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HORACE HASELTINE CQPY/?/Cffr, 19/2, A C AfPCJLL/J?C &. CO. 20 SYNOPSIS. Robert Cameron, capitalist, consults Philip Clyde, newspaper publisher, re- . prding anonymous threatening letters he has received. The first promises a sample j of the writer’s power on a certain day. On that day the head is mysteriously cut from a portrait of Cameron while the lat ter Is in the room. While visiting Cam- . eron in his dressing room a Nell Gwvnne I minor is mysteriously shattered. Cameron j becomes seriously ill as a result of the fhock. The third letter appears mysteri ously on Cameron’s sick bed. It makes j direct threats against the life of Cameron, i Clyde tells Cameron the envelope was • r-mpty. He tells Evelyn everything and plans to take Cameron on a yacht trip. . The yacht picks up a fisherman found ; drifting helplessly in a boat. lie gives j the name of Johnson. Cameron disap- j pears from yacht while Clyde’s back is j turned. A fruitless search is .made for a motor boat seen by the captain just be fore Cameron disappeared. Johnson is al lowed to go after being closely questioned. Evelyn takes the letters to an expert in Chinese literature, who pronounces them if Chinese origin Clyde seeks assistance from a Chinese fellow college student, who recommends him to Yup Sing, most prominent Chinaman in New York. Clyde roes to meet Yup Sing, sees Johnson, at tempts to follow him. falls into a base ment, sprains his ankle and becomes un conscious. Clyde is found by Miss Clem ent. a missionary among the Chinese. He is sick several days as a result of inhal ing charcoal fumes. Evelyn tells Clyde ; if a peculiarly acting anesthetic which • renders a person temporarily unconscious. ! Murphy is discovered to have mysterious relations with the Chinese. Miss Clement j promises to get information about Cam- : ?ron. Slump in Crystal Consolidated, of i which Cameron is the head, is caused by ! a rumor of Cameron’s Illness. Clyde finds | Cameron on Fifth avenue in a dazed and •maciated condition and takes him horn** } Cameron awakes from a long sleep and j speaks in a strange tongue. Evelyn de- . Hares the man is not her uncle. Evelyn { and Clyde call on Miss Clement for prom- i Ised Information and find that the China- j man who was to give it has just been ! murdered. Miss Clement gives Clyde a . note, arking him to read it after he j leaves the mission and then destroy it. • It tells of the adduction of a white roan ! l»y Chinese who shipped him hack to j China. The man is accused of the crime i if “Sab:» Eoroha” in which 100 Chinamen j were killed. The appearance in New York if the men they supposed they had ship ped to <'hina throws consternation into the Chinese. The brougham In which Clyde anti Evelyn are riding in held up by an armed man. Clvdf? is seized by Murphy and a fight ensuete. Evelyn and Clyde are rescued by the police and re turn home. They find Yup Sing and the Chinese consul awaiting them. Yup tells Clyde the storv of the crime of the “Sa ble Eorcha.’Ji in which 97 Chinamen were ■leliberatelv o*ent to their death by one Donald M’Nish. whom they declare Is Cameron. They declare that M’Nish can be identified by a tattoo mark on his arm. Clyde declares that* Cameron has no such mark. The nurse is called in and de scribes a tattoo mark on his patient’s arm. Clvde goes to investigate and ’ finds the patient attempting to hide a let ter. It is addressed to Donald M’Nish. j The letter is from the man’s mother in Scotland and identifies the patient as M’Nish. Confronted by the sole survivor if the ’Sable Lorcha**—who. it develops. Is Sov. a half-breed Chinaman, recogniz ed by Clvde as Johnson, the fisherman— M’Nish shoots him and kills himself. Miss Clement gets the whole story from Soy before he dies. Murphy. whose right name ig Moran, had been a partner of M’Nish in the nefarious Chinese trade and ;ater became Hs most relentless pursuer. He was the author of the threatening let ters. Soy was responsible for the myste rious happenings at Cameron’s home by the aid of the ether of invisibility. Cam eron was drugged and shipped as a mem ber of the crew of a tramp steamer bound » for Hongkong. CHAPTER XXVII.