderns {RELIGION In front of every veil is written, “ Have faith in God.”—Mrs. TAyLor. We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible. We should accept our own lot, whatever it be, and try to render happy that of others.—CHARLOTTE BRONTE. This, then, is the reason why we need to pray —because we need to be delivered from ourselves. This is the reason why we may pray—because God is willing to deliver us from ourselves if we be willing. —CuHARLES KINGSLEY. Unworldliness is this—to hold things from God in the perpetual conviction that they will not last; to have the world and not let the world have us; to be the world’s masters and not the world’s slaves.—FREDERICK W. ROBERTSON. The most beautiful of altars is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled, thanking God.— Victor Hueco, Anything which makes religion its second ob- ject makes religion no object. God will put up with a great many things in the human heart, but there is one thing He will net put up with in it—a second place. He who offers God a sec- ond place offers Him no place-—JOHN RUSKIN. Believe in the Will that with a thought can turn the shadow of death into the morning.— GrorceE MacDona.p. Faith at most makes but a hero, but love makes a saint; faith can but put us above the world, but love brings us under God’s throne; faith can but make us sober, but love makes us happy.—JoHN HENRY NEWMAN. In Christianity nothing is of real concern ex- cept that which makes us better and wiser; everything which does make us wiser and better is the very thing which Christianity intends.— ARTHUR PENRHYN STANLEY. If we only understood thoroughly that God loves us more than we love Him, more than we love ourselves!—JosEPH Roux. The everlasting source of phenomena is none other than the infinite Power that makes for righteousness. Thou canst not by searching find Him out; yet put thy trust in Him and against thee the gates of Hell shall not prevail, for there is neither wisdom nor understanding nor counsel against the Eternal.—JOuN FISKE. The Lord gets His best soldiers out of the highlands of affliction —SpPurceon. It is not so hard to see the infinite Father, though some men make it hard by words; but there is one way you can always see Him. It is by loving well enough to forgive wrong.—Star- FORD BROOKE. How often do we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but unto the desired haven.—GEORGE MacDonaL.p. Men will wrangle for religion, write for it, fight for it, die for it; anything but—live for it.—COoLTon. The one steady aim of religion is to lift men up to the ideal and not to let the ideal down to men.—Bishop Doane. When a man loves God he is saved, when he loves his neighbor society is saved.—JOsiaH STRONG. Only by acting on the outward world and let- ting it react on us do we become aware of its substantial reality. And so only by communion with God, speaking to Him, receiving His an- swer, talling io Him, beholding His face in righteousness, do we become at last as sure of the real presence of God as we are of the reality of the world.— JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE. Let us excitable people try the efficacy of the cross applied to our hearts by love. I will not despair of its steadying and calming the unquiet- est heart among us—yours or mine.—CHRISTINA RossetTTI. The paramount virtue of religion is that it has lighted up morality, that it has supplied the emotion and the inspiration needful for carrying the sage along the narrow way perfectly, for carrying the ordinary man along it at all. Even the religions with most dross in them have had something of this virtue, but the Christian re- ligion manifests it with unexampled splendor.— MATTHEW ARNOLD.

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‘‘Harper’s Bazar is the best of publications for woman and the home. because it is written, compiled, and directed from know- it not only deserves, it has won, a world-wide appreciation.’’—The Argonaut, San Francisco. certain just amount of personal liberty and a fair division of income, would, in the opinion of this expert in matrimonial shipwrecks, keep many a vessel off the rocks of divorce. Romance may shudder at such an idea—but then romance leads too often to the divorce court to make it a thor- oughly safe guide. <A definite under- derstanding as to the personal and house- hold duties and obligations involved in their matrimonial ventures might, it is true, prevent many young people from marrying in haste, as at present—but what an amount of repenting at leisure would thus be saved! The idea is cer- tainly worth thinking about in this age of matrimonial ferment. “THE CHANGELESS THINGS” S the year goes on, things are never just as we thought they would be. No matter how careful our plan, it must be changed here and there, even in a fortunate year. When ill fortune breaks in, the change has an element of terror and insecurity in it. Must it always be so—the breaking, the passing, the chang- ing, of all things? The world has always known the chill feeling of insecurity. All philosophies deal with it. When the Buddhists call existence the “ Wheel of Illusion,” for- ever turning, on which all human beings are bound, they express this daily, hourly, sense of change. The pendulum swings —where we are now we cannot remain. Yet, though life is changing continual- ly, it none the less holds true that there are realities outside of change. Though the pendulum swings, the clock goes steadily on. True love remains as im- mortal, true law continues as immutable, as though there were no variableness or shadow of turning in the Easter reminds us that those we love and who love us can never be parted from universe. us, though oceans divide and years pass. The love of God remains the same yester- day and to-day and forever. To let the changing days go by, and hold always to the unchanging realities which underlie them, is truly to “hitch one’s wagon to a star.” DUAL CONTROL VERY normal child has traits which its mother cannot understand—be- cause they are like his father’s—and vice versa. And each parent, being unduly partial (or in some other cases unduly hard upon) his or her own family faults, cannot help the child rightly in overcom- ing them, as the other parent is able to do. Two view-points brought to bear upon the child, two different individualities acting and reacting upon childish de- velopment, make growth surer and broader. It is one of the dangers of American life that in many otherwise satisfactory homes one parent is left to do all the training of the children. The American father neglects and abdicates his share of the dual control far too often. He is too busy, or too ir- ritable and nervous, or too admiringly certain that his wife can do it all. Only in households where the father takes thought for the health, the school- work, the moral and mental growth of each child as well as the mother does, can each child develop as it should.

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HARPER’S BAZAR ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLOTTE HARDING “SJ ENNYSON says that in the spring one’s i fancy “lightly turns to thoughts of love.” i Usually I agree with the poets. This ‘§, time 1 don’t—and I ought to know. Be- sides, all the other girls at St. Katha- rine’s agree with me—Maudie Joyce, and Mabel Blos- som, and Mabel Muriel Murphy, and Kittie James, and the rest. We’ve watched three springs now to see if our fancies turned to thoughts of love and they never have. What they turn to are thoughts of the woods and fields, and spring flowers, and new clothes, and Easter examinations—but especially to the woods and fields. In the winter our convent grounds are big enough for any one. They are very large, with a river flow- ing through them, and they stretch away off to the place where the sky comes down to meet them. They have the most beautiful nooks everywhere, too—places where you can go alone and weep and think about life. But in the spring somehow the grounds begin to contract, like the magic skin on the man in Mr. Balzac’s story. All the lovely things seem to lie out- side. The wild pigeons fly over us without stopping. The pickerel in the river swim past as fast as they can, as if they had important engagements somewhere else. The songs of the bluebirds come from far away. Then we girls begin to remember rules and boundaries and to feel shut in and restless. Of course we’re not allowed to go outside of the grounds except in nature classes with our teachers or by special permission, which the nuns only give with slow and grudging words. When they have reluctant- ly uttered these, we can go into town on the trolley to buy gloves or dental floss or rubbers with our eyes straight ahead and some girl in the graduating class tagging along and looking tired and all the pleasure of the occasion spoiled. This spring we felt even more cramped than usual. Just as soon as the snow went and’the ice in the river melted and the pussy-willows begai to come out, I got dreadfully tired of books and Welsh rare- bits and fudge and writing stories and other intel- lectual pursuits. I used to go clear around the main building, outside, so I wouldn’t have to walk down the central hall and hear nine girls practising Men- delssohn’s “ Spring Song” all at once on nine different pianos in nine little music-rooms. I knew places in the woods where the arbutus and hepatica were just beginning to wonder whether they could come up; I knew where the wind flowers could be found and where the first blackbirds would build their nests. I knew exactly how the young birch saplings looked, with the snow melting on their white arms; and I kept thinking of these things and wishing I could go and see them instead-of shutting my eyes and im- agining them and smelling the steam heat and Sister Harmona’s wax polish at the same time. One morning, late in March, while I was sitting in the study hall right after breakfast trying to study, but really thinking all these different thoughts and some more besides, Maudie Joyce opened the door. She looked excited; her eyes were shining and her cheeks were pink. Of course we’re not allowed to speak in the study hall, so she beckoned to me to come out of the room; and Mabel Blossom and Mabel Muriel Murphy got right up and came, too, just as if Maudie had beckoned to them. Maudie seemed glad to see them. She always likes to talk to as many girls as she can at the same time. She seems to think one girl can’t understand all she says even when I am that girl. I have tried to remove this error from her mind, but in vain. The minute we appeared she began to talk, but very softly, so the pupils in the study hall wouldn’t be disturbed. “Oh, girls!” she said, “ I’ve just been down to St. Agatha’s shrine. Guess what I saw there!” We guessed. I asked if it was a great author or lecturer visiting the shrine. Mabel Muriel Murphy, who is very pious, thought it was a new morning star or a halo or some other kind of a miracle. Mabel Blossom hoped it was a golf club she had lost the day before. But Maudie didn’t listen much to what any of us thought. She never does. “Tt was a wren!” she said. “The darlingest little wren you ever saw!” rer age ale > We all talked at once, right off. This’ was only the last week in March atid wrens don’t come to our part of the country till May. We knew poor Maudie was mistaken and we told her so. Mabel Blossom said perhaps she had seen a hawk. Maudie talked at the same time in hurt, indignant tones and louder than we did, so at last we stopped. “T guess I know a wren from a sparrow or a robin,” she said. “Ora hawk! Of course he’s early. That’s the lovely part of it. That’s why I’m telling you about him. He was on the back of the seat near the shrine very close to me and I looked at him a long time. He seemed dreadfully cold and kind of pale, but so brave; and he cocked his lit- tle head at me in the cutest way. While I was watching him he flew off to the hazel hedge just beyond the boun- dary wall, so I couldn’t follow.” “Let’s go and see,” suggested Mabel Blossom, with simple brev- ity. “If he is pale I’ve got to. I never saw a pale wren.” We were all thinking that very thing, but Mabel got it out first. Mabel Muriel Murphy looked at her watch. She’s the only one of us who has a watch, but she doesn’t pull it out now as much as she used to when first she came to St. Katharine’s. She said it was fifteen minutes to nine and that she didn’t think we had time to go anywhere; but even while she was speaking the rest of us rushed for our hats and coats and started with- out waiting for any more words, so Mabel Muriel rushed too. She’s afraid to be in things and she hates to be left out. It’s a wearing nature to have. Mahel Muriel has terrible struggles with conscience and remorse, but she never really misses anything. TERSIE As we went down the steps we met Kittie James, just back from her special breakfast in the infirmary. Kittie has a delicate stomach because she eats too much, so she has to have fruit and cereal and steak and chops and eggs for breakfast. As soon as she knew where we were going she said she would come, too. The five of us went toward St. Agatha’s shrine, walking as fast as we could, but in a very dignified way, with our shoulders back and our chins up, be- cause we were likely at any minute to meet some of the Sisters on the campus. They walk so well them- selves, and they are so particylar about the way we walk, that it makes our meetings quite painful some- times when they ought to be just pleasant occasions. Tt was the most satisfying kind of a day — not bright, but interesting. The sky was grayish blue, like a clean, new slate, with darker gray clouds drift- ing over it and a little patch of yellow showing every few minutes when the sun peeped out. There were ; = ’ ng Ane ete allt oy F * “It’s half-past two” ORK oy BROWN Me.) eee See . - ae : es ’ 4 * ~ rk ChorieirPE PARKA = Banureae bits of snow on the ground here and there; but it was melting fast, and the earth was like miles of blotting-paper soaked in brownish water; the grass was beginning to look green, and the buds on ‘hie trees were bursting with fatness. Before I had drawn three deep breaths I felt young again; sometime: | feel as if fifteen is a very old age. We were avay from the campus. now, so we had dropped our c and settled down to quick walking and we saved breath for that and didn’t talk. There was no sownd except our footsteps as we squashed into the water or broke a twig or slipped on a little snow pati: but I could ’most hear the voices of the flowers under- neath calling up: “ Wait for us, girls. We’re coming We’re coming! Wait for us; we’re coming throug)!” I was so afraid I’d step on some little brave green head that every now and then I jumped, thinkiny | saw one. The other girls laughed at me, but I noticed that they were careful, too. Think of stepping on a baby hepatica when it had just painfully poked one eye through the hard earth! It would make me s:°/ if I did such a thing. When we got to the shrine we saw that spring was there before us. The gardeners had been working, and the steps leading up to it and the rustic sets around it were cleaned and freshened. The shrine is at one end of the grounds; it and the old stone wall behind it mark what the Sisters call “the southern bound.” We climbed over the wall. It was covered witli hard and prickly blackberry vines and woodbine ani ivy, and the first thing we met was a little squirrel who was climbing at the same time. scared him ’most to death, though of course we did1't mean to. Then we went on toward a line of haz«! bushes huddled together in a hollow in a distant meadow. That’s where Maudie said her wren had flown, and, sure enough, when we got nearer we s:\\\ a bunched-up feathery ballon one of the bushes ani Maudie was vindicated. There he was, looking coil and thin, but the sweetest thing you ever saw—a1i(l so lonesome, the poor dear. meant, I guess, by saying he was pale. We gaspel and gazed at him with delight and told him how plucky he was to come so early. He seemed to think he ought to do something to entertain us, so he |. gan a sulky little song—not his free, glad spring sony, but a kind of twittering pipe to show he knew that he .had visitors and that he was a ‘little gentlema:. and he polkaed about on the branch the way they dv. with his little tail going like mad. You can imagine how that charmed us. We forgot about school and nine o’clock and everything el: except our wren. Kittie James always has cooki:- in her pocket. She pulled one out now, a big on with currants in it, and broke it into pieces and sca tered them near the hazel copse. Then we wait: to see.if he would come for breakfast, but he on! cocked one eye at us and went on twittering. Maud Joyce, who has studied about birds, said he was ca ing for a mate, but of course there wasn’t any arou: to answer him. He was just a homesick little trou! dour all alone in a new world. We felt dreadful sorry for him, so we decided to help him as mu as we could... “When he finds a mate he’ll want a home,” Kitt James said. “Let’s have the material all read Then, when he has won his bride, he can come a! get it.” I took a red ribbon off my hair and dropped it « -one of the bushes, where he would be sure to find when he was ready to build a nest. Maudie Joy tore a piece off her clean handkerchief and put there, too. Kittie James, who has a warm and sy! pathetic heart for animals, said she was ‘most su he’d rather -have some long human hairs to bui with than anything else. Sbe told Mabel Blosso: she could pull them out of Mabel’s head withou' Mabel’s feeling it. Mabel didn’t think she could, bu‘ she took off her hat and let Kittie try. Kittie select«:! a little lock of hair and held it in her right han’ down close to the roots and we all stood around an watched with eager eyes. Then just before she pulle the lock out Kittie gave Mabel a dreadful slap © ber face with her left hand. When Mabel was ab!: to speak Kittie showed her the hairs and asked i! I suppose we That’s what Maudie

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she had felt them come; Mabel hadn’t, so you see the experiment was a success. Kittie is developing all the time. Sometimes I can hardly realize that she is the immature child of eleven who came to St. Katharine’s almost three years ago. We were all so interested about the hair that we forgot to. be quiet and Mabel had shrieked over Kittie’s slap. but the wren didn’t seem to mind us. Perhaps he thought nothing could be worse than it was al- ready in @ world that didn’t seem to have any other wrens in it. We put Mabel’s hair with the other things for building a nest and we pointed out to Mabel how nice it would be to think of him in May telling his mate all about her and explaining how lovely her hair was. Mabel didn’t get enthusiastic, though. She kept averting her eyes from Kittie in a cold, reserved manner. At last she said she wanted to take out some of Kittie’s hair without Kittie fecling it. But Kittie said, “No”; it had been done once. Why paint the lily? In these pleasant and instructive interests we forgot all about how tempus jugits until suddenly, across the silent fields, came the sound of a distant bell. \t the first note my heart seemed to stop beating. Then, for I am truly a student of life and I love to watch the human soul in critical moments, I looked at the other girls. Maudie Joyce turned white as chalk and hid her face in her hands; Mabel Blossom looked like a big balloon that has suddenly had a pin stuck in it and shrivelled up; Kittie James was scared to death and her new manner of self-possession had dropped off her like a Minim’s coat at a party. Mabel Muriel Murphy had fallen on her knees and was praying. Too well did she know what Sister Edna would think of her! It was my voice that broke the awful silence. “It’s eleven o'clock,” I said, with terrifying dis- tinctness. “ We've been here, out of bounds, two What shall we do?” ERBIE ‘or a long and awful minute no one answered. But Mabel Blossom was beginning to look natural again and finally she spoke. She said there was no sense in going back then, but if we waited till twelve o’clock and then got back and went in to dinner with the rest of the girls perhaps the nuns wouldn’t notice us because every Sister might think we had spent the morning in the other Sisters’ classes. lt was a meager hope, but it was the only one we had and we had to use it. Besides, it gave us another hour out in the fields. Every one cheered up right off and Mabel Muriel stopped praying. We couldn’t stay where we were for fear some of the nuns would come to the shrine and see us in the distance, so of course the only thing to do was to go on. We went, but before we started I cut a forked switch off the hazel-bushes to use as a divining-rod and locate hid- den springs. Mabel Blossom said she didn’t want to locate any more; she was standing in one now. But the others thought it would be interesting, so I went first, holding the forked switch lightly so it could point downward as soon as we came to a hidden spring or gold or jewels; and the other girls followed. We had all been cheerful enough when we started out, but now, strange as it may seem, we felt even he urs! Cheater Hendena Recwn I cut a forked ewitch off the hazel bushes

HARPER'S BAZAR more cheerful. My father is a general, and once I heard him tell my mother and brother Jack exactly how he felt the first time he “went into action” during a battle. He was only a young lieutenant then and he said he felt kind of limp at first and as if he hadn’t any legs or arms, and he kept wanting to duck his head and get behind things. But pretty soon the bullets began to whistle by, and the can- non began to roar, and something woke up in him and roared too—something wild and savage that made him . feel as strong as ten men. I didn’t ‘feel exactiy wild and eaeca savage now, but I felt like a vioiin all tuned up—every string stretched tight, you know—and I wanted to sing and shout. Maudie Joyce felt the same. She told me go after- ward. So did the other girls, all but Mabel Blossom, who was strangely silent and out of tune with dear Nature. But it wasn’t remorse with Mabel, or conscience, either. How ter- rible a thing it is in life that oft-times when you know, alas! - that you are doing wrong, you feel so happy over it. Some day I will find out why and write a story about it. I would ask Sister Irmingarde now, but what does she know of Tempta- tion—the poor darling! The sun came out and winked at us again and then decided to stay where he eould watch us. So he hung over us, nearly in the middle of the heavens, and they kept getting more blue, and the snow patches qelted faster than ever, and baby ponds lay where they had been, and there were lovely soft colors all around us. The maple branches were just tak- ing on the pinkish shade that comes first on the twigs and the buds, and we could see places where the red squirrels had been tapping the branches for the young sap. The blue- birds were singing their lovely song and sometimes we heard the notes of the blackbird. Once we caught a glimpse of a woodchuck just poking his és, ie. frente Hpede~ 5 Bro ~ And sat down at the edge of the brook little head out of his hole for a sleepy look at the world. He vanished when he saw us, as if he felt ashamed of being out so soon, but he needn’t have been; we were out, too. On all sides we found pussy-willows and gathered them; they were pink now, but we knew they’d be a fuzzy gray a little later; and we pulled’branches of the alders and birches and willows and opened the buds to see the insides, and we ate yards and yards of the bark of the black- birch twigs. You know how good they taste in the spring—so spicy and aromatic. WERE At last we came to a darling brook hiding among a lot of willows. I knew it well, for I had spent whole mornings by it with our nature class; but I had never before come to it in March when the snow and ice were just off it and all the little things in it were beginning to feel alive again. I simply couldn’t get past that brook. | wanted to see the gnats and water-bugs and spiders and frogs and beetles and tadpoles and what they were doing. So I pushed through the willows and sat down on the edge of the brook and began to look; and Kittie James sat down, too, and crooned over a young tadpole she dis- covered the very first thing. The other girls waited for us a while, first on one foot and then on the other; they thought it was too wet to sit down. But when they saw that Kittie and | were getting more excited every minute they sat down, too, as they should have done in the first place. Maudie and Mabel Blossom were more interested in the birds than in the brook. Mabel pointed out a hawk that was hovering over us, ready to snatch tadpoles, and the way Kittie clasped two tadpoles to her breast and saved them was beautiful to see. They were dead when she got through, but I’m sure they would rather have died that way from kindness than be eaten by a horrid hungry hawk, and I told Kittie so when Mabel Blossom laughed. Mabel was a great deal more gay after that happened. It took her mind off her hair. If the gentle reader has never sat beside a meadow brook in March and studied its wonders, I advise him to go right out next March and do it. We saw the most interesting things! A love for water-bugs grew up in me that day that has never perished since. For a long time I kept them in bottles in my room and studied them with sci- entific interest. While we were watching beetles and water-bugs being born and living and caring for their young and dying, I felt as if we were in

163 some new little world where years and years passed in one of our minutes. Perhaps we were. All the time the frogs were talking in harsh, deep frog talk, and the tree toads were singing a shrill chorus, and the little brook was chuckling like a baby with a bottle, and a fat robin in a maple near us was singing hard enough to burst his throat. The girls were too interested to talk much and I was glad. It was dread-

a ae er ful to have Nature’s beautiful music interrupted by girlish voices when the girlish voices were not really saying anything. Suddenly Mabel Muriel Murphy did say something and it made us jump. We had heard the lid of her watch click, but I had just found a new kind of insect deep in the mud, and Mabel Blossom was wringing out her stockings (she had put her feet into the brook in her zeal; but it didn’t matter much, they were so wet, anyhow), and Kittie James had found a whole family of frogs, and Maudie was watchirfy a thin, hungry-looking little rabbit that was scurry- ing past us, so no one paid any attention to Mabel Muriel at first. But when she said in icy tones, “It’s half-past two,” I tell you we sat up. Then with one accord we all turned terrible, accusing eyes on Mabel Blossom. She had got us into this. How was she going to get us out of it? But all Mabel Blossom could think about was her feet and her wet shoes and stockings. As usual, I was expected to do the thinking. I tried to, but. I couldn’t. I wrapped my very dearest beetles in my handkerchief and got up and told my dear companions there was a farm just over the hill where we could go and get some bread and milk, Then, I said, we could talk over the terrible position in which we were placed and decide what to do next. Young as I am, I have often observed that in what real writers call “great extremities” my dear com- panions turn to me. They turned now and it was beautiful to see Kittie James’s sweet face light up at the thought of food. She left her tadpoles without a pang and followed whither I led. Mabel Blossom had put on her shoes and stockings again and they were so wet that when she walked you could hear the water squash out of them. So Mabel was strange- ly silent. We all were. All our feet were wet. So were our skirts. We were beyond the sound of con- vent bells by this time, but our consciences gnawed like the wolf in the Spartan boy’s bosom, or, if it was not conscience, it was hunger. SiK#es"< Mrs. Dunn, the farmer’s wife, looked very much surprised to see us, for none of St. Katharine’s girls had ever called on her before in March. She asked lots of questions which we answered in a manner “ courteous but reserved,” as Sister Irmingarde says one is justified in doing when answering prying ques- tions. Mrs. Dunn had a little bit of a farm and she said she couldn’t give us anything but bread and milk,

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164 but she gave every girl a bowl of that and wouldn’t take any money for it, though we had plenty. Mabel Muriel had a five-dollar bill in her pocketbook and she wanted Mrs. Dunn to “ accept it,” she said. Mrs. Dunn wouldn’t, though her eyes looked longing. I suppose she thought perhaps it was Mabel Muriel’s sole support and Mabel Muriel didn’t explain that her father was a millionaire the way she used to do. Sister Edna has taught her better. Mrs. Dunn had a nice baby two years old and, of course, we stayed and played with him awhile. Our consciences weren’t gnawing as hard now. We felt quite cheerful again; and there’s something about a baby, a little pink one, that holds the fascinated gaze. Before we went away Mabel Muriel pinned the five- dollar bill to the baby’s dress with her prettiest gold collar-pin, for of course his mother couldn’t refuse a present to him. Then we left without saying any- thing about it, leaving her to make the joyful dis- covery. Mabel Muriel does beautiful things like that, but I know lots of heavenly ways of spending money that she has never even thought of. They are useless to me, alas! I have so little money to spend. When we got outside we had our Thrilling Adven- ture. Yes, there is one in this story and I hope the gentle reader will notice the Art I show in telling it. First a setting of beautiful Nature, then sudden, swift Drama. I’m not afraid to write anything now. Seu a“ ——, Mrs. Dunn’s cottage was four miles from thé con- vent. We didn’t leave it until almost five, so before we had gone a mile the shadows began to fall. They were lovely on the sides of the hills, and we all talked about them and about the shadows that fall into every life and. what our shadows would be. After that Maudie Joyce tatked about the soul awhile and I got out my divining-rod and began to look in earnest for bubbling, hidden springs, for we hadn’t found any yet. Kittié James thought maybe the divining-rod had brought the water I was standing in, but Mabel Muriel said no. She wasn’t anywhere near the divining-rod, yet the water was over her shoe-tops too. Finally we came to some woods—the woods that had my favorite birches in it. "We had walked around them when we came, to save time, but I thought it would be dreadful to go back without seeing ‘those birches, so we started through. It was pretty gloomy, but nobody minded that. When we were almost half- way through the woods, I stopped to point out the place where a hermit thrush lived in the summer and where Maudie Joyce and I and two of the graduating class had come several afternoons last year to hear him. Of course we knew he wasn’t there now, but while we were looking the bushes began to move. Then a man stepped out into the open space in front of us. He was young and he had no hat. His clothes were torn and his face was scratched and he looked sick and dreadful. For an instant he stood staring at us, turning his eyes from one to the other, and we all stared back. At last he spoke to me, and after that he hardly looked at the rest, but only at me. “Say, miss,” he said, “I’m starving. Have you got anything a poor dev—a poor man can eat?” We all looked at Kittie James. I don’t think any of us felt exactly frightened. I know 1 didn’t. We just wanted to give him something quick and Kittie usually has things. This time she had fed them to the wren, but we suspected she had tucked something away at Mrs. Dunn’s. Sure enough she had. We know our dear companion pretty well. Kittie put her hand into her pocket and pulled out two little slices of bread stack together with butter between them. The man looked at them. “God!” he said. Then quicker than I can tell about it he had snatched that bread from her hand and it had gone down his throat. I never saw anything like it. He gulped it in one mouthful, as a dog would do it or a wolf, and glared at me with a kind of wild look, angry and desperate. “God!” he said again. “Is that all? Ain’t you got anything more? TI ain’t had a.mouthful for three days. I tell you I’m starving!” We looked threugh our pockets and shook our heads, Cisete Te teed ng Dereon.

HARPER’S BAZAR and he turned and threw himself on the ground, with his arms out and his face on them, and groaned. “T’ll have to give up,” he said. “I'll have to let ‘em take me.” He kept saying that over and over in broken, gulp- ing words as if he were crying; but of course we knew he wasn’t crying, for he was a man. At last I spoke up. I felt responsible, for whenever he had spoken it was to me, as if he knew me, so I told him there was a farm very near where he could go and get something to eat. The man looked up for a minute and shook his head. “Not much,” he said. “I’m too near that farm now. I’m only waitin’ for darkness to make a get- away out of this: infernal open country.” We didn’t know exactly what he meant, but it was plain enough that he wouldn’t go to the farm and ask for food. Perhaps he was too proud. He didn’t look proud, but you can never tell. I don’t suppose Robert Bruce looked proud, or Prince Charlie, or King Alfred, the times they took refuge in shepherd’s huts and places like that. I had my divining-rod in my hand and in my excitement I was pointing it straight at him. He wasn’t a hidden spring, but he might have been ’most anything else. I wondered what he was. While I was thinking about it he noticed the rod. “ What are you pointing that stick at me for?” he said. “You ain’t airaid of me, are you? I won’t do you no harm.” And he added, with a queer kind of a laugh, “ I’ve done all the harm I’m goin’ to do.” I told him we were not afraid of him and that 1 was going to the farm to get him something to eat. “We'll all go,” Maudie said right off. “ For God’s sake get enough,” was all the man said. When we reached Mrs. Dunn’s house she was cry- ing with joy over the money she had found pinned to the baby. She wiped her eyes when she saw us and asked if we had come back for it.» She said she had kind of thought maybe we would. Mabel Muriel bur- ried to explain that we had not done such a dreadful thing, but that we wanted something more to eat. When she heard that Mrs. Dunn bustled about in a lovely, busy way. “Of course, of course,” she said. “ You didn’t have enough. “Twas reproachin’ meself I was after you’d gone.” ; She brought out a big loaf of bread and began to cut slices off it because she thought we would eat them right there. But I said, firmly, that we would take the whole loaf away with us, and an old knife to cut it, and a big piece of butter, and a pitcher of milk, and some meat if she had any. Mrs. Dunn looked very much surprised indeed and threw up her hands and rolled her eyes, but at last she brought it all out for us—the knife, too, and a slice of ham. She wrapped everything up in a newspaper but the pitcher of milk. I ied that. carri a sens When we got into the woods again we found the man lying on the ground just where we had left him. T don’t think he expected us to come back. His face, when he saw us, looked like a lamp lit suddenly in a dark room. He got up very slowly, as if it was hard for him to move, and we handed him the things. “Tt’s bread and butter and milk and ham,” I said to him. “Ham isn’t very digestible, but I guess it’s nourishing. I wish we had more.” He laughed a little with his mouth full. He had begun to tear at the meat and bread. “Tt’s the saving of me,” he said. And then without any warning he dropped on his knees before me and kissed my dress. “T’ll be grateful to you as long as I live,” he said. “ Now run home where you belong.” We didn’t think that was very polite, so we bade him a distant good-night and started. Before we had gone more than a few steps he stopped us. “Will you promise me not to tell any one to-night that you saw me?” he asked: and his eyes looked wild again. Of course we promised. Then he got up and began to eat again as if we weren’t there and, with lingering looks behind, we left him. When we got near the convent lights were flashing in all the buildings and we could see signs of excite- ment everywhere. Before we had climbed over the stone wall near St. Agatha’s shrine one of the gar-

deners came running toward us; yelling backward as he came. “ Here they are!” he said. “ Here they are! Praise be!” Then shadowy figures came from all directions, for it was dark by that time, and Sisters and girls crowded around us, and we were escorted to the mai; building by a kind of torch-light procession. Sister Irmingarde and Mother Ernesta met us in the hall, They looked worried to death, but, strange to say, their faces did not light up with love and joy when they saw us. Only the anxiety fell off them and some- thing else, terribly stern and grave, took its place. I knew then that we had done wrong, and, thou) usually my intuition is deeper than the intuition of the other girls, this time I think they knew it to We had baths, and food, and rubbings, and jit lemonade first. Then we had words of scathing +. proach. But before this little by little we learned of the terrible anxiety our absence had caused and of how the whole convent force had been searching ‘yr us all day long. ‘They hadn’t found us because ye were hidden by the willows around the brook part of the time, and at Mrs. Dunn’s in the afternoon, : 114 nobody dreamed we would go to either place. T!..y were looking for us in town and in houses nearer {ie convent. ‘They would have been worried any day to have us gone, but to-day it was worse than any ot/er time, and this was why. The gentle reader should t::ke a long breath here. We did. That morning before we were missed the chief . police in the town nearest to our convent had t+‘e- phoned to the Sisters. He warned them that a des) ate character had escaped from jail three days befvre and had been seen since, by a farmer, hiding near ~ Katharine’s. “Keep your girls very close,” the chief had sii: “Don’t let them out of sight of the buildings. Le’s as bad as they make them.” When Mabel Blossom and I heard this we just gazed into each other’s eyes with long, meaning looks. But before we had time to mention that we thought it was like Prince Charlie or King Alfred and the goat- herd, Maudie Joyce came running toward us with a big encyclopedia in her hand. “May Iverson,” she said, in trembling tones, * do you remember how, while that man was talking, your divining-rod kept pointing at him until he spoke of it?” I remembered. “Then look at this,” said Maudie Joyce, the way Salome must have asked the king to look at Jolin the Baptist’s head. ‘There was a dreadful horror in her tone. She was holding out the encyclopedia with one page open at the word “ witch-hazel.” This sen- tence met our unbelieving eyes: “In the seventeenth century it was believed that the witch-hazel divining-rod, guided by pixies, was instrumental in the pursuit and capture of criminals.” I fell into a chair. So did Mabel Blossom. Maudie stood over us nodding her head. “We were only instruments,” she said, solemnly, “in the hands of Fate. The divining-rod drew us.” It would have been nice if we could have told Sister Irmingarde this, for it would have shown her that we were not to blame. But we couldn’t say a word about it that night, of course, because we had promised tlic criminal we wouldn’t. So after supper Sister Irmin garde talked and talked to us. When she had sai all the things we knew she’d say, and a great many others we hadn’t thought of, she paused and claspe:! her brow wearily with her white hands and let herse! droop forward in her chair and sat staring down at her desk as if she didn’t see it. I never saw her lovk so discouraged. “ But what’s the use of talking to you?” she sai in a despairing tone. “I used to hope you we: merely thoughtless. Now—sometimes I’m afraid it’s actual wickedness in every one of you, closing you ears to the voice of authority.” But it wasn’t that. It was several other thing- First it was the wren. Then it was the divining-ro guided by the pixies. Last, but most of all, I gues it was the youth in every one of us, opening our ea to the voice of spring. a _—

