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Tnuiy HITDT FREDERICK II VI\ j VPHAM ADAMS Author of “Tho Kidnapped Millionaires.’* “Colonel Monroe's Doctrine,” Etc. Copyright. J902, by All rights Copyright, 1903. by Frederick Ppbaji Adams reserved A. J. Dr ax el Biddle Chapter XVII.—Continued. Morris stood a few steps back of Jessie and devoured her with his eyes. He noted the soft folds of her hair, the rounded curves of her neck, and as one spell-bound watched her deft fingers as they glided over the surface of the sketch book. With a little sigh of disappointment Jessie dropped the folio on her lap. Not in months had she drawn with less skill. What could be the matter? She felt oppressed and under some ma lign influence. Instinctively she turned and looked squarely into the ardent eyes and eager face of Arthur Morris. With an involuntary cry of surprise, fear and vexation, she sprang to her feet, the sketch book falling to the floor. “Why, Miss Carden!” exclaimed Morris, with stimulated astonishment. “Really, this is an unexpected pleas ure. I am delighted to meet you. Per mit me—” And he picked up the sketch book, bowed, and extended his hand. In these brief seconds Jessie had regained her self-possession. “You have surprised me, Mr. Morris,” she said quietly, ignoring his proffered hand. “You must be aware that this is not a public reception room. We can talk without disturbing any one in the lobby.” A minute later they were in the comparatively deserted cuter hall. “You have no right to follow me here or to annoy me by your atten tions.” said Jessie Carden, confront ing him with Sashing eyes. He fum bled nervously at his watch charm. “It was purely accidental, I assure you,” he stammered. “Your arrival was announced in the Berlin papers,” said Jessie, coldly. “I learned this morning that you bribed my servants, and realized that an in terview with you was inevitable, but I did not think you would presume to intrude your presence during my accommodation I shall be in lasting disgrace.” faltered General Carden. Jessie Carden had listened quietly. Until that day she had given little thought to the problem which ever confronts the great mass of mankind —how shall we live, wherewithal shall we be fed. clothed and housed? The little room m which they sat looked mean and want-haunted. The faded carpet, the cheap wallpaper, the taw dry decorations, the low and marred j ceiling, the wailing of a sick child j through the thin partition, the odor of a kitchen, the rumble of traffic over ! a cobblestone pavement—surely this was a dream from which she would awaken to find herself in the stately mansion on the great boulevard. let it was not a dream. At the sound of the name of Arthur Morris the past and the present stood before her in glaring colors. She must be brave; she would be brave. With that superb insignt wrhich nature gives to v oman, the plot devised by Arthur Morris lay bare before her eyes. Her father was enmeshed in the net which had been set for her. To release him must she be caught in the toils? The Dishops had purchased a resi dence in New York, and there was waiting for Jessie a letter from her aunt inviting her to spend April and May with them in the metropolis, and to be their guest in Hingham during the summer. General Garden advised her to ac cept the invitation, but Jessie had at first declared that her place was with him, and would not listen to his arguments. “I have changed my mind about aunt Helen's invitation.” she said, later in the evening. “I have de cided to go to New York for a few weeks at least. I believe I can sell some of my sketches and paintings there, and—and—well, I think it best to go.” “You are a wise little girl. Jessie,” , 'J5TV3A/T& 7VEET? /Z'27; 77TE ^yrETTTT-EOQf E4ZJLZTJG TV THE" EZTXH2. study hours. You take an unfair ad vantage of an accidental acquaintance. That acquaintance was terminated last summer by your acts and conduct, and I have no desire to renew it. You have had the education and oppor tunities of a gentleman, and must re spect my wishes.” She turned and entered the gallery. Morris stood as if riveted to the floor —dazed, ashen-faced and speechless. Obeying a wild impulse, he rushed after her, but halted at the door. With a smothered oath he retraced his steps, and hailing his coachman, drove through TJnter der Linden. For the second time in his life the fact had been forced upon him that there were ambitions beyond the reach of his money. The thought envenomed him. Again he made a vow that Jessie Carden should be his. His heavy lips parted in a sulien smile as he pictured her surrender. The longer it was de layed the sweeter would be his tri trmph. The morning train for Paris had Arthur Morris for a passenger. It was months before he returned to New York to become a junior partner in the firm of Randolp Morris & Com pany. CHAPTER XVIII. Diplomacy. After an absence of two years Jessie Carden looked forward with pleasure to a home-coming. She had bidden her instructors and friends adieu, and was about leaving Berlin for a brief visit to Paris, when she received a cablegram from General Carden, re questing