—Continued. So far as I could judge, the Glamor- j ganshire would call at Algiers in a j few days; and for a while I considered the advisability of communicating; with the United States Consul at that | port, through the State Department at j Washington. But a knowledge of the tortuous involutions of official red tape ; deterred me. After all, I believed ' that if Cameron was to be rescued from the gruelling slavery of servitude an this British freighter, the work must not be intrusted to the personal ly disinterested. Thereupon I consulted calendars, jteamer schedules, and Continental time-tables. By the fast transatlantic liner sailing cn the morrow, I could make Paris in six days, forty-eight hours later I could be in Brindisi. If good fortune followed, less than four days more would land me at Port Said. It was now Monday, November 23. Twelve days hence would be Decem ler 5th. and the Glamorganshire, her igents had told me, could not possibly reach there before December 6th. The margin was not wide, but it seemed to me sufficient, and thq thought of fur ther inaction, now that the trail lay bare, was nothing less than unendur able torment. wisaom, i suppose, would have die-! iated the advisability of securing some badge of authority from my own gov ernment before setting forth on a mis sion involving so delicate a point of International maritime law as that which Was here embraced; but the saving of time was with me. Just then, the paramount consideration. The loss of a day meant the possible missing not only of connections, but of the main object of my journey; and so, armed with nothing more potent than good health, strong determination, and a well-filled purse I boarded the Kron prinz Wilhelm and started on my diag anal race to head off a quarry which already had twenty-five days’ start of me. Speed facing all-important, my wish wa3 to travel alone and unencum bered, but at the last moment I was persuaded to consent to the company sf both Evelyn Grayson and Dr Addi son. Realizing the brave, unfaltei-ug assistance which the young woman had afforded me from the first. 1 could hardly refuse to gratify her wish to be present at what we both hoped would be the victorious end. Moreover, the thought of absence from her for a month at least, and probably much longer, was far from the most pleas ant contemplation; my yielding, there fore, was not altogether unselfish. Dr. Addison's case was different. At the last moment he decided to go abroad by the same ship; and, on the way over, touched by his contrition and his almost pathetic desire to make amends to his quondam friend at the earliest possible minute, I my Belf Invited him to go with us the rest of the way. Evelyn bad proposed that Mrs. Lan caster should also be included in the party, but this I would not hear of. If, for propriety’s sake, another presence i was necessary, her maid, and, ulti mately, Dr. Addison, afforded all the j security the conventions could de-1 mand. The fever of haste was upon all of us from the start. The time on ship- J board, in spite of our common subject j of converse dragged eternally. Should we reach Cherbourg in time to connect with the P. &. O. Express at Paris? That was the one constant- ! ly recurring question, to be speculated j upon with varying degrees of hope and i despair. As good fortune would have It, wc made the train with fifteen minutes to spare, and the run to Brindisi was ac complished without accident or un seemly delay. Here, however, we were compelled to wait six hours. The steamer was late, ow ing to some seismic disturb- : nnce off the coast of Malta, and fear of encountering new and necessarily uncharted volcanic islands, had de manded slow and cautious sailing. How ever sinister had been the game fate played with us in the earlier stages of our quest, the favor of its [ present mood could not be gainsaid. That we were now reasonably sure of reaching Port Said in advance of the Glamorganshire was in itself a wel come relief from trying anxiety; but that was only a small part of the banquet of good things provided for ; us. I was still exercised in a measure ; over the steps which must be taken to j secure Cameron's release. Without proper introduction to the authorities. ■ it was becoming more and more a question In my mind whether, after all. I should be able to accomplish my end in the brief time to which I was , restricted. With this fell possibility of failure dinging in my reflections, I was strid ing the white deck of the P. and O. ! steamer, in the early morning follow- j ing the night of our departure from Brindisi, when a hand, dropped heavi ly on my shoulder, spun me round to face a laughing, sun-browned, young Englishman in white flannels. For just a moment I was literally, as well as figuratively, taken aback! for the tone of the ringing voice which greeted rue carried me five years at least into the past, when Lionel Hart ley and I had ridden to hounds to gether at Melton Moy.bray, while fel low guests at a house-party in the neighborhood. . “You bally Yankee!” he was shout ing. "Fancy running into you In this fashion! I’m jolly glad to see you, old chap!” Though my delight at seeing him was at that moment tempered by ab sorbing interest in my mission, it rose a