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ird as Praise tions, girls Main Sister hall, » Say, when SO0lne. Place, 10U"h On of ‘ =—§t1AT a morning this was, and fol- Glowing what a night! What a Hinew day was dawning, following such dark and tempestuous days! sue) The previous days had _ been marked by gloom and earthquake and disorder and death. The light of the one shining hope had been quenched by brutal hands. Sin had triumphed. Death had marched with proud mien over the sad and blighted field. And now proud Death himself is flung aside; some stronger power breaks his bondage as Samson broke and flung away the cords that bound him. The powers of darkness are scattered like vermin in the terrifying rays of the sun- light. Everything is changed. He who was conquered steps forth as Conqueror. ‘The ap- parent victim is robed in victory. I say He flings death aside. “He could not be holden of it.” The abode of death becomes the home of life. From the cold gloom-of mortality arises the anthem-of immortality. And the trembling wail of the gloom, “It is all over,” is changed into the gospel of day, “He is risen!” The night is over and gone. It is sweet and beautiful morning. Now it is needful for us to use our imagina- tions if we are to realize the glory of this new day. We must think ourselves back into the hearts and experiences of those who played a part on this eventful morning. We must try to apprehend with vivid and sympathetic per- ception what Easter morning meant to the Master’s friends, and especially to two of His most intimate friends; what it meant to them when the melancholy darkness turned into marvelous day. And I want first of all to try to think what it all meant to Mary Magdalene. We shall have to imagine ourselves back in those dark days of deranging bondage, when her life was troubled by awful possessions. The tragedy of those days is summed up in the brief and pregnant record, “Mary Magdalene, out of whom He had cast seven devils.” It is difficult, even with the most vivid imagination, to depict the terrors and the horrors of those days; days that sometimes began quietly, but were soon plunged into fear; days that were harrowed by demonic convulsions. But the Man of Naza- reth came along, the Gracious Healer, who had given deliverance to many who were similarly bound. And His grace and love and contagious health gave to the mind. and will of the Mag- dalene a holy freedom. It was unto her “as some sweet summer morning after a night of pain.” She felt she had passed out of unutter- able servitude into radiant freedom. It was like awaking from an awful dream and finding a mother at one’s side. Her quieted life first used its sunny serenity to gaze upon the face of her Healer, with its revelation of strong and tender love. And then we must seek to realize the birth of Mary’s love for Him who had set her free. It was as natura] and spontaneous as the rise of fragrance at the call of the sun and rain. Day after day her love had been ripening into fellowship, into adoration, into receptive awe. Her heart worshipped the One in whom she had found her glorious liberty. Then there came the darkening days in the Master’s life. His arrest, His trial, His cruci- fixion, His death, His burial. It was all over! Her wonderful expectations were broken in dis- order! Everything seemed in ruin except her love, and even death was impotent to destroy this treasure. It is the third day after her Healer’s death and she is on her way to the tomb to attend to the last tender rites which are the last ser- vices of weeping love. “Then cometh Mary Magdalene to the sepulcher early while it was yet dark.” When she reached the tomb she was stricken with overwhelming surprise. “ Be Is Risen” There was no death to mourn! There was no body to embalm! There was nothing for woman’s tender ministry to do! There was a strange angel-presence who spake a still stranger word: “ He is not here. He is risen!” “Thy glorious Friend is alive. Put thy burial spices away. Put off the spirit of heaviness. Put on the garment of praise. , Exchange thy weeds for flowers. Bring the incense of wor- ship. Death is swallowed up in victory. ‘The Lord is risen indeed!” Think what all this must have meant to the desolate soul of the weeping Magdalene! And then let us exercise our imagination in a similar effort to understand what the resur- rection meant to Simon Peter. We must think ourselves back to that weird night of the trial when this impulsive disciple denied his Lord. It was a denial that was full of fear, but ready of utterance and very complete. What followed the denial is unrecorded. But I think it is not difficult to imagine the horror of the succeed- ing night. Peter spent the hours in unavailing tears. He suffered from a remorse which found no way to peace. He was consumed in a shame that could find no relief in ministry, no outlet in sweet and affectionate confession. His sor- row was the most deadly of all sorrow, the im- potent sorrow that cannot express itself in penitence or in service. On the third morning, after sleepless and harrowing days and nights, there came a strange rumor that the Lord was risen. In a moment Simon Peter arises from his bitter couch, casts his cloak about him, and rushes out into the cool air and dim light of early day. I have in my study a picture by an in- spired artist representing his fearful race to the tomb. ‘The face is marked by unfathom- able trouble. The eyes are sunken. The countenance is channeled with the lines of grief like bleak hillsides which have been torn with heavy rains. And yet there is something in the face of sorrowful eagerness like the gleam on the rain-washed hills in the return- ing light. There is half hope and half fear, half longing and half shame. And he hastens away to the tomb. And the Lord is risen; “the Lord is risen indeed.” “All things are become new,” and Simon Peter enters into a new world. What a day it was into which his darkened soul now entered! A day whieh by God’s grace saw more reserve and more restraint, less pre- sumption and more ardent love and more quiet, faithful service. “ He is risen,” and with the resurrection the Apostle faces a new chance and by God's good grace the record of cowardly denial shall be washed out in sacrificial blood. Now the light of the wonderful morning which transfigured the lives of Mary Magdalene and Simon Peter is shining still. In that realm it is always morning. Things can never be the same again as they were before the Lord emerged from the dead. We no longer live in the gloom of the crucifixion. We live in the glory of the resurrection. We are not in the oppressive darkness of Good Friday. We are in the emancipating light of the Easter- tide. And it is our privilege, as indeed it is our wisdom, to settle all things in that Easter light and judge them by its revealing and in- terpreting beams. If we want to see what a thing really is we must put it in the radiance of the Easter light. How looks it there? So much depends on the hanging of a picture and on seeing it in the right light! I was in a cathedral in England some time ago which is enricl.ed by some of Burne-Jones’s windows. I was gazing upon one of the win- dows when the verger told me to return at a certain hour of the day when the sunlight was ey. 3. 4}.3 ourett,D.D. upon it, when in that right light I should dis- cern its real worth and significance and glory. And for us and for our affairs the only reveal- ing light is Easter light, that marvelous dawn- ing which broke upon men in the resurrection of our Lord. We must take everything into its revealing beams and mark how everything looks in the morning rays. First of all I will set myself in the Easter light. How does life look in the wonderful glory of the Easter morning? It immediately assumes a gloriously added range. Life no longer appears a little land-locked lake which can be computed with the measuring line of threescore years and ten. We can now see that the old venerable limit and the apparent bar- rier is only a point of transition and we can see the continuing waters gleaming beyond. In the light of Eastertide, the light that breaks from beyond death, I become conscious of vaster range and of consequent enrichment and of larger stateliness and dignity. And I really need this Easter light to make me know that life is a mystery of great and solemn grandeur. There is plenty of self- conceit in the world to-day, but we have not nearly enough self-esteem. Let me try to show the difference. Self-conceit is like some noisy little river craft puffing across its tiny waters. Self-esteem is like some mighty liner moving majestically across the great deep. Self-conceit never looks beyond its pool. Self-esteem gazes wonderingly into the Infinite. Self-conceit con- cerns itself with the secondary, self-esteem with the primary; the one with incidentals, the other with essentials. Self-conceit is concerned with living; self-esteem is concerned with life: the one is intent upon possessions, the other is intent upon character. And, therefore. we should get rid of self-conceit and cultivate a worthy self-esteem. One puffs up, the other edifies; one contemplates a swelling ego, the other a large humanity. Now the light of Easter morning length and range to life. In its far distances life opens out into unspeakable vastness. The lake is seen to be an arm of the sea. Easter- tide unveils wonderful possibilities and, there- fore, endows life with new and startling dig- nity. And surely then, in the light of Easter- tide, my purposes should take on new and vaster proportions. Our plans for ocean liners must be very different from our plans for river craft. There is a mighty difference in the yards where we build the boats for our local canals and the great shipping-yards where we build for the ocean channels. And so it should be in our building for the larger waters un- veiled to us by the Easter dawn. We must lay down bigger keels. Our lives must be bigger in everything, bigger every way and everywhere. Our ambitions, our aspirations, our plans, our enterprises, all are to be de- termined by the conviction that the grandest things can be earried through the dark straits to the. far-off sea of glass which is mingled with fire. And, therefore, let every one look at life in the Easter light, and the radiant possibilities will inspire his soul with larger and more glorious visions. When we have only a short lease on our house we become careless about its condition; the long lease makes us more liberal and venturesome. “He is risen.” That sentence reveals the possibility of a long lease. “ He that believeth on Me shall never die.” And I will set my labor in the radiance of the Easter light. I will set it in the light of the morning after death and see how it looks in those wonderful beams. Here is a man who is very busy. He is here, there, and every- where. He is making money. His bank ac- count is swelling. His possessions accumulate. He is up early. He is to bed late. His life (Continued on page 210) vive ives

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“| ALE-GREEN flags are shooting up “Cheer up, cheerily, Cheer up, cheerily; cheer over the surface of a clover or strawberry leaf, i from the marsh lands, down in the up, cheer up.” falling in splashing drops, while dew-drops col- bogs the spring frog chorus is lect in slow, symmetrically arranged fashion, fj) starting, and close to the ground, Well he knows why he sings his song of following the notches in the leaves. Rain-drop Loo eee’s) beneath musty-smelling, fallen cheer; it is in anticipation of the great feast formation in the clouds is caused by loss of leaves of last year, small, tender green leaves which will soon be his. For the earth-worms motion and a gradual cooling of the moisture and tight-closed buds of violet and arbutus are which have gone deep down into the earth for held in suspension. The newly formed thunder- waiting; waiting the coming of ‘the grateful warmth and moisture will soon come forth shower clouds seen arising over the mountain spring rain. Then what a transforma- will furnish the largest rain-drops which tion! The catkins hang out their tassels, fall excepting those which may result the hedges are suddenly blue with blossom- * - 7 y ot a es from the whirling tornadoes or from the ing violets, and bare, brown twigs unfurl , j i ; a melting of hail-stones. banners of white blossoms upon the bhill- , Aside from watching the picturesque side. © ; . effect of floating clouds, it is most inter- Who knows the soothing comfort of the # esting and instructive to recognize the . more common types, for especially in these days of aeroplane experiment and “When the humid showers gather over all ‘ ae Ju adventure, a study of clouds and air- the starry spheres, 4 ; ; ' 7] currents has become of special importance.

BT V; little feathery, white kind and often seen. And to listen to the patter of the soft , korea re %- Then the Cirro Cumulus clouds, which i resemble so much small, compact bundles ‘ ; : é 4 of white cotton as they float in droves Homely, beautiful old song, with its + Me) 4 2 3 : across the blue sky. The rain-clouds are wavering, lilting melody; how many small, : . ~ See almost always more dramatic in appear- curly heads have been comforted upon 4 ta re ance; they usually cover a large portion some gentile bosom by its rhythm; waiting, re Dy ri ang of the sky, rolling up into great dark sleepily fascinated, for the last “ pat” of . a a: masses and moving swiftly. Full of men- that pattering chorus; the rain-drops fall- S ‘ ace and awe-inspiring is the assembling ing upon that brown, shingled roof. ; ; ; of thunder-storm clouds. Watch them as Oh, the joy of the cool, moist rain; to st they hurriedly form and ‘build, pushing go iar afield in.a pelting spring shower; ’ , up boldly their coppery heads from be- what exhilaration in the feel of the sting- a ; ’ hind the mountains; they climb rapidly, ing rain-drops softly smiting the face! : ‘ ? spreading their ominous black shadows Hurry, hurry across the wind-swept pas- = — oe over the landscape. ture ahead of the swirling, scudding Mindéditiien cai tadbends eben Soon the wind enters the great moving brown leaves! How the clouds assemble cloud-mass and sends it whirling rapidly and rush together over the mountains! ever higher and higher, finally rending it On we tramp through the woods a piece; from their retreat seeking the rain-water, the apart until it eventually reaches what is listen to the sighing of the wind through the grateful rain of springtime; then will known by scientists as the “fuzzy” state, tops of the tall, dark pines overhead—one ; then down come pouring the pelting rain- wonders why “Drop down Spring violets and summer drops. The thunder-storm cloud belongs to columbines, ‘ the Cumulus or sudden-rain type. The Nim- “It sighs so heavy in the forest.” And all the flowers that tuft the woodland bus- clouds are also rain-clouds; large and floor.” heavy, they cover over the entire sky usually and indicate a long rainfall. These are but Clouds are always a fascinating study a few of the many cloud types, for, as the and rain-clouds are doubly interesting. children sing, the They are formed by evaporation of moisture which is constantly arising “Plump little baby clouds, dimpled and soft, from ocean, lake, river, and forest. Then Rock in their air cradles, swinging aloft, Nature summons together the mighty Great brooding mother clouds, watching o’er rushing winds which arise and expand; all thus clouds are formed. The rising Let the warm mother tears tenderly fall.” clouds leave a vacuum below, causing more air to rush in; and this process, Indeed, sometimes is granted to little chil- once started, perpetuates itself; the dren to see things in Nature which the grown- clouds rush up into space, sometimes ups never do suspect. For once when a group fully eight miles above earth, into frigid of children chanced to spy a great flock of altitudes, where the moist rain- clouds then become changed into snow or sleet. Rain-drops vary in size, accord- ing to the altitude from which they fall; the larger drops come When the spider hangs her web in the hedges from longer distances and travel far. Both the distance from which How they whisper and lean together; the a rain-drop fell as well as its size may swift pat, pat of the rain-drops upon the dry now be determined in a very simple leaves underfoot almost seems, in the silence of manner. This is done by setting out the woods, like ghostly, following footsteps. pans of flour during a shower and, with- In still, unexplored places already little out disturbing the flour, allowing the brooks and runnels are trickling and over- rain-drops to fall therein and harden. flowing; they may be heard above the tumult They may then be photographed. overhead. Rain-drop effects after a shower are Out into the open again—the brief shower beautiful and interesting, for plants and is. passing. Who knows the real rain song of grasses collect the drops in individual the robin? There he sits perched upon a pussy- fashion. <A great field of timothy grass willow twig, his russet-brown feathers or grain seen”after a shower, when the Rain-4rops from a general storm drenched, his red’ waistcoat a splotch of col- sun gleams across its waving, scintil- or, as, standing up straight and tall, he flirts lating expanse, is not to be described in mere the fleecy Cirrus clouds afloat, the small, white, the rain-drops carelessly from his tail and words. The rain-drops do not resemble a dew feathery sort, a little boy rushed breathless- pipes lustily his’ deposit, for rain distributes itself about equally ly to his mother, exclaiming : rain overhead.”

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HARPER'S === tame “Oh, mother, mother, what do you think? We just saw two angels flying over the moun- tain! Come quick or they will fly away; they went through a little blue hole in the sky!” And ever after that time the child always called the little flocks of cirrus clouds “ the flying-angel clouds.” The gentle, beneficent rains of spring soon give place to the more dramatic thunder- showers of midsummer. Comes a season of torrid heat, when the little brook is low and silent upon its pebbly bed; when the cattle call mournfully to each other across the sun- baked pastures, seeking vainly for drink at the dried-up water-holes. Then a hush; an ominous, brooding silence falls over Nature, and the silver poplars begin to shiver and whirl their leaves; the wind sighs heavily among the pines and afar off comes the first faint warning; the mutter of thunder; the rain, the grateful rain is coming; even now we can smell its tepid moisture in advance of the shower, then “ Plentifully and mercifully the long sl-owers pour On parching field, where dust and drought were sore.” How it rumbles and crashes, zigzagging across that black cloud-bank, and every little wild thing of the wood instinctively seeks cover. “The squirrel in the forest seeks his hollow tree, The marmot of the field has scampered to his den, . The butterfly hides under her broad leaf,” until the rain is over, when out gleams the sun, the silver lining of the black cloud which has The brook goes singing over its pebbles once more, the eattle stand eontentedly knee-deep in the overflow of the meadows. How doubly sweet are the flowers; the humble, old - fashioned “bouncing Bet” along the dusty highway, how clean its smell after a drench- ing slower; the wayside ferns give forth a musty, faint scent as of san- dalwood. Surely, each The rain-clouds are rising from the valley changing month brings with its advent its own particular paths of some old-time garden after an April charm; the season of frost, snow, and ice shower and see how like magic everything re- is full of beauty for those of us who have cared to look into and delight to study the secret ways of Nature. But April, month of hope and promise, with its sudden, beneficent showers, we hail each year with fresh joy, because the dark shadows of winter are lifted from earth and all things are quickened by the little showers. Brown and cold gleam the weep furrows of freshly turned earth upon a distant hillside, but soon the rain will come and then tender green will cover like an emerald blanket all the barren places of earth, for, “ Seed-time and harvest shall follow yet again.” All the wild things of forest and air in- stinetively recognize the signals which Nature sends forth, for high above the ooze of quickening marshes, above the pelting April showers and wan mists of morning trail wedge- like flocks of returning wild- “When the melancholy darkness gently weeps in rainy tears” been there all the time, hidden from our sight. The heavy white mists are slowly rising from the valley; perhaps there will be a rain- bow stretching over the mountains. How all Nature rejoices once again; it has been com- forted by the rain. geese honking back from the Southland. Were it not for the coming of the rain, which brings harvest and seed-time in its train, the wild birds would never return again. Such is the hope, the promise which the rain brings us. What refreshment to wander through the sponds to the touch of pelting rain-drops. Brush against the stiff, unkempt rows of sturdy box, with its velvet-green, glossy leaves, all rain-washed, sending out a fresh, clean, bitter- ly pungent odor. Around the south side of the house listen to the musical drip, drip of the low eaves; the swallows are splashing in the overflow of the rain-spout. The sun strikes the wet shingles and a warm mist steams from them. Somewhere off .n the decrepit, gnaried apple-trees back of the house a bluebird pipes his fresh, clear note, which translated means, “ Joy, joy, let Nature rejoice; we've had an April shower.” And surely all Nature is re joicing and responding, for already the jonquils have flung out yellow wings from their shriv eled paper wrappings; and pale lilac, pink, and waxy white, the hyacinths have begun to push their blunt, spear-like heads above the drenched brown earth. Would you know the comfort of it all? Then seek for yourself some humble, low-roofed gray cottage tucked like a swallow’s nest un- der some hill or mountain, hidden away among thickets of fragrant balsam and spruce. And when in the brooding silence of the long night comes the first “pat, pat, patter” of the rain upon the weather-beaten shingles your head, listen well to its musical rhythm, for over “ Art hath naught of tone or cadence that can work with such a spell In the soul’s mysterious fountains whence the tears of rapture well As that melody of Nature, that subdued, subduing strain Which is played upon the shingles by the patter of the rain. ... And a thousand recollections bright wings into woof As we listen to the patter of the soft rain on the roof.” weave their YOUTH, LOVE, AND FAME B I sat beside a brook— Youth sauntered by, Youth with light step, rich laugh, and fearless eye, Youth with his magic flute pitched clear and high. I sat beside a river— Love strolled by, Love with her wings half spread as if to fly, Love with her heavenly harp tuned to a sigh. BY CLARENCE URMY I sat beside a sea—and Fame sailed by, Fame with his wreath and robe of royal dye, with his Fame trumpet sounding to the sky. Youth, Love, and Fame abode not, but passed by, I did not sigh nor weep— you wonder why? Their dreams—content am I. music haunts my = ~- ie ras =

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v BY HARPER’S BAZAR CAESARS - A Novel MARGARITA Illustrated by James Montgomery Flagg “CAESARS WIFE SHOULD BE FREE FROM SUSPICION ~ WIFE SPALDING GERRY. CHAPTER VI jo TURING the two weeks before the Mayo 7 | case came up for trial Ward had his mo- H ments of discouragement. For precaution | they had sworn out several indictments : faa) against Mayo, one of them the Garvin case in a new form; but the one they were to try first was the charge of having sold a contract for street- paving. Ward’s special talent was his power over witnesses. He either suceeeded in gaining the confidence of the men or in dominating their wills; until the very man who kad gone into the trial, committed to lie intelli- gently for the defense, found, often to his great dis- gust, that he had proved an excellent witness for the prosecution. Ward’s success had finally grown to be a tradition, and a witness often went to the stand self-hypnotized into the belief that sooner or later the prosecuting attorney would get from him all he knew. But this set was proving somewhat obdurate. Ward, too, had his superstition. That was that unless he got hold of witnesses outside of court he could do nothing with them on the stand. Therefore his own belief in his success, one of the strongest factors in it, was shaken. He woke two days before the trial in a sullen temper which would have meant with another man shaken nerves. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately. He was surly with Ruth at the breakfast table. She seemed to irritate him. It was the mo- ment at which most men would have found a “ bracer ” imperatively necessary. But Ward had never found that sort of thing a temptation. He was too seasoned by his years of roughing it to go to pieces physically. To be sure, he was drinking a quantity of strong coffee. But that seemed to have no more effect on the crude force of the man than so much water. & When Ward reached_his office that 20th of May, his admirably enduring young assistant reported that one Samuel Holding was being detained there for him to interview. Holding was the foreman of Brice, the paving contractor in the case they were to try. Be- fore Brown sailed he thought he had unearthed a clew that pointed to Molding having had something to do with the financial transactions between Brice and Mayo. It is certain that Holding was making ar- rangements to leave the city when the subpena was served. Holding was a fine, big brute of a man, strong red in his cheeks and coarse, black hair. Accustomed to a rough sort of authority over the men of his working squads, he did not take kindly to even the nominal degree of deference demanded. : He had been instructed to be deferential to Ward and he held to a sort of civility throughout the inter- view. Unlike Lyman, he did not betray quite such elaborate forgetfulness. Ward succeeded in getting from him a good deal of information on anything that did not bear directly upon the subject of the indict- ment; indirect evidence it was, since it revealed some of the questionable business methods of Brice’s paving company. But since these points were of second- rate importance Ward spent very little time on them. Brown had discovered that Holding had often gone directly between Brice and Mayo. In the absence of any check or money-order that would cover so large a transaction, the inference was that the price of the deal had been given directly to Mayo in the form of currency. They hoped to prove that Holding was the man who had carried the money. Ward roused himself frem the lethargy with which he had begun the day. He assumed from the first that Holding had been the agent. It was over men of Holding’s type that Ward had most influence. Something in his own elemental force carried authority with it, where with a more subtle mind he might be often at a loss. So he began his examination with all the confidence in the world. @ It was after he had started the man on the nar- rative of the seventeenth day that Ward, irritatedly conscious that his morning was being taken up to no purpose, suddenly had an inspiration. An eminently “safe” method of conveying graft which had been used in another city and exposed in the papers at the time came into his mind. Evidences had not been lacking that the Machine in his own city had kept strictly up to the most modern and improved methods in all of its operations, In the midst of Holding’s story of an interview with his boss to receive in- structions Ward interrupted him: “What route did you follow back to Green Street?” —the street where paving was being done that day. Holding glibly recited the usual route. “When did you get time to go to Baker Street?” This was where the largest safe-deposit company in the city was located. It was a random shot, but it told. Holding for a moment was plainly disconcerted. Before he answered Ward followed it up: “What was the number of the safe-deposit box in which you had been instructed to leave the money your. chief had intrusted to you?” By this time Holding had recovered his self-pos- session. He denied having stopped at the safe-de- posit company and denied all knowledge of any box there. “Tf you testiy to a falsehdéd under oath we will have you up for perjury,” Ward said, severely. But the man turned surly and for the next few questions was obstinately ignorant. From whatever quarter the lawyer attacked him the result was the same. Perhaps it would be better to wait until he could find out whether the safe-deposit people kept a record of suth transactions. On the other hand, he didn’t want Holding to get out of his hands. Some one at the safe-deposit might, moreover, be able to identify Holding. What wouid be the best method to break down the man’s determination and get him to admit the share he had in the matter? “A little solitude may help,” he thought, grimly. A ring brought his office-boy. “ Ask Mr. Wilson to come here,” he said, while Holding looked at him furtively, wondering what the lawyer had “up his sleeve.” “Take Mr. Holding into the next room and see that he is alone there,” he said, quietly. “I want him to have a period in which he can refresh his memory of a certain transaction. You can bring him back in a quarter of an hour.” His confidence was rising. He began to feel that, after a time of suspense, he would be able to get hold of his witness. And he was certain that meant the success of the case. “Do you want me to put the serews on a bit?” Wilson said, lingering. He realized that the city at- torney was in a better humor than he had been and reflected the knowledge in his own brighter manner. Ward shook his head and Wilson ushered Holding out of the room. For a few minutes Ward thought hard. The papers relating to Holding and his pos- sible relation to Mayo’s case were spread out before him. He went over and over them, looking for a possible new avenue from which he could startle Hold- ing into the admission he wanted. He called up the safe-deposit people over the *phone. The clerk who had his matter in charge was away. Ward left a message for him to call him up as soon as he got back. He refreshed his recollection of the streets Holding would have to traverse from Brice’s office to —— | the safe-deposit company; he figured out the lapse of time. For the first minutes his mind worked like clock. work. Then—for another interval he knew the thought of Ruth was coming back and fought dvsper- ately to keep himself from it. But it was to no avail. Back it all swept—the flood of misery. of shame, benumbing his mind, paralyzing his will, wider- mining the foundations of his belief in the ellicacy of right action, of any action. He was trembling with the shock of it when Wilson brought Holding again into the room. At first \\ard looked at him unseeingly, not comprehending. His own agony obsessed him. ‘hen he remembered. He raised his head and looked at the man questioningly. Holding was a fine, forceful male. One couli! see there would be no hesitation there to fight for tliose things that he considered essential to his man|iod. Their moral standards might be different. Holding might be corrupt to the core in his business relations. But if what he thought his honor were menace: hi would fight! If it were his wife— Ward shrank away from his own thought. The other man would not be living, triumphing. Holding would not lave forgiven his wife, be living with her. Ward’s fore- head scorched. And then it was cold with drop- of sweat. He was sick with disgust for everything. lle couldn’t bear the man in his sight a minute loner. He wiped his forehead and stammered to Holding “You needn’t—stay now. I won’t need you witil the case comes to court. Or—I’'ll talk to you anotler time—or get what I want then—” In his haste to get Holding out of the room is voice was apologetic. He found difficulty in mecting the eyes of the wondering boor. When he did vet them Holding almost shouted. The lawyer’s eyes. as he tried to face the other man, were cowed. Holding, swelling with a sense of his own on- nipotence, turned on his heel more than half insole::tly and went whistling from the room. If Mayo, as many asserted, had made the «ity contributory to him to the extent of several millions. there was little in his house or manner of living to show it. The house was moderate in size, plain «nd comfortable, in a quarter of the city that had never been more than respectable and now was left so 11 behind in the growth of the city that it was, in gencral. shabby. In comparison with sagging gates, broken shutt. rs. and woodwork gray-brown from chronic lack of pa ut. the Mayos’ wide, square, red-brick house, alwiys freshly painted as to doors and window-sills and s! \\t- ters, and shining bright as to broad-paned windows. and—wonder to relate—with not one bar of its spi) «d iron fence broken, represented the one heartening |)it of prosperity and self-respect upon the street. @ There were a few of Mayo’s plain old eity friei!s who knew, or suspected, the bit of tenderly hid/:n’ sentiment that kept him loyal to the old house and tc old street. It was the first home of his young ™ hood, the one to which he had taken Claire’s mot «r after the baldly simple ceremony by which the world had given its consent that they should be one. })\'t there was another r otive as deeply hidden and }\'- haps quite as potent as this. Where he ruled he }'° ferred to rule, not because his subjects’ eyes wire dazzled with the show of riches, but because he w:\s the strongest man among them, holding his apparen'|y impregnable position as he had won it—by reason of the dominating force that pushed him always to tie front. Therefore he kept his fortune—whatever + might be—carefully stored away, so much ammunition to be used in warfare. But his home was guarded @ bit more jealously still.

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lson Ward * oWn Lised Few of his business associates knew the inside of it. But it happened that on the eve of the date set for his trial the Big Man slipped on a banana peeling and sprained his ankle. Consequently several of those who were concerned were summoned to the house to con- fer with him relative to the defense. Brice, Holding’s principal, was there, a black-eyed man with a jaw like a steel trap; and Holding and Mayo’s attorneys. The Big Man had retained the same lawyers that had conducted the defense in the Garvin case; there . the closed folding-door. HARPER’S BAZAR piano very softly played and still further softened by It happened to be Sunday afternoon and the music, while it wandered through many ages and chose among many composers, had in it always something that was gently in tune with the simpler and more austere observance of the day. The Big Man sat at the head of a huge library table, his bandaged foot on a chair at the side, so he was slightly turned away from the others. Around the desk were the lawyers, Mayo’s chief lieutenant among 169 “ But I must have put him off the track, for he let it drop.” “ That’s curious,” put in the senior counsel. “ From what I know of Ward he’s the last man to let go of an idea once he has got it. He hangs on to it like a bulldog.” “Maybe he wasn’t really warm,” suggested Brice, rather eagerly. “ Repeat just what Mr. Ward said,” Mayo directed Holding. “Holding repeated his account. “And then when I came back into the room he just sort of faded away,” \cre no shrewder criminal lawyers in the city, unless one considered those whose assignment to a case wou!d brand it immediately as one that could be won only by crooked legal makeshifts. Brice was evidently nerv- ous. He was a self-sufficient, arbitrary man, but at this moment he was leaning a good deal on Holding with lis reports of victory over Ward. The room in which they held their consultation was the second of the series of three square, old-fashioned apartments that occupied the first floor of Mayo’s house. It was furnished comfortably enough, but without one item of superfluous decoration. The big chairs were leather-covered, the pictures on the wall * Belshazzar’s Feast” and other equally solemn art «forts contemporary with it. Claire’s tasteful hand, whieh was beginning to ‘be felt in the rest of the louse, had been stayed at the door of her father’s study. From the front room came the strains of a afraid of me.” ended. “He looked at me like he was kind of From that moment Lyman felt that he had the Big Man back of him the ward politicians, and Brice. They had just heard Holding’s report of his interview with Ward. “You think he had his hand on the safe-deposit business?” asked Brice, with his air of having unwill- ingly let something valuable escape with his words. “Sure!” Holding had lost something of his awe of his employer with the novel sense of importance. Every one smiled involuntarily at Holding’s swell- ing chest. But his employer put an end to his period of self-satisfaction by saying, dryly: “ You'd better wait and see that Mr. Ward doesn’t turn you inside out when he gets you in the witness-box.. Suppose you go now and absorb all the starch you can.” (Continued on page 200)