her to return home at once. The message was so worded that Jessie was mystified, but not alarmed. After a stormy voyage, the liner steamed into Boston harbor, and Gen eral Carden clasped hft daughter in | his arms. At first glance she hardly recognized him. His face w-as drawn, and the dark hair and beard had turned to silver-gray. “You will be brave, my pet,” he said, his voice choked with emotion. “I have sad news for you, Jessie.” “There can be no very sad news, papa dear, so long as you are alive,” said Jessie. With a woman’s intuition she guessed the tru>h. “I am ruined, Jessie! My bank has failed, and mj fortune is swept away. That is not all. Our old home is in the hands of creditors and I am a bankrupt—a bankrupt at the age of fifty.” Jessie smiled bravely through her tears. “I am distressed on your account, papa dear, but you must not worry in the least over me. I have money, papa; lots and lots of money. I have saved nearly two thousand dollars out of my allowance. We shall get along famously.” That evening, in the modest apart ments he had rented, General Carden told Jessie the story of hia downfall. Randolph Morris was his principal creditor, and negotiations were then In progress by which he hoped to transfer his L. & O. stock to Mr. Mor ris, In consideration of a loan which would enable him to settle with his , minor creditors. “If Mr. Morris refuses to extend this said General Carden. “I shall be in New York nearly as much as in Bos ton. and you will be much happier there.” A week later Jessie was fondly greeted by her aunt. Thomas Bishop belonged to an old New York family, and was proud to introduce his beau tiful niece to the exclusive society circles in which the Bishops had been welcomed. It was at the Cregier reception that she again met Arthur Morris. For a moment Morris was unable to speak, and gazed at her blankly, first at Jessie and then at Mrs. Cregier. ‘‘Really — why, really — why — why, don’t you know, Mrs. Cregier, Miss Carden and I have met before!” he exclaimed. "In fact—why, in fact we are old acquaintances; are we not, Miss Carden?” “I recall having met Mr. Morris,” said Jessie, addressing her hostess. It was a trying moment for Jessie Carden. Before her stood the man she hated. Why had fate cast him as a reptile ever crawling across her path? She longed to crush the ser pent’s head with her tiny heel, yet she knew that the snake had cun ning; she knew that her father was caught in his coils. Never until that moment did she realize the damning power of money, or sound the depths of a woman’s hatred. "May I say something to you, Miss Carden?” ventdred Morris. ‘Tve wished to talk to you for a long time, or rather to write something, but— but—let’s get out of this crush so I can explain myself.” “I do not care to listen to you. sir.” “I beg of you, hear me for a mo ment!” pleaded Morris, as Jessie turned haughtily from him. “Since you seem determined to cre ate a scene in which 1 am to be in volved, I prefer the less conspicuous disgrace of listening to you,” she said, bitterly. “Here is a quiet corner. What have you to say to me, sir?” “I want to apologize for what I did in Berlin, or rather for coming ter Berlon,” he began. “I was wrong and I beg your pardon.” "That is not the offence for which you should crave forgiveness,” said Jessie Carden. Scorn was in her voice and a warning flash in her eyes. our intrusion in Berlin was inso lent, but it was in harmony with a greater affront which preceded it, and one of which no gentleman would I be guilty. If you have nothing more appropriate to say. leave me, sir!!” “I have; I have!” cried Morris, cow ering before her gaze. “Pray be seat ed. Miss Carden, and—and give me a chance!” "I should not,” she said coldly. “I know the time you mean, Miss Carden.” His face flushed a deeper red and he looked at her with ap pealing eyes. “You mean that affair at the clambake. I was intoxicated, Miss Carden. It’s a hard word, but I’m going to be honest and throw my self on your mercy. I am very, very sorry; really I am. Miss Carden, and j I want to be your—your friend.” She longed to spurn his prayers and to ask him to take back the white locks from above her father’s brow and remove the stain of disgrace. She realized that the man who bad crushed her tatner was now' in her power, and felt that triumphant joy which only a woman can know. But it wounded and tortured her pride to think that iuorris dared aspire to her love. She charged the sacrifice she was about to make against the a^ count of a future revenge, and turned to him with a softer light in her eyes. "I should not forgive you,” she said. “When a man who pretends to your position so far forgets himself, he should first obtain his own pardon. He should then seek to redress th« wrongs caused by his offense. Are you prepared to do that, Mr. Morris?” "I don’t exactly understand what you mean, Miss Carden.” “I will make myself plain,” said Jessie. “You attempted to murder a young man who resented your in sults in a public place, and in the en counter you were injured. For years you have had a standing reward for the arrest of this innocent man. Are you willing to take steps to absolve him? John Burt has been the greater victim of your conduct.” “But my dear Miss Carden, I haven’t the slightest notion of where he is, don’t you know,” said Morris with a puzzled expression. “ ’Pon my word. I don’t. We had a beastly row in which I got shot, and all the fellows who were with me say I started it, and that the pistol went off in my own hand. I assure you that 1 don’t re member a thing about it. The gov ernor offered the reward. 