fevt minutes later to unadulterated ecstasy, when I discovered that he was stationed at Port Said, and occupied what seemed to me just then one of the most important posts in the Brit ish Foreign Service—secretary to the Governor General for the Suez Canal. “You’re going to Cairo, I suppose?” he hazarded. “No,” I replied. “I’m going with you, and I shall not let you out of my sight, my friend, until you have proved you’re something more than a figure head stuck up in the Egyptian sands ” "If there’s any little thing I can do —” he began; but I interrupted him. "There’s a very big thing you can do,” I corrected. And then I told Km. "What a lark!”» he cried, refusing to recognize the serious side of it. "Fancy one of your American multi millionaires passing coal on a British freighter.” “‘Passing coal!” I exclaimed. “What rot! Surely they wouldn’t—” “Oh, wouldn’t they?” he broke in. “That’s just what they would do. Ho isn’t an able-bodied seaman, is he? You can safely wager he’s an experi enced stoker, or at least a trimmer by this time.” "Don t, Hartley, aon t, 1 protested. "It’s too cruel to think of.” "Never mind, old chap,” was his re joinder. "There’s a good time com ing. We’ll have him out and washed and dressed and sitting at table with us an hour after the old tub lets her anchor drop. And I’ll wager you a tenner that thare won’t be a miss in anjr part of the programme.” When, at breakfast, I told Evelyn the good pews—omitting, of course, all references to the coal-handling sug gestion—she demanded that I hunt up Hartley, at once, and present him. Discretion, however, seemed to me In this instance, the better part of obedi ence. 1 did hunt Hartley up and I did present him, but not until I had al lowed time for the first flush of Eve lyn’s fervor to cool. He was a very good-looking young chap; Evelyn was both grateful and impulsive, and I—was in love. Our landing at Port Said was made on the morning of Saturday, the fifth of December, and all that day and the next, wo waited in more or less con stant expectancy and a boiling temper ature for tidings of the tardy Glamor ganshire. Hartley, meanwhile, was a model of hospitality, but Port Said is primarily a coaling station on the sea-edge of the desert, and aside from the con crete docks, the ships, the light house, and the nearly naked Nubians that swarmed everywhere, it proved utter ly lacking in objects of interest. Sunday night brought some small relief from the Intolerable heat, and gjuteful for the respite, all four of our little party were early to bed. Grad ually we had come to believe that our waiting was likely to be prolonged. The earthquake at Malta having de layed one vessel would In all probabil ity delay others as well. Including that which we had come so far to intercept. So, utterly worn out by nervous ten sion and the fatigue of the tropical ell mate, we found rest grateful, and slept soundly. Just how soundly was dem onstrated when, at an hour after mid night, three resounding knocks on my hotel chamber door only roused me, dully, and lpft Evelyn and her maid and Dr. Addison, who occupied adja cent rooms, in deep slumber, totally undisturbed. With what seemed almost superhu man effort. I spurred myself to con sciousness and struggled up on elbow. “Who's there?" I called. “Hartley," came the answer. "Open the door. I thought you'd died of Port Said ennui.” And when I had sleepily risen and admitted him he went on hurriedly. “Make haste, now, old chap! The bally freighter has just come in, and I don't propose to lose that tenner through dilatory methods on your part.” Cut I needed no urging. Wide awake at his tirst sentence, I was already flinging on my clothes. He still chat tered on In his chaffing way, but I scarcely heard him. Conscious only of the murmur of his pleasant, cheery English voice, my thoughts were out in the night, across the waters of the harbor, down in the inferno of a rusty ocean tramp, where a sweating stoker was giving battle to despair—a sweat ing stoker who, in far-away America, owned a pleasure craft almost as big as the ship whose tires he had been feeding for forty days across two seas. "How about the doctor?" Hartley asked, as 1 slipped my arms Into my coat sleeves and snatched a cap from a closet peg. "It’s too late now.” was my an swer. “You should have reminded me. I forgot all about him.” And it was true. I had forgotten everything, ex cept the imminence of the rescue and the urgency of haste. To one in Cam eron's plight every fretting minute must count a drop of torture. The heavens were splendid with tropic stars, and a faint breeze from the sea gently rutiled the spangled black harbor waters, as Hartley’s launch, guided by a pilot of experi ence, headed for the