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HARPER’S BAZAR § The opinions expressed in this article are those of the writer. they in harmony with the editorial policy of the Bazar. BY-INEZ-HAYNES-GILLMORE © 1.THE DOUBLE STANDARD They are not the opinions of the editors, nor are They are published here because they are interesting and brilliantly presented, and because experience shows that our readers always enjoy a new point of view, even when they do not share it.—Tuer Eptirors. "3}OR a long time after I made my | discoveries in regard to the life of woman I was afraid to speak of them to others. Almost I was ise} ashamed to admit them to myself. My mother, her mother, her mother’s mother, and all their predecessors must have taken these conditions for granted. Apparently they believed that they were just and natural, that they always had prevailed and always would prevail. Questioning them was like question- ing the ordered march of the universe. At any rate, they registered no complaint. But my mother’s daughter considers them neither just nor natural. She believes that they are doomed. She believes that even now she feels those preliminary throes by which an outworn social convention announces its dissolution. I often wonder if the superficial aspect that my women ancestors presented to the world was the real aspect. Personally I do not be- lieve that it was. I feel certain that, silent and inarticulate as they seemed, they must have known thoughts that they never ex- pressed. My grandmother, for instance! How I would like to sit down with her to what she herself would call “a dish of conversa- tion”! Delicious, vigorous, forthright old lady! It is said that she went to church on every possible occasion, brought up a large family literally in the fear of the Lord, read the Bible and Shakespeare Where would she fit in these troublous and disorganized times? I feel sure that she would spurn the suf- fragists. For although she did almost every- thing that a man could do, she must do it in the home. I feel equally sure that the anti-suffragists would spurn her. She was not exactly the type of household angel. To be sure, she stayed in the home, but, oh, the rough, rude, coarse work she did there! How J would like to hear her secret opinion of things! There was a time in my life when I took these conditions for granted as amicably as she did. Then after a while, lifted, I suppose, on one of those waves of feminine unrest which for nearly a century have been shaking the established order by their silent and subtle force, I began to study the world in which I lived. For a long time I kept the result of my in- vestigations to myself. 1 was ashamed of them. I was afraid of the Average Woman. I hated to arouse her scorn, dislike, and dis- trust. I have gone past all that. I know now, of course, that all over the world there are thousands of women thinking what I am think- ing and many, I doubt not, praying nightly to be cured of such heresy. I consider it one of the special privileges that life has offered me that I can register my complaints. Much, however, as I feared the Average Woman—and only women will understand how much—still more did I fear the Average Man. I remember how tentatively at first I intro- duced my heretical ideas into conversation, with what humble apology and glib explana- tion, ready to tack at the slightest sign of disapproval. How often I was convinced that what the Average Man said in rebuttal was right, not because it was profound or logical or consistent, but simply because an Average Man said it. I have an intuition, Average Man, that I knew exactly how you felt when you talked with me, how you feel when you read this. You feel as -if the’ family cow— harmless, necessary beast—had suddenly sat down to tle piano and played a Beethoven sonata. It is not so much that you begrudge musical instinct to the cow. It is that musical instinct is so destructive to all established concepts of cows, and that piano-playing, on ’ beginning. a cow’s part, interferes with domestic routine. Oh, dear, kind, irritating, irritable, illogically generous, know-it-all, I-told-you-sq Average Man, how much must be laid at your door! How you have obsessed the imagination of woman! What a bugbear you have always been to her! What an obstacle! How often and how platitudinously you have instructed her in regard to her duty as a woman! It never occurred to her to instruct you in your duty as a man. For how many years you wondered if a college education would unfit her for wifehood and motherhood! It never entered her head to wonder if a college edu- cation had unfitted you for husbandhood and fatherhood. Not that I do not admire and love you. Not that I would have you abol- ished. As an institution long may you wave. If it were not for you the offices of husband, son, and brother would disappear from the world. No, we need you as much as you need us. Only you must not do our thinking for us any longer. . I have been pushed on to make my dis- coveries in regard to the life of woman by two feelings—a feeling of alienage and a feel- ing of sex discontent. For several years now I have felt myself alien to this world, and alien not because of race or color, but alien because of changing economic conditions. It seems to me that sociologically, so to speak, I hang in a void midway between two spheres—the man’s sphere and the woman’s sphere. A_ profes- sional career, which takes much time and energy, puts me beyond the reach of the aver- age woman’s duties and pleasures. The con- ventional limitations of the female lot put me beyond the reach of the average man’s duties and pleasures. I do not regret these changing economic conditions. For although they made my youth meagre, they have made my maturity rich. Sometimes I think I am the only woman in the world who would not be young again if she could. This feeling of alienage is of comparatively recent growth. But that other feeling—sex discontent—has oppressed me all my life. Not since I started to do my own thinking have I been in any doubt as to which sphere most attracted me. The duties and pleasures of the average woman bore and irritate. The duties and pleasures of the average man interest and allure. This seemed the most shameful of all my discoveries. But I soon found that it was a feeling which I shared with the majority of my kind. I have never met a man who at any time wanted to be a woman. I have met very few women who have not at some time or other wanted to be men. It was only after careful observation and long thought that I discovered the reason for my sex discontent. I had to go back to my very W) As I look back upon my youth it is like gazing upon a long, gray, dusty, arid stretch of desert. My girlhood was buried in a period of family history which trailed prosperous, stirring, and romantic days. Of all social at- mosphere this is the most deadly. We were poor, but not poor enough. That is to say, we were poor enough to be dull, but not poor enough to be picturesque, poor enough to be put to all the threadbare makeshifts of a faded gentility, but not poor enough to enjoy the hearty, vulgar social promiscuity of the frankly poverty-stricken. I have often humor- ously contrasted my lot with that of the poorer but more fortunate maidens who lived in a college-settlement neighborhood, my paucity with their fecundity of social experi- ence. I used to tell my mother that if she had been canny and humble enough to take advantage of that movement. she could have given her daughters every social advantage. “Who knows,” I used to say, “ but what we would all have married millionaires?” ww) Like all young people of imagination sur- rounded by untoward fortune, I lived a nega- tive life of the flesh, a positive life of the spirit. I constructed a world of faery into which I retreated from the world of actuality. It was easy enough to create such a universe. I got much of my building-material from my reading—“ her nose,” my parents used proudly to say, “is always in a book.” I realize now that they thought this indicated intellectual activity, when, in point of fact, it meant only an advanced stage of mental laziness. I also borrowed from the drama, for all my pennies went to open the door of the theater gallery. When [ retreated to: my mental world, I was one kind of person—happy, ambitious, alert, mentally eager. When I returned to my actual world, I was quite another kind of person bored, lonely, inert, supine. For a long time this imaginative world satis- fied me. I thought that my dissatisfaction with the actual world was due to the purely . fortuitous conditions of my existence. But as I observed the state of more fortunate women it seemed to me that, aside from a superficial feeling’ of security, they were not a whit more happy than I. I decided that the fault went deeper—ihat the flaw was with the scheme of things, that life itself was a swindle, a kind of “con game” foisted on us by the sardonic gods. But presently I began a real study of the problem. I began to look the facts of the woman’s life straight in the face—to compare them with those of the man’s life. With men, I soon discovered, none of the accidental con- ditions nor none of the eternal conditions went so hard. My brothers, for instance! That strangling gray fog of poverty pressed on them as it pressed on me, but it did not press so hard. They were always escaping, not like me to an imaginative world, but to an actual, if invisible, world—that scarlet-and-gold coun- try of the foot-loose male. iW) I believed at first that somewhere there ex- isted some such actual world for women. I had the yearning for adventure and romance, common without distinction of sex to the youth of every generation. This appetite had been stimulated by voracious reading which, of course, supplied me with much vicarious adventure, In spite of the Gallic quality so unpleasant always to the Anglo-Saxon mind, Mademoiselle. de Maupin still remains the most fascinating of novels to me, and Rosalind still holds her place in my affection as the most enchanting of Shakespearian heroines. The reason is not far to seek—Mademoiselle de Maupin and Rosalind actually did what every woman secretly longs to do—donned doublet and hose and went adventuring. It seemed to me in those days that the atmos- phere of the world was saturated with ro- mance, that life itself was potential with ad- venture. The sense of adventure in the de- parture of a train was so strong that to this day a railroad station is the most thrilling of places. And the sight of vessels sailing out of harbor gave me a sensation of romance that I have never lost. No runaway lad pawning his belongings to go West and become a cow- boy or stowing away aboard some ocean tramp to become a sailor was more to see the strange places of the earth. I had . , es =

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—— a a an eee a 1" Fiennes — ae hom HARPER'S BAZAR j aS! 2a A the contempt common to youth for average bromidic, every-day experience. I wanted the extraordinary to happen—the strange, the mysterious, the beautiful, the picturesque, the dangerous and unexpected. -I had, moreover, a sense of spiritual adventure. I longed to see a ghost. The strange part, as I look back upon those yeurs, is how I trusted life. Custom had decreed that as a female being I could not go out in search of adventure. I was sure that life would bring it to me. I could not believe it would thwart every bold impulse of my spirit as it had thwarted all the de- sires of the women who lived before me. Of course I was sanguine as all young things are. At times I was positively dizzy with a sense of the glorious hazards of the human span. Once when I was eighteen one of those ap- preciations struck me with a swoop and a tingle. I was walking at the time, but I stood stock still in the street. “Only think,” I remember addressing myself mentally, “ you have fifty-two years more to live and in that time almost anything can happen.” But “almost anything” did not happen. In fact, with a persistence which almost wore me out, nothing continued to happen. I saw one brother lose himself in the West and an- other in South America. I watched boy cousins scatter to the four corners of the earth. And, beaten by the same lust for adventure, I waited as perennially women have waited, depending on chance as perennial- ly women have depended. It was a long time before I realized that, though nature recog- nizes no sex in the desire for romance and adventure, the world has set up a double standard in regard to it, one for men and one for women. “ Almost anything” can hap- pen to men. “ Almost anything” does happen to them. They walk boldly out on to the highway of the world and pluck these golden apples from the very tree of life. But to women adventure, excepting always what must be for most of them the only adventure—love and marriage—comes in the most casual way, comes, if at all, at such long intervals that it often finds them unready and afraid. Even the adventure of marriage is accidental. They cannot demand it of life. But long before I had recognized this truth my longing for romance and adventure had been augmented by another desire. I began to develop an enormous curiosity about life. I no longer confined my interest to the strange, the mysterious, the beautiful, the picturesque, the dangerous and unexpected. I was inter- ested in any phases of life. In fact, I leaned backward a little; the more average and every- day and common the aspect, the more it inter- ested me. ‘This I think grew out of my college experience. A group of us—I suppose we thought we represented the last ery in modern woman- hood—were taking courses in composition, lit- erature, philosophy, ethics, and economics. Life was our passion. We examined it as carefully as if it were a phenomenon that had appeared with our generation. There was nothing that we did not want to know about it, nothing that we were not prepared to face. We had gone past theory; we wanted the evidence. Most of us showed the romantic outlook in the fiction, anemic like all college fiction, which we turned out; but a few were committed to that turgid and detailed realism which seems inevitable to one phase of creative development. Occasionally at lunch discussion would break out over romanticism versus real- ism, our moot point. As it waxed hot we cut lecture after lecture. Sometimes six o'clock came and found ns still arguing. I cite this to show our temper. In passing I will add that I believe that those hours of controversy did us more good than double that time spent listening to the lectures which we so blithely eut. Any outsider, especially were he of the other sex, must have been impressed. We were articulately eloquent. We were passionately convinced. We were fluently logical. But when it came to facts our controversy was matter for mirth. We always had to turn to books for our evidence—to the fictionists of various periods. Not that we hesitated to face anything in the world of books. Our reading courses compelled emancipation from every point of view. The Hebrews, the Greeks, the Latins, the Elizabethans, the medievalists, the great modern Russians, the French, the Germans, the Italians—Boccaccio, Cervantes, Dante, Shakespeare, Molitre—we ranged fear- lessly over the whole area of creative fiction. But it never occurred to us that we were ~ studying a second-hand world, that we were getting our life in translation, that we never really had a face-to-face encounter with it. There was in the same town a university for men—in fact, we were a college in that uni- versity. I do not believe that the young men of that university talked with quite as much fluency as we did. I doubt if there were such readers among them. It is extremely unlikely that they were more conscious than we of life as an experience. But I am very sure that while we were talking about life they were living it. They were talking all the time to the man in the street, the cabman, the barber, the policeman. They were talking a great deal to the woman in industry, the shop- girl, the waitress, the stenographer. They were talking to us.. We were talking a great deal to them. We were talking a little as opportunity served to the woman in industry. We were talking not at all to the man in the street. We promised at best never to be more than amateurs at life. Any one of them, ac- cording to the way they used their opportuni- ties, might become artists. Considering the experience of life as a circle, they might at best run the entire round of that circle. At best we could only run a limited are of it. And it must always be the same are. In other words, the world has also set up a double standard of experience—one for men, one for women. Now I am no snob in regard to experience. ™“ Any one aspect of life is, of course, as good as any other, whether it be that aspect of lavender and old lace with which Jane Austen ushered in the modern realistic school, or that aspect of social carnage with which, later, Emile Zola tempestuously carried it on. I am a democrat in regard to experience—so much a democrat that I hold it absurd to limit one-half the human race to a single inevitable, never- changing type of experience. Of course there are a few experiences that are essentially sexed —experiences that proceed from relationships— fatherhood and motherhood, sisterhood and brotherhood. But between those two classes there is a broad mass of experience essential- ly sexless, essentially human. My quarrel with life is that women are permitted to en- joy so few of the human experiences. It is another way of putting this thought to say that men are sons, brothers, husbands, fathers, and a thousand things besides. Women are daughters, sisters, wives, mothers, and beyond that nothing, not even citizens. ® In my college group there were half a dozen women who have since become writers—poets, dramatists, and novelists. One of these has told me that she has to leave unwritten a good part of the stories which come to her because she has no basis of experience to justify her in writing them. They are men’s stories, but the experience behind them is not necessarily male, only human. She resents that, and I resent it with her. For myself, along the line of the double standard, there is nothing that so frays and pinches and crushes my spirit as this double standard of experience. I happen to have car- ried into maturity that passionate interest in life which my college training developed. I am interested in people, not because they are good or bad, or rich or poor, or beautiful or ugly, or brilliant or dull, but just because they are people. I am interested in any manifesta- tion of life, whether it be in small towns, big cities, streets, churches, barber-shops, apart- ment-houses, saloons, race-tracks, pool-rooms, college settlements, moving pictures, cafés, gambling-dens, department stores, college athletics, prize-fights, politics, professional baseball, et cetera, ad infinitum. I fancy the Average Man making a wry face over that last sentence. I hear him say: “How can you—it’s so unwomanly!” That comment is as foolish as “ How can you—-it’s so unmanly!” What has sex to do with our intellectual inter- ests? The fact remains that I am interested in all those things. I maintain that it is a perfectly legitimate interest. But how much first-hand information can I get, do you sup- pose, on the majority of them? Positively none. Life. has been. sifted, strained, twisted, warped, compressed, prettified, decorated, falsi- fied, and expurgated for me. This “keeps me a humble listener to men’s conversation. I am always trying to eke out*my scanty meal at life’s table with the crumbs from theirs. For, considered from one point of view, the dullest man who ever lived is more interesting than the most brilliant woman. What he knows he knows. What she knows she guesses. All women are Helen Kellers—modified. I have never adjusted myself to this injustice. 1 eavesdrop shamelessly in public conveyances to the man-talk about me. It is matter for genuine heartbreak with me that I cannot frequent the smoking-rooms of trains and steamers. How I envy man his ample, un- questioned social freedom, his privilege of social initiative, his spiritual privacy, his ninety-nine per cent. of laughter on the hu- mor of existence, his crisp, racy, expressive vocabulary. Occasionally I get a brief sip of what daily the average man quaffs in huge bumpers—and how sparkling and intoxicating it seems! An extraordinary experience came once when I was checking in a voting-booth Election Day. In the middle of the afternoon business slack- ened; for an hour nobody came in to vote. The warden, his two assistants, the Republican checker, the Democratic checker, the police- man, and I fell into conversation. I was the only person among them who had a figment of a sense of grammar. But what a talk that was! One of them had survived a yellow-fever epidemic in New Orleans. A second had been in San Francisco at the time of the earth- quake. A third had served in the Philippines during the Spanish War. They all had the wonderful curt articulateness of their sex and class. That stands out as a red-letter experi- ence of my life. When I left the booth late that afternoon the policeman said: “ Lady, we've enjoyed having you here to-day—you’ve had fine inflooence on these men. They talk pretty rough when they’re alone.” That re- mark did not flatter me. I have been guilt- less all my life of the desire to exert a “ re- fining” influence on men. All I want is to know them as they are. I am a great admirer of my own sex—its stanch supporter. I pity women so much that it makes me ache to think of the life they lead. It is a feat almost beyond my mental courage to look back and down the ages and imagine what their life brought them. In and out of season I have worked for them. But I must confess that of all human beings the Average Woman comes nearest to boring. I know of no deadlier moment in the whole social round than when at a dinner party the women rise from the table. How my heart faints at the thought of that segregation! How well | know the round of average feminine talk— children, servants, dress, small gossip—and all from an unilluminated point of view. Men think that women always talk about men when they are aione. Would that that were true! For women are never so inter- esting as when they discuss the single aspect which men show to women, for that is the only subject that women know. Yes, woman is often dull, but not because she is a woman. Womanhood is not per se a less interesting state than manhood. It is only that the double standard has built a series of block- ades about her. Through them she gets only peep-hole glimpses at life. On the other hand, I am often charmed and thrilled with the much that the average woman makes of her tiny, furtive peeps at the world. And oc- casionally, of course, I come across the excep- tional case—the woman who has all the in- stinct of her own sex for detailed observation and by good fortune the wider experience of the other. She at once takes her place with man-—above the salt at the social table. -For my own part, I think the exceptional woman often puts the exceptional man quite in the shade. I had not lived long in the world, of course, before I came across the most obvious of all phases of the double standard—the double standard of morality. Curiously enough, this seems to be the only aspect that bothers the world at large. I hope that some day somebody will count the number of times that the following question has been used in the modern drama: “Oh, why should there be one standard for men and another for women?” Why, indeed? In an age so (Continued on page 210) aa wen

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172 BARGARET took the packages from my farms (like Eugene Field’s boy with the armful of eggs, I could not have laid one Ss down without dropping all), ripped off tote the wrapping-paper, approved them, and then packed them in the trunk before which she knelt. I love to watch Margaret pack a trunk, she does it with so much design and earnestness! Then, too, her hair always billows over her low forehead and her eyes But that’s neither here nor there! She said: “ We are getting on finely! Everything is going to be ready without our having had to— What?” “ Nothing, except that you are putting that smok- ing-jacket in!” She extended her hand for it. I’ve told you that you can’t wear it here any more. If any one came in und found you with it they would think— Yes?” “ At least I have got to have those rubber-soled shoes,” I remonstrated, taking one of them from a crevice between some soft-collared flannel shirts. But she shook her head. “If,” she said, as she recovered the shoe, “we kept out all the things we wanted, there would be nothing left to pack and it would all pile up at the last moment and we should become demoralized. Whereas now,” she continued, replacing the shoes and the jacket, “we shall be all ready when the time comes without having tired our- selves to death! If you want to lift that tray in— Just a moment,” as she pressed three or four lumps down, “and be careful. If anything happened to that pitcher, I should—” “It will be all right,” I reassured her, pressing it down with a wooden plate. “ Stand clear!” “Fine!” she laughed, using as a “bumper” for breakables a pair of flannel trousers which I had been in the habit of wearing on rainy evenings in my “den.” “ This is the fifteenth of May. Ina mouth and a half we shall be out of this noise—and heat—and ’ Those THINGS for th HARPER’S BAZAR dust!” she concluded, accenting the words with pres- sure on a shapeless rain-coat which 1 coveted. Then suddenly her expression changed. “I won- der,” she said, abruptly, “ if the Perkinses are going to want us to get them anything. You remember how it was last year.” ‘IT remember! We had met the Perkinses the first time we went to Simco. In more detail: we had rented a deserted shack of them on a gem of a lake for our honeymoon. They were kindly, big-souled people to whom, in addition to the rental of the shack, we paid scandalous prices for eggs, butter, milk, and the rest of our supplies. And through the glamour of our new-found happiness and their frank interest, and the way they took us in, we had parted the best of friends when the five weeks were gone. Moreover, before parting 1 had bought the shack and the ‘ten acres nearest it and left with the Perkinses a list of things I wanted done about “ the place.” “Such dear, quaint people!” Margaret said, in tell- ing our friends in town of them: “‘ Grandthur’ Per- kins wears ‘ spec’s,’ calls the road the ‘ rawd,’ speaks of ‘Rooshy’ and ‘ Alasky.’ He is a dear old man!” “ And,” I would add, “ he thinks ‘ East Lynne’ ‘ the slickest drammy ol’ Shakespeare ever wrut.’ As Mar- garet says, le is one of the dearest old men in the world! But you must see him to appreciate him. So if you are within a hundred miles of Simco, Maine, this summer run over to us and we'll take you over to the farm and show ‘Grandthur’ Perkins off!” We did not exaggerate when we said what we did of “Grandthur” and the other Perkinses. One had to see them to realize their beneficial influence: though they worked early and late, they never hurried, and as a result they had none of the little jumping devils which we call “nerves.” The only chronometers the Perkinses used were their stomachs and muscles; this and the fact that when it was dark it was substantial- ly bedtime, and the corresponding corollary that get- “Bring me anything that will fit these @pecifications,”’ I shouted “I don’t care how it looke” ting light meant getting up. Each family had seven-foot clock which kept phenomenal time, nary Perkins heeded it. «They valued calendars o: for their pictorial properties and never took trouble to keep the months running accurately. “The day is long and you'll get plenty work do they would say. And they lived this creed as if had been, as perhaps it was in their eyes, anot catechism. And their example so relaxed us t the end of our vacations found us fairly satura with “ Perkins ” restedness. They had, then, become superior to Time and so doing had attained Nirvana. one feature of it which we seriously disliked: e: June, as if timed to the hottest days when we w doing the last and hardest of our packing, there wo come to us a cry from the Perkinses; no faint cr) a letter beginning with a detailed account of the » our shack and favorite trees had stood the wint: storms and the spring floods; then the gladness the Perkins en masse et en gros at the prospect seeing “John and Margaret” again; and lastly postscript, “ Would it be any trouble to get long list of things for them to be brought with when we came. I say that this report and the accompanying ap): invariably reached us at a time when we were « pressed on our own account; and the dozen thing they always wanted always overflowed our trunk And yet there wa ” a mile- 7 and left us with a box or a “ hold-all” full of break- able packages. So that Margaret should wonder if this spring, too, we w: going to have the usual eleventh-hour list from t)x Perkinges. “Heaven knows,” I replied, moodily. “The o thing to do is to write to them and ask them wi ? they want and then we can get the things gradually. “T had not thought of that,” said Margaret, gra‘ fyingly. “I'll write them before we go to bed!” it was little wonder thia

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HARPER'S BAZAR And to the floorwalker I faltered, “I want the girl with the yellow hair” She did so and I mailed the letter in town the next morning. Then we waited for the Perkinses’ answer; waited first with security as the days became weeks, the sudden heat of mid-June passed, and the days of our deliverance drew near. “For onee,” we laughed, “we've escaped them!” This was on Wednesday night, and the boat which would take us from the hot city left Friday noon. Nothing on Thursday. Friday morning broke calm and breathless, locusts registering the heat almost at sunrise, the cloudless sky offering no obstruction to the sun’s relentless glare. In fact, it was so intol- erably hot that we took a cab to the wharf. On the way I told the driver to stop at my office. I wanted to be sure that my new stenographer knew wher to forward my mail. As I opened the door, in leaving, my new stenog- rapler put a letter in my hand. “thank you,” I said, facetiously; “it came just in tine, didn’t it?” Absent-mindedly I opened it. Great heavens! why did I? For it was from “Aunt ” Mary Perkins and it ran: “DEAR JOHN AND Marearet,—I don’t know what you'll think we haven’t any of us written to you be- fore to say your place come through the blizzard all right with a new post under the piazza and three windows broke which we fixed. They’s all the water you'll want in your cistern; I guess it rained so hard ‘most all the spring, and some snow left in the woods up to two weeks ago and ain’t any of the trees down to speak about. Jerome’s down with croup two weeks, but nearly out of it by now. Pa’s asthma’s troubling him fearful, Samuel’s deputy sheriff, and Moses been kicked by Alexander’s new horse; he’d written himself but it’s bothering him yet. “Tt “ll be reel good to see both of you. “T am, with love, AUNT MARY PERKINS. “P. S—Bartholomew’s learned a lot this year at business college at Bangor, though it’s made him a dood. If it won’t be any bother, won’t Margaret get a bunnit for mother—-something comfortable and not too showy, with a little patch of flowers onto it? Maria wants a back comb; she dropped hers last month and Hosea Larkins stepped onto it. And some day when she’s got the time, won’t she get a waste pattern for Ruth like this?” (A mass of figures which I took to be measurements.) ‘“ Could she get a imita- tion reel jewelry ring the size of this circle for Ly- sander’s Hepsie. She’d be reel glad for it. And half a dozen blue cups for old Eliza, if it wouldn't be too much. The glass on the percolater Margaret give us last Christmas got broken by the girl. Could you please bring one along? Little George, Franklin’s boy, is set on some gold-fish; I don’t suppose you could.” And the postscript closed with a hope that I wouldn't forget my promise of the preceding fall to bring a pair of bellows for old Uncle Dan. “Street floor,” said the elevator-boy, as if he had reminded me of the fact before, and I tottered out to the cab and Margaret. “ Here’s the letter from the Perkinses,” I said, weak- ly. Then I collapsed. “Yes,” she said, staring at it as if it fascinated her to the degree that it had fascinated me, “and it’s the worst— Why, John, it’s a quarter past eleven now! I don’t see how— Still, they are such kind people! They don’t realize what they are asking. I'll do the best I can, but,” with diminishing courage, “it is frightfully hot.” When the corners of Margaret’s mouth droop it goes through me. “ You’re going to the boat,” I said. things myself!” “ But you won’t know what to ask for!” “Then I'll ask the saleswoman,” I replied. I sprang out of the cab and ordered another. “Go to the boat and sit in the shade,” I commanded; “ I'll tend to these!” “ Ask the yellow-haired girl at the third counter on the fourth floor at ‘ Moore’s’ for the waist. And perhaps you can get all the things there,” Margaret called, gratefully. “And remember that—” “Tl get these But I waited no longer. girl, all right. Just time!” I leaned into my hers turned down toward the cool harbor I told my man to make “ Moore’s” in the reckless time Le could. I had never been in “ Moore’s ” “T'll find the yellow-haired little and as now I’m a pressed for cab, Margaret in most before, or, for that matter, in any large department store, and its size astonished me. But I entered the elevator, at the door of which an attendant was reciting something which suggested Walt Whitman: “ All suits, coats, furs, and winter garments; silk, underwear, linen waists, all white goods and shirts,” he persisted asked for the fourth yellow hair. “ Crockery, glass, and rubber goods,” he shirtwaists us I wedged myself in and floor and the girl with the went on. “ Boots, shoes, china, and music. * All—of—’em—have—yellow—hair. “No, lady, this is not the sixth floor. Children’s toys and all sorts of gents’ sporting goods!” he wailed. Then, hoisted, he slammed the door and passed into the ceiling. And grateful for being free of his gibberish, I but toned my coat, clutched my hat in one hand, and gave myself hopelessly to the maelstrom. Yet, for all his demented mutterings, he had been right in saying that all the girls had yellow hair: there were shades and grades of yellow, but with very rare exceptions each head approached a tan. More over, I did not know how the numbers ran—that is to say, from what you counted in order to find the “third counter to the left.” And the great room was a very much overcrowded asylum, each inmate in a different, though progressive, stage of neurasthenia—_ the whole crazy hubbub heightened by the zing of change-boxes which, stiung on ran foolishly here and there. y “ After a few, a very few minutes of this, I shall be as they are,” I told myself. And to the floor-walker 1 faltered : “TI want the girl with the yellow hair.” (Continued on page 213) leaning back against those he wires,

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Our ‘Harper’s Bazar” Happyland Club DEAR TEACHERS, MOTHERS, AND CHILDREN,—I ex- pected our Happyland Club would be popular. How could it help being so with its splendid, helpful aim and motto? But with all my hope I was unprepared for such a wonderful and swift response as came the moment its announcement appeared. The clubs and groups of ten and more came tumbling in, or so it seemed, from everywhere. Maryland is our banner State just now, but with so many sending in lists of members the status may be changed any day. One bright writer, Florence Coulby, of that State, sent a club of twenty-two children, comprising nearly all the scholars of the King’s Creek School. I expect to have a nice report from her branch club soon. The Ina School, Ohio, joined in a body. They have, however, organized in clubs of ten, with a branch president for each ten. Several boarding-schools have sent in branch clubs. In Pennsylvania a brother and sister, twins of nine years, each formed a branch club. One has ten boy members and the other ten girl Happylanders. By the way, if you can get more than ten children to join, do so by all means. ‘Two bright girls in Plymouth, Massachusetts, have formed two clubs—one of fifty, the other of fifty-five members! Now if there are any children who have not sent me their names to be entered on our Happyland List, do so now, at once, and while sending get ten or more young friends to come with you, so I can mail you a lovely pennant. I hope more schools will join our band, for if we all try to live up to our aim and motto it is bound to make school a most delightful place. I expect very soon to give reports from some of our branch Happyland Clubs. Many of them are writing to me and others I trust will. I shall answer every letter in some way, by mail or through our pages in the Bazar. Remember our great contest. I have tried to have something in it to interest every girl and boy. It seems to me that some of our clubs might enjoy working together on articles to be used in the competitions. Every member of our great Harper’s BazArR Happyland Club is entitled to try for the many nice prizes and every boy and girl is invited to become a member. Let the mothers, teachers, and children everywhere write to me for any desired information regarding Happyland. I shall be glad to give it. Lovingly yours, AunT Joy. Our April Puzzle A SPELLING MATCH THERE was once a very famous battle in April called Concord. See how many words you can make from Concord and send them to me. As there is only one vowel in the word repeated you can’t make as many as with some words, but I think you may make twenty. Please tell me the exact date of the battle when you send me the answer. ADDITION The third of a hat, the fourth of a pear, the end A prize question HARPER’S BAZAR The Happylanders tumbling in of the year, the beginning of India added to fifty make the fourth sister in a family of twelve. What is her name? REWARDS A book for the best answer. Another book, How to Use Wood-working Tools, for the best answer by a boy. Ten Easter post-cards for the next two best answers, and the next five go on the Roll of Honor. Answers should be sent by April 15th. Boys will find this book a help in the Happyland contest. Boys’ clubs should try for it, then use it in their carpentry work. Prize Winners TWO BOOKS George C. Stevens, Dunham, Canada, and Lucy Jacks, Forsyth, Georgia. POST-CARD ALBUM Sylvia D. Elmore, North Franklin, Connecticut. ROLL OF HONOR Mary L. Gault, James Wharton, John Sleight, Mary E. Fox, Rachel Ingersoll, Hester Sears Walker, Helen Graves. Answers to March Puzzies HIDDEN ANIMALS Bear, lion, camel, horse, dog, kitten, ape, tiger, monkey, fox. . A Prize Question—Who Will Answer It? I will send a dollar to the boy or girl sending best answers to this question, a book to the next best, and enter several good replies on the Honor Roll. Aunt Joy, Why do most birds of prey build their nests o1: high, barren, inaccessible places? There is more than one reason. Give as miny as you can and send them by April 15th to Aunt Joy, Easter Eggs A GRANDMA writes that when she was a litile girl she thought it great fun to color Easter eggs. She and sister used to coax mother to save blown egg. shells for them and here are the ways they u-ed to color them. , They would wrap the shells in the outer skins oj onions, then put them in water, cover with more onion. skins, and boil them. When well boiled they woul cool the water, then unwrap and wash the shells. | made them all colors—mottled, yellow, brown. ani cream color. Some only partly under water would be parti-colored. Sometimes mother would give them a little blueing and they would have blue eggs of different shades, These colored eggs and a few with penciled faces and dunce caps made from letter-paper were all that vtand- ma had; and unless mother could supervise the boil- ‘ ing of the onioned eggs they didn’t have them, for they were not allowed to “ putter” around thie hot fireplace alone. A Happyland Prize Offer A HANDSOME tool chest to the boy between twelve and sixteen years old who does the best bit of car- pentry. The boys may have advice, but must do the actual work themselves. They should send in photo- graphs or careful sketches of their work. A handsomely equipped work-box to the girl between eleven and sixteen who dresses a doll most attractively and neatly. A very pretty doll to the child between eight and eleven who sends in the photograph of the best-dressed doll. A camera for the best amateur photograph taken during the summer by any Happyland member between eight and sixteen years. A handsome ink-stand for the best short story by a Happylander between eight and sixteen years. A handsome box of water-colors for the best draw- ing by a Happylander between twelve and sixteen years. A nice box of water-colors for the best drawing by a Happylander between eight and twelve years. The articles for competition may be sent at any time between now and September Ist. The awards will be made December Ist. OUR MAIL BOX ‘To Grandmother’s House We Go Deak Eprtor,—tI read the letter telling about Rob- ber’s Roost and thought perhaps some of the children would like to know about the play-house my cousin and I play in. It is not at my house, but at grand- ma’s, and we go there to play. There is a large field at the back of the house and lots of big rocks which make houses to play in. At one corner of the field is our special play-house. ‘The largest rock is a flat, smooth one, with moss yrown Addition is a ead trial