1 can get him to withdraw it, and put a notice in the papers promising that no pros ecution shall be made. I'll do any thing you say. Miss Carden.” “Publicly announce the withdrawal of the reward and state that he will not be prosecuted,” said Jessie, as if the matter was merely one of ab stract justice. “And if you are con fident that I shall not again be em barrassed by your indiscretions I will try to overlook the past.” “You are very good!” he exclaimed, effusively. “It’s more than I deserve, but you will not regret it, Miss Car den. My governor and yours are mixed up in business, and it’s a beast ly shame, don’t you know, that we should be at odds. By the way. I’m awfully sorry about the general’s finan cial troubles. Hope he pulls out of them all right, and think he will. I'm trying now to make a deal which will help him out. And you’re not angry with me now, are you. Miss Carden? Let's shake hands and call it square?” Morris extended a clammy hand, and Jessie, with an inward shudder, permitted him to clasp her’s for a mo ment. The summer season was at hand, and Jessie was looking forward with pleasure to a sojourn in Hingham. Arthur Morris had been devoted in his attentions, and Jessie felt a thril ling wickedness at the tacit encour agement she had given him. (To be continued.) NOT WHAT HE WAS SENT FOR. Irishman Had Reasoned Well, But He Was Wrong. A farmer, accompanied by several of his hired men. went into the woods one morning in the fall of the year to cut down some trees. When about to begin work it was discovered that the cant hook had been left behind. Turning to one of the men. an Irish man not very long over, the farmer instructed him to drive back to the farm for the missing tool. The Irish man did not know what a cant hook looked like, but was averse to expos ing his ignorance, so drove off on his errand, trusting to find some one at the farm who would enlighten him. At the barn, however, there was no one to help him out of his dilemma. Casting his eyes about the place for the thing which would be most likely to bear the name of “cant hook,” he saw a mooley cow with never a sign of a horn upon its head, and conclud ed it was that he had been sent for. Procuring a rope, he fastened the cow to the rear end of his vehicle and exultantly drove back to the woods. “What in Sam Hill have you there?” shouted the farmer on seeing his messenger and the cow. “I sent you for a cant hook to use in moving the logs; what have you brought that cow for?” “Be jabers, boss, divil another thing could I see around the barn that can’t hook but this.”—Star of Hope. Domestic Economy. “I'll have to have some more money, John,” said the young matron, displaying an empty pocketbook. “Money again, Nellie—so soon? Why, I gave you your housekeeping allowance only yesterday. What have you done with it?” “I have saved it, John,” was the response, but she saw by his puzzled expression that John needed further enlightenment. “Don’t you remember, dear, that the last number of The Mothers' Adviser said: ‘Purchase a ten-cent bank, and when you receive a dime in change put it in the bank, and you will soon have a snug little amount saved toward the baby’s trousseau, and will never miss the money saved in this way?’ You agreed with me, dear, that this was a good plan to save money for baby. “Yesterday every bit of change I got was in ten-cent pieces, and of course they all went into the bank.” Made His Own Answer. William H. Crane, before his de parture for Europe told the follow ing: “In submitting a story to a certain magazine a disappointed literary as pirant requested that in the event of his manuscript being found unavail able he be favored with the reason. In a week the manuscript was return ed, and on the customary printed slip accompanying it was written: “ ‘Dear Sir—The superscription to your MS. seems to us to best express our reasons for refusal. Resp. yours, “ ‘THE EDITOR.' “Opening the manuscript to the title page, the puzzled aspirant read his own handwriting: “ ‘ “His Own Great Sin.’*- And 4,800 words.’”