twinkling lights of the recently anchored freighter. Silently I sat, with gaze straining, watching the indicated sparks grow larger and brighter, moment by mo ment, until at length their gleams re- i fleeted in the waves, and their back-! ground emerged' in a great dark shadow, which silhouetted itself against the less opaque sky. “There she is!” Hartley cried In en thusiasm, as her fuunel and masts somberly defined themselves above j the black of her hull “We’ll be able j to hail her in another minute.” Then I heard the voice of our helmsman ring out. and presently there was an answering shout from above, and an exchange of greetings, succeeded by directions; and the next moment. I was following Hartley up a swaying rope-ladder to where an outheld lantern glowed overhead. “Yes, Secretary to the Governor General,” 1 heard my friend saying, as I put foot on the iron deck. "You're Captain Murchison, I suppose.” The captain’s affirmative was more than deferential: it was obsequious. | He was not a tall man, but broad, rug ged and bearded, with long, powerful, gorilla-like arms out of all proportion to his stature. I could readily fancy him an ugly antagonist. Unaided by Hartley, I concluded, I should have had small chance indeed of success. Eut the low-born Briton’s respect for official authority was evidently strong in him, and I felt that ifCameron was aboard we should be able to effect his rescue with a minimum of effort. "I should like to see you in your cabin, Captain,” Hartley proposed, and when we were closeted there, he con tinued: “There is a report that you have among your crew a United States subject who was brought aboard, drugged, and forced to remain aboard against his will. His government has interested itself in his behalf, and un less he is restored at once to his friends serious complications will un doubtedly ensue.’’ The captain, despite his respect for authority, frowned. There s nothing to that report, sir, he said, boldly. “I'm not shanghniing men In these days. sir. Every moth er’s son I’ve got on this boat shipped for Hong Kong, sir, of his own free will and accord.” “I dare say you fully believe that, | Captain Murchison," was Hartley's diplomatic rejoinder, "but this time I you happen to be mistaken. I don't i suppose you have any objection to our ! inspecting your crew, have you? Sup pose you have both the watches piped forward, and we’ll settle this little business for ourselves. Mr. Clyde, here, | knows the man.” Captain Murchison's glance at me was undisguisedly venomous. Reluct antly he rang for his steward. “Send the bo’sun here," he directed, doggedly. "Weil begin at the bottom. Cap tain,” Hartley suggested, when the boatswain, cap in hand, stood in the doorway. “First, I want to see every man Jack you have working In the stoke hold.” Although the master gave the nec essary directions I mistrusted him. Be tween the boatswain and himself I felt that there was an understanding which required neither voicing nor signal. And as, a little later, we stood on the forward deck, under the bridge, and by the light of a lantern viewed one after another of those swarthy, grimy laborers who had crowded up from below, I was convinced of the correctness of my Intuition. For Cam eron was not among them. And then a chill fear gripped me. Could a man of his habits and train ing, suddenly called upoiT to assume such labor, survive Its rigors? He was naturally robust, but he bad been weakened by an illness. Might he not , therefore have succumbed to the strain, died, and been buried at sea? But one consideration sustained mo. In their cunning cruelty, the Chinese who had arranged for his transporta tion must have stipulated that he be delivered in China alive. Otherwise j their vengeance would not be com- | plete. It was not likely that anything had been left to mere chance. Tbe probabilities were that Murchison knew definitely what was required of him and was to be well paid for his services. Upon his seamed face, now, there was something of a sneer r,3, our aminatiou concluded, he said: "What next, Mr. Hartley?” But for a moment Hartley, who was standing thoughtfully with brow contracted, his lower lip gripped be tween finger and thumb, made no re sponse. Before he spoke his attitude changed. Quickly he had assumed a pose of listening intentness. Behind us, somewhere, a clamor had arisen. Voices, excited, hoarse, fremescent. yet muffled by distance, echoed dully. "That man, next, Captain,” he said* coolly. “The man they’re tryisg to keep below.” it may have been that his hearing was more acute than mine, or it may only have been a guess. I don’t know. But. whichever it was, it hit the mark. It scored a bull’s eye at long range. Captain Murchison’s