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on high, Many ag . J 4 Vv. tile girl zs. She Wh egg- used to skins of € onion- y Would ells, It yn. and ould be blueing shades, ces and ytand- he boil- -m, for the hot twelve of car- do the photo- etween ctively it and lressed taken ptween ry by draw- ixteen ng by , time ill be Rob- dren yusin rand- rown over it making a green carpet. Above are the large pranches of a tree for a roof. We call this our living- room, for there is a table which should be in a dining- room and a piano for the parlor. These pieces of furniture are of rock. From the living-room you step to the kitchen, which is a rock forming a cave in which we rigged up a stone fireplace, with a piece of tin for a top and an old stove funnel for the smoke to go through. F Sometimes we take our lunch up there and eat it on old pieces of broken dishes. We always bake an apple or potato in the fireplace or our lunch would not be complete. There is rather an abrupt back door from the kitchen, for you have to jump to the ground. As you jump from the kitchen you land in the back yard, which has all kinds of trees—apple, cherry, and wal- nut—also grape vines and barberry bushes. At the front a path or hallway leads from the parlor down to the front doorway and continues to the letter-box. The box is an old tin one we found and it was put up for us on a small tree near the rock. Coloring Easter eggs A little way from the rock is a group of white birches and we make believe it is the seashore, the country, the mountains, or any place we want to visit. Yours sincerely, Dorotuy BERRY. HypE Pagk, MASSACHUSETTS. A Very Nice Letter Deak Aunt Joy,—For a long time I have been longing to write to you, but no opportunity until the present has presented itself. I shall endeavor to do so now. We have taken HaRPer’s BAzar for a num- ber of years, but never have I enjoyed it as much as since the Children’s Corner began. I would love to be a member of your glub. Will you please allow me to make a suggestion regarding the club? I think it would be very nice for those writing to sign pen names and, of course, A spelling match their own names, which need not be printed; but kindly remember this is merely a suggestion. My little Manx kitten has come to tell me he is hungry, so I must close for the present. Here is a little riddle which I hope will be good enough to be published: I am of letters five composed And over me most girls have dozed. My first and second you can tell, In French they are an article. My third, fourth, fifth of tin are made, They’re made of tin that ne’er will fade. My whole is a language that is dead, You now can tell it from what’s said. Wishing the best of success for The Children’s Pages, Sincerely yours, GERTRUDE METZLER. Ontario, CANADA. A good puzzle, Gertrude. Who will answer it? A Young Naturalist Dear Eprror,—This summer my uncle sent me an aquarium. I have in it some sunfish and newts, a crawfish, a frog, and three walking-sticks. I got them .. dren sending me cor- HARPER'S myself with a net. I feed them all with flies. I am seven years old. Yours truly, Henry Parker, Jr. Worcester, Mass. Have You Formed a Club, Beatrice? Dear Eprror, — Perhaps the girls and boys would like to know something of New Mexico, the land of chili, hot tamales, adobe houses, and bronco-busting. It is not all the dry arid desert as is supposed. The great Pecos Valley we live in is one of the greatest artesian belts in the world and is very beautiful with trees, flowers, grass, and alfalfa. All these are pro- duced by irrigation from artesian wells which flow the year round. Twelve miles from the beautiful little city of Roswell, which is the metropolis of the great Pecos Valley, are the “ bottomless lakes.” There are three of these lakes and a number of small cup-like cavities known as “ devil holes.” These lakes have been sounded to a great depth without finding any bottom. Hence they are known as the “ bottom- less lakes.” We go there very often to camp and fish. _ Partly surrounding these lakes are high cliffs of a gyp formation. These cliffs are broken by deep crevices and a rock cast into one of them is heard to strike water far below. The lakes are supposed to be the outlets of a subterranean sea. The sur- rounding country for many miles is arid and desolate. The white mountains one hundred and twenty-five miles west of Roswell can be plainly seen. They are covereé with snow throughout the year. El Capitan Mountains are sixty-five miles away and appear so near that strangers want to walk over there before breakfast. The cowboy in reality is very different from those you see on the stage and in books and is fast disap- pearing altogether. One of our natives of the sand is the horned toad—a creature resembling a lizard, but ~ith a row of horns surrounding his head and covering his body. I am a little West-Virginian girl and was born in sight of the beautiful and historical Blennerhassett [sland. This is my Freshman year in the Roswell High School. Sincerely yours, BEATRICE TRINER. RosweEtL, New Mexico. A Very Busy Happyiander Dear Aunt Joy,—Sara did not send the names; I did. Lexington is a very little town and I got all the girls in town. Here are some of the kind deeds I have done: There are some poor little children down street and I was going by there and the bed was on fire. I put it out. Then I sent ten pounds of flour to some poor people and I brought some oranges to a lady whose husband has just died. I sent Sara some roses when she was sick a little while ago. I took a poor little kitten and kept it. I filled a stocking for our butler’s children and fixed a tree for our cook and fixed a stocking for our house- maids. We might go abroad next year so I can do a lot there. Thank you so much for the card. I am lovingly yours, LEXINGTON, VIRGINIA. WInrrrep WEST. Two Very Good Puzzies Deak Aunt Joy,—I have made two puzzles and, though they are easy, I am sending them to you. My first is a title of respect, my second is a nick- name for sister, my third is a way of drinking tea, my fourth is a letter. Mv whole is a famous river. In the next one you take the initials of the answers, put them together, and they give the answer. 1. A lassie. 2. Always green. 3. Very precise. 4. To rub out. 5. A contest. 6. Found in woods and orchards. 7. Used in dining-room. 8. Needed to write with. 9. Acorns grow on this tree. 10. The opposite of day. The answer means an age. ‘The words are of uneven length, and the first one is girl. My school is called A little group of prize-winners rect replies. Louisa wins a place in the Roll of Honor for the puzzles. So does Gertrude. One of Our Active Members DeaR Epitor,—Our Bazar came yesterday and I found The Children’s Pages very interesting. Let me tell you about a pet we had one winter. The ground for several weeks was covered with snow and ice and during this time a hen hatched under the house. There were four or five little chicks; all died except one. Mother let me take it into the kitchen for a few days. It grew very fast and became quite tame. When the cats were fed on the hearth he would get in the middle of the pan and pick right and left until he had finished his meal, when he would walk “I feed them all with flies” off and leave the rest for his furry friends. They seldom disturbed him. When the ground was clear again we turned him out and he became a big rooster. I have a tame rooster this year. His name is White Breast. I can pick him up anywhere. Long live the Children’s Page is the wish of Your little friend, EAsTon, MARYLAND. FLORENCE COULBY. To Happyiand Grandmothers A dear friend writes to us that she thinks the grandmothers ought to be, and will be, deeply inter- ested in this, our Happyland Home and Playground for girls and boys. I certainly hope so. Adopting her kindly sug- gestion, I extend a welcoming hand to all grand- mothers, who, through their grandchildren, are inter- ested in our plans. I shall be glad to have every one write to me and suggest improvements, tell me about the grandchildren and what the youngSters like best in the way of stories, plays, games, books, con- tests, and especially tell me what the children have done in the way of adding to the sum of happiness. The children don’t always tell their own kind deeds. They are modest and often fail to recognize that their loving act was worth mentioning, but the grand- mothers will know and I depend upon them to tell me. I will most gladly answer personally and promptly every letter written to me by the grandmother of any of our boys and girls. Your welcoming friend, Aunt Joy. St. Agatha. Your loving reader, Louisa Port. Wapprncer Facts, ° ae Teo. Bazar) and send it to Now, my dear Happyland girls and boys, here are some original puzzles sent in by members. Let’s try them. I will give five pretty post-cards to the first two chil- All children are invited to join Harper’s Bazar’s Happyland Club. There are no fees. Cut out this coupon (or copy it if Mother objects to your cutting her AUNT JOY Harper's Bazar, Franklin Square, New York Dear Aunt Joy:—1 wish to join Harper’s Bazar’s Happyland Club.. Please send me a membership card. I promise to do one kind deed every day.

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HARPER’S BAZAR mag CXOOO ss] Se)’ a = Tailored Suit of Pongee N the spring models there is some change in the silhouette, but it is not the radical change which vari- ous writers have been predicting. The latest models show small shoulders, many of them with the sleeves joined on at a long line or in kimono shape. There are, however, quite a number of long sleeves that button down to the hand, finished with a lace ruffle. These sleeves, to give them greater length, it would dppear, are put in at the és usual line with the very slightest ful- ness, their newness being in a small cord which binds the armhole. The bodice is very easy in its fit if it is not draped, and is fastened into a waist-line that is more often round than high and which is still very large. The skirt below this some- OP eile and Sik times takes quite a full line below the belt, falling straight to the ankles. The novelty in the silhouette lies in a still greater increase of the materials that drape the skirt, which are soft and very often quite full. It is rather a more feminine line - va cblue Senge Weth Ranne ilar than that of the flat poster from which we seem to be gradually passing. Materials have a great deal to do with this newest idea. We note that it is the silhouette softly draped in one or more sorts of the very fashionable voile which gives us the greatest effect of being new and is therefore the most popular. Two colors may be combined. On the other hand, there is a great deal of taffeta; quantities of it for suits primarily. Gowns of taffeta, more or less elaborately trimmed with lace, are-also considered extremely smart. The actual width of new tailor skirts is from a yard and a half to two yards, of course being still wider for very large women. Founda- tions are about the same width. SSTTTTMTTTTMMMSS SST TT % TITTTITITTI TINT Aycy | i ; | MITT COQOMTTTT i MOA UL ST Be TTT TTS

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TTT TTY Ul; WT ii Lita ] TTT DY SSCS WA i TTT YOOX ITT TITTTTTTITITITTTTTTTTT TT TTT TOHUTECHIONGHETITTEEL ATTHTPETVGT F) 998 AAPUAAUATRAAA NTFS! ET] } 5 TT HARPER’S BAZAR ROCEERUTOLERRRTE REET CEM 3 23 TM Ss SS OF Tie Now Soft Yaffeta OLORS add to the feminine aspect t- of the fashions. There is but little of the black and white which have been so noticeable recently. It is impossible to name any list of colors, for all are worn. There is a tendency for day wear to richer rather than hard tones even when they are bright, and for evening there are bright tones rather than pale ones. Green in a new Empire shade that is ‘slightly paler than the usual one is used for house and evening gowns and wraps of taffeta. In the glacé material it is often obtained by working in two or three shades of green in the weaving of the tissue. Touches of purple are seen on lingerie gowns— a dark-purple velvet that is nearly black. A dark shade of peacock blue is used in this same way. Coral and a deeper shade called geranium, which is, however, more like coral, is greatly used in gowns of voile and taffeta. Batiste and&: ng lish? 6m broidery The foundations for many gowns of colored voile, as well as white lace and lingerie, are made in a shade of satin which is called ivory, but which is much darker or rather grayer than our acceptance of the term ivory. It is almost a pearl color or a very deep oyster white without being quite so pink as the oyster white usually is. This is a very important point, for in having just the right shade the Cees eS TT correct touch of chic is given to many new gowns, especially in the new lin gerie gowns. Comparatively few gowns of cloth of the English sort will be worn. ‘The majority will be in satin cloth or voile when not of taffeta. One very good suit is made of etamine and taffeta combined. For the street a great deal of leather color and reddish brown, as well as khaki shades, will be used in cloth. In the silks the darker glacé effects will be much seen. There is an olive which at a distance looks like black: this is very fashionable. The darker shades of peacock blue, going even into bottle blue, are very much seen. For more elaborate outdoor occasions that lovely shading which appears gray at a little distance and upon drawing nearer contains all of the tones implied by the name, “ gorge de pigeon” (“ pigeon’s throat”), is very fashionable. These changeable effects are much used this year. Pongec W th Oriental ©m broidery SMO 42,29) esas HUQUUALOUUAEO AARON NAT UDUULAANGO A KOKD epee INARA 8

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3 spring and summer gowns. When there is a combination of two or more materials in the gown less lace is used, but even then there is apt to be a touch of it if only at the neck and hands. The fashion most frequently seen is the draping of lace in the form of a long scarf which crosses the body in a bias line or twines around it. This lace is sometimes used directly upon the foundation of satin or taffeta, but of late there has been a tendency to cover it with voiles, the drapery of which and the thickness, greater in one place than another, seem to add to its subtle beauty—an especially useful fashion when the lace is not of fine quality. It adds wonderfully, too, to the appearance of fineness and beauty even when the lace is real. Most naturally it is the heavy laces that Be is one of the principal trimmings for HARPER'S BAZAR Satin skirt, chiffon blouse . Point d’Alencon, ete.—are not so expensive that imitation need be sought in them. Slightly fulled-in flounces form entire skirts. .These laces are considered very lovely under the voile. Flounces of Brussels and point appliqué are also most desirable. And collars! Every sort of lace collar or fichu that the imagination can describe might be said to be fashionable. This brings us to neck dressing. It looks as if the deep collarettes made of white or black tulle or lace, separate or combined, with or with- out a black velvet neck-band having sometimes a full ruche above the band, will continue on through the spring and summer. The prettiest manner of wearing these is over a bodice which has a round neck cut quite a little décolleté. There has been some talk of collars of a single thickness of fine linen quite elaborately stiffened. Some of these are worn with stocks, others are Dotted silk muslin, crystal bands’. not. Some have jabots made of the same ma- terial, others are fastened upon chemisettes of the same fine linen with elaborate lace ruffles matched in the long or short sleeves of thé gown. This sort of neck dressing comes in the same category as certain little waistcoats of liberty satin which fall over the skirt top (high-mounted skirts) and make an amusing idea when the coat is removed that is must attractive. ; >>>>6555 en an te tn op te i on 4 a ce ae f aS are thus veiled. The finer laces—Malines. Pe=eoe vn om ass : BISA SS2 Oe KEKE ORK RAKEE SECC ERLE Oe ECC EE EEL

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aesgpe OES OEE ER ee tiee MRM. coe ae ieee er By igi oN > 829933399 Of plum-color taffeta HE skirts of simple afternoon dresses and tailored suits for older women show very little change in general line, although pleats stitched part way down are usually added at each side of the front and back panels. A few of the new models show a hip-length yoke at each side and in the back, the yoke set on with a heavy cording of the material when taffeta is used. A front panel extending up the entire front, a back panel full length or set on below the yoke in back, and a crushed girdle ending in one long sash-end in the center back YeD>>>593% HARPER’S BAZAR Cloak of satin or wool and finished with a handsome braid ornament and tassel are features of some of the new suit skirts. The skirts of more elaborate gowns for formal afternoon wear usually show the use of the tunic in some of its many forms. The elbow- length sleeve of the material is usually supple- mented by an undersleeve of lace, net, or satin which extends it to a three-quarters length. The waist-line. which has descended to its nat- ural position in almost every instance, is out- lined by a crushed girdle or flat folds of the ma- terial varying in width from one to three inches. Quite a few of the newest gowns show a com- bination of two colors and even of two materials in the effect of a waist and skirt that do not match. There are several ideas of this sort to be found in the skirts made of a flounce of white lace or lingerie over white worn with a Russian SPIPIIIFTODII P22" RE ES RI IF EO > ; b>. ann coat biouse having a basque-like extends over the skirt. This blouse very richly colored tussor silk almost covered by embroidery in barbaric tones. The same idea is seen in skirts of voile and Russian blouses of handsome white lace lined with white. Suit models have been shown in which a jacket of taffeta or satin is worn with a skirt of draped voile of a lighter tone, but in the same color as the jacket. It is said that this fashion will prevail much more extensively than it has recently done. Many of the quaint dresses have short waists, in spite of the faci that the slightly longer waists are the newer fashion. The slight increase in the skirt’s width admits of the wearing of a petticoat—a change which will be pleasing to the older women. The best petticoats are now made of crépe de Chine rather than silk jersey. A very good model has the upper part of crépe de Chine, with a shaped flounce of chiffon jcined on at the knees and forming a foundation for graduated bias bands of satin. The three materials are in “4 PSN Se as Fray oO, lower part which 4 is made of the same shade of violet. ‘SPPPPPI 1,

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Karin , Cloth? ano Lace Is Marguisette ano Lace HE most strongly marked novelty of the blouses for spring and summer is the return to the set- in sleeve. But, as always with a returning fash- ion, this comes back to us in a slightly different form from any we have known. In some cases the sleeve is set in at the regulation shoulder line, sometimes it is well over the shoulder curve, and again it is added to the kimono-shaped shoulder about two or three inches below the shoulder. In the last case it is always joined with trimming, though perhaps not more than seaming or a cord. Fonchcktlouses HARPER’S BAZAR ech wear | Photo raphed Zi ATL S ANCvelty inGollars NPrett Ly Fulled Blouse The long sleeve, slightly full above the cuff, > come back, and undoubtedly it is a pleasing chance from the elbow sleeve for morning blouses. The 1\'!! ruffle over the hand is often seen in the new sleev’s. and the cuff varies from three to six inches in dept). The novel overblouse of lingerie illustrated in ‘ lower figure in the center of this page is a }"™ ticularly practical invention. It is the same in effec in the back as in the front, with the exception of the little buttons. Lace is sometimes used across t'¢ lower edges and around the shoulder extension. ac&imple Blouse

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~ x N x m9 ty a ty) a, 4 > x ae inary than pro: Those illustrated here sho some of the marked features of the early mde HE new hats for spring and summer are cidedly less bizarre and ex The news from Paris is that hats, as are about the same size, perha those of the winter. ‘T spain r

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HARPER’S BAZAR THE CHARACTERS EVERYCHILD KNOWLEDGE LittLe FRIEND MOTHER Fancy Tue VOICE OF THE WoRLD SCENE—A GARDEN EVENING Prologue By EveRYCHILD This lovely spot might be the setting For many dramas, great and good; For merry plays or tragedies, For sad plays or for comedies. This garden, rock, and distant wood Inspire all Fancy’s charms and speils. But for to-night the play we give Is none of these; it is instead A mystic setting of the life Of every child. For all of us, When we are young, there comes a time When we must make a final choice. Every child makes it. Children’s lives Are just as rich and full, to them, Of different things, as older lives. Yes, Child-land is a happy place— The fairer, since, when once it’s left, We, exiled, never can return. But still, we have the memory of it; And if, to-night, our little play Brings recollections of past joys Almost forgotten, to your thoughts, Then “ Everychild” ’s not lived in vain! [ Evit. SCENE—A GARDEN EVENING Enter Everychild and Little Friend Everychild: Dear Little Friend, that shining silver star Is smiling at us, far off in the sky; The wind just kissed my cheek as it went by, And that low laugh that we can hear from far Is a brown brook that sings along its way. The great, wide everywhere seems happy. Are not you? Little Friend: Dear Everychild, the world is fair, it’s true; And yet to-night it seems a different place— There is a note of sadness in it. somewhere. Everychild: Oh, nothing can be sad when we’re together— And we will always be together, Little Friend, Ev’n when we’re old. Little Friend (half aside); The world is fair—it’s fair. Everychild (full of happiness): 1 think there must be fairies in these flowers, And dryads in those trees—and in that stream A band of nixies. And does it not seem As though the very sun and clouds and rain Are peopled by some spirits we know not of? Little Friend (drawing back suddenly): Look! What is that? Oh, I am afraid! Fancy appears at right, veiled, and stands motionless. Everychild (delighted) : Oh! There are really fairies, as I said. [Starts towards Fancy. Little Friend (holding Everychild back): No! Wait un- til she speaks. She does not move! Fancy (moving towards them): You need not be afraid, dear Everychild, Look! Everychild ~ Sylvia Sherman Or you, dear Little Friend. 1 am called Fancy— You know me well, though you have never seen me: We are old friends; and often, Everychild, We’ve wandered through the sunny summer fields, Or in the stillness of the cool green woods, I’ve told you tales to suit your wayward moods, And played you wondrous tunes upon the reeds. Everychild: Yes, 1 remember. And was it not you Who showed me all the beauties of the sea That sunny, windy day you played with me And gathered golden shells and seaweed green? Fancy: Yes, it was I: I love you, Everychild; Will you not let me always be with you? T’ll show you beauties wonderful and new In everything. Oh, let me, Everychild! Everychild: Yes, always be with me. Why should young Fancy: To-night, dear Everychild, you must decide Which of us all you love and want the most. Everychild (surprised): All of you? Who? Fancy, vi do you mean? Fancy: I cannot tell you. You must wait awhile. Only, you love me, Everychild? You do? Everychild: Yes, dearly. But why do you veil your fx Fancy: Everychild, only a few may see my face— Those whom I love and who love me. Everychild: Not I? May I not see you just for once! I know you must be beautiful. Fancy (at center, throwing back her veil): Then lock! [Kisses Everychild, then lowers veil and goes to ld Everychild (in a revery): Oh, 1 thought when you kis me, beautiful Fancy, That roses were showering down upon me, Dewy and fragrant. And I had a glimpse Of a silver moon through an orchard in bloom, Just rising over the blossom-tops. Yes, I love you, beautiful Fancy. Dear Little Friend, do you not too? Little Friend: She is very beautiful, Everychild. Knowledge appears at right. Knowledge (calls): Everychild! [All turn and look with curiosity at Know! Everychild: Yes, it is I. Who are ya Knowledge (coming nearer): Everychild, you do 1 know me as yet, Though I have watched you and guided you often. I am a friend, Men call me Knowledge—- I have another name where | come from. Fancy: Everychild, surely you love me more Than you can love him? We are not friends. Everychild: I do not know him as yet, dear Fancy. Knowledge: If you would follow me, Everychild, You must prepare for toil and pain And a lenging never quite satisfied: But the reward of your toil is great. Everychild: I have not known yet toil and pain, But those I fear not. Knowledge: Come witli me, then, Up through the skies filled with numberless stars, And I will tell you the secret of each; Dive with me down to the depth of the sea, Search with me into the heart of the earth. Everychild: All this I long to do—yet Fancy says You do not love one another. Why so? Knowledge: She would but blind you, Everychild, Weaving her spells about you, of mist,

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ul "OU ng ide HARPER’S BAZAR So that truth would be hidden entirely If you would follow her. But follow me And I will show you all things as they are. Everychild: Can I not go with you both? Fancy: Alas, no! Everychild, have you forgotten my kiss? Let me weave one spell around you, and see If any other can give such delights— Showers of silver, and gossamer dews Come from the glorious sunset skies Glowing with opal and amethyst hues: Fall, gently fall through the evening air On cobwebs of slenderest silver threads Clinging to flowers all fragrant and sweet— Showers of silver, and gossamer dews, Scatter like spray in the sunset skies, Forming a rainbow caressing the clouds, And who possesses the golden key Over the rainbow bridge many climb Up to the fleecy sunset clouds, Swift in a cloud riding up to the moon All silver and white. And then knock at the gates Of the moon, sparkling white, all diamonds and marble Slowly they open, revealing a land Of wonder and beauty undreamed of on earth— But now, awake from the spell! Only those Who, forsaking all else, follow me, e’er can go Into that wonderland. Everychild (still rapt in the dream): Qh, I thought Just as the diamond gates opened wide I saw a throne, where a woman in white Sat gazing out into infinite space; And her eyes seemed to pierce through my heart, till I felt That it turned into ice—and I shivered with cold. [Fancy turns sorrowfully away. Knowledge: I have no spells to bewitch and enchant you; But I can tell how these gray rocks were formed. Long before man came to dwell on the earth There were heat and cold battling for rule in the world, And here where we stand there were mountains and ice- fields— , Great crashing and terrible glaciers. ‘They moved - Very slowly. But time was as nothing. At last They had gone. But the cliffs and the rocks underneath them Were smoothed and reduced to a great level plain— Since, time has brought changes; but on these gray rocks After these ages, we still see the mark Of the eutting and smoothing those mountains of ice, Workmen, forming the world, left such ages ago. Everychild: What you tell is a wonder to me—and yet, why— What was the need of the cutting and all— What was the use of it—why was it so? Knowledge (sadly): Everychild, 1 cannot tell you that. Little Friend (who has been acting ah Sich Look! Everychild, I am afraid! Everychild: Where? I see nothing. Little Friend (pointing): There, there! All light, Yet with his head bowed. He holds out his hand to me. Listen! A song Like the wind through the tree-tops at night! Everychild: I hear nothing. Little Friend: ‘The stars are all singing! Oh, 1 will fly to them! . Little Friend! SiMe vical te Dr DY, onyNell mnone ah Listen! The star-music! Yes, I will come to you! Oh, he is raising his head! And he beckons! Yes, I will follow you anywhere! [Stretching out arms. Everychild: Little Friend, where are you going? Little Friend: Away To a beautiful place. Now he smiles. He is kind! Everychild: Oh, can’t I come with you, Little Friend ?. Little Friend: No, not now—later—you may not now. Yes, I am coming! [Smilingly stretching out arms, then sinking down, still smiling, closes her eyes as if falling asleep. Everychild (frightened): Dear Little Friend! Oh, take me with you now, Little Friend! [Looking up in wonder. What is it? What does it mean? Little Friend, Enter Mother. Are you asleep? Mother: Yes, asleep, Everychild. [Taking Everychild in her arms. Everychild: But she spoke of a man—and of star-music, too! Who was he, Mother? And where has she gone? Mother: Hush, Everychild, hold his name in great awe, But never in fear. Men call him Death— He is Life! Everychild: Little Friend said he smiled and was kind, Will I ever see him? Mother (holding Everychild closer): Some day. So will 1. Everychild (repeating): Little Friend is asleep. Mother: Dreaming dreams More real and lovely than our waking life. Everychild: I asked Little Friend to go with her— But Fancy and Knowledge both told me to choose Which of them I should go with. Fancy: With me, Everychild! Knowledge: No, Everychild, follow me! Everychild: What shall I do? Mother: You will not leave me, Everychild? Everychild: Leave you? Why, no—you are coming, too! Mother: No, no; I may not. Fancy: Everychild, come! Knowledge: Come with me! [Everychild wavers in perplexity among them all, when a far-off voice is heard calling from the back. Mother: Everychild, stay with me! Voice: Come! Everychild! Everychild! Come! | call! Everychild (calling): Who calls? Voice (like an echo): I call! 1 call! Come! I call—The Voice of the World! [Everychild goes slowly towards the voice. Mother stands at right with outstretched arms. Fancy and Knowledge at left watching Everychild. Everychild (answering): 1 come! Voice of the World (like an echo): Come! Everychild (from the back): 'The world is fair! Voice of the World (louder): Come! [Everychild stands a moment at the top of the rocks, then disappears in the distance. Voice of the World (faintly): Come! [Mother turns sorrowfully away, Fancy and Knowl- edge go slowly out. CURTAIN

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GREAT deal of gush is written about birds. Just why these honest, clean, mu- sical little monogamists should peculiar- ly inspire the sentimental, the present es H writer has never been able to determine. But they do, and a special literary quality and emo- tional poignancy is supposed to reside in such a sen- tence as, “I saw three robins, two white-throated sparrows, a red-winged blackbird, and a meadow lark to-day. Ah, how sweet is Nature and how good is God!” Personally, we fail to find this sort of thing nical ornithologist, who, of course, is entitled to the respect due any bona fide scientist) who can catch in words the peculiar quality of a bird’s song, the hermit’s, say, or oven bird’s, who can relate the bird to his environment and make us feel him as an added charm to the particular woods or fields he inhabits, we yield homage. How Thoreau, in a magic sentence, communicates the charm of an old road out of Con- cord, by the happy mention of a wild flower and a wayside bird, dropping the one golden epithet where it does the work! ' iiiitahiendiielidicinieti ee i ee re ee ee As Seldom enough will you see a HARPER’S BAZAR PEED LRA RD Ie HS, Alas! it is not given most of us to write like Thoreau; indeed, few of us would dare to live like Thoreau. But many more of us than do could find an added charm in Nature by a more delicate observation of wild flowers in relation to the landscape rather than a vase in our par- lor, and a more delicate observation of birds in relation to their environment of woods and fields and marshes. The charm of the hermit thrush’s song, for instance, resides only in part in its pure musical quality. It resides also in the subtle blending of that quality with the peculiar hush and cool mystery of the deep woods, with the sombre whisper of the evergreens, with the pure, brooding colors of twilight in the west. So there are birds of the orchard and gar- den, birds of the fields and meadows, birds of the marshes, and birds of the woods, each with peculiar character of song to trained ears, and each, when known, thereafter asso- ciated with a special landscape, so that one comes to feel them as a part of this land- scape, and looks no more for raspberries in an upland pasture by the woods than‘ for white-throated sparrows, or for apple blos- soms in an old orchard in May than for the warblers or peewees twinkling in the leaves. The fat robin hopping down a garden path or dabbing for worms on the lawn is a fam- iliar friend. ‘There is something, too, about his song which touches a homely domestic chord in our hearts. He is apostrophized from a window by Sill, in his famous poem beginning: “Singing in the rain, robin?” His song came up from the orchard to Mac- Dowell plaintively, related to human things, and the composer wrote his lied, “ The robin sings in the apple-tree.” The robin’s song has no wildness in it to our ears, but brings to memory a village street and children playing, the scent of apple blossoms, or fresh mornings when we awoke and lay drowsily in bed while the fragrance of lilac came through the open window and, mingled with the domestic music of the house—the rattle of dishes, the rumble of voices in the room below—was borne in the cheery warble of the redbreasts. No less than the bursting pink of orchards is the robin a part of returning spring about our dwellings, familiar, near. Like him, too, are the blue-birds and the wrens, POR Oe RPT AWE NPL EL EIN RIV DSM AL TEN tM thrush against the solermn tree trunks, with stabs of sky between

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HARPER'S BAZAR Po PEED RS ROT OL IO Ree eee spent see € with their suggestion of human habitations near by; and humming-birds to recall trumpet vines or old- fashioned gardens. The brilliant orange oriole, with his strident, commanding call, flashes through the orchard trees or swings his nest from a drooping elm limb even over the village street. You see the flame- red of the scarlet tanager against the green of fir- trees in the deep woods, but the oriole abides nearby, and his peculiar flash of orange belongs to the color scheme of streets and orchards. \When the orchard has laid aside its pink for green, and then its green for the gray of bare trunks and limbs, certain friendly birds still linger, and all winter through add life and sound to the desolation of our gardens. The chickadees, fat little fellows in flocks, peck for insects on an old thorn-apple like a new crop of fuzzy fruit, and their song is as cheerful as sleigh-bells. Nuthatches and woodpeckers go up and down the trunks, tapping a tune. You may see chickadees out in the woods, busy about their af- fairs, but their song seems never quite right, in winter, unless there is a dwelling in sight. They and their winter companions seem to draw near to man in the desolate seasons, for mutual comfort. Hence the song of the chickadee is perhaps the friendliest sound in Nature. from the orchard, too, on an autumn midnight, comes the mournful whistle of a screech-owl. Most of us who have heard the sereech-owl at all have heard its call drifting down from an old orchard on a frosty October night. The chill of coming. winter, the cat- tle stamping in dark stables, a dim and ghostly world stretching over garnered fields to the mystery of the woods, and a gnarled, ancient orchard up the slope secm phantomlike under a waning moon—these are the setting for. the screech-owl’s mournful whistle. I can at this moment shut my eyes, reproduce that whistle in my throat, and bring back to memory as if it were yesterday the scene as my boyhood eyes saw it from my chamber window, whence I peeped with frosted breath before diving into bed, and I FE A ag FES ANN ta EERE ARS EE , “6 . % % FELL ARP RTE ASTI PD POLLEN DAF AIS RR EI LI es he PLE EEE BEF aa OTS. GT 3 "3 OP EN I 5 te natn Pin + os Rn aa ect Pa GEE ALP LETTS E07 IL ESN Os RE RRO OAR IN EP Di ORI Walter Prichard Eaton Illustrated, 4/ Walter Kins Stone OT DE Aa VUE TOD TPM : . can actually smell , (for all the tobacco smoke in my present | study) the peculiar 2 odor of the cold Oc- tober night air, and : feel again a vague, 3 almost terrifying mel- ————— rr. ancholy chill in my heart as, in the dark- ness, I heard from the orchard that reiterated whoo-00-00-00. Like the whip- poor-will on the pasture rail on a hot evening of July, this other night-singer of New England seems to dwell just on the skirts of human habitations and to keep our souls reminded of the sadness of the world. From the orchard to the river banks and marshes is but a step in my Berkshire home, yet the bird life is quite different. Only the yellow warblers and the king-birds seem to find, in early spring (and the king- birds the summer through), the apple trees and the willows of equal attractiveness. Up in the garden and orchard it is the blue-birds who herald the returning season, then the migrating transients, the fox spar- rows, then the robins. Down on the river reaches it is the red-winged blackbirds. A broad stretch of meadow and marsh, a silver thread of water winding through, now but just freed of drifting ice, the hills beyond, and a sky soft and warm at last with spring —and suddenly of a morning the blackbirds are here, chattering in rushes and willows, tossing their dark bodies against the blue, and showing in a flash of sun the red upon their wings. ~ They belong no less to these broad, free river reaches than the tamer robins to the garden paths, and the picture is no nearer com- plete without them. Along the river, too, dwell other birds that give it a peculiar quality of its own, even from the merely pictorial side. The great blue heron is a familiar resident ‘of our streams. You never see him in the orchard or the wood. But as you slip noiselessly down PRED OER 5 EOL EE TIEN A i 1? oe The robin’s song has no wildness in it, but brings to memory the scent of apple blossoms Suddenty of a morning the blackbirds are here the current in a canoe you may round a bend where the willows dip the stream or the white birches gaze at their white reflections, and come upon him wading on a sand-bar, his long neck alternately shortening and lengthening as he preens his feathers or darts his great bill for fish, his beautiful blue plumage over the rippling water, and his graceful form, making a picture as Japanese as anything in Japan. One of the caddies at our golf club caught an injured heron last summer, and carried it in his arms, in imminent danger of having his eyes pecked out, and deposited it in the chicken yard—the strangest con- trast you ever saw! But the heron recovered in the night, and in the morning he had disappeared, gone back, no doubt, to his Japanese screen. Along the river, too, the crested kingfisher, with home his white breast, is prominent on a tawny willow spray, the swallows scoop, and the bitterns. Over a harbor, how much of the charm resides in the ex- quisite grace of the swooping gulls. No less over our inland waterways and marshes, a peculiar charm re- sides in the sight and sound of the special bird life. Creep up a tiny creek in a canoe, and hear the pro- testing mew of a cat-bird in the alders. You may hear him on the edge of the woods, or even in your own garden, but there the sound has no particular flavor, certainly no pleasant one. But startle him in his native alders, and how sweet the harsh sound suddenly becomes, the very essence of the quiet, sun- (Continued on page 210) PRE Cet Pa LEIP I REE TA PLAN 1 OS A OP be OIE DE

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HARPER’S BAZAR sn nos woe 5 ANY roses are seen even on the spring model hats. Ribbon and stiff feathers, big wings and fancy combinations, as well as ostrich feathers, are used. All colors are seen, many red-brown shades and different tones of purple and violet being extreme- ly fashionable. As a rule, the trimming is of a color on black ot white or of a lighter shade of blue, violet, or brown on a dark shade of the same. f : Little evening bonnets are to be introduced again, as they are especially suitable for use with the quaint old-fashioned frocks: The hats illustrated above are all of dark straw with flowers, ribbons, and feathers in a lighter shade. They may be copied in any colors to suit the gown with which the hat is to be worn. Black straw with pink or yellow roses, or with lavender and violet shaded feathers or ribbon, is suitable for many occasions. : Tk. ‘ig |

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' i ‘ } Simple | Turban, & | With aBi Ribbon attention of prominent modistes both here and in Paris this spring. There is every indication that the small hat and close-fitting toque will be universally worn with tailored suits and simple one- piece street frocks of serge, taffeta, crépe météore, and later of linen, agaric cloth, and piqué. These small hats are exceedingly smartly trimmed, the paradise or ostrich fancy feathers being adjusted high at the back of the toque, lending the air of great distinction and chie so much sought after. | sts hats and little ones are engrossing the HARPER’S BAZAR Photographed — pm 27 TLS. * : > woes s Fyre — o tes. OSS. aca env * G * SP MoiréR. 2bbon andStnap Medium large shapes, with the straw crown and taffeta-faced brim, are turned up abruptly from the face this spring. The paradise or ostrich quills are adjusted against this upturned brim, slanting back- ward at a smart angle. Other attractive shapes on the modified bonnet or mushroom order, the brim upturned across the back or side, are trimmed with loops of taffeta or moiré ribbon, which hide the entire crown, rising higher in the center or at the left side. With elaborate afternoon gowns, lingerie frocks, and reception gowns the large picture hat is in ex- Tom Ra TIS The Fane Ostrich Quills Nae cellent style, the tendency being to apply the trimming flat, be it ostrich plumes or loops of taffeta ribbon. This is a season of most brilliant colors in mil- linery; cerise, king’s blue combined with green and a touch of pink, the tan shades, sage green, gray and pink ostrich plumes, and smart combinations of black and white, all are used with a lavish hand. One of the smart new touches is to match the taffeta dress with a hat faced with the same material, trimming the top of the hat with a contrasting color. Contrast- ing facings are the rule, but there are exceptions.