—New York Time*. Chance for Man With Braina. Cash for brains is still the cry. The Queensland government find that the prickly pear, a kind of cactus, has proved so vigorous a weed that $25,000 has been offered for a sure means ot‘ eradicating it. A GOLD-LINED DEATH VALLEY. Philippine Waste, Guarded by Death Dealing Gases. There \s a Death valley in the Phil ippines as well as in the United States. It is situated In the island of Mindanao and although for many years it has been known to contain large quantities of gold the treasure has been lying unclaimed because of the refusal of the natives to go after it. At last this famed and feared valley has been compelled to give up the rich treasure which for ages it has successfully guarded by its pall of death-dealing gases. This valley, which true to its name, has dealt death to many a venturesome searcher for the precious metal, is located in the mountain fastnesses of the island and according to the theories of the scien tists it is the crater of what was once a great and violent volcano. Vol canic gases of a most poisonous na ture still rise from the depths of the valley and hang over it like a pall, never passing away, and many natives who have attempted to go down into the valley from the mountains say that never before has any man who ventured into its unknown depths re turned to tell of its secrets. The dis tance across the valley is only a few miles, but the bottom of it is constant ly concealed from view by the dense cloud of poisonous vapor overhanging it. I " EARLY LESSON IN THRIFT. Brooklyn Men Even Take Their Babies to Bank. The other day a man entered a Brooklyn bank carrying in one hand a deposit book and closely clasped in | his other arm wras a baby that was : perhaps ten or twelve months old. The | age may not be exact, but at any rate ! the young one was old enough to sit up and look around, as if it was con sciously taking in the sights and sounds of a new' world. Going up to one of those projecting shelves which are placed against the walls in some banks for the conven ience of patrons who prefer to stand i up while writing, the man placed the : baby on the sloping surface, and as a ! precaution against sliding off, which it showed every indication of doing, j the man put a brake against the ! threatened movement of the mass of ! J baby draperies by placing his arm in j front of the baby. i Then he proceeded to fill out a de I posit check, and when that was ac- ; ! complished he again took the baby in ' his arm, and, going up to the teller's window, handed in his book, and when the entry had been made he received j i the book again, and, placing it in his ; pocket* walked out of the bank, the I baby still staring everybody out of countenance with the utmost cool j ness. Children Still. Wp seek no more a daily prize. Nor triumph io our dreams. ; So changed the luster of the skies. So faint and few the gleams. Yet comes anew, when others play. That unforgotten thrill. I And are we dull and old to-day, i Or only children still? ! We loved the battle once, but now We are not overbold. There's wisdom on the wear}- brow. And in our hearts the cold. Yet in the light of eager eyes We lose the wintry chill. And then we are not overwise. Eut simple children still. The visions of our glorious youth Have faded long ago; We hope no more to find the truth. And should we care to know? Not CJrs to scale th" viewless height. But there’s a purple hill. And still we gladden at the sight And climb as children still. How much of all the good we planned Is perfect or begun ? Who watched the lifting of God’s hand. And waits for his “well done’’” But when the children whom we love The good we missed fulfill. Thank God our hearts prevail to prove The hearts of children still. —Hugh Macnaughton. in London Satur day Review. -* France and Old-Age Pensions. The British consul at Calais tells, in his annual report, of an effort to deal with old-age pensions. Twenty three years ago M. Chatelus formed a society, the rules of membership be ing a monthly payment of a franc, all the funds to be invested, and at the end of twenty years the interest on capital to be equally divided among members, and in each succeeding year those who had been members for twenty years to receive their equal share of this interest. The present rate of pension is £14 8s. per year The membership now stands at 347, 951, with a capital of over a million and a half pounds.—London Answers. — Brotherly Criticism. Zoltan Doehme, Mme. Nordiea's hus band. has an amusing way of putting things. On one occasion he was speak ing of the vocalization of the well known singer Van Dyck, and profes sional leniency vanished in the criti cal sarcasm:- “With mos’ tenors, they sing along a false note, an’ you say, ‘Oh!’ [Mr. Doehme frowned and winced.] But with Mr. Van Deeck he sing along, an’ sing along, an' once in a while he strike a true note, an’ you say, ‘Oh!’” And Mr. Doehme’s smile of pleased surprise called forth a round of laughter. Denounces Khaki Uniforms. Mayor Jameson said in the British parliament the other day that the sudden resort to khaki uniforms was a “senseless craze.” Because the Boers w-ore khaki and slouch hats the whole army was slapped into similar i costume. If the Zulus had beaten it, the army would have gone about in feathers and paint. Three streaks of paint and an ostrich feather would have been the uniform of a field mar shal. Vicar and Workman. The vicar of a colliery district in Leicestershire, England, has just ac complished the remarkable feat of re storing, mainly by his own manual tabor, his dilapidated church. Since February, 1901, the vicar has labored is a workman all the week and preach ed to his people on the Sundays. He has worked at