Indifference gave way instantly to palpable uneasl- | ness. His hands, which had been j deep in his coat pockets, came out as ' though jerked by springs. One of j them canted his cap from his brow to ; his crown and the oth^r clutched agi tatedly at his beard. And in that mo- : ment tbe riot advanced, the voices ' waxed louder and more distinct; seur- ' rying feet resounded on the metal deck. | i saw me captain start nurriedly i toward the starboard rail, intent evi dently on meeting the rabble which was approaching on that side, and I saw Hartley boldly block his way. And then, almost at the same instant. I saw a tall figure with naked torso as black and shining as polished ebony —black with grime and shining with ; sweat—come running backward around the corner of the deck house. ; Saw it with an iron bar held menac ingly aloft against Its pressing pur- j suers; and even in the uncertain light of the deck lanterns, recognized it at cnee, by its outline and the character istic set of its head upon its shoul ders, nude to the waist and coilied as it was, as the figure of the man I sought. •‘Cameron!" 1 cried, chokingly, my fast-beating heart crowding my utter ance. And all unmindful of the dirt which covered him I flung my arms about his waist from behind'. “Cam eron! Cameron! Thank God! Thank God!” I heard the iron bar drop resound ingly to the deck; I heard Hartley's voice raised in anger, strident, stac cato; and I heard the receding shuffle of feet as those who had pursued now backed away. There followed then a moment of silence, while the body I had held twisted out of my arms, and having released itself, turned and faced me—a moment of silence, only, for against the sudden stillness there now rang out a weird, palpitant cry, born of surcharged emotion, as Cam eron, casting himself forward into my arms, buried his face in the angle of my neck and shoulder. CHAPTER XXVIII. A Final Problem. It is doubtful whether in ail Egypt there was ever such another period of joyous thanksgiving as that which fcl lowed the bringing of Cameron to the little hotel In Port Said. I am in clined to question, too, whether in the space of a single waking day four per sons ever talked more, or with more mutual interest, than did the four of us there gathered. The heat, the flies, the poor food, and the miserable ac comodations. generally, were not merely gladly tolerated, but absolutely disregarded. In the exuberance of our rejoicing, annoyances which had loomed large on the preceding day dwindled to the imperceivable; and from early morning until late night ex periences were exchanged, adventures told and speculations indulged in. Washed, scrubbed, shaved, shorn and clad in raiment put at his disposal by the indefatigable Hartley, Cameron appeared wonderfully well-looking. In deed I was amazed by his appearance and by his condition. I had feared to find him a mental and physical ruin. I had feared even for his life. And he had come to us, if we might judge by outward seeming, stronger, more robust, less nervously relaxed than when he disappeared. “At first,” he told us, as we sat at breakfast in a little upper room of the hotel, Evelyn close on his right. Dr. Addison at his left, and I opposite him. "1 suppose I did suffer, whenever 1 was conscious, which, fortunately, I think, was comparatively seldom. : They dosed me almost continuously with what I believe to have been some ! attribute of opium, so that even in my | waking moments I was not wholly nor mal. In this way, of*course. I lost all count of time. And so, too, I am un- j able to give events in sequence. My i first conscious moment after being on the deck of the Sibylla found me strapped in a narrow berth on a rapid, j but rather rough-riding craft of appar- j entlv much smaller dimension than the yacht, and with a Chinese boy sit ting beside me. You can fancy my j startled amazement at the sudden transition. In vain I asked questions. | In vain 1 struggled to rise. Then I shouted,’ and the Chinese boy lighted what appeared to be an ordinary joss stick on a stand at the head of my berth, and withdrew from the tiny cabin. Insensibility followed quickly. After that I have a vague, dreamy recollection of eating something with j a strange, spicy flavor, which seemed j only to add to my, stupor. Once ij dreamed—at least I think it must have j been a dream—that I was in a dark box, so cramped that my bones ached, J and that far away above me were lit- | lie holes through which the light ' came in luminous fan-like rays that j glowed against the black.” “I’m inclined to think it was no dream,” I put in. recalling the news paper story 1 had read in my broker's office, in Wall street. “The probabili ties are that you were shipped in