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‘Sitiee. 1837. BORDENS EAGLE -BRAND CONDENSED MILK Has been the Leading Brand for Household Use ad Nursery BORDEN’S Condensed Milk Co New Yorn “LEADERS OF QUALITY” Send for Recipe Book. Send for Baby's Book. HARPER’S BAZAR OLDER WOMEN’S GOWNS 1 @ ‘Two practical morning negligees and a tea-gown for the older woman A simple, practical morning gown - attain. HE older woman may, if she will, ex- press a degree of elegance, dignity, and charm in her mode of dressing which a younger person striving after bizarre and smart effects cannot hope to This sense of exquisite good taste is often developed in later years and then only at the price of having worn in- appropriate rashly purchased apparel. Mature judgment and refinement of good taste most often finds expression in the older woman’s selection of house gowns and negligées for boudoir wear and oc- casional use at the breakfast table. Having passed the age when only the most modish colors may be worn, the woman of judgment chooses for her house gowns her favorite and most becoming shade. White, black, gray, lavender, black- and-white pin-striped effects, and dainty polka-dotted materials—all of these are becoming to the face framed with hair which is touched with the silver of middle age. In selecting’ the fabric she is partial to challie, wash silk, cashmere, crépe de Chine. All are in style this season and will launder and wear beautifully. Deep collar effects, with draped revers crossing in fichu style in front, are among the new features which are so becoming that they find favor with many women. These collar and revers effects may be, developed in chiffon and edged with a narrow pleated ruffle or they may be of the fabric itself edged with lace. Better still, for spring and summer use they are of the hand-embroidered lingerie type finished at the edge with hand scalloping or with a frill of Valenciennes or Cluny lace. Dainty collars, revers, and cuffs of dotted mull are extremely effective, es- pecially when inset with Cluny, Irish, or Valenciennes lace insertion and finished with edging to match. An attractive three-quarter-length morn- ing jacket is pictured at the left side of the panel at the top of this page. This is fashioned of wash silk either in black with Valenciennes lace to match or in light blue, pink, or white trimmed with white or cream lace. Charmingly simple and graceful is the tea-gown pictured in the lower right-hand corner. The material used in this case is pale-gray crépe de Chine, and the Quaker- like fichu is of white chiffort outlined with a narrow frill of point de Paris lace. Crepe de Chine with fichu of chiffot

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HARPER’S BAZAR Ss — = ») @ MATRONS’ HOUSE GOWNS SH Ad me eS X * tsa re 4.3 Three simple ways of remodeling dress waists ffos *mi-tailored silk or wool gown NE of the most smartly dressed matrons in a large circle of women was besieged at an informal little afternoon tea to reveal the secret of the smartness and style of her simple dresses. These had for a long, long time been the . envy of her friends. These gowns were mostly quite simple and made of apparently inexpensive ma- terials and trimming. These, though ef- fective, consisted rather of rich-looking imitation laces and touches of hand-work which any woman could fashion than of really high-priced silks and laces. But just how did she go about as- sembling the materials and, the trimmings and where did she get her ideas? These were the questions which troubled the un- initiated. Would she be generous and tell? Fortunately for them, she was not only glad, but even delighted to help. Early each season she makes the round of the best stores, this woman told her friends, and selects the choice materials and shades before the entire season’s stock lias been gone over'and only the undesir~, able pieces left. After looking about in a general way, she decided what were the really stylish patterns and shades and she then pur- chased domestic dress patterns in cotton voile, printed and plain heavy wash ma- terials in a linen weave, and pretty wash erépes which may be laundered. Then this clever young matron studies the styles in the best fashion magazines, deciding upon the important features first. This spring she learned that sleeves are long or of elbow length and that they may be either set in with a cording of the material or of the so long popular peasant type, a Gibson pleat or a band set on in jumper style quite disguis- ing the fact in either case. She applied the information she thus acquired and her pretty gowns were the result. At the top of this page are seen three suggestions for bodices for last year’s gowns remodeled. To wear with a gown of crépe météore, embroidered mull, or foulard the bodice made partially of rather heavy lace is good. Even with voile this will make a good combination. The quaint bertha of heavy Venise lace, and the bolero jacket of square mesh jet trimming with the high crushed girdle of silk, are all excellent styles for remaking gowns and all easily copied. Just What You Need Beyond all question, some of the every -day beverages are harmful to heart, nerves and diges- tion. Many mothers refuse coffee and tea to their children, yet by strange inconsistency use these beverages themselves. In consequence, sooner or later, and according to the degree of natural strength of the individual, there comes a time when ill results are surely felt. Then, it is well to heed Nature’s warning. Every member of the family can drink POSTUM with certainty of benefit. A change from coffee and tea to Postum has proven a revelation of com- fort to thousands, and the delightful flavour of this wholesome food - drink makes the change easy and pleasant. “‘There’s a Reason’’ Postum Cereal Company, Limited, Battle Creek, Mich., U.S. A. Canadian Postum Cereal Co., Ltd. Windsor, Ontario, Canada.

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HARPER’S BAZAR ing white- ness and clear, sparkling crys- tals proclaim the absolute purity of The dainty, easy- breaking shape is the last touch of \ =" _— ' Veil fas perfection. THREE GOOD BLOUSES OF CHIFFON AND CREPE X dont by th govern ettes, ma ters feel ing grief Crepe and chiffon cloth Suit blouse with net and crepe Black chiffon cloth with white crepe Becauseit issweet- INCE during the first year of mourn- sailor collar and short revers of white est and purest it ing no social life other than receiving Mourning blouses, designed for wea ; and returning the calls of intimate : with the severely tailored street suit is also the most | friends is indulged in, the problem of é f 5 are fashioned of taffeta or was: silk bin ie gowning economical — as ie ee a) vend thousands of ; & sible fini housewives have ane learned. —— One of the Quality Products of The American Sugar Refining Co. Read the story of its making in our splen- didly illustrated book- let, sent on request. Address Dept. 11. 117 Wali Street New York Chiffon and crepe neckwear clothes is far more simple than might be supposed. Appropriate house gowns are a necessity and in sufficient number to permit some slight variation from the monotony of the invariable black. A complete revolution of ideas is ap- parent in the designing of the simple one- piece mourning gowns—a certain smart- ness in regard to cut and detail. While it is the rule to fashion them of black during the first year of mrourning, includ- ing even the yokes, collars, undersleeves, and linings, many women, at the begin- ning of the second year, adopt the collar and yoke of plain white net or chiffon, Cashmere or voile with crepe finishing off the low Dutch neck with a Of wool or silk and crepe

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HARPER’S BAZAR THREE Veil fastened with circle of beads XN donning the austere black required by the unwritten law of good taste governing present-day mourning toil- ettes, many widows, mothers, and daugh- ters feel that they are not alone express- This means ing grief, but respect as well. gowning oneself, both in the home and on the street. in materials of the dullest pos- sible finish and eschewing jewelry and any touch of white except collar and cuffs. WAYS OF @ BLACK HATS AND V WEARING With silk flowers as a fastening All gowns, waists, and street suits are trimmed with wide bands, folds, revers, collars, and buttons of English crépe. Small toques draped either entirely with silk grenadine or with this soft fabric A MOURNING = VEIL The Marie Stuart bonnet Veils of net two yards in length fin- ished on three sides with a double hem of crépe are worn about the hat through- out the first year. These veils are at- tached about the crown hanging straight and unconfined to the shoulders. For girls the beehive crown and wide brim are best. These large hats are trimmed either with huge flat chrysanthemums of crépe, with black lilacs, silk roses, or with MID the richness of silken tapestry and storied marble, where taste is cultivated and commands the best— there is found unvarying appreciation of Nabisco Sugar Wafers. Whether the service be huge crépe or taffeta bows. simple or elaborate, this - charming dessert confection _ is always appropriate and _it always pleases. ete, Afternoon and evening neckwear combined with crépe are worn by older women, the younger members of the fam- ily preferring the small toque of hemp straw trimmed with wings fashioned of narrow folds of crépe or the small, round hat with high beehive crown and up- rolling brim. The frame of the hat is entirely cov- ered with crépe or silk grenadine. These small hats, modish and smart in line, take a veil perfectly, which is an im- portant consideration when selecting an appropriate shape. Mites Afternoon gown of silk and crepe Plain cheviot or cashmere

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SUITABLE FOR VOILE OR SILK J Waist Pattern No. 345 / Requires 4 yards 24 inches or 1% yards’ 44 inches p Skirt Pattern No. 429 . Requires 6 yards 24 inches or 45 yards 44 inches Tice, I5 cents eac Sizes, small, medium, and large the gowns for her trousseau. While there is much pleasure for any girl in planning gowns (especially so when they are her wedding outfit), she is apt to feel a little at sea when she first thinks of choosing them all. We hope that many brides may be helped in their task by this model trousseau, which has _ been carefully chosen from the newest designs of this spring. Nothing in it is so dif- ficult that it could not be made by any clever girl herself. A dressmaker at home, with the help of the prospective bride, can easily accomplish the whole thing. In a trousseau there is no doubt as to which gown i§ most important and first to be considered. The wedding gown may not be made first (indeed, it is usually the last to be tinished), but it is the first one thought of and planned. Our wedding gown is designed for soft satin, silk voile, or mull. It would be perfectly suited to the most expensive satin or to one of the charming mercerized mulls, But one thing it must be and that is a soft, clinging material. The train is entirely separate from the dress (only tacked to it after both are finished), so the dress can be used afterward for a dance or dinner party. If you want a short, sim- ple gown without the train, this design will make a very dainty and girlish dress. If you do use the train, it should be made of satin or silk even if the gown itself is of voile or marquisette. The veil is made of three yards of fine white tulle and reaches nearly to the end of the train. The tulle used for bridal veils is two yards wide. Let us consider next the reception gown. This is meant for the bride to wear when she goes to receptions, luncheons, after- noon card-parties, or on any such formal oceasion. It is designed for a figured satin foulard, the broad band at the bot- tom of the skirt and the narrow trimming bands being of soft satin in a plain color. The trimming between the bands is a heavy lace insertion, the yoke, collar, and undersleeves cf all-over lace or point d’esprit. These materials can all be varied to suit any individual taste. Crépe de Chine would be charming for

such a gown or one of the soft striped HE bride of May or June will be now facing the question of planning SN

A SPRING RECEPTION GOWN Waist Pattern No. 346 Requires 4 yards 24 inches or 2 yards 44 inches Skirt Pattern No. 428 Requires 6 yards 24 inches or 4% yards 44 inches rice, 15 cents each Sizes, smali, medium, and large satins. The lace might also be replaced by bands of Oriental embroidery, soutache braiding, or hand embroidery in the color of the gown. Very effective indeed would be a blue-and-white foulard satin, with trimming of plain blue satin and bands of Chinese embroidery in blue and green, with touches of gold. ‘ In a trousseau for this spring there should be at least one dress of voile or marquisette. These soft, transparent ma- terials are an important feature of the present fashions. We have chosen voile for a home afternoon gown with a design that is quite novel and yet very easy to make. The three wide tucks in the skirt

BACK VIEWS OF THE GOWNS are made straight on the voile, the extra piece at the bottom of the front being added. If a different color is used for the silk lining it will give a beautiful changeable effect. The waist trimming, as in the reception gown, may be lace, embroidery, or braiding. If you should happen to prefer this gown more elaborate, lace insertion could be used instead of the tucks; or you could have the tucks > suit in silk and the other of woo THE WASHABLE BREAKFAST | attern No. 717 Requires 10 yards 27 inch« Price, 20 cents Sizes, small, medium, and larg OCK with a row of insertion above each of them. The buttons can be eitlier quite simple little ones or very handsome. Two street suits are planned—vne made of serge, homespun, or cheviot, by patterns 237 and 427, intended for traveling and general outdoor use. The other is a linen suit for the really warm weather. ‘Ihe woolen suit is quite an original model with very graceful lines. As siiown in the illustration, it is made in strictly tailored style, finished with machine stitching. However, any one who pre fers more trimming can use braid. broad or narrow or both, in straight lines or some more elaborate design. ‘\ie color of this suit must, of course, depend on what is becoming to its future wearer, but the most fashionable materi! for a dress of this kind is blue serge. If any bride would rather have a tailored or semi-tailored silk suit, this design would be just as well suited to that material. A linen street suit is almost indi pensable in summer in most places, but if the girl who is planning to u-« these designs lives in a place where i is too cool to want linen she can have one street ‘nm ma- terial. The patterns will be ap) opriate for serge, although intended for | ven. The last of the special trous- au de signs is a simple morning dress 0! | atiste. It is most dainty and can be ea~ily and quickly made. <A dress made by t's pat tern can be easily laundered. One or two more morning dres: be needed to complete the troussea\ A good choice for one of these \ linen made by pattern 558, while | 543 would be specially suited to a gingham dress. A wrapper and three lingerie waists the bride wil ably buy ready-made. For her street dress she should have a b!: chiffon or marquisette to match t!' material. A good design for the- blouses is pattern 334. The lace quite an inexpensive one; if it ‘5 ° rather bold and striking pattern it will look well under the chiffon. A silk shirt waist with a lace frill will be the best choice for every-day wear with the suit. With the addition of three hat. oné for each street dress, the spring bride will now have quite a complete trousseal- s will owns. ld be ittern .triped o or prob- oolen ise of dress suit in be

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LINEN OR PONGEE SUIT Coat Pattern No, 226 yards 48 inches or 3% yards 27 inches Skirt Pattern No. 426 yards 48 inches or 5% yards 27 inches Price, 15 cents each Sizes, small, medium, and large Requires 2

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too much money is to many a future bride a most perplexing problem. In reality the cost of a trousseau is a very elastic thing. If a girl knows just what she needs and what to get to supply the need she can do it quite inexpensive- ly. Take the gowns illustrated on this and the oyposite page; the materials for all of them can be bought for one hun- dred dollars. This will not include pay- ing for having them made; whatever you spend for work must be added. The cost of the wedding gown itself can be con- siderably reduced if you happen to have some old Jace to use on it. Many brides use lace that has been used by mother, T’ buy a trousseau without spending

grandmother, or aunt; others receive the lace as one of their wedding gifts. How- ever, we will count on having to buy it. Then we must count also on buying blouses, liats, a wrapper, and about two more morning dresses. All of these will come inside of $150. For tie wedding gown, with the train, you will need fourteen yards of satin twenty-four inches wide. You can buy a good qu lity of soft satin for $1.25 a yard. A pretty lace can be bought for $3 a yard. Then you will want a drop skirt and waist foundation of soft silk or mess line satin and chiffon to line the waist aud train. On the edge of the under sile of the train is sewed a double ~ tuche of very narrow Valenciennes lace. Ihe imitation lace is all right for this purpose and ean be bought for five cents a yard. The ribbon will cost about $1 and the veil will be $3. The ception gown is made of foulard satin at $1 a yard and trimmed with a ‘plain satin and lace or embroidery. A voile at $1 a yard, with silk at sixty cenis a yard for the lining, will make a handsoine afternoon gown. The patterns Intended for it are 345 and 425. Besides the voile and silk, you will need trimming for the waist, lace for the sleeves, and all-over lace for the yoke and collar. _ One street suit (patterns 237 and 427) 's made of serge and it will be wise to get a \ery good quality of the serge; the finer ones wear so much better. You can buy a very good one for $1.50 a yard. For the linen street suit you will find that forty cents a yard will buy a most Satisiactory linen. Each of these suits WEDDING OR EVENING GOWN (with or without train) Pattern No. 560 Requires 4% yards 44 or 9 yards 24 inches without train Court train requires 5 yards 24 inches wide rice, 25 cents Sizes, small, medium, and large should have a hat, unless they are both of the same color, when one hat would do. The morning dress of our illustra- tion is made of batiste, dimity, or any thin wash material. A good choice for two other morning dresses would be ging- ham for one and linen (not too thin) for the other. Pattern 543 is a desirable one for gingham, and if the linen dress is made by 558 or 548 it can be used as a simple afternoon dress as well as for the morning. Cotton crépe is the best ma- terial for the wrapper in a spring outfit. Each suit should be provided with two blouses. For the serge dress one wash silk shirtwaist would be best for every- day wear, with a chiffon and lace blouse

for more formal occasions. Very good ED Ld f 5G Suh Zl Pag 4 } \ 4} | _ a

Lt : : a9 i BACK VIEWS OF THE GOWNS lingerie blouses can be bought for two dollars each for the linen suit. The following tables give detailed esti- mates of the cost of the different gowns: WEDDING GOWN Satin, 14 yards at $1.25. ..$17.50 Chiffon, 44% yards at $1,... 4.50 Lace, 5 yards at $3....... 15.00 Narrow lace, 15 yards..... 75 Silk, 6Y, yards at seventy- a ee 4.88 CHEVIOT OR SERGE SUIT Coat Pattern No. 2 37 Requires 3 yards 27 inches or 13% yards 48 inches Skirt Pattern No. 427 Requires 6% yards 27 inches or 3% yards 48 i Price, 15 cents each inches

Sizes, small, medium, and large Ribbon, 3 yards........... 1.05 Tulle for veil, 3 yards.... 3.00 $46.68 RECEPTION GOWN Foufard, § yards at $1.... $8.00 Satin, 2% yards at $1.25.. 3.44 Lace, 2% yards at 50 cents 1.38 Yoke and sleeve, 1 yard.... = .75 Waist-lining, 11% yards.... .30 ae 13.87 VOILE GOWN Voile, 6 yards at $1....... $6.00 Silk for lining, 8 yards.... 4.80 Trimming, 3% y’ds at 50c¢ 1.75 Sleeve lace, 1% y’ds at 50c 94 Yoke lace, ¥ yard........ 40 | "= a ere ee 40 ~ 5620 SERGE SUIT Serge, 5% yards at $1.50.. $7.69 Coat - lining, 3% yards at seventy-five cents........ 2.63 DEY 2acs o0dereetes one 50 “ix > ee LINEN SUIT . Linen, 9 yards at 40 cents.. $3.60 Embroidery (collar) %, yard at eighty cents.... 1.25 NE ha ba <RV O50 OSCR oie 1.25 ta MORNING DRESS Batiste, 9 yards at twenty- Give comts.. 2... ccceeess $2.25 Lace or embroidery, 3 y’ds 1.50 All-over, 4% yard at fifty Ep icsvibecvesennts i Ribbon, 34 yards at fifteen Serre reer rr 53 =. ar ae $95.22 Suit blouse... .........-esececece 4.00 Silk shirtwaist...............--+- 2.00 . 2 lingerie blouses.........----+++- 4.00 Limen dreas......----sesseeeeeees 3.00 Gingham dress............++++++: 2.00 Wrapper ......---se-e cree eeeeees 3.00 BD MBG in occ cee ceweeeccacses 24.00 NE 6 oc oCecabwved<ccnsesd $137.22 This estimate leaves nearly thirteen dollars for sewing-silk, cotton, bones, shields, ete. This can also include neck- wear and belts and provide all that is needed for these dresses. wey

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A Minn. woman writes: “T use Post Toasties be- cause they are liked by all the family, making a con- venient food to serve on any occasion. “1 use it for a breakfast food; then again with canned fruit or preserves, as a most delicious dessert for dinner or supper —each one desiring more. “ My experience is, all who taste want more.” Post Toasties **The Memory Lingers’’ Postum Cereal Company, Limited, Battle Creek, Mich., U.S. A. Canadian Postum Cereal Co., Ltd., Windsor, Ontario, Canada.

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198 HARPER'S BAZAR Buy BENN’S MOHAIRS DIRECT FROM THE LOOMS Of the Old Established Spinners and Manufacturers The women of this generation have never experienced the charm of wearing these lovely and brilliant dress fabrics in colors and qualities specially suitable for the Spring and Summer We now present the largest assortment of Mohair Fabrics ever shown to the Amer- ican Public. ‘*The radiant hues of early dawn” and the changeable colors of the rainbow are reproduced and represented in the beautiful effects shown in Quality H 135. These “MOHAIR RADIANTS” are the latest novelties, refined in effect, and cannot fail to charm and satisfy the most cultured taste. MOHAIRS America 1904 Spring and Summer Assortment H106—POPULAR MOHAIR SICILIAN. Medium weight, 21 colorings . . . 1.0 H106—STRIPED MIXTURE SICILIAN. Medium weight, 5 colorings . . 1.00 yd. H115—RICH PLAIN MOHAIRS. Light weight, 24 colorings . . 1.165 yd. H117—BRIGHT SHADOW-STRIPED MOHAIR. Medium weight, uN clesings 1.16 yd. H122—GROS GRAIN MOHAIR SICILIAN. Heavy weight, 10 colorings . 1.26 yd. H123—HEAVY GROS GRAIN MOHAIR, FANCY CORDED SICILIAN. Black and Blue 1.26 yd. H124—WHITE HAIRLINE STRIPE. Black and Blue ground, light weight . + 1.26 yd. H126—BLACK HAIRLINE STRIPE. Cream ground, light weight ~ 8 1.26 yd. H127—LUSTROUS SHADOW STRIPES. With cord, light weight, 17 colorings - 1.26 yd. H128—SILK-LIKE PEKIN STRIPED MOHAIRS. Light weight, 17 ee - + 1.26 yd. H129—MOHAIR CORD. In Black and Blue, light weight . . 1.26 yd. *H1365—*"* MOHAIR RADIANTS,”’ reproducing “the radiant hues of ouly ‘dawn’: absolutely latest novelty; medium weight, in 15 colorings . . 1.36 yd. “WHITE HOUSE” QUALITIES H16 1—*‘ WHITE HOUSE ”’ SUPERFINE BLACK TAFFETA MOHAIR. Light weight . $1.60 yd. H162—** WHITE HOUSE” SUPERFINE MOHAIR CORD. Light weight, 12 colorings. 1.60 yd. H163—‘* WHITE HOUSE ’”’ SUPERFINE PLAIN MOHAIR. Light weight, 11 colorings. 1.60 yd. H164—** WHITE HOUSE ’’SUPERFINE PLAIN MOHAIR SICILIAN. 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Conover Co., Mfrs. o 101 Franklin Street New York : A BLOUSE OF SILK AND LACE Pattern No, 347 Sizes, small, medium and large OR the young girl or OF TWO SHADES OF CHIl!ON attern No, 348 Price, 15 cents each Stocks and collars an woman who is medi- tating on a blouse to wear with her tailor suit we offer four suggestions which can be carried out in detail. The first waist is made of charmeuse in a soft shade of brown. The panel effect is of the same charmeuse, with a finish of buttons to match and relieved by epaulets of éecru lace which makes also the collar and undersleeves. The second blouse was ~ particularly smart, made in two shades of blue chiffon, or, again, could be copied in thin black chiffon over a kimono foundation of king’s blue to be worn with a black or dark-blue suit. Nine small buttons are the only trimming, and very charm- pa ing indeed they are when made of enamel in a gay, small-flowered pattern. Since early spring, taffetas have been in constant de- mand. The third design il- lustrates how suitably the soft silk can be used in a blouse for every-day wear. The long line of the V yoke, ending in two small ruffles of lace, will be universally becoming. The fourth is made of blue erépe de Chine, plain color or such an important featur of blouses that one cannot be too careful that they ard well fitting and a becomi height as well as smart ig W eut. The first slown is black satin with a jabd peciall) of fine écru lace laid jg below 1 small pleats. It las a coli many larette of lace. Eton collar light } are in demand and a charn- being ing one was shown of palef and blue batiste embroidered jn Cham! white over white _batiste piqué scalloped on the edge. shades The stock of Irish lae well : over white handkerchief with linen embroidered in dots pink, and hemmed is a good one are ¢ for early spring. Another These is of black velvet bordered med ' with narrow marabout or mate! fur. This is combined with plain a stock and round collar in yo of thin écru lace and opens the ¢ up the side by means od Th small hooks and eyes. ward The designs for mourning three collars and fancy neckwear youn illustrated on preceding more pages may be taken as good frock models for colored and the white. The ones with a impe fold of crépe, for instance, sent may be copied in white trim batiste with a colored bor styl der. mar The same rule may be ap higl with an alternate stripe of on with a fine cord. A ads ~ TAFFETA BLOUSE ttern No. 349 Sizes, small, medium and large black. The square is stitched The new neckwear for mourning. ‘hey are plied to the three blouses of a suitable for any material. ‘ “y OF CREPE DE CHINE S Pattern No, 350 Price, 15 cents each

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HARPER'S t aL] bin jy tsecmmee “See, Madame— your new dress, made and fitted entirely over BOYS’ RUSSIAN BLOUSE SUITS WITH KNICKERBOCKERS No. 680 No. 681 No. 682 Each requires 3 yards 36 inches wide Sizes, 2, 4, and 6 years Price, 15 cents each HILE all white is by Three attractively boyish : a far the best for chil- > models are shown on this dren’s dresses, es- page. In every instance The Pneumatic Dress Form cially when the child is simple Russian blouse lines 4 laid ig oe the age of three years, are followed, with the low A garment fitted to the Pheu Form will fit y ur own form more lars arg t features le cannot they arg becomi smart iq Wn is of a jabot ‘8 a COMM many attractive models in belt and bloomers to match. perfectly than if fitted to you during its making. When n collanii@l light pink and pale blue are aw inflated inside your fitted waist lining it reproduces your figure, i charm fi being shown for the four veloped in white rep. The ha dliniaen die bil I of pale and five year old tots. yoke, belt, and cuffs are of including the hips, perfect y- lered inf Chambray, rep, linene, and mavy-blue linen outlined Pneu Form is the only dress form in the world which reproduces ‘iti rhite braid, : “se a 'tiny white = pore the exact figure in every detail. Simply inflate the form inside tons trim the yoke in front your fitted waist lining. You regulate the height of the standard batiste piqué are shown in the ne. shades just mentioned as sh lace well as in white trimmed Kerchidi il with navy blue, buff, rose, 19 roe ple sen Reger rod to suit yourself. For draping skirts and fitting waists and in dots ink, or white. Plaid effects the center of the back. : Dod one = decidedly in evidence. ‘The model shown at the gowns, Pnea Form is unexcelled. Another These materials are trim- center of the panel is of Call and see demonstration, or write for fashion ordered med with bias bands of self white linen. A novel touch book F-41, “What to Wear and How to Make It.” out or material, as well as with is the closing at the right d with in wi i i ide of the front instead of ° plain wash fabrics applied SiC " collar in yoke effects and used for at the left, as is usually the 2 neuma IC orm O. | opens MI the cuffs and the belt. case. A frill of Valencienes ans of The planning of a lad’s lace edges the box-pleat and 7 if h N ¥. . wardrobe while he is but finishes the turn-back cuffs. 55 Fi t Avenue (near 46th St.) ew ork urning three years of age or At the right is pictured a ? “kwear younger is, perhaps, a trifle smart and novel little dress Phone Bryant 7620 ceding more diflicult than designing of white piqué. It has a S good frocks for the little lady of separate little shirt - front x. the same age. It is most which buttons in under the Pneu Form serves for any number of ith a important to keep suits es- wide pleats. A narrow real i : ‘ P ; . is Little Box anne sentially boyish in line and Spring hats Irish lace collar is worn. persons by simply changing This Li bp trimming effects, for any Either navy-blue or ba the waist lining. Base bor style that appears feminine to the embryo braid may be used to trim the sleeves. : Hi ; : aed ‘olds It All | man is not only rejected by his royal In the panel of little girls frocks are It’s ae highness. but is repudiated by the “father pictured styles for morning or afternoon }OUses of a son” as well. for girls of various ages. are ‘ial. THREE SUMMER FROCKS FOR LITTLE GIRLS No. 683 No. $84 No. 685 Sizes, 2, 4, and 6 years; requires 3 yards 36 in. Sizes, 4, 6, and 8 years; require 4 yards 36 in. Price 15 cents each