the church almost alone, the only assistance being a few lays by one man. China Not Overcrowded. A recent census of China shows that that country, crowded with “teeming millions,” has a population of 103 to the square mile. Belgium has 220 to Lhe square mile. Great Britain 130, and Germany 105. White Net With Lace. No material is more fashionable for the gowns of afternoon and dinner wear than white cotton net and it is never more attractive than when com bined with lace. This very charming costume illustrates that fact and shows a novel and stylish bolero, which is made entirely of all ever lace, and trimming which consists of wide frills of the material headed by lace bands. The waist is one of the latest and is full and soft, made with a little square of lace at the xront. and is closed invisibly at the left of the front. The bolero can be used or omitted as preferred and is arranged over it, the two being joined at the lower edge. The skirt is circular with a circular flounce, that is joined to it beneath the upper row of trimming, and provides the graceful folds which are essential to present styles. The quantity of material required for the Design by May Manton. medium size is, for waist 4 V* yards, 21, 3% yards 27 or 2*4 yards 44 inches wide with yard of all-over lace; for bolero 1% yards 21 or 27 or % yards 44 inches wide; for skirt 13 yards 21. 11 yards 27 or yards 44 inches wide. Bringing Skirts Up to Date. The woman who has a good cloth skirt of light weight, such as voile, etamine or nun’s veiling, left from last summer can bring it up to the mark of prevailing fashions by the dexterous adjustment of taffeta or peau de soie trimmings. If she is a tall woman and desires a yoke effect she can build the yoke from alternate strips of the cloth and taffeta. If panel effects are desired, the stitched bands of silk can be so laid as to simulate panels. But the great point of divergence between last season's skirt and this year's lies in the vent. Last year the vent was fastened by well-hidden hooks and eyes. This year it is com pletely covered by a box-plaited ef fect. To secure this effect in the made over skirt, lay on a box pleat of the same silk used in trimming, narrow at the waist line and flaring slightly toward the hem of the skirt. This is fastened tight to the skirt, and can not be detected from the same effect in cloth. Nor does it give a botched or made-over effect to the garment, because of the general prevalence of silk trimmings in every imaginable form. Tea Biscuit Recipe. Two teacupfuls flour, one heaping teaspoonful of baking powder, one-half teaspoonful of salt; mix together and sift. Melt a tablespoonful of butter and add it to two-thirds cupful of cold milk; flatten dough with hands and cut with biscuit cutter; bake In hot oven until a delicate brown—about fifteen minutes. This is a very good recipe when one is in a hurry, and oue that cannot fail to turn out well. Finger marks on varnished furni ture are removed by rubbing them with a piece of rag dipped in sweet oil. Afterward polish with a dry cloth. An ever ready glue pot is a most useful piece of property. It Is pre pared by putting naphtha in a wide mouthed bottle and dissolving shellac In it. When nailing into hardwood, the nails are apt to bend. To prevent this dip the point of each nail into oil, lard or other grease before hammer ing them in. It will be found a good plan to keep peas, beans, rice, barley, coffee and, in fact, all “dry groceries” in glass jars. By this means a moment’s glance will acquaint the housewife with the necessity for replenishing her stores. New Ideas in Sunshades. Then the parasols which shade these dainty creations of the milli ner’s art. In the morning, as already hinted, the linen parasol matches the linen gown; and there are the colored coachings, both in plain and plaids, for various occasions. With the fluffy lingerie hat there is worn an equally fluffy parasol, and these are frequently covered with the lace which fashions the frivolous look ing lace coat, and are much beruched and beruffled with the same chiffon. Latest Ideas in Fashionable Garments —Recipes Both New and Approved —Delicious Way to Prepare Straw berries. The plain and dotted silks have ap pliques and incrustations and em piecements of lace and embroidery, and some of the newest show fancy patterns cut from plaids and appli qued to the plain silks, and vice versa. But no matter what the style of the paiasol, it must have a long shaft handle to proclaim it this season's style. Snake plumes are exquisite in mauve. Maline choux are still important neck fixings. Bright green silk hosiery is among the novelties. Embroidered net is set into some silk stockings. Cuffs are anything from straight bands to plaitings. Carnations are coming into promi nence in millinery. Crush belts of gold thread are charming for the white frock. A jeweled net for the hair is charm ing with a picture dress. To be smartly dressed one cannot escape this rule of much lace trim ming. Applique flowers cut from colored taffeta on a gown of white voile or muslin. A charming summer accessory is the scarf of painted mousseline