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(Uontinued from page 169) After his departure the discussion ran for some moments on the character of the new jurymen: There’s no use expecting anything from them,” said Mayo, finally, with decision. “When you’ve got the whole Civic Club, what can you expect?” “Maybe when Judge Barnard hears that the Gov- ernor has jumped into it that may have some effect,” put in one of the others. Mayo spoke with some impatience: “No, nothing can be done with Barnard, either. I had him sounded the other day and there’s nothing doing. He’ll rule for us only if the weight of evidence is.for us. Our job is to see to it that the weight of evidence is for us.” “ Well, there’s not a particularly rosy outlook there, for if Ward has got hold of the idea that money was deposited in the safe-deposit for you by Holding no power on earth will keep him from making out a pretty heavy case against you.” Brice’s mouth closed over the unpleasant fact with such alacrity that it savored of enjoyment. “ Exactly so. The thing to do is to prevent Ward from digging out that interesting fact,” said Mayo, coolly. “You'll never do that in the world if he’s on the scent,” began the senior counsel. But the other law- yer spoke for the first time: “Say, what’s the matter with-Ward lately? He’s not up to his usual form. Do you suppose there’s anything in this story that Holding tells?” “It’s not likely—” began some one else. But Mayo pushed their opinions aside with good-humored indif- ference. “ Ward’s the man to get hold of. He’s beginning to go to pieces. I haven’t made up my mind yet whether it’s some personal enmity to Cowperthwaite—” “ But they have always been great friends—knew each other as boys. I remember Ward’s telling me that once. That’s been one thing that’s made it hard for us.” “IT don’t care how much they have been friends.” It was characteristic of Mayo that, although he rarely raised his voice above its easy level, it always dominated. & “There is something wrong there now. There was either absolute hatred or a pretty good imitation of it that I caught in one glance that he launched at Cowperthwaite. I have no means of knowing whether it is anything but some passing disagreement, but I have my theory. And it may be that in that is our best method of getting the verdict. Something has happened to throw Ward off his balance. It may make him miss his opportunity in this Holding matter. Then by holding them down to the lack of direct evi- dence we may win out. Or it may be that if Ward hates Cowperthwaite hard and permanently we can get at Ward’ more directly. That’s my job; we'll wait and see. In any case, it’s my judgment that it’s Ward we want to aim at. If we don’t do more than make him lose his temper twenty times a day, he’s got a good hot one and undignified wrath always tells for the other side. And now I guess that’s as far as we can go for to-day. You’ve got all our witnesses letter-perfect, I suppose?” And the genial nod he gave in response to the assurance that it was so dis- solved the meeting. Left to himself, Mayo threw open the window to let out the cigar smoke, took up the paper, and disposed his injured foot more comfortably. The evening was. coming on; the moment was a peaceful,-quiet one. The situation he was in troubled him only moderately. He had always taken chances and had always counted the cost. Miraculously enough, Claire had seen noth- ing of the approaching trial. She rarely looked at the papers and Mayo had taken pains to leave none lying around. He didn’t want her troubled before it was necessary for her to be. The few friends who came to the house had received a hint from him. The picture of his daughter in the crisply, lacily white frock she had worn at her Commencement the year before faced him from a silver frame on his desk. Frocks.of that nature were rare enough in their joint experience for this one to have been com- memorated. Wide as were the Big Man’s political and business associations, their social circle was but little more extensive than the one Mayo and his young wife had made together. His social instincts were much the same; he had cared for nothing else. There- fore Claire had few friends; it was surprising how few. “Too few,” he thought, his eyes on the fair sweet- ness of the face. “I wonder if I have done her an injury keeping her to myself in this way. Perhaps she ought to have more young folks around—more suitors to choose from.” He admitted this to himself reluctantly, with a rueful smile at the twinge of fatherly jealousy the thought gave him. “If her HARPER’S BAZAR AS CAESAR’S WIFE mother had lived she’d have known how to manage it.” His heart stood still a moment, as it always did at that thought. He struck open a new page of the paper and read the head-lines rather absent-mindedly. “Claire would have her train—she’d hold her own with any one,” his thought dropped back. “Every man I’ve seen her with has admired her; they couldn’t help it. Even Cowperthwaite—and he’s a cool one. I saw it in his face as he looked after her.” @ Involuntarily the picture of his daughter with her beauty and the innocence of her belief in people came to him, surrounded as she would be, were he to crook his finger, with curious or self-interested men drawn to her by the knowledge of her father’s power and by the bruit of her money. He frowned in sharp distaste. All of his domestic ideas belonged to a simpler, more autocratic, patriarchal society. ‘The thought of a young girl in the glare of publicity, for sale in the market, was abhorrent to him. With his experience of the callousness of the struggle for ex- istence, he understood only too well how keenly the prize would be sought. Te had always hated and feared the thought of it, his little.girl the quarry for a pack of hunters. And he had many times re- solved, in the simplicity of his sense of power, that when the time came that he must think of bestowing her for her own happiness it should be he, not Claire, who should weigh the qualifications of aspirants in the balance of his reason and so give her where he knew it would be for her good. He knew men; there had never been a political combination that he had not been able to arrange; he had no doubt but that he could direct this mere domestic arrangement. No doubt of his power and no question but that his motives were of a saintly unselfishness had ever come to mar his content. “What if the case should go against me!” The thought flashed on him with a sudden, deadly breath of cold. “ And then what if, after taking advantage of all the appeals and delays we can hold them up for, it should still go—wrong. My little girl!” But the fear only lasted a moment. The next he was laughing at himself. He had never failed in anything when he had really gone in to win. “I know what juries and judges are made of,” he thought, with reassurance. “ What if they have man- aged to put in this stiff-necked set! They can’t last forever. There are other courts and other judges. And—why, half the business combinations in the city would go down if they disturbed me. We'd see how long this grand-stand play at ‘reform’ would last with the Northwestern Consolidated and the South Bay and a few other stocks going down!” He turned again to his paper, but it was with a lingering tinge of solicitude about his daughter. In a minute he threw the paper down. “ By George! but I’d almost like to think it was all settled and there was some one to take care of her if anything happened to me! Even when I’ve weathered this squall—I’m not as young as I was— you can never tell what is going to turn up to- morrow when a man has passed fifty. If it wasn’t for that—I’ll be—” Even in his self-communing he checked himself before the word that had almost slipped out got really formulated. In spite of the varied excellence of the vocabularies of profanity among which his activities were spent, Mayo himself, perhaps from some lurking fastidiousness, perhaps because of some religious scruple inherited from the church-attending Scotch-Irish immigrants who were his forbears, was himself absolutely unable to use “swear words.” Consequently he often found himself singularly at a loss to express his candid emotions. In this case, after deliberation, he selected a word of approximate significance. He substituted, severely, “—ineonvenienced—before I’d give her up to any other man!” A peaceful melody from the piano in the next room slid into his thought. Peaceful it was and to him it seemed very simple. But all the power of a great composer’s genius had bent, almost with desperation but with joy in the very pain of effort, to the task he had set himself; to make solitude gold-shot with underlying, subtle threads of melody and thought. And the fingers that brought it all out, melody and subdued accompaniment, unusual modulations that grew into consciousness as the embodiment of feeling long known but never before come to light, were dowered with an instinct for beauty and had been long and severely trained. After an exquisite final chord of subdued joy and grave triumph there was a pause in the music and the murmur of voices unconsciously and pleasantly at- tuned to the chords whose vibrations seemed still to - linger in the air. Mayo read peacefully, the passing anxiety soothed, a smile on his lips that told that all was well with him again. It was as if gentie fingers had passed over his temples and swept all care away. The door opened and Claire came into the ;, followed by Lyman. The Big Man’s eyes looked upon them both wita pleasure, the girl with the direc and yet gentle charm that was peculiarly hers. ¢),. young man with his buoyant, upright carriage an,) t\,. subdued look of pleasure that was about him. He |\q4 a charm of manner that could not be denied. “A fine fellow,” thought Mayo, musingly. “ \\ jt) no nonsense about him, efficient, and practical doesn’t waste time by tilting at windmills; | ready to deal with conditions as they are. He is |,,\.). too; he proved that in the way he stood by 4: 0m, he , Theories be—” Again he paused at the very threy\iolq of a forbidden word and submitted, politely, - regarded ” before the tribunal that had checked |, jj, “What I want to know about a man is: Ca: hyo be loyal to his friends? Lyman is well spoke) of everywhere, a fellow of clean habits too. And t't’s more important. I brought a clean life to her moj jr, Tl see to it that no man comes near my little wir! that can’t do as much.” Lyman was left with the Big Man for an int+rya| while the girl, with the pleasant homeliness of «vir customs, had gone to see about the early tea. |e Mayos still kept to the old-fashioned midday Su: jay dinner that should give the servants the afterioon and so make for the whole household some pari of a day of rest. And Claire brought to the little «sk an instinctive delight in cooking: and her plea-re in color and arrangement found outlet in the ehi:m- ing arrangement of the dainty table. Some new « ish was always launched on Sunday evening; somet} ing that required a lighter hand in tossing it togei\er than the cook possessed and a more subtle sensi! \ve- ness to flavors. It was the meal that Mayo like best of the week, with just himself and his little vir, together with a friend or so, and the table lookin, as only Claire knew how to make it. @ The two men talked, Lyman comfortably smoking Mayo as comfortable without. The younger man was not unconscious that the conversation was a fairly searching one that turned him and his standards and his business methods inside out. And making no pretense to being a simple youth, he had some notion whither it all tended. His spirits rose still higher as he realized that Mayo was taking the trouble to wei; him in the balance. That meant that he was to be considered seriously. This time there was no difficuity in making Lyman talk. By the time Claire came back to tell her fatlier. with her caressing hand upon his shoulder, that tlie meal was ready Mayo had made up his mind. [le was used to quick decisions, to picking men in a minute if necessary. As they rose he gave Lyman a friendly clap on the shoulder and leaned on him for support as he hobbled into the next room., From tit moment Lyman felt that he had the Big Man back of him, favoring him in his suit. At Lyman’s place Claire had put the chafing-dis!, with the chicken and mushrooms, the cream and :i!! the rest. She would have much preferred doing tle cooking - herself. She hated the untidy way he did things and then it was much more trouble to get tlie things together and wait on him and watch him to se he didn’t spoil it all at the same time. But she knew he loved to mess around and produce his peculia original-dish with triumph; his bachelor apartme: with its*admirable valet service, she knew in r womanly little heart was a poor excuse for home. with the simplicity of her type, which is yet as subtly wise as Mother Nature, she let him do the thing |e wanted, understanding fully that it was her funct on to make the men children happy. The table was in the soft light of the candles; there was the scent of flowers and the fragrance of delicate viands simmering, with the savor of cream and butt:r and a trace of something pungent. There was pei © and enough of pleasant talk. There was a clear-ey«l girl whose charming gown fell into graceful lines. @ girl deliciously pleased to play at hostess and to ra ate her sunny atmosphere of home. So, althou she said little that was really clever, both the | Man, her father, and Lyman, fussily busy with | stirring, sent their talk straight across the shini table to her tranquil eyes. Outside the soft eveni shadows were more closely serried; the little gro: around the lighted table were somehow drawn mo close together. Lyman let even his close-clinched (| termination to “get on—somehow ” relax into pea fulness. And Mayo was able to think with calm of t moment when he must tell Claire what impended. (Continued next month) 4 ' rlequit! ted them er and | alterna ates at g and On yellow ‘ | yellov The me per roll each ms to d The Hi inbow ¢ Each £ pel tied ynd part re told ||-know! the cl present i [hese 2 yre-eards ch cour pper th ual priz rge pum Two lea rs, and t guess edicine. poled. BosTON Lan AN ine makin: ymmer ¢ rms. 1! wal-shap alf one art to t y the si nd fold t the t ooden | nd in upports hree Wi nd ben he lam) egular ached himney hade m upport I ma mention his sur Japanes ll my he san SHOR WHE e bow ‘ity, a mut sor For fifty bush, egetal lis te lante f ber rave | sibilit man ¢ The which profit: tirely For low f dred

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ssing that entle | care " 0m, upon lireet the t the iad ‘ith he DOMESTIC PROBLEMS As Bazar Readers Have Solved Them ° B.S [Ow for this An April-Fool Supper iT is possible to make a suc- | cess of an April-fool party if i one avoids personal jokes. | ' invited twenty-four guests for eight-o’clock supper and ted them at one long table. I used er and unusual table decorations. i alternated green, pink, yellow, blue ites at «ach course 80 a8 to preserve a rlequin rect. The napkins were folded v and on them I laid seore-cards with vellow ey green ribbon attaching green ‘i yellow pencils falling like a fringe. The menus were written on foolscap per rolled, tied with violet ribbons, laid each plate. These were written in ms to d ceive. The Harlequin table presented a soft inbow e!lect. Fach guest was given @ roll of green per tied W ith ribbons. The gentlemen ni partners by matehing ribbons. They re told that they represented some J-known person whom they must guess inside the roll. ‘They were the cle. presentins each other! [hese guesses were registered on the yre-cards at table, also those as to ch course, before it came on. After pper the guesses were counted and un- ual prizes given; the booby prize was a rge pumpkin pineushion. Two learned professors, three busy doc- rs, and one grave lawyer were the keen- t guessers. A good laugh is better than ihey all seemed to enjoy being C. G. F. edicine. led. Boston. MASSACHUSETTS. Lanterns for Lamp-shades An inexpensive, novel, and pretty way making lamp-shades, especially for the immer cottage, is to utilize Japanese lan- rms. The kind used are the rather large, al-shaped ones in either a solid color or alf one and half another. The upper art to the desired depth is cut off, guided y the small bamboo bands which stiffen nd fold it, and is neatly trimmed off. t the top, which is finished by a black ooden band, the wire hanger is removed nd in place of it one of two or three ipports substituted. One consists of hree wires. equidistant around the top, nd bent so as to hang over the top of he lamp chimney. Another method is a egular support fitting the top and at- ached to the lamp at the base of the himney; or else the lower edge of the hade may be wired and the usual tripod apport be used. I made two like this, using the first- wentioned style of hanging jast for fun his summer, and the cheerful, red-figured Japanese lily shades made such a hit that ll my neighbors made, or had me make, he same things for them. D. I. V. Snort seach, CONNECTICUT. The Children’s Garden Wnex our children were very young e bougiit a house in the suburbs of a ‘ity, an| when the grounds were laid ut something was planted for each child. For instance, the oldest boy’ was given fifty currint-bushes, costing four cents a bush, which formed a hedge around the egetable carden. When the boy reached is tenth year, the bushes had been lanted f ur years, yielding eighty quarts { berrie. whieh he readily sold. This ogg « touch of business and respon- sibility hich seemed to help make a man of him. The younger boy had some chickens which he fed and cared for himself. The profits trom his chickens belonged en- tirely to him. For our little girl we planted in some low ground whieh was moist seven hun- dred pots’ nareissus and a hundred yel- low datiodil bulbs, which increase every year, She had no trouble: in selling lowers to friends, besides carrying great taskets of them to the children’s ward in the hospital, The older boy saved his money and ought more currants and other fruit and by the time he was twenty-one had enough money to make a small investment in a geod-paying business. The small boy kept increasing his supply of chickens, selling iq to the great accumulation of excellent material already accepted ‘Department, no further contributions are desired until May Ist.] them and his eggs, and although but six- teen now has quite a nice sum from them in bank. The little girl saved her pen- nies and invested in different kinds of flowers, and when she was married last summer her “ flower money ” paid for her trousseau. M,. M. GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA. A “Goodie” Sale Berne at a loss as to’ how to raise money with which to carry on our church work about two years ago, the ladies ap- pealed to me for an idea. The following was the very successful plan. It can be carried out for the benefit of aid societies, charity clubs—in fact, any time that money is needed and, as is often the case, time is limited. There were about thirty ladies in our guild, all of whom made jellies, preserves, jams, chili sauce, and so forth, so I called a meeting and asked each lady to donate what she felt she could spare from her store of “ goodies.” They all responded most generously and many of us received several extra jars of fruit from friends not of our church. To rent a hall would have meant the ex- pense of decorating and “ filling in,” so we asked different markets to rent us one window for the day. They very gracious- ly gave us the use of the window and were helpful to us in many ways. Four markets gave one each, so that we had four different stands. Each jar, glass, and bottle was labeled and the price marked in plain large figures. We pre- pared ourselves with stout twine and wrapping-paper, also plenty of change. We asked a moderate price. Before six o'clock not one thing was left and people were clamoring — like Oliver Twist for “more.” There were peaches, quinces, crab-apples, all kinds of berries—canned, preserved, and made into jams and butter, ever so many kinds of jelly, and much chili sauce, relishes, pickle, and other toothsome dainties. Et Paso, Texas. E. C. L. To Preserve Meat I READ in my last issue of Harper’s Bazak a receipt for the preservation of meat in summer, and as I have a receipt of my own that has proven satisfactory for a number of years I gladly send it in. I am a farmer’s wife and we usually put away eight or nine hundred pounds of meat for summer use. I always -had trouble until I studied out the following plan of preservation: After the meat has taken the salt and the time comes to smoke it, heat boilers of water to the boiling-point and wash the meat thoroughly, wiping as dry as possible with cloths. It is then ready for the following application: To each gallon of uncooked paste add half a pound of black pepper and a cup of sugar. Rub this mixture over the meat and see that it is thick enough to form a heavy coating. It is then ready for smok- ing. Hang it up in the smoke-house and keep up a good smoke, for four or five days, of sassafras wood. The coating of baked dough and pepper keeps all flies away, also excludes all dust; and when cutting into the meat the crust falls away, leaving it sweet and clean. There is no necessity for washing it before fry- ing or baking; washing destroys the fine flavor of smoked meat, as all farmers’ wives know. J. K. B. WELLSLON, OHTO. Carpet Cleaning I Live in a small country town where carpet-cleaners cannot be gotten and like- wise heip is very scarce. As I am not of rugged health I have simplified my rug- cleaning process. Take the rug in ques- tion (this, of course, applies to large ones) and reverse face downward. Leave it this way for several days. Walking on the wrong side brings out the dust. Upon turning again, sponge the surface with a solution of ammonia and water. You will be surprised at results. There will in consequence be a very dusty floor to sweep, but that is far easier than the old-fash- ioned back-yard beating. Your reward will be a thoroughly cleaned carpet with but little labor. J. C, H. Cascade Locks, Oricon, HARPER'S BAZAR 201 Are You Accepting Steamed Beans Thinking They Are Baked? T’S only a question of what you want, Madam. Only a question of getting what you ask for. We have no quarrel with the manufacturer who offers steamed beans—or the grocer who sells therh —or anyone who wants to buy them. But the Government insists that there shall be no misrepresentation on the can. Only beans that ave baked can be labeled “baked.” Steamed beans cannot be labeled “baked.” To be sure of the kind you are getting, vead the label on the can. Heinz Baked Beans Heinz Baked Beans are the only well-known brand on the market today that can use the word “baked”’ onthe label. “Heinz” Baked Beans are really baked —in our great ovens under intense dry heat for hours. They come out brown, mealy and tender—delicious —digestible, and with that real Boston baked bean flavor that cannot be drought out by any other than the baking process. Another thing, “Heinz” Baked Beans have the moisture 4aked out. Boiled and steamed beans have the moisture boiled and steamed zmto them. By actual analysis, “Heinz” Baked Beans contain 25% less water than boiled and steamed beans—25% more nutriment—food value—the quality you pay your money for. So “ Heinz” Beans, though they sell at the same price as boiled and steamed beans, are actually one-fourth cheaper. For just these reasons, ‘“‘ Heinz” Baked Beans are the largest selling brand on the market today. And, remember, while you pay the same price, the grocer willingly pays a little more for “ Heinz” to give you their extra flavor and food value. There are four kinds of Heinz Beans: Heinz Baked Beans With Pork and Tomato Sauce Heinz Plain Pork and Beans (Without Tomato Sauce) Heinz Vegetarian ‘(Without Pork) Heinz Baked Red Kidney Beans. Try Heinz Baked Beans at our risk. Ifyou don’t prefer them to any other you have ever eaten, your grocer will refund full purchase money. H. J. Heinz Company—57 Varieties . Member of Association for the Promotion of Purity in Foods

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See Reply Letter Coupon on page 213. é ‘Home-Making, theNew Profession”’ Base: t00-pp. ill. booklet—it’s FREE. Homa suety poaniete atone’ jurses. For home-makers, teachers, and for well-paid positions. on: She tmntemien 509 W. 69th St., Chicago, Il, ASTER LILIES and smilax are combined in the arrangement of the first of these dainty Easter centerpieces. A white bell evolved from crinkly paper arranged over a cardboard foundation is the receptacle and in this are grouped the lilies. Streamers of the smilax extend over the rim to a fixed distance, finished with a single lily. Tiny chicks stand in the spaces between the smilax streamers. A violet bell is the main feature of the second deco- rative scheme. It is ar- HARPER’S BAZAR the table arra; serve as a fav . is outlined w pressed ferns. igement ; The w h @ mat Che pale lets are used, «x they y a more effective color sly for a spring luncheon, Cute little , ucklings the feature of a other pre scheme. A grass plot js trived of moss outlined y springheri asparagus { and a bridge 3 simul by tiny tree branches, about are little duck and at the ceiter Di of bark filled with pug willows simulates a tm trunk. The arrangene ranged on a wire founda- complete is at once tion, the stems of the blos- soms thrust into damp moss placed within the wire out- line to keep them fresh. Leaves thrust in at intervals add to the attractiveness and a good-sized chick graces the top. FOR EASTER LUNCHEONS AND BREAKFASTS 1—Lilies and smilax 2—Violets and ferns 3—Pussy-willows Lavender satin ribbons extend from the top of the bell to even distances, each ribbon finished with a little chick which in tractive and unusual, Any one of these cont pieces may be arranged small expense, and the » terials are easily obtained. All of confectionery shops sell the pretty |itf ehicks and ducklings at Easter-time. HE revival of old successes in the dramatic and operatic world suggests a new and unique method of entertain- ment—a “musical evening.” “ Pinafore” is the latest revival. A Pinafore evening would be very un- usual. It might take the form of a re- ception given on H.M.S. Pinafore by Captain Corcoran and the crew to the ’ Right Honorable Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B., his sisters, his cousins, and his aunts. The invitations should be worded as follows: To meet Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B. His Sisters, His Cousins, and His Aunts. Captain Corcoran of H.M.S. Pinafore His Daughter and His Crew. At Home Thursday evening, October the fifth, from eight to eleven o’clock. To Music. In place of the blank after “ to” should be inserted the name of the character you wish each guest to take. Little Butter- cup, Hebe, Sir Joseph’s first cousin, Ralph Rackstraw, Dick Deadeye, Bill Bobstay, the boatswain, Josephine the daughter, Sir Joseph himself, one of the crew, or one of the sisters, cousins, or aunts. The list is a long one. The costumes may be so simple that they will cause your guests very little trouble. With the exception of Captain Coreoran and Sir Joseph, who should wear uniforms, the men may all wear sailor suits of white duck. Captain Corcoran’s uniform may be the usual blue uniform trimmed with gold lace. Sir Joseph in the play wears short white buckskin trousers, white stockings, low black buckled shoes, and a blue tailed coat elaborately trimmed with gold. In the play the sisters, cousins, and aunts wear simple short white dresses with sashes of different colors, and Hebe something similar but a little more elaborate. Little Buttercup has a sim- ple short gown. Josephine’s costume is quite elaborate. Songs and dances from the score of “Pinafore” should form the evening’s entertainment. The guests will probably find that they are quite familiar with the music, but they may not remember the words, so that it will be well to give to each one as a souvenir a tiny booklet with appropriately decorated cover, con- taining typewritten copies of the words A NOVEL MUSICAL EVENING of the favorite airs of the opera; “\j Sail the Ocean Blue,” “ Dear Little By tercup,” “A British Tar is a Soari Soul,” “Things Are Seldom What Th Seem,” “Never Mind the Why Wherefore—,” “Kind Captain, I've | portant Information, Sing Hey the Kis Commander that You Are—,” “I! am Englishman,” ete. If you can have a soloist to sing som of the more difficult songs and lead th ensemble singing of the guests so mud the better. Some of the would be fascinating. The refreshments must be characteri tically English, say roast beet sandwie English ale, and gooseberry tarts. The “ Mikado,” which was recently a cessfully revived in New York, off as attractive opportunities for adapt tions of this sort as “ Pinaiore.” | music is charming, the airs familia and the costumes, consisting simply Japanese kimonos, very “Robin Hood,” containing musical airs, and the Morris well, is another suggestion tumes could be very picturesjue. “! Bohemian Girl” gives us gipsy dane and costumes and some beaut!!! music. eas delight dances sailor dane to cop The es NES! bark prett! sliells of ¢ erpiece »g are t tinting k grat stands ch is st ter lili suitabl ter lw shells, dies, S¢ reen yr con nty Ee a dee} op mo outlin agus puped. ts har pen of od to « T colo! t it fo Flowe tragec pick aced i auty 1 A pat ft of | en pl ith a the ms, t lly in gray the hey hi AS bee S brill Each pme if om a be sec Mau much SOME SEASONABLE RECEIPTS end. harden. the eggs in a nest of lady-fingers. be surrounded by it. Gelatine eggs in a nest XTRACT the contents of eggs through a hole in the small Rinse the interiors well with water and fill with blane-mange. Set them in a pan of flour, the open end up, to Color the gelatine or blanc-mange with vegetable colorings. When hardened, break the shells away and arrange Serve with whipped cream. The cream may be in a separate dish or the whole nest may A pretty Easter salad dish or sauce-boat. UT potatoes into long, narrow strips as for str them in salted water until barely done, drain. still warm sprinkle with oil, lemon, and onion Ju' om stand on ice until cold. Arrange these straws in Make balls of cream cheese, roll each one in grate: lay them in the nests. Serve mayonnaise or a cream salad dressing in * * awa; boll and whil i little nest yolk an per

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— ra ligement Or. Thea NEST evolved from vith’ « - bark and filled with The . prettil) tinted blown 8 Pay shells the main fea- f colar” of a pretty Easter Pi niece. Soft pinks and 1 cheon, ery ‘ duckling »s are the colors used for Luther D LSS plot is Utlined y; ‘Tagus fy 3 simul ranches, * duckli iter a Di With pug ites a ty arrangey tC once usual, hese conta arranged ind the y All of th oretty litd ’-time, pera; “Wy Little Be a Soar Vhat Th Why } I've | the Ki “IT am sing Som lead t 80 mug or dane laracte ind wiche ts. ently sug k, off adapt e.” Th familiay imply to copt elighti ances rhe ¢ “— dane nusie, tinting and a cute little rk graces the top. The stands in a fern outline, ch is studded with lovely ter lilies. It is especial- suitable for a children’s ter luncheon, the blown shells, filled with tiny dies, serving as favors. ren and gold is the yo combination of one nty Easter arrangement. ; | ie G aster “> 17 . Se Ne J HARPER’S BAZAR CLOW. . : With yellow candles and shades and a _ yellow-and- green color scheme followed as well as possible in the luncheon this would be charming. The foundation of the lace centerpiece is a dark green basket oblong in shape. In the center, on a foundation, a pure white bunny is placed and grouped about him are white lilies and springheri asparagus ferns completing a _ color scheme of green and white. Little toy rabbits might be used as favors at a luncheon a deep bowl filled with np moss and hidden by outline of springheri as- agus fern, jonquils are uped. Their soft golden ts harmonize admirably with the deep Tiny ducklings are ed to outline the main arrangement to ben of the fern. —_—_—— serve for favors or place-cards, and in- closing the whole is arranged a border of the jonquil foliage. Lia or party with this decora- _ tion. . Usually at breakfasts and THREE ATTRACTIVE FLORAL CENTERPIECES luncheons, which are ar- > i—Easter nest 2—Of green and gold 3—Lilies and fern ranged in honor of some special occasion, the color idea is carried out in the menu as far as may be. In ices and candies it is easily followed always. —— FLOWERS AS A MEANS OF DECORATION ~~ ; HE flower season is coming i on and with it the delight of making our homes blossom i as well as our gardens—of } carrying armfuls of rich liv- color into rooms that have been with- t it for so long. Flower lovers frequently feel that it is tragedy to shorten the lives of flowers picking them. It is unless they are aced in surroundings that set off their auty rather than destroy it. A pathetic little bunch of daffodils be- ft of leaves has just cause for complaint ien placed in an elaborate cut-glass vase ith a red wall-paper for a background. the other hand, a few beautiful blos- ms, their leaves intact, swaying grace- lly in a shallow dull-blue bowl against gray background may well feel honored the distinction placed upon them. hey have gained in beauty, and the room hs been brought to life by that one touch — B brilliant color. Each room has certain flowers that be- bme it well, and one who loves both the m aud the flowers should soon discover ke secrvt of worthy congeniality. Mauv« and pink flowers give the needed much of warmth te a gray room, and lavender flowers are particularly charm- ing in a light-blue room; yellow and white flowers brighten the more somber backgrounds, old blue, dark green, ete. After you have studied your room and experimented with it, you will be sur- prised to learn how large a part of the year you can keep the required color in the place that fits it. With wild and culti- vated flowers at your command you will find a succession of yellows, pinks, etc., obtainable from April until November. Fill your empty corners with effective masses of flowers. Conceal the top of your ugly radiator with a bowl of them. Relieve the bare top of the grand piano with a bunch of dogwood or apple blos- soms. Pack away your dust-collecting bric-a-brac and replace it with flowers. Make flowers take the place, during the summer at least, of the beautiful per- manent furnishings you cannot yet afford. We must thank the Japanese for our lessons in natural flower arrangement. They have taught us the beauty of growth as well as of blossoms and that we cannot improve upon it when transporting them from garden to house. lt is not easy to keep the beauty of a daffodil’s swaying growth when arrang- ing it in a vase, but deprived of it its spirit is gone. Inasmuch as they grow either singly or in masses, we can arrange them either way, provided we do not de- stroy either leaves or stem. The char- acteristic growth of the dogwood is that of a single gracefully angular branch sil- houetted against the sky, and we can do no better than retain that arrangement. The receptacles in which the flowers are placed are extremely important. They must be inconspicuous in shape and color, the shape graceful, and at the same time carefully adapted to the needs of the natural growth of the flower. Baskets and wicker vases are looked upon with great favor this season, par- ticularly because their shapes are general- ly graceful and the coloring can_ be adapted to the room in which they are placed. They can be stained or painted any color desired. Of course there are tin or glass re- ceptacles inside to make them practicable. For temporary arrangements the shallow baskets are sometimes filled with wet moss or sand into which the stems of the fiowers are stuck. When there are inside dishes for water, it is essential to have Japanese flower-holders of glass or lead. With kreen tinted f. lily forms of each with frosting, These are FOR AN EASTER LUNCHEON AKE frost fondant Easter cakes with lily decoration a sponge-cake mixture in any shaped tin desired and with vanilla icing. Decorate the top of each cake fondant worked into an Easter-lily design, using pale- ondant for the leaves. If you cannot make the cut the little forms of white paper, coat and curl up. in lily shapes as illustrated. charming for an Easter party for children or for grown-ups and especially appropriate. Chicken croquettes OOK one-half cup of flour in one-third cup of butter. one cup of stock, one-third cup of cream, one beaten egg, and a pint of chopped chicken or veal. egg shapes, dip in egg and bread crumbs, and fry in deep, hot fat until golden brown. peas or with cream sauce. The croquettes are just the ordinary chicken ones; the egg for Easter Add When cold form into Garnish with parsley and serve with shape is the novelty of this dish. 203 As Wholesome As It Is Delicious Baker’s Cocoa is the standard of the world Baron von Liebig, one of the best- known writers on dietetics, says of cocoa: “Tt is a perfect food, as wholesome as delicious, a beneficent restorer of exhausted power ; but its quality must be good and it must be carefully prepared. 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EAUTY is only skin-deep,” \ii avers an old adage to which every son of Adam fervently responds, “ That’s plenty deep j enough to suit me,” and every normal-minded daughter of Eve is forthwith prompted to discover the depth of her cuticle and the amount of beauty which it is capable of absorbing-and ex- pressing. Almost while I was writing this a learned Presbyterian minister reminded the sisters of his flock about the loveli- ness of flowers and admonished them that women were the flowers of the human family and, therefore, that it was a wom- an’s sacred duty to do everything she could to enhance her beauty and so confer upon the world the pleasure in the gift of a human blossom. There is a certain satisfaction about For crow’s feet—downward and the thought that in conserving and en- hancing one’s personal attractions one is performing a sacred duty and this belief lends zest to the practise of facial mas- sage and the application of beautifying emolients. In the quest for beauty of face one must understand that nothing worth while is obtained without effort and the cost of some sacrifice; and that in order to possess a good complexion one must eschew food that disagrees with one and take enough exercise to promote cir- culation. It is an almost invariable rule that a bad complexion is the result of poor digestion and that imperfect cir- culation is wont to take the roses from the cheeks and paint them upon the end of the nose and on the hands, where no- body admires them. This effect is also produced by tight clothing and often by alcoholic stimulants, which destroy femi- nine beauty. So far as color and brightness are con- The method for the forehead wrinkles outward THE SECOND OF OUR SPECIAL SERIES OF ARTICLES ON BEAUTY AND PHYSICAL cerned, exercise in the open air is the best thing to beautify the complexion, but at the same time the texture of the skin must be preserved from the ravages of cold winds and dust by careful use of shady hats and a veil lightly tied about the throat so that air will be admitted and the dust excluded. When exercise, proper food, fresh air, and cleanli- ness fail to preserve the beauty of a face, it is time for massage and unguents to lend their aid to Nature and prevent or obliterate lines and sagging of the muscles. Massage of the face is by no means either a simple or a harmless process and none but an expert masseuse should ever be permitted to manipulate the face of another, while a-woman who massages her own face would do well to use care and caution. Violent mas- sage will pull the outer cuti- cle from _ its moorings, as it were, and in time induce more wrinkles than Nature would bestow in her most eareless mood. One woman, having in mind such a re- sult from ignorant handling of her skin, satisfied her- self by gently patting a nourishing cream into it after. the face had first been thoroughly cleansed with pure soap and hot water and then as thorough- ly chilled by plentiful ap- plications of very cold wa- ter. Her ef- forts were wonderfully successful in rounding out her cheeks and obliterating lines about the . eyes and mouth, ~ A famous professional beauty recommends appli- cations of cracked ice to the face and throat after a hot bath and says that she often leaves an ice pack on her neck for ten minutes at night to make the skin firm and glowing before she pats in a good skin food. One cannot be too care- ful about the soap used upon the face. Any castile soap that sells at bargain prices is not the best. Oat- meal mixed with almond meal is admirable for cleans- ing the face and neck and many rub a good cream into the skin, leave it on for a while, and then care- fully remove it, with the dust and powder of the day, by means of bits of absorbent cotton. After this comes the hot bath to clean and open the pores of the cuticle, the cold bath to stimulate the skin and make it firm, and, last of all, massage with skin food to nourish it, remove wrinkles, and fill out hollows. To be efficacious massage must be gentle, firm, regu- lar, and accomplished with rotary upward motion of the finger tips, except about the eyes. Do not massage both corners of the eyes or sides of the forehead at the same time, This motion should be outward and upward cr 'LTv BI for that pulls the skin in ontrary rections and causes it to become ; in the course of time and su ject {) wrinkles. Massage one side «{ the fan a time, unless one is an expert, While massaging the face do not the muscles firmly during the may; tion, but allow the face to {\|| in a ural manner so that no str: in Upon muscles exists during the e. reise, The* wrinkle or crease \ ur tral We a rice fo hich VY ives. hat out ver, tl » eagel jegitima ich ig y disfiguring is that which comes below : the mouth in the inner « eeled b ase of cheek. To smooth out this ys aker vrink] stant massage is necessary with , = or oil. Always the motion «/ the tinge” _ should be outward and upward, pygme’™ art of 0 jlavent tyle. and very gentle. Every niglit some » skin food should be rubbed i:){o the C and a dab of it left on to bec me absork This wrinkle is the result of «are, any; pnd bel sorrow, and, with a differe)t curve, prt can often produced by a fretful temper, — remove it wholly, overcome the cayy, eu’ *P° Yh, fo land in are Crow’s feet at the eyes are treated yj a skin food and a downward and outyy massage. The motion must |. but sism° coin al ure ol Give are the work ? day th sometl the w« ladder Whi accom may 1! words is th Our | we sh If s langu: ly, 1 wou truth army you f them the serv i Did Did the some Was see | ly downward and principally outward An important thing to consider in th selection of skin foods is their tendeng to darken the skin or make it bairy. Some emolients for the face are good for a dry skin and bad for an oil) Salad oil, unless made from will make the skin hairy, whil: extracts will not. If emolient- darken the complexion use a |i juice or benzoin or both in tl milk and cream are always softening, and beneficial to the Sour milk or that which is very whitening to face and nek. one, ne, : ‘ tin’s ire olives, : your pure olive ; I ly Did jum, appear to tle lemor Cow's vhitening, D in. 3 curdled Mixed To keep away a double chin if with oatmeal, it cannot be surpass Next month’s article will discu-> ~ Bea in tifying the Eyes.” ci