de soie. When kid shoes have been wet and become hardened, clean them at once and rub with castor oil. A Useful Hint. When roses or other artificial flow ers fade, the economical girl paints them with her water colors. The mus lin of which they are composed takes paint readily, and a little patience will rejuvenate an apparently passe hat decoration. In tinting the flowers, make the pet als deeper in shade in toward the base and leave the edges paler. It is surprising how fresh the flow ers will look after being recolored, and they will hold the water colors much longer than they do their origi nal coloring. Crystal Strawberries. Here is a delicious way to prepare strawberries, to be served with ice cream at a luncheon: Select large, perfect berries and brush gently with a soft brush to remove any sand. Have ready some fondant made as for French cands- and melt it over hot water. Take up a berry at a time, pull off the hull, dip it into the melted fondant, and when entirely coated re place the hull. Lay on oiled paper and chill in the refrigerator. Do not prepare long before they are needed, as they quickly draw syrup. Serve in small timbale or paper cases, two or three in each. Wedding Gowns. White satin is no longer inevitable for a bridal gown, but has been ex changed for even lovelier materials, foamy chiffon, silvered gauze or soft est silk muslin and lace. Veils of the latter have been superseded by tulle, while even that favored flower of many generations, the orange blos som, is noticeable by its absence, myr tle or white heather taking its place. White heather is looked upon as a wonderfully lucky flower, but like the four-leafed shamrock, its scarcity cre ated its good fortune. Now it is said to be cunningly bleached in order that the supply may cover the demand.— Exchange. “Cheese-Codfish.” A delicious dish may be made from either the boiled fresh cod or the shredded salt fish. If made from the former, take a pound of fresh fish, pick in small pieces, put in a saucepan, cover with cold water and bring slowly to a boil. Drain the fish and leave in a colander while you make a cream dressing, using two tablespoonfuls each of but ter and flour, a cup and a half of milk and a little cayenne. Butter a small earthen dish and place a layei of fish in the bottom. Cover with a layer of the sauce and over this grate a covering of cheese, not too thick Repeat until the dish is filled, having the cheese at the top. Grate a sprink ling of stale bread crumbs over this, daub with butter, place in a hot oven and bake half an hour. ffl Corst Cover. Dainty corset covers that are well fitting and made for the individual are always far more attractive than any other sort. This one is both pretty and simple and can be made from any i one of the materials used for under ■ “ « Design by May Manton. wear but is shown in linen batiste, which is always satisfactory, both from the standpoint of comfort and that of endurance, and is trimmed with German Valenciennes lace with bits of fine embroidery between the tucks which are wrorked by hand onto the material. The combination of lace with this fine work is one of the latest whims of fashion and is always charming. The corset cover is made with fronts and back, the narrow tucks being arranged in groups and stitched to the w’aist line only, so allowing comfortable flare over the hips. The quantity of material re quired for a woman of medium size is yards 36 inches wide with 3 yards of lace edging and 1% yards of bead ing. Egg Souffle. Cream two level tablespoonfuls of flour and pour on gradually one cupful of scalded milk and one cupful ol scalded cream; cook in the double boiler until thickened; add the yolks of four eggs beaten until thick; re move from the fire and mix in care fully the whites of the eggs beaten stiff; turn into a buttered baking dish; set in a pan of hot water and bake in a moderate oven until firm in the center. Chemise Berthas. A pretty and practicable idea is a detachable bertha or ruche for the chemise or underwaist. These are patterned after the bust pads of the moment, and when one is pinned over the chemise this last may be of the plainest slip description. Ribbon rosettes or bows finish the detachable bertha. FIGURED NET AND LACE. No material of the season is more i fashionable or more attractive than net in its many varieties. This very charming waist is made of the sort known as repouse, in cream color combined with a yoke of white mous seline overlaid by bias bands of silk and medallions of lace, the trimming being little lace ruffles. As illustrated the waist is made with long sleeves that include deep cuffs but those of the elbow sort, shown in the small 4 cut, can be substituted whenever pre ferred. The blouse itself is full and soft below the yoke which is plain and cut in a deep, becoming point at front and back. At the waist is a crushed belt of messaline satin, also cream in tone, and the net is made over silk and cotton mousseline which is soft and pretty while of moderate cost. The quantity of material requir ed for a woman bt medium size ia 3% yards 21, 3 yards 27 or 1% yard* 44 inches wide.