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— -ULTup | Contra come ‘ 1 eet to ol the f, Prt, ’ do hot De Man fall in a n Upon ‘rcise, ich is comes " vase of Vrinkle g With en T the fing ard, ry U some g to the « me abso tre, anviel It curve, temper, 4 ANGUAGE most -hows man; speak that I may see thee,” said Ben Jonson. So our words proclaim to a curious Sd world the secrets of our birth, Le trai ing, and our tastes. We are often willing to pay @ great a French mirror of flawless glass hich will perfeetly reflect our physical ves. But these mirrors are only for at outward appearance in which, how- ver, the most indifferent among us are » eager for perfection that we use every pvitimate art to secure it. If we are below the average height, we wear high- heeled boots; we conspire with our dress- maker for effects in dress which will om to add to our stature; if we are oo stout, we lessen our weight by studied nd rigid dieting. We bribe the milliner to place upon our com- JJacent head a hat of correct size and tyle. Finally we stand before our mirror and before the world as faultless women as . = rice fo! ip xercise rt of ow art can produce. : If only we might now remain silent; mut speak we must and so reveal ourselves. ait Boy, for a substitute! Alas! in speech nd “CW nd in that alone we must pass for what ty we are and with every word that we sli Dp ward outward r in the tendeney t hairy. good for ce, e olives, ire olive ppear to » lemon- Cow's Litening, lL. curdled Mixed —=—_——_ Seat coin and put into circulation buy pleas- ure or pain, success or failure. Given a single day in our lives, what are the tools with which we do the day’s work? Is not the objective point of every day that we may be something more, have something more, do something more for the world or reach a higher round in the ladder of personal associations? What means have we at command to accomplish this business of the day? We may make use of dress, of deeds, and of words—above all, of words, for language is the touchstone of daily intercourse. Our language decides into what society we shall be admitted. . If some one were to tell you that your language was crude, uncultivated, sloven- ly, inaccurate, your pride would be wounded and you would challenge the truth of the statement. But marshal the army of words and phrases with which you fought your battles of yesterday; pass them in review; do you recognize any of the following as having been in your service’ Did your child behave himseif? Did your friend live on Maple Street? Did you have your photo taken? Was the play a success? Did you do like some one else did? Were you real happy? Was your friend overly strong? Did you ree five fish in the brook, sit side of some one, or find those kind ef books at Mar- tin’s: Or, worse than this, did you put your t init?) Were your friends avwful- ly jolly, mighty sorry, or dead tired? Did you give yourself away, have a cinch, jump on the girl, or lay her out in great shape’ Were you up against it? Dil you see the whole bunch, talk with brainy people, eat the balance of the pie, have /o(s of company, or move into your new e? Did you do the whole of your work. meet a large party at the hotel, lay aed till nine o'clock, or go to the depot and cateh your train? Did you tell your tiiend that the piece of news was betivecn you and I? Did it start to rain? Did you call on your lady friends, where the wien wore dress suits? Were you ticki’ to death or crazy to go where you met gi nieel people? Did you change your help. or mail your postal cards? Did your friend look beautifully, give you svch @ charming book, become a con- firmed invalid, or the acquaintance of several celebrities Did you extend “ni ‘tafjon to the preacher, see the lady who \as stopping at Mrs. M "8, have a mice time, jump onto a chair, or enjoy yourself at the pienie? If you did any of these things, then you were false to the best traditions of the English language. _ But does it matter?’ you ask. No, if you wish to hold lightly that one gift which distinguishes man from the lower animals and eivilized men from savages. In this case it does not matter. But if you go backward in language, why strive to progress in other things? Con- ‘ervatism is as necessary in language as jm any other of the sacred institutions of “ivilized life; and slovenliness of speech HOW TO TALK WELL [KS BY FRANCES E. OLIVER a®, cannot but lead to carelessness in other matters. The art of conversation is, after all, the most important of the fine arts and one that all who will pay the price may cultivate. We cannot all hope to sing like Madame Melba, or paint inspiring pictures; but we can become such pleasing conversationists that we shall be not only welcome, but sought after for social gatherings. Can any one be more accept- able as a guest than she whose words “like nimble and airy servitors trip about her at command” and whose flashes of wit light up the dark by-paths of the conversation ? It is because speech is so common that we have a low estimate of its worth; yet the ability to speak charmingly is as rare as any other coveted accomplishment. It has taken years of patient study to per- fect the art of the pianist whose music thrills you to-day, and no one has ever become a ready talker without effort. Everything else in life you keep under observation and by conscious effort seek to improve. You eat when you are hun- gry: you brush your gown and your hat daily; when your clothes show signs of wear you buy new ones; you give time to the dentist, the manicure, the boot- maker; and so you maintain with a com- mendable pride all the little niceties of polite living. But you suffer your language to drift with the tide of thoughtlessness until it is lost in the fathomless ocean of inac- curacy and even of vulgarity. For language, as for everything else in life, there is always more and yet more to be done. You cannot speak easily and agreeably unless you know how you speak and how you should speak—unless you keep before you the ideal forms to which you are trying to make your speech con- form. We need constantly to have light thrown upon our manner of speaking just as we need light for our other conscious acts of life. How often do we torture one poor phrase a thousand ways? If we have a new cook in the kitchen who seems to be preparing our meals satisfactorily we say that she is “making good.” If a defaulter has been imprisoned and, after being released, leads an honest life we say that he is “making good.” If the owner of a factory finds that a boy whom he has taken on probation can do what is expected of him, the owner says that the boy is “ making good.” Unfortunately there are no schools of conversation, and, if there were, not many of us could find time to go to them. It is to be doubted, too, whether schools of conversation could do as much or do it as well as neighborhood clubs or asso- ciations of friends could do for their members, or even as an individual could do for herself by reading helpful books, taking the “medicine of good example ” occasionally, or subscribing for a maga- zine that would point out errors in lan- guage and suggest correct forms in their stead. Clubs under the leadership of a good magazine ought to be very helpful. Oue of the most inspiring conversation- ists that the world has ever known said that he had attained a flow of language by “early laying it down as a rule to do his best on every occasion and in every company, to impart whatever he knew in the most forcible language he could command; and that by constant practise and not suffering any careless expression to escape him he had made good language habitual to him.” Of another it is said that he “ brooded like a lover” over fine expressions that he found in his reading and took pains to make them his own by using them. The study of language returns to the student results that are both abundant and immediate. Let a neighborhood club meet once a week and try to find accurate and lasting expressions to take the place of the slang of the day. Let the members study the life history of such words as pagan or or country dance. They will get the history of nations plus some natural history besides a wealth of ideas for conversation and a nicer ap- preciation of words. HARPER'S BAZAR For ENGAGED COUPLES Tus is particularly for engaged couples. Near- engaged couples won't be barred. Couples who have “broken it off,” but whose intentions are serious, will still be considered eligible. But no bachelors need apply. What do you think of eugenics? What's that? You don’t know what it is? You don’t like these new religions? Why, bless your heart, it’s a science. Its founder called it “The Science of Human Improvement,” and if you don’t know anything about it you had better read THE DELINEATOR for Apzil. What Makes Blue Eyes? JUGEN ICS has discovered one queer law about eyes. Brown-eyed parents may have a blue-eyed child. Eyes are blue because they lack brown pigment. But when a blue-eyed man marries a blue-eyed woman, all their descendants will have blue eyes so long as they mate with blue-eyed people. This is interesting, but not necessarily important. But when it comes to the badder and sadder traits that children inherit, it’s mighty important. Fortune-Telling From Fact haaneer state investigates past generations in order to insure the future. If you know some of the tendencies the child is bound to have, you can not only teach and train it more intelli- gently, but you can be of real service in helping a marriage that will turn out happily. UGENIC Societies are working in every civilized country com- paring notes and filing records. In THE DELINEATOR for Api is one of the first authoritative public statements about their work. These facts that the eugenists are collecting are going to have a great bearing some day on the paupers, the insane, and the non-producers that the State is now called on to support. If you are not a subscriber, may we say that THE DELINEA- TOR for April will appear in an unusually good-looking cover. On a background of white appears a lovely girl in a wonderful maline hat. In order to have more room for the beautiful lady, so that you could cut her out if you chose, the name of the magazine has been put "way down at the bottom of the page—so don’t over- look it. Inside this lovely cover you will find a lot of good reading. Just get THE DELINEATOR and see for yourself P. S. William Hard has a new departure for which he wants your interest and enthusiasm. THE BUTTERICK PUBLISHING. COMPANY NEW YORK

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JULIAN, 432 Sth Ave. New York City A LT TEM Ce - HWW IDS) andi Shorthand successfully by mail. Let me help you become an expert. My plan is told in ** Felder FE "— HARPER’ S BAZAR OUR PUZZLE MILL PRIL is at hand. Our Merry Mystic Mill has been grind- Hi ing busily for over six 74 months. .1t will soon be time : gj to announce the six-month prize winner. I am glad to say that the answers piled in so thick and fast and steadily that I had over a thousand col- lections to assort and examine. Were there too many? Not one. I wished, instead, that there had been five times as many. | was sorry to note that a few who started in with our first offering had, apparently, fallen by the wayside, perhaps discouraged, either by difficult puzzles or by their lack of luck in prize winning, or for some reason unknown to “ Ye Puzzle Miller.” Come back, friends. ‘The latch string is always out, and there is always “ room for one more.” Whether you never tried a puzzle before or are one of the initia- ted who possess the ability to “ torture a poor word ten thousand ways,” you are equally welcome. Many friends have sent me lovely dec- orated lists of answers. I thank all who have done so and have carefully preserved all’ these works of art. I have felt as if I ought to reward these decorative efforts and, later, may offer a special prize for these talented contestants to work for. Meanwhile, recognizing that the great majority of our assistant millers have not the time to spare to decorate their lists, I am awarding all prizes on the simple basis of skill in solving the Grists, and where lists duplicate each other, as some- times happens, dividing the reward, en- deavoring to be absolutely impartial. Answers to March Grist I—THE GIRLS NAMED 1. Be-at-rice. 2. Belle. 3. Sybil. 4. Bertha. 5. Car-o-line. 6. Bridge-t. 7. Ad-a-line. 8. Phebe. 9. Wilhelmina. 10. Al-ice. Il.—ILLUSTRATED PUZZLE S-caught—Scott. IIIl.—THE MISSING AUTHORS FOUND 1. Milton. 2. Wordsworth. 3. Long- fellow. 4..Lovelace.. 5. Goldsmith. IV.—A DIAMOND CAP MOLAR COVERED VALENTINE PARTING REINS DNG E V.—AN ENIGMA George Washington. I.—Can you name this American statesman? VI.—ILLUSTRATED PUZZLE Pen and ink. VII.—¥UNNY FELINES FOUND 1. Catacomb. 2. Catcall. 3. Cata- logue. 4. Catarrh. 5. Catsup. VIII.—RHYMED NAMES 1. John—lawn. 2. Mabel—Abel. 3. Lily—chilly. 4. Ruth—truth. 5. Paul or Saul—maul. 6. Neal—seal. 7. Jean— lean. 8. Polly—jolly. 9. Alice—chalice. write for it today and get name card written free. Address c 4. H, BURKE, 524 Chemical Building, ST, LOUIS, HO. 10. Grace—mace. February Cash Prize Winners M. D. Walker, Beaver Falls, Pennsyl- vania; Leonie Scott, Westerville, Franklin County, Ohio; Margaret L. Murray, Grassy Poiut, New York; Agnes E. Livingstone, St. John’s, New Brunswick, Canada; Mrs. J. D. McCully, Hood River, Oregon. CALENDARS Grace Bliss, Massachusetts; Mrs. E. B. Matthews, Georgia; Agnes Learned, Mas- sachusetts; Theodore Ames, New Jersey; Mrs. S. Bennett, Tennessee; Miss A. E. Livingstone, Canada. IIl.—Can you name this State? BOOK OF POEMS Sara M. Hax, St. Joseph, Missouri. The April Prizes e Best list; two dollars. Three next best lists; one dollar each. Three books as consolation prizes. Answers will be in the May number, prize winners’ names as soon as possible. The lucky ones will probably receive their rewards before their names are published. Please mail all replies by April 10th, and let every one try. Our April Grist III.—CROSS-WORD ENIGMA Come, though you wear rubbers and um- brellas take, Rejoice for the buds that will come in my wake. In happy not in glee, In puppy not in bee, In hurry not in haste, In stingy not in waste, In linnet not in bug, kisses not in hug, honey not in sweet, mutton not in meat, water not in bay, wages not in pay, cradle not in sleep, harvest not in reap. IV.—APRIL GARDENING (If I planted these articles in my gar- den plot, what would come up?) - A splendid sunrise. A white canine. A winter sport. A wise man. A yellow wand. A saccharine lad. A very precise girl. . A mercenary mother’s advice. . A lover’s parting adjuration. 10. An ancient historic vessel. 1l. What the small boy’s never is. 12. A symbol of victory. V.—A DOZEN STAIRS TO DESCEND (The last two letters of each five-letter word, when correctly defined becomes the first two of its successor.) 1. A month of promise. 2. A well-known epic poem. 3. A viper. 4. To rub out. 5. A number. SRA PAP wm clothing 6. To penetrate. 7. A mistake. 8. To declaim. 9. Rigid. 10. Reason. 1l. A kind of chair. 12. To abrogate. VI.—A GOOD RIDDLI (Who or What is this Old Though I’m in church each Sa I never have been known to Though filled with melody an My voice in song I never raise. Though half the service comes { Yet always silent I must be. Although my lids are raised u I never see, I have no eye. And though I have a good str I seem at rest when on the rack In cotton, leather, silk arraye: My outer coat is often frayed riend?) rath Day ray. praise rough ml high, ig back, I am at weddings seldom use: And by some boys get much Though in the organ-loft displa I never have an organ played. Though borne with pride in t! I never walk in the procession At Christmas and at Easter, t: The children love me; Contributed by Boston, Mass. VII.—ACCIDENTAL HIDDEN (In these quotations there so do yor abused, ed TECESSI9 ” ©. GF, NAMES are (op cealed some dozen, more or less, name, The first one is Eve. rest?) 1, “ Though every prospect plea And only man is vile.” 2. “ Rather than be less, Cared not to be at all.” 3. “ As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” 4. “ Alone, alone, all, all alone, Upon a painted ocean.” . “ And last of all an Admiral! Can you on 1 find the ses, came, A terrible man with a terrible name” > “ A little learning is a danger: mus thing; Drink deep, or touch not the Pierian spring.” VIII.—WORD SQUARE My first is what most women To visit or to read; love, My second, a fair lady’s name; My third a country of much fame; My fourth a bush or shrub tha t grows In many places; no one knows, Who fifth it all. Indeed, This is a puzzling square for But try it; see what you can Contributed by K. WatTersury, Conn. Now here’s a jolly little bit that may interest and amus many of you. It was suggest: enthusiasm of a suburbanite f: contracted the “poultry fev spring, and it may beguile a moments for some one. please you to learn that an eru: gogue, upon whom the Puzzle M the problem before submitting spent a good half-hour, with | pencil, figuring away like mad announce, authoritatively, and ; tily, that it couldn’t be done. Who will be the first to tell th the correct reply? I haven’t tol: I didn’t dare to. I will send t post-cards to the puzzler sendin: correct answer, and I will mail disgusted mathematician to solv: plexity. : Here’s the Probiem Jenkins, who owns a small lot, built on it a neat little | house for his happy poultry fa was the admiration of all the ' and bore the euphonious title Hotel Henriette.” It was tw: long, ten feet high, fifteen feet \ held a dozen nests, each nest square, and a feed box four fect Jenkins placed sixty hens in it His wife removed ten, saying it crowded, and later used two bi a Sunday dinner, leaving forty-e' zens in the little coop. How u did each hen have to use? Address all communications Puzzle Miller, Harper’s BAzar, Square, New York City. Perhaj- you, do, W. W. of grist a good | by the iend who r” this ew spare it may ite peda- ller tried to you, per and only to bit tet It can. srofessor him yet nty-five he first t to the his per ~burban rtment- y. It ighbors f “The uty feet ide. 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Since then thou- by May Ist. of the Bazar. CLASS B Household Articles EMBROIDERED IN SILKS See oe $50.00 OE EE 40.00 oes os vat og sewesnes 25.00 A ons taséunacanees 10.00 ss cansdip Goede +éeecnes 10.00 CS 5c ceger cb aaw ane baeee 10.00 OE rarer 5.00 EA a ee 5.00 EE TE oi ss énesnsde tbcdes 5.00 ES Cs So cc aecee a EE BUNND oan 0 53 in deen 5.00 Thirty Prizes of Subscriptions to “‘ Harper’s Magazine.” Ten Prizes of Books. Seventy-five Prizes of Subscriptions to “ Harper’s Bazar.” In this class the designs will be: A Square Table-center; A Round Table-center; An Oval Table-center; A Square Pillow-cover; An Oblong Pillow-cover.

The correspondence with those who are working for these embroidery prizes is most interesting. New questions are con- stantly coming to us and the same old questions appear over and over again. All of these are answered by letter, but in order to help some contestants by sav- ing them the trouble of writing for in- formation a few questions are answered here each month. In working the pretty flower or leaf design on waist design 3 in Class A, illus- trated below, the background may be treated in any way you prefer. It is shown in the illustration worked in the new open-work stitch called “ punch- work.” Instead of this it may be left plain or the space between filled in with any pretty background stitch like darn- ing, seed-stitch, or basket-stitch. One of the very useful dress accessories for the spring and summer will be the lit- tle hand-bags of linen or silk to match the gown. Design 3 in Class C is one of these. The design for the kimono, No. 2 in Class C, is one that may also be used on a summer muslin dress. It is shown on a kimono, as it is especially suitable for that use, but it may be used in any preferred way. The collar and cuffs of embroidery, design 5, Class C, are to be much used this season, both in white and colors, on serge and linen coats.

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1st Then The result will be announced in the July number All packages will be returned to their owners as promptly as possible. In these pages each month all news about the con- test will appear, so it is wise for all who are inter- ested to read what is here announced. If you have not yet entered the contest send to-day for a circular showing all of the designs room here to show only a part of them) and giving the conditions of the contest. (we have CLASS C Dress Accessories EMBROIDERED IN FANCY FLOSSES Detcececkaapesbuilese 40.00 dos ical le Whale vl 25.00 Stas Svccba wwe ie eeews 10.00 LT. sods bends stn coeke 10.00 eS a anos ines c edb b we 10.00 I ok 6 gn 660 6408 omar 5.00 i Mn écéethsteb eeede wnae 5.00 RS RE re Rees 5.00 sd Se brane opm ale 5.00 SR, Rsiwais acinss opdceawh 5.00 and Thirty Prizes of Subscriptions to “‘ Harper’s Magazine.” Ten Prizes of Books. Seventy-five Prizes of Subscriptions to “ Harper’s Bazar.” In this class the designs will be: A Woman’s Blouse; An Embroidered Ki- mono; A Hand-bag; A Collar; A Child’s Frock with yoke and panel.

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If I keep the books 1 will remit to; you-$1 a month until the full price,$12, has beenspaid or send you within 30 days the cash price, $11.40. I. My Literary Passions. II. A Hazard of New Fortunes III. London Films Certain Delightful English Towns _IV. Landlord at Lion’s Head V. Literary Friends and Ac- © 0. SO OOep 0-6. 01.05 D. 0 0 O12) due quaintance The VI. Literature and Life The COMPLETE WORKS of WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS JY) bepurssosae HARPER & BROTHERS take pleasure in announcing that the com- plete works of Wittiam Dean Howetts are now in course of publication. group of six volumes is ready to be, delivered at once. Perhaps no literary announcement ever made quite takes rank with this one. first The plan adopted is to divide the work into groups of six volumes each, issuing each group separately. Under this plan of publication Group I. is now ready. Criticism and Fiction EPEAT until I cleaning fluid, guaranteed not to spot. This I have made in quantities and use freely. | knotted I rip open, cut out the worn place, join again where it will be hidden under collar, and remake, when they are as fresh as new and only a trifle shorter at ends. of cooking fats. I carefully remove most of the fat before cooking, and try out separately. ‘lo three parts poultry fat 1 add one of fresh beef suet, and blend. sired. [Readers are invited to contribute to this Department personal stateme, their pet economies (in one hundred and fifty words), and to give brief tal jr. household expenditures in which special economy is practised. 's of + . of No receipts ore de. The limit paid for these contributions is two dollars each. Unavwilqh, material will be returned if a stamped and self-addressed envelope is in ised, Address, Harprer’s Bazar Economy Cius, Franklin Square, New York.] A Laundry Hint i TRAVEL with my husband “I a great deal, and in most Hi places we stop | find that #\, \aundry is an expensive item. a Sat This year I have several light and dark nunsveiling dresses—suit- able for occasions when waist and suit may not answer—and two such waists to wear with my suit when traveling. When either waists or dresses are soiled I can easily wash them in the privacy of my own bathroom and iron them with my electric iron, which I always carry with me. ‘This saves me many a penny. ROLLA, Missouri. H. A. R. The Hot-Water Bag Don’r throw away an old hot-water bag just because it leaks. Patch up the holes with adhesive plaster, fill with coarse salt or sand, screw in the top, and slip into a flannel bag. When wanted for use, heat on the radiator or in a moderately hot oven and apply to cold feet or to the seat of a pain. It will stay hot much longer than water. 8. G. ToPEKA, KANSAS. '- As to Slippers Wuen I need new dancing slippers, I do not buy the more attractive sort. with rhinestone buckles, but select a plain black satin pair of good quality. I hie me to a five-and-ten-cent shop and there purchase two rhine-stone brooches. These cost me but twenty cents, and when they are pinned upon my plain slippers, I am as handsomely shod as if I had bought slippers with buckles, paying at least seventy-five cents more. Then The saving might seem a trifle to some girls, but to one in my circumstances, if reckoned as eleven car-fares, it becomes an item worth noting. M. D. New Haven, CONNECTICUT. Her Pet Economy My husband’s ties were a large item learned of a safe and sure Ties which show wear where The same cleaner is used for hat-bands; the felt itself brightened by judicious ap- plication of fine sandpaper, followed by sponging with the cleaner. renew their youth after a bath in much diluted sulphuric acid. Straw hats For gloves I keep a variety of colored threads, also a good cleaning paste which I make myself, and which may be applied “while you wait.” M. E. S. H. PontTIaAc, MICHIGAN. Cutting the Butter Bill OnE of my pet economies is in the use When dressing a fowl The combination is of the consistency of butter, and really better than butter for cake and cookies. Pork fat is better kept by itself, clari- fied, and used for pastry. Bacon fat, beef fat, and that from seasoned meat, as sau- sage, is set aside until there is a quantity, then melted; and sliced, raw potatoes fried in it until brown. particle of odor, making it suitable for frying doughnuts, ete. This removes every Mutton fat is tried out and saved for hard-soap making, which provides the home with a white, hard, and perfectly clean soap at no expense. H. 8. MANISTEE, MICHIGAN. Skirte From Coats I wave learned to make use of my hus- band’s half-worn garments for myself, since there are no children. Well-fitting skirts for house or petticoat wear ay made from light-weight overcoats | yj. a three-piece pattern, cutting front breadth from coat back, the coa: fronts forming the back breadth of skir‘ whic is set on a fitted yoke. A summer coat with patch pock ts also reappeared as a short jacket for nyse; The cloth was gray wool with p stripe of green, which I matched in ve’ vet fo, collar, cuffs, and buttons; the raight lines of the present styles aided ine jy producing a stylish jacket. From shirts broken only at the nec and cuffs I make dressing-sacks, Cuicago, ILLINOIS. R. Saving in Candles Wax candles which have been frozey will last twice as long as those tliat have not. If a candle is too large tor the holder, hold the end in hot water a second. then press into the holder without a pit of waste, as there will be if the candle is cut down to fit. B.S. GOODLAND, KANSAS. Saving Gas I have found out from six years’ ex. perience in housekeeping that I can save about one-third on gas bills by 2 little forethought in preparing my meals. For instance I think it a waste of gas to light the oven for one dish. I plan to bake several things which require a long. slow fire at the same time, as baked beans, brown bread, and rice pudding. If | am going to have an escalloped dish, | bake a cottage pudding or something requir- ing about the same length of time to bake. Again, I will have a steamed meal, using a sectional steamer and getting the entire meal on one burner. It is really wonder- ful how much can be saved in this way. Sout BEnp, INDIANA. F. E. i. Good Food For Little Money WueEn I found my bills were running too high, several years ago, I made strict rules for the limit of each day’s expense, substituting thought and good cooking for expensive dishes, carelessly ordered. The cost of my main luncheon dish, for instance, I arbitrarily changed from an average of fifteen to ten cents, and the dinner meat and vegetable were corre- spondingly lowered in price to twenty and fifteen cents, from former careless!y high averages. Dessert was cut out altovether, but fruit we continued to have in abun- dance. I also decreased the quantity of butter consumed from seven to four pounds weekly. APPROXIMATE MONTHLY SAVIN Butter, $5.00. Luncheon, $1.50. Din- ner, $6.00. DAILY SAVING (AVERAGE) Butter, 16 cents. Luncheon, 5 ents. Dinner, meat and vegetables, 15 «nts; dessert, 10 cents. Saving easily effected, $12.50. CINCINNATI, OHIO. L. M. A Salad Among Weeds I WonDER how many people know, that there is a common weed growing »ut their places, and even in their gi 'ns, that makes a delicious dish. TT) ol- ored people call it poke-salad, but ¢ is merely the ordinary poke-weed, tli ber- ries of which appear in early av. im. Cook it as you would spinach, fir-' al- lowing it to soak in cold water {.' an hour or more. The tough part,:' the stem should be removed, so that tlre !s little left but the leaves, and it ~!ould be picked in the early morning, | fore the sun is well up and strong an! has had a chence to toughen it. For tl. best results, poke should be gathered '«fore it grows to be much more than « foot high. If cut down it will grow ag In taste, it is midway between “spin ach and kale; an eminent physician Tf cently recommended it as a most -_ ficial spring food. P. HYATTSVILLE, MARYLAND. ipstant! ir home come t rvants, He extel nt. Bu ad mor he neve tores. hat 1 I quest ot stin t in hi v Occasi foliar bi ast me \ tried ounts ‘ nd eacl er by | ou hav redit.” ] was ir go ! for cas! for seve moved t o make At la reached my for position out anc xo bac separat than t as I w toward erable. I re the pli vacant band ¢ what | ceipt ‘ depenc lessnes and I given regarc was a a wea I shot our he in ow solute he too me h talked better we he me t mone} thing, accou realiz he. thoug and ; part in th happ Ro Wi husbs salar One « low ] first me , pay inves If y

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he ’ | THE WIFE’S SHARE ‘ What Proportion of Her Husband’s Income Should She Receive? \ J "3, | Bs j —— | oo Pn1g of @ The manner in which any married pair have shared the household income is worth readifg about. The “‘ Basar ’’ will give three Lies of money prizes ($25, $20, and $10) for the best contributions on this subject. _ It will also pay space rates for all other con- ae ‘butions accepted. In such a discussion figures are more interesting than w Send us brief tables giving the income, its division, and de. tri i: és - ° . 3 2 wilabl what each partner does with it. No contribution must exceed 300 words. The limit paid for these contributions is $3.00 each. Unavailable eee: material will d if a stamped and self-addressed envelope is inclosed. Address, Editor + wey Bazar, Franklin Square, New York. oeed, No contributions received after April first will be considered. The papers accepted will be published as quickly as possible and the names of the prizewinners will be announced as soon as a decision can be made. A Typical Experience Jlanned a schedule of probable expenses. make my own house dresses, blouses, un- sie } I pe ) T are sey , : . It proved reasonably accurate. At the derwear, etc., clean and press my clothes ! =—1Y problem was, except in de ] ) I \ = ; * : : end of the year I had saved a little more and those of my husband. It may inter- fr tail, much the same as most y . : , _ M others. I married a man _ than the amount, for I began at the start est you to know how I manage to dress “ua é / much older than myself and to put aside fifteen dollars each month, on $225 a year. I give an approximate Naw” the owner of one of the most ever hypothecating another month’s in- table: : bin antix' and profitable businesses in come, and 1 had put my savings in the Tailor suit (dress suit one year at pes eee ain I do not know what his ank, which paid me a small interest. Our $70, runabout suit the next at $30, pe “ og was but we lived well, had Schedule was approximately as follows: total, $100) average for year..... $50 Stripe come ? ? . P ‘ : wening gow > et = ‘wants, «arTiages, good clothes, and all General expenses (including taxes, ere eee ange ge traight [ie externals that go to make life pleas- telephone, insurance, ete.)........ $500 Fane, QERERSER Gow Che HENS).... | me ia it “But alas! the cook in my kitchen Fuel and gas...............--+.+5 100 — ee shirtwaists, etc., made - aj more spending-money than I. I had Maid ..........-.....002eeseeeeee 100 - Z a ans ih i ghana a = © neck ve never-/ailing accounts at our leading oe Fa ee ee 100 - ats | ta ® — )oesees eee wate _ ~~ hatever could be “charged” Doctor and drugs.................. 290 «©: Shoes, gloves, veils, handkerchiefs, ete. 15 OR hat I bowwht; the bills were paid and Clothing and incidental expenses for Underwear, made by myoelt. . agus 15 . 4 questivns asked, for my husband was WE Sas ance Sagem e ee ew es on 100 Wraps antago cloak — a _ f ot stingy. only thoughtless and a little Clothing and incidental expenses for afternoon wrap the next year $30, Trozen 1 his WAY. on OEE EE ER REL er et eee 100 rain-coat the third year $20, total, it hay Jocepeie se . $f re A. | PePrrrr err ¢ wp: Occasionally he would give me a five- Saved .........-..-seseeeeeeeeeees 180 o a yearly average. . = * the B® jiar bill and seemed to think it should We ee) | Sr Se 9 Se eee ES contend S second, finitely. A few times I timid- EEN “phat cance <kexancns 5 a bit me Indeles : a that the “ When on this basis I had accumulated EP Te ee ee $225 candle apy tied to — cost a aie eon, two hundred dollars, I used it to make a i aie, aeecatiiee terial 1 ‘ 3. S. ounts” did no — <a y &: first payment on a small, new house and aiwaye Say ChONSS Mater, OU nd each time I tried it he closed the mat- a town lot which I rented for ten dollars UY Suits, wraps, shoes, gloves, etc., after er by saying, “I do not see what need a uel F.C Christmas, when reduced. House linen ou have of money; you have unlimited Dusvgue Iowa —: and material for house dresses I buy at the rs” ex. edit.” = ; end of the summer season at sales. I trim n Save | was too proud to press the question M eae Samagonenmt, ft my underwear only with hand embroidery little wr go into detail as to all my petty calls Pee ren nd is Por reaped a a. and make most of my Christmas presents. For for cash, so I got along as best I could — a have always had to face the pro My economies are the result not of pinch- » light or several years on what money he felt ““™ © making a = Pe pao on & ing, but of careful buying, careful plan- bake oved to give me, contriving in every wa ammnl enlngy. We dsslded of = ginning ning, and personal skill and efficiency. 4 . ial that tl ‘ood arance paid, as some P : slow [ito make it go as far as possible. ee ee ee eee BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA. s. & beans, At last, feeling that the limit had been members of oe faculty who lived in a ELE ! am freached in my money trouble, I wrote to ae “elite td did not a a One thing stands out from almost every bake [iimy former employer asking for my old aa pe * e * ‘ ws ese a aoe neon letter that comes in on this subject. That quir- PMposition, for 1 had thought the matter all ro eh one prac “ pn ” a — is that the personal equation is more im- hake. out and had decided that I would rather ia ‘a qm a cam 2 6 meee . portant than the amount of the household using [vo back to work even if it meant the W!S"ed to ~y" Cet Bree: 8 we Wee a ons income. If our readers are following these tire separation of my husband and myself mag - ig _ og 83 ee te nw . . letters, they are learning the miracles that —_ than to be longer worried and harassed — a al _— oye — a ‘ho some women can compass with a dollar. way. [jas I was. The thing was embittering me We have made o- wae invome W, The thrifty wife is proved by these let- H. toward my husband and becoming intol- — antreg 2 ry waar _ ye pe ters to be a real partner in the enterprise. “ y y erable. : eee ae -) ‘o trong: Dagetioncg She more than earns her half share, which ining I received a reply that I might have iple of “ ssloutiiae areas seen » I is one thing we hoped would be made plain. trict the place in a short time, as it would be ” in tak tee 2 sa) “oe \ Another thing is the exceeding value of ense, vacant. [ showed the letter to my hus- me ge ~e ee age ae? ery bre the cash basis. Read these first-hand king band and told him just how I felt and 7 os B ge ep “ee wd tl ver ae transcripts from life, you women who run id. what I was going to do, for with the re- me: A ius ss eign me pay the aw accounts and order by telephone, and see , for ceipt ot that letter came a feeling of in- cv red ete pears hy. sggotone tet how the woman of skill and sense makes an dependence that amounted almost to reck- ties, : a ot asa t own Se Y hari Gollar cover even the high cost of the lessness. It was a great shock to him, pe Sayer: ood Satie bitin rent living. Also notice the careful division Nothing keeps bath-tubs so yrre- and I believe now that he had never before : for the fi f sits a of income even when it requires “ con- fresh and bright as Old Dutch and given the matter a serious thought, rather pa won, scone or i rst few sae He siderable backbone” to keep within the g ; high regarding it a8 @ whim on my part; it aecherd gery dal pd <4 m limits decided on. The woman who is a Cleanser. Simply sprinkle a her. was a vreat humiliation also, for he was por age 4 ane ses a a owe we good partner plays fair—she does not ex- | little of it on a brush or cloth yun- a wealt!'vy man and it shamed him that CaUrch subecription, taxes, Insurance, an pect her husband to intrust things to her | __ b briskl d th h ) eam . : his club and society dues. He pays for ru riskly, and then was y of I shoul: have sought employ ment outside h ietiet wet amu Gor Ge aenlen umless she on her part takes up the ° four our home. It proved to be a turning-point pen aor nie ish t . a d household problems of finance systemati- with clean, warm water. in our aifairs. Before, I had known ab- pay tor rep red ment of supplies an cally and ‘thoroughly. Dirt, scum and discolorations, wolutely nothing of his business, but now for small recreations. Rengy agent, A third noticeable point is how many i ill hie met ' he attends to all outside, I to all inside I 'Y | that nothing else will remove, Fine ik me into fullest confidence and told : ied 2 tl in the partnership . ; - : : iti affairs. My yearly income is expended *UCC®SS®S Shere are a E d l me his exact financial condition. We hoot on fol dates — line. Indeed, the editor wishes that a isappear instantly. talked matter over and came to a 00ut as Tollows: ; : few more failures would take heart and ) : better lerstanding of each other than Groceries (including fruit, vege- confess their mistakes and their discour- Many other uses and full directions ra ve hai ver had before. He introduced Fag e we cg eg a agement. The Bazar wants the whole on large Sifter-Can 10c. me to is bankers and now I check out eat (including breakfast bacon truth—all sides. So far with a very few money os I please, pay cash for every- and ee eee eer ere 120.00 exceptions only those who have conquered thing, «1 spend less than under the old Milk and Seeeet yf ae Ae ssa ooo pgp their economic problem come forward to account system. As I look back now I Fuel and light Pes oe eee pre + “CORP: gates Eat ws hewe @ tow shadows realize ‘hat I was as much to blame as Entertaining (extra food for din- among the high lights. Perhaps some hat he. I \as proud and reticent as he was ners, teas, card-parties, etc., and discouraged housewife, in her account of nut thought-ss, when a little more patience woman in to serve)........... 50.00 how che beenme so, way “chart the ns, and a little less misplaced pride on my nn RI 24.00 shoals,” as one writer has expressed it, - art would have adjusted all my trouble Small personal expenses, such as for the bride who reads her experience a . the ginning and saved me much un- car-fare, mashime% hire, postage, and is thereby saved from doing likewise. eT ppin » (5 M. H. F. note-paper, printing, ete........ 50.00 A question also suggests itself that may r oswiit, New Mexico. Replenishing dishes, house linen, inspire answers from new correspondents: - / $100 a Month T 08 peiricmerire st een Pee me When husband and wife are on a partner- " We live in a small Western town. My SS ee rns nee 8 <8 8 9S ae i ship basis, do they make wills on that : husband is employed in the bank at a roast +f ye ee oe aa hai Bate 72.00 basis also or is this left to chance and - salary of one hundred dollars a month. c arity (outside of church sub- State law? Is the woman who is able # One of our wedding presents was a bunga- scription paid by my husband ) -- 36.00 to help administer income usually left * low home. When the question .of expenses Club dues (ons social, one literary, full. power to do so? No woman so far r first caine up between my husband and one patriotic) see Nhs wae OSES deem 12.00 has spoken about this point. is me Jack said: “As we have no rent to Musical club eat sie et aes i: 7.50 Some letters are coming in—very ably it pay we ought to save that money and House-cleaning (woman twice « written, too—which are rendered impos- one ‘t. Dll make a bargain with you. month at $2.00 per day Devseees 48.00 ible for this page by the fact that they you can save that amount out of my Theater and concert tickets. ...... 30.00 contain only argument and opinion as to ay you may have it for your very eee ag ta alan Sl pag a ee tng 225.00 the wife’s share, but not one paragraph ‘ —_ provided you will invest it, say at SI isp c wos dase Vee aecag 3.50 of actual personal experience or any table Ay of a year, in some way that our MN CIS. <a oad V6.5 sp aod $1,080.00 of expenses, etc. The letters the Bazar et es Except for part of the washing and wants—the only letters it can uwse—are ‘ offer interested me greatly and we heavy cleaning, I do my own work, I personal, practical ones.

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210 ‘The Confessions of an Alien (Continued from page 171) progressive that it has accorded freedom in regard to religion and politics that matter must inevitably adjust itself. Of course, too, I soon waxed rebellious over the double standard of political right. This is yo brief for equal suffrage. But in passing I cannot forbear saying that, though you may question whether it is desirable for woman to enter the economic struggle, you cannot deny that she is in it to stay. Any human being engaging without the ballot in that struggle is like a soldier entering -battle without a gun. I have said that I believe all these con- ditions are passing away. That is almost self-evident. Political equality for women, as everybody recognizes whose eyes are not wilfully shut, is only a question of time. On every side women are beginning to demand in addition their share of the world’s work and hence of life’s experi- ences and life’s adventures. I remember what a thrill ran through our small, self- centered college world when the news got out that three of our number had ac- cepted the offer from Washington to teach in the Philippines. Not long ago I read a news story which from one point of view was more suggestive of woman’s emancipation than the announcement of a world enfranchisement. The _ story stated that two women had manned an expedition to the Cocos Islands in search Seekers of buried treasure! For the first time in the his- tory of the world woman had entered of buried treasure. the domain of romance the equal of man. What the double standard has done fer woman in the past is patent. It has kept her standing on the threshold of the great room of life. It has, in these modern times, handicapped me less than many women, of it. 1 made up my mind that I wanted to do the man’s work, play the man’s game, talk the man’s talk. I consider that life has favored me above most women. It has permitted me to do the man’s work and it has paid me the man’s pay. But at that point the double stand- ard clutches me in an iron grip; it has never allowed me to play the man’s game. And perhaps I have paid high for my in- dependence—in that feeling of alienage to which I have confessed. Not that I would not pay twice as much for my sense of triumph. I feel that I have taken the world by the throat, that, in Thoreau’s expressive phrase, I have “ driven it into a corner.” But there are many ways in which the double standard has hampered me. I have always had to play in the social drama the inane, apathetic, wait- ing game that women have played im- memorially. I like, for instance, the so- ciety of intelligent men. But with woman all masculine society, except when love enters into it, is the result of a gamble. She must await passively the turn of the social wheel. She must lose gracefully and win gratefully. I would not do this. If I could not command the kind of man society that I wanted, I would not put up with the kind I could get. I like the society of able women. But most able women work as hard as men nowadays. Men meet their able contemporaries with- out loss of time, money, energy by means of clubs. But club life for women is in its infancy in this country. Busy women can meet only by an expenditure of social vitality entirely disproportionate to the value of the purchase. As I look back upon the first thirty-five years of my life ] seem to have associated only with those who did not speak my language or share my many interests. And the fact that I’ve never seen life in the raw gives me | an odd sense of bafflement. I am certain that if I live through the thirty-odd years that are my due, I shall at the end feel as much an amateur at life as I feel now. I shall feel that I have never had the chance to learn more than the minor premise in the Great Conclusion. In the Fune Bazar Mrs. Gillmore will discuss “Women as Women see Them”

At the very beginning of my maturity I decided that men had the best HARPER'S BAZAR

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The Bazar’s Fashion Editor will write you a familiar, chatty letter about your Spring and Summer outfit. She will tell you what materials to choose, what colors will be most becoming, and which of the Bazar’s patterns will be Imagine such a letter coming to you twice a year She goes often into the shops and is ready to give you the benefit of her good taste. All we ask of you is that you send us We will then send you a blank which Our Fashion Editor will write you i} We will send you free the four patterns illustrated above (value 60 cents) or any others of the same value. If you will send us two new subscriptions and $2.00 we will add the pattern of the blouse illustrated below, or one of a Lingerie Blouse No. 351 is the plain model for all plain or fancy thin blouses, and No. 339 is the correct tailored shirt- waist model.

Easter light. is there left? perfect me. the laborer. morning? It cipline. the. whiteness they look— How then? hope.

light of home. Dr. Joweétt’s East Sermon (Continued from page 11:5) is full of work. take that busy life and put the labor the morning after deat that is left of the labor is fo. laborer. And, therefore, the FE reveals this to me: purpose of work is to fashion t to unfold me, to mature me, to Our labor has | rich and effective when it ha We are doing fi: when we are growing a soul. futile if while we are working : is marred. And so this is a to make in the Easter light. have examined our business a: must examine the man who di ness. Nay, the examination of ness man must precede the « of the business. of labor we must not ignore t) the laborer himself. Easter light, therefore, rev: that that work is holy which | worker. In the light of the mo death it is only the laborer th: The fashioning of the laborer i+ the supreme work. bit of work, “ You have got t bread, but pre-eminently you have make me,” and I will so wor} work shall work upon me in purifying, enriching ministry, t own resurrection I may not I of the unveiling. And there are other things must set in the light of Easte: must set our sorrows there, t! troubles of ours; these tears, t! aches, these woundings; how do in the fair, calm, sweet light ster lig en real that the light of Eastertide so much of our grief. changes what appears to be chance into long-distance changes brutal force into a ¢ When I look light a great deal of “sorrow ing” flee away. And I will set my sin in thi Eastertide. When I hold up m) the resurrection morn as a backyround | see my sin as it is. false, perverting lights about 1 do not see things as they are. worldly limelights things an attractive hue. For instance, I sometimes lx “a white lie.” falsehood with playing upon it. lie and set it in the glory o the sin appears exceedingly s ness as of night. only way in which to interpret deeds. We must look at then X-rays of resurrection morning. set our envies there, and our j: and our petty spites, and the sha) things we do in business, and t that pass our lips, and the word: spoken in silence and gestures. Set them all there. “When I soar through worlds | See Thee on Thy judgment tli In the light be) do things appear? - And lastly I will set death in of the Eastertide. with that background of morning tender beauty is thrown upon it see the risen Lord! to me from that wonderful When I have lost “the touch o! ished hand” what tender comfor' to me from that wonderful morn around our cemeteries and you what comfort our broken found in the Easter dawn. the grave-stones and I find wo these: “Only a little while,” * day break,” “Good night,” ‘ the morn those angel faces smi! these are rays from Easter mor! they cheer our night-time with |: And as for my own death! light of Easter, the shining light 0! the risen Lord, falls upon me I wil! iear va ill. The valley of the shadow loses 't terrors, for beyond the valley I sce th

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“ASte 155) Let hi t in loft of th? y ' left. und in ster jj Supr Worked fine CN regi enrie 4 busin Le Works reat teal \fter wy UNtS wy the busi the bug: Minatj he effort effect ls to me llows the ING after remaing therefore to every make my ve got ta that my refining it in my ashamed which | ide, We s@ many heart: ey look ~ Easter perience nsforms thing it cidental se. It led dis Easter d sigh- ight of in with ound | » many and | pre are shady about is a relight white Jaster. 1 and dark- s the r mis n the must sies, clever words it are and w do 1oWN, how light look Vhat en I ymes ing! van- mes Go see rave at like the vith All and rtal the the no its the (Continued from page 189) : ked this ket and dappled stream, and his te, vun-metal body amid the gray night be the fairy of the swamp. pass toward the deep woods go through a regular succession of 4 life, and it is curious how often the from the humbler songs of the quisi igs 0 As we ansition ‘a oe hirds and the tweetings of the habitants of upland fields and berry ures to the final glories of the rushes’ musie is made by the white- roated sparrow at the edge of the for- t. that sweet little songster who flutes 4 perfectly enunciated triplets with the chnical perfection of the thrush but ithout t! thrush’s woodland quality. In our mountain country bobolinks and rks and song-Sparrows are melodious in he meadows, 80 constantly melodious at mes that we scarce hear their song, any the ericket’s chime or the tick- « of a familiar clock. As we climb igher into the pastures and berry patch- - the world grows more quiet, and we use to vatch a cheewink perched on a vig against the background of field and ountain, his throat atremble with his mg. Here the sparrows of all sorts are hore readily heard, also, and here, most t» be seen the brilliant plumage ore that ften, is f the indigo-bird. And on the edge of he timber the white-throated sparrow, r peabo most freely and frequently lavs his reedy pipe. The sun is warm in he uplai| pastures, and bird notes are arm, too. intimate, close to the ground. Then we enter the cathedral dimness of he woods. How still it suddenly be- omes! ilow mysterious! How ailuring! Ve are in a different world, and as our silent footsteps carry us deeper the hush our very spirits. Then on the uddenly rings out the inde- ‘airy clarion of the hermit- most beautiful sound in na- soul of the woods made audible. seldom cnuough will you see a thrush against the solemn tree trunks with stabs f sky between. He seems rather a dis- teals ove tillness ribable hrush, t ure, the embodied voice than a bird. But espe- ially at twilight, at the still-time of the world, when the solemn glow of sunset illumines the west, his song is the dis- tilled essence of loveliness and the great peace and mystery of nature. “Cool bars of melody from the atmosphere of ever- lasting morning or evening,” said Tho- reau of lis song, and though Thoreau was never able to distinguish between the wood thrush and the hermit, it is true of either that in its notes “there is the liquid coolness of things that are just drawn from the bottom of springs.” How much of this quality in the thrush’s song is due to the actual physi- BIRD ENVIRONMENTS cal effect of his environment, or how much is due to our human association of ideas, we do not propose to hazard a guess. Mr. Stone, the artist for this paper, would have it that all birds have drawn a qual- ity in their songs from their physical needs and adaptabilities. Certainly the thrushes, vireos, and warblers of the woods have a woodland quality, apart from human association of ideas; but can as much be said for that other forest dweller, the oven-bird, with its teach-ér, teach-ér, teach-ér? And why should the poor grackle emit his abortive squeak, as if he needed oiling, above green mead- ows where the lark pours out his rapture? The question—if there be a question— is one for the more scientific to settle. We aré content, for ourselves, to let the mere association of ideas give to each bird song its peculiar charm and fitness. The power to associate ideas is what makes man a reasoning animal, then an imaginative and creative one. The asso- ciation of ideas makes poetry, and with- out its power to evoke such associations in us, even Keats’s “Ode to the Night- ingale ” would be but prosy stuff. How much, then, of the charm of a chickadee’s song or a thrush’s, of the sight of a nut hatch upside down on a gray apple-tree trunk, or a blue heron wading in rippled water, resides in the memories it challenges, the associations it arouses!) The chickadee in winter, cheerful little voice, sings of sleigh-bells and a white world, of red window squares seen through the cedars, of wood smoke and pink cheeks. The thrush stirs us by his vocal perfection, but stirs us, too, be- cause his voice is associated with forest mystery and twilight peace, and though heard occasionally at noonday on a vil- lage street (we had a wood-thrush in our yard last summer) invariably brings the listener up sharp and sets his thoughts adream. Always there is something pic- torial, Japanese, about the heron. He was born a wader, and to see him is to think water at the base of a decorative design. To watch the birds in relation to their environment, then, to listen for their pe- culiar songs in place and season, is to add new charm to each feathered warbler, be- cause it is to add new associations in your mind; and it is to add, as well, new charm to each peculiar phase of the land- scape—marsh or swamp or berry patch or wood—because to each belongs its spe- cial bird life, and the white kingfisher on the tawny willow spray above the river is as much the crowning touch to the intimate river view as is the song of the rebin the crowning touch to the peace of your old garden .under its apple blossoms in the warm spring rain. HOME DECORATION CONDUCTED BY MARTHA CUTLER There are several inexpensive curtain materials on the bargain counters this season appropriate for summer use; both a cream and an ecru figured net atten cents a yard, plain scrim in both tones at the same price, and a fancy scrim at twenty cents. There are very effective muslins with dots and crossbar designs from ten cents up and a few with large colored dots equally inexpensive. Landsc:ipe Gardening Mrs. ‘:. McM.—I will be very glad to help you plan your garden so that your flower-beis will be effective. I do not blame you for dreading to cut up your lawn without knowing just what is best. landscape gardening is an art in itself and revuires very eareful planning. It is as necessary to consider the arrange- ment o! a small lawn space as of a large. Arrangement of color is as important out- of-doors as indoors. Send me a plan of your grounds showing the approximate distan s, and I will roughly indicate the kinds flowers and shrubs desirable. Don't lorget to tell me the color of your a. lo any oné else interested I will “also sey \l this information by mail. Portieres U. l—You neglected to send me your address so that I cannot send you the name of the firm from whom the mer- “rize| rep may be obtained. Won’t you Write avain and send it? Colored Prints H. FE. G.—You can get charming col- ored prints now. They are not expensive, ab ‘he Guérin prints are lovely. ne of them will add some beautiful color 2 Your walls. I do not blame you for ii of so many brown photographs, lovely as they are. If you cannot find the prints, I may be able to help you with some addresses. I am sending these to a great many women interested in the new prints. Washing Windows Mrs. D. E.—Try a chamois wet with alcohol for polishing your windows. Fre- quently you can dispense with water en- tirely, when it is so cold that it is danger- ous, by using newspaper first and after- ward the chamois and alcohol. Peeling Paper INQuIRER.—One never knows quite what causes the peeling of wall-paper. Perhaps the old paper was not scraped off before the new paper was put on. If there are several layers of paper under the new that is very probably the cause of the catas- trophe. Possibly the paper-hanger did not use a good quality of paste. I advise you to begin at the beginning again; have all the old paper scraped off, the walls sized, a lining paper, and then the paper itself. Lining paper is inexpensive—ten cents a roll. If it were a new house the trouble might be due to the plaster, but, under the circumstances, it is probably due to the old paper. For sanitary rea- sons alone it should be removed. We are glad to answer to the best of our ability in thi department any questions that are sent us. It phonds be that answers i actory withou conditions. The plans need not be well drawn. plan is worth far more than many pages of HARPER’S BAZAR ——————————— It’s Time You Bought a Vacuum Cleaner. Make Sure It Is Driven by a Westinghouse Motor! full day saved out of every week in the year by the vacuum cleaner! Nearly two months out of twelve gained for the housewife whether she hires her help or is independent. 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Cutting @ Any reader of the Bazar who is planning a trip p Hee | this summer and would like a list of books of travel relating to the countries she is to visit is asked to communicate with the Editor of our Home Study Club. Cost of Food Our subject for this year in our club is domestic science. My paper will be on the cost of food. Will you give me a list of magazine articles that will help me? E. F. This list is a meager one, and if you care to read books on the subject, as well as magazine articles, I shall be glad to send you a list by mail. Magazine arti- cles are: Independent, May 25, 1911; HaAkpPER’s WEEKLY, September 16, 1911; Westminster, May, 1911; Good House- keeping, February, 1911; Chautauqua, November, 1911. Dreams My club paper is to be on dreams, and I mean to treat the subject from the standpoint of interpretation. Will you tell me where I will find magazine articles on the subject?—E. L. W. I am sending you a very short list of articles on your subject, but should you care for a more extended one I will send it by mail. Westminster Review, May, 1911; Scientific American, July 15, 1911; HarPer’s WEEKLY, May 13, 1911; Out- look, August 19, 1911; Forum, May, 1911; Scribner’s Monthly, January, 1911. Children and the Stage Our club is studying the question of child labor in all its aspects and my sub- ject is children and the stage. Will you tell me of books or nagazine articles that will help me?—M. L. H. The first-hand authority for your sub- ject is a book by Alice M. Herts, entitled The Children’s Educational Theater. She is a distinct believer in the educational and moral help of such an organization. Magazine articles that will aid you are: The Outlook, April 1, 1911; Annals American Academy, July, 1911; Atlantic Monthly, March, 1911. Women at German Universities Can you tell me where I will find some popular account of student life for women in the German universities? Also is there any magazine article on higher education for women in Russia?—E.. F. T. You will find excellent articles on stu- dent life for women in Germany in The Outlook, April 8, 1911; Educational Re- view, March, 1911; and in the Review of Reviews, October, 1911, some information about higher education in Russia. Antonio Fogazzaro Our club is studying modern Italy, ana the subject assigned me.is Antonio Fogaz- zaro and his novels. Will you tell me where I can get information on the sub- ject?—KE. C. J. ‘ When you have read his famous trilogy, I should advise you to look in the Readers’ Guide to Periodical Literature for the years 1906, 1907, 1908 for literary criticism of Fogazzaro’s writing. There is a great quantity of it. More recent magazine articles which have appeared since his death are: Dial, March 16, 1911; Edinburgh Review, October, 1911; Nation, March 16, 1911; North American Reviei, April, 1911; Contemporary Review, May, 1911; Outlook, March 18, 1911; Catholic World, July, 1911. If I might suggest a line of argument to follow, I would advise your testing Fogazzaro’s writings from the modernist’s point of view. Farm Dairying Can you give the title of some practical book on farm dairying? We have the agricultural reporis, but I would like some handy volume.—A. M. There is a small volume, written by the demonstrator and lecturer in a Canadian agricultural college, entitled Farm Dairying, which will give you just the information you are seeking. The author’s name is Laura Rose. ‘Transplanted English Flowers It has been suggested to me that I ought to have English flowers in my New England garden. 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Bu basement he back “We h he man er, down or the « “Don’t icily, as fresh hol. “we have But he ¢ to expose the reces: “ How here?” T me what to hear } toward t to the sj x Prob: trances,”’ the door. “How in my de: “Three kicked a1 Ne appea Then, Eliza, ] They we Minutes Side pock fame to fifth floo to whom

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ind ide hor joy nel (Continued from page 173) tall and glassy-eyed, the most He was ; yeless-looking man that I had tterly ho} ey seen. ¥ What do you want?’ he asked, ad- usting his black satin necktie and pulling town his cuffs. He tried to smile. “ You sked—” . «Poor fellow,” I reflected. “I wish he couldn't grin that way, for it makes him ntoleral!y worse!” Then aloud, “ Heaven elp me, | want a girl’s waist to fit these jeroglyphics,” I said. His gloom deepened. “Then next floor and ask for Miss Aborn,” he replied, F asaly. then turned away. J took the elevator; this was run by a more mature attendant whose condition, however, truck me as being even worse han that of the first. But Miss Aborn vas not on the floor above. “Home. Sick. Cash!” replied the girl cho had taken her place temporarily. ‘And we're all out of those patterns. rash!” tie girl went on. I leane:| upon the counter. “TI am not rejudice:! against other patterns,” I said, aguely. ° Bring ”—I looked at my watch ; t was «even fifteen—“ bring me any- hing the! will fit these specifications!” F shouted. “I don’t care how it looks!” She brought me a pattern of some kind and I stu‘fed it without folding into my oecket and paid for it. Then, since it urred to me that I amused her, I poked sexthingly at her for a brief in- tant as | turned away. Then J went back to her, and, pocket- ing my pride as I had the pattern: “Where on earth can I get a bonnet?” I begged. “Over there,” she said, pointing at mothing in particular. “Tell ’em what ou think you want!” I finally found the place on which were ~ banked ucres and acres of bonnets. “For an old woman,” I explained. ‘One of these,” I went on, picking up ne that seemed to me suitable. “This is the children’s counter,” she orrected, imperturbably, and I hur- ied on. “How old?” the next saleswoman asked pe. “Qne of her grandchildren has been married twice without being divorced. fou can judge from that. Something mall and easily carried. Hurry up!” “Any particular color?” the woman de- manded. “ People generally—” “She doesn’t,” I eried. “ And I haven’t he time even if she did. Pick out one, any old kind of a bonnet. Suit yourself,” T concluded. She did so. It occurred to me as I paid for it that the young woman had xpensive tastes. “Do you keep bellows?” I asked as I put the bonnet deftly beneath my arm. Ihad to keep the right hand free for my ag, Which [ had meant to give to Mar- garet to take with her to the wharf; and it was awkward carrying it. “Bellows?” she asked, and it seemed to me that she lost color a trifle. And no wonder, for I was conscious of looking wild. But she was a brave girl. “In the asement,” she said, deliberately, and put he back of her hand to her mouth. “We have so little call for them,” said he man i the checked suit. “ But Por- er, down on Bromfield Street, keeps them or the country trade.” “Don’t feel hurt about it,” I replied, ily, as | picked up my bag and got a fresh hold with my elbow on the bonnet; “we have one at home for the open fire.” But he dil not hear me; he had turned % expose to a frightened young husband the recesses of a stove. % How ar is Bromfield Street from here?” T asked the elevator-boy. He asked me what part of it and I pretended not ‘0 hear him as I began to work my way loward th» street door. But when I got fo the sidewalk I eould not find my cab. ‘Probaily it is at one of the other en- trances,” suggested the boy who swung the door. i _ “How inany others age there?” I asked, my despair, Seca beside this one,” he said as he ape an outgoing messenger, with whom — d to be upon terms of intimacy. Piz en, remembering the blue cups for way I vent. back into the maelstrom. wl ‘eh in the basement, and twelve sae later I had three in each of the ee of my coat. The comb then ftth 4 niy mind and I went back to the * oor to the assistant of Miss Aborn whom I had appealed at first. “We have these,” she began, “ but your wife might like some other—” “Great heavens!” I cried, “it is not for my wife. Here,” as I caught up the one nearest me, “this one will do all right.” And I paid her, and with the comb in the inside pocket of my coat I hurried on. “The jewelry department,” I demanded of the prisoner who ran the elevator. “ First floor,” he interjected. When at last I stood before the show- case on the first floor I cried, “I want a ring for Hepsie.” I don’t know why under Heaven I said “for Hepsie,” for I had never seen Lysander’s child. But the saleswoman appeared to relish my con- fidence. “ Ah, yes,” she beamed. third finger; one of these.” half a dozen solitaires at me. would like one of these!” “Not that,” I said, savagely; “ some- thing for a child! Something in the way of ‘ imitation real,’ if that’s what you call it! To fit this,” and I showed her the circle Aunt Mary had mapped out. The saleswoman looked doubtfully at it. “ Rather large for a child. isn’t it? But,” with a return of her detestable arch- ness, “ of course you know best. Besides,” leaning toward me, “we'll never tell! Imitation real if you prefer it,” the woman went on while I gasped for a suitable retort. “This is considered quite correct! The right size, too!” “How much is it?” I cried, hoarsely. “Only $4.99.” “Here’s five!” I thrust the ring into my pocket and dashed to the glass coun- ter, ignoring her ery of “ Change!” “In the first basement,” replied a stout man; “last door to your left, one flight. Yes?” he demanded of another customer. “ Don’t stop to do it up,” I commanded when I had finally found the right size. “Tt’s twenty minutes of twelve!” The man looked at me _ narrowly. “Some people kick at everything,” he said. But, though I looked at him, I said nothing, for, wearing the percolator globe like a cuff on my right hand, I was racing off by some miracle to hit upon the exit at which stood my cab. “Fourteen Portland Street!” I ejacu- lated. “Make the horse run away!” Then I sank back in the stuffy seat and tried to breathe. It was eleven forty- five and the steamer sailed from Com- mercial Wharf at twelve! After some fine scouting and unlimited explanation to every one I met I got a bottle of gold-fish. One hand held my bag and the other the bellows, got en route on Bromfield Street for old “Uncle Dan.” And my pockets— “T want a large piece of wrapping- paper immediately!” I shouted; “the largest and strongest you can find.” And the proprietress brought it, with enthu- siastic interest, in response to the quar- ter I threw on the sawdust floor. And then I emptied ‘my pockets and upon the huge sheet of wrapping-paper I piled everything in a frank and fearless way. First I laid neatly in the middle of the paper the bonnet for “ Mother” Perkins, and upon it and over it I laid the bel- lows for old “Uncle Dan”; it appeared to be a collapsible bonnet which worked in very nicely with my time and scheme. Then I opened the pattern and, placing the ring “for Hepsie” in one of the cups for “ Aunt Eliza,” wrapped the pattern swiftly around them; I succeeded in get- ting a cup and saucer inside the per- colator globe and on the top of all I placed the comb. “ Now a string,” I said. And though old and knotted it held. “Your gold-fish,” the woman called after me and met me with them at the door. Then I entered the cab, the horse “ep,” as his driver swore he should, and —miracle of miracles—I was hauled gasp- ing up the plank the instant before it was taken in. “But you don’t mean to say that they are all in there,” Margaret cried when I had proudly finished my story. “Yes, indeed, every one of them!” “But the bonnet?” she cried, suddenly. “Don’t worry,” I soothed her; “but, if you must know, the bonnet you refer to is with the rest; more correctly speak- ing, it has become a part of them. I take it they have become one and _ in- separable by this time. Of course you can pat it and push it into shape when we get there; and a cup or two less will not mat- ter. But taken on the whole, from a good. broad view-point, I doubt if we ever have “Left hand, She flashed “ Hepsie \ to get anything else for the Perkinses.” HARPER’S BAZAR THOSE THINGS FOR PERKINSES Wistaria Toilet Water. Vantine products. duced. for ages. Wistaria Extract, . $1.00and! WistariajT oilet Water, $1.00 and 1.50 Wistaria S. . & woe Lotus Geisha Face Powder, : 75¢ 50c 50c . 25¢ India Pearl Tooth Powder, . 20 You Can aT the Girl when she breaks a dish, but who is to blame if your SIL- VERWARE is not properly cleaned —not the girl—she uses what you give her. The only proper material to clean 7 SS nn Silver Polish SILICON give her that and she will save your Silver and her time, and your Silverware will be an ornament rather than a detriment to your table setting. If she is using any other silver polish the sooner she “drops it’’ the better for your Silverware. Send address for FREE SAMPLE Or, 15c. in stamps for full sized box, post-paid. i ——- AINS miniature packages of five of the Vantine Toilet Luxuries—Sandalwood Extract, Kutch Sandalwood Talcum, Geisha Disappearing Cream, India Pearl Tooth Powder, Regularly sells for 25c. (and your dealer’s name) in order to get you to try the superior But one Tourist Case to an address. OFNDALWOOD One of the most fascinating, captivating odors ever pro- Its spicy, pungent perfume has been a favorite Extract, 50c and $1.00; Toilet Water, 75c and $1.00; Sachet, 25c and 50c; Soap, 10c; Kutch Talcum, 20c. [7 Gee Toilet Luxuries are for sale by best stores. Look for “Vantine’s” on box and label when buying. 75 If your dealer won't supply you, don't go without these real delights of the toilet. Send to us. 253 Thirty-sixth St., Brooklyn, New York (Exact Size) 77 Toilet Tourist Case Sent for 10 Cents Sent for roc VANTINE’S Established 1854 is heel-proof, mar-proof, water-proof, est it yourself with heel or hammer, won't crack. Send for FREE BOOK AND PANEL finished with *'61" and prove it doesn’t carry “61,” write us at 89 Tonawanda A 4 You may dent the wood but the varnish If your dealer Street, Buffalo, N. Y.; in Canada, 31 Cour. ba wright Street, Bridgeburg, Ont. The Electro Silicon Co., 30 Cliff Street, New York. Seld by Grocers and Everywhere. | PRATT & LAMBERT VARNISHES eee Estasusnen 63 Years “Toye. “eae FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE should you desire to secure additional information regarding any of the advertisements in this issue of Harper's Bazar, we are printing below A REPLY LETTER COUPON Please send me further particulars regarding your adver- tisement in the April Issue of Harper’s Bazar. (Fill in the name of the advertiser.)

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HARPER'S BAZAR PAULG HIS PROBLEM Frost: When _ the whisk-broom is miss- ing nowadays, I always wonder. Mrs. Frost: Wonder what? Frost: Whether we had it served as break- fast food or whether you’re wearing it on your latest hat. DEFINED Knicker: What is a hand-laundry? Bocker: One _ that cuffs the collars and collars the cuffs. EXERCISE Mrs. Knicker: Can you get your boots buttoned without bend- ing your knees? THE SLIM ONE: YEs, HER BUSY LIFE “ AunT MarTHaA spends all day long hiding her silver in fifty different places to defeat the burglars she is perfectly sure are coming here.” * Goodness!” “ And she spends all night hunting for it and gathering it into one pile in case of fire.” WOULD HE ADVERTISE? Mr. MEEKINS was habitually all that the first syllable of his name might imply, but a day came when the worm turned at last and spoke his mind freely to that other member of the domestic firm who had assumed leader- ship. Mrs. M stood aghast and then remarked, ominously: “Timothy, you’d regret those words if you should suddenly lose your wife.” “Oh, I don’t want to lose her,” came the cheerful retort, “but there are times when I’d like very much to mis- lay her for a few hours.” HIS FOND HOPE Littte William, son of an auto- mobile enthusiast, lost a tooth in a fall from his sled. His mother told him that she would have to take him to the dentist im- mediately to have it replaced. “Oh no, Mother,” said Willie; “ let’s wait till spring. Maybe Dr. Guy will have a new model ready for us by that time.” IT IS BEAUTIFUL. AFTER ALL, I LIKE THE MODERN FIGURE BETTER. Mrs. Bocker: Cer- tainly; I make my hus- band do it. Bort, [ DO WISH YOU'D TAKE THOSE CARDS AWAY FROM BABY, JAMES. OF HIS BECOMING ADDICTED TO THEM. SUCH BEAUTIFUL WORDS! DoroTHy was only five years old, but she had already begun to make plans for the future. She unfolded one of them to her mother one day. “When I grow up I’m going to have two children,” she said; “ I’m going to name the first one Anemia , and the second one Malaria!” FATTY’S FIRST LOVE-LETTER—EIGHTY-SEVENTH READING FIRE IS! I'M SO AFRAID A GOOD MIXER HE was not quite three, so perha| he should not be’ blamed for confusing sacred and profane tradition in narrative. At any rate, the clima was modern and his own. “Little Bo-Peep, she looked ( looked, but she couldn’t find her shec) anywhere—not behind the door, o1 the barn, or on the mountains, or « where. But just then the good s! herd he came along, and he helped | look and pretty soon he found just one little baby lamb. s’pose? Why, it And where yo was in the tele- phone—and they couldn’t get it oui!” THE WAY OF IT Frost: Schuyler has a sweethea but can’t afford to get married. Snow:I see—a lass and a lack. SHE KNEW Miss GusHeER: Oh, please tell 1 Do you think poets have to be born? Tue Poet’s Wire: Yes, borne u EASTER-—AND A THE REAL TEST Diogenes was searching for the hon- est man. : “Find a suburbanite who will tell you his real opinion of country life in winter,” we advised. Herewith he departed to apply the greatest test of all. NORTHEAST STORM. IN PROGRESS! HIS AWFUL FEAR LirtLe Robert and his seven-year sweetheart were in bathing together 1\" the first time. “Why; Lillie,” he said, regardiv: her with a critical eye, “your |: are so thin I’m afraid you ha pneumonia.”

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