that box from Fall River to New York, and a certain influential Chinaman, called Yup Sing, knew all about it.” “It’s quite possible,” Cameron went i on. ”1 know that it was very difficult i to distinguish, in those days, between j dreams and realities. Eventually, how- 1 ever. I awoke to find myself on the | Glamorganshire, quartered with the ! men in the forecastle, a beard well grown and my clothes the coarsest sort of mariner's outfit. For a while I was far too ill for labor. The reac tion from the drugs which had been administered caused me the keenest suffering. But, gradually, I came about, and was set to work with paint pot and brush. The humanity shown me at this time was surprising. I couldn’t comprehend it. But 1 realized eventually that my strength was being fostered for future torment.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Made Good “Ad” After AM _ 1 Comment of Physician Seems to Con tain a Reflection on the Curios ity of the Woman. Physicians as a rule are strongly op posed to published advertising. This aversion is tounded on an old rule of medical ethics and is carried to the extreme of making a doctor who breaks it an object of suspicion in the eyes of his fellow practitioners. Apropos of this, is the story which Dr. W. H. Hill told on himself, the other day. "My wife got me Into an awful fix,” Dr. Hill declared. "You see. she was one of the women appointed or elected at her church to solicit advertising for a benefit cook book. She knew noth ing of what a cripm it is for a physi cian to break into print and merely' to show that her heart was in the cause, inserted my card with those of merchants, dyers and cleaners and others. When the book came out, Mrs. Hill brought me the first copy off the press and proudly pointed out my ad vertisement I will admit that I was somewhat excited. I went immediate ly to the publishing house and for a consideration got him to paste a white piece of paper over the space allotted to me in every book. When I re turned home I was immensely satis fied with my forethought and my sac rifice to^ the proper thing in practice. Witness what happened a day or two later. “I met a friend In the profession on L the street and he began to smile when ' he saw me. “Well, what tickles you?” I inquired. ' “ '1 will have to five it to you, you are mighty clever,' the doc said ban teringly. ‘The idea of pasting a blank slip over your ad so the women of your church would be bound to sec it!’”—Kansas City Journal. Instructions for Farmers. Farmers in the United States are re ceiving instruction in efficiency meth ods on the farm through no fewer than eleven main agencies. These agencies, according to a publication just issued, f6r free distribution by the bureau, are elementary and sec ondary schools and agricultural high schools; country schools of agricul ture; traveling schools teaching the same pursuit; farmers’ educational trains; farmers’ institutes; agricul tural clubs and like organizations; gardens for city schools; normal schools of agriculture, and colleges of agriculture.—La Follette’s Magazine. Money From Waste Material. There are harvests of the streets as well as the fields. The experience of the corporation of London is that "many a mickle makes a muckle." Last year more than $2,365 was real ized by the sale of waste paper found in the streets, $695 by the sale of old tins found among the refuse, and $1,900 from the disposal of the refuse from orderly bins. , _._, - ■ v Has Caught Fancy of Paris— The One-Piece Walking Suit . 'V Or.e-piece walking suit of copper-colored charmeuse with narrow lace collar. HOW TO WHITEN THE THROAT Lemon Juice or a Ripe Tomato Will RemO"» Anv Disro'cratiorw— Alcohol to Harden. Shapeliness is not all that is neces sary to the making of a throat beauti ful. The texture of the skin must be fine and soft, white and unblemished. Cleanliness is the first essentia!. A good thorough scrubbing with a not too soft brush, hot water and soap, once or twice a week, will do no harm, the rest Df the time using the ordinary cloth. Apply lemon juice or a ripe tomato to. any discolorations that may appear, and unless the pores are enlarged, use cold cream freely. Alcohol will harden the flesh. As for the various bleaches, there are some that are harmless, except insofar as they invariably are drying, which ultimately leaves the skin harsh and brash. Here is one that can easily be made at home, but. like the others, it is drying, so be sure to counteract this effect by applying cold cream after using it. Mix half an ounce of perox ide of hydrogen, six ounces of witch hazel and half an ounce of lactic acid. Apply this with a soft cloth. DAINTY SUMMER DRESS. A summer dress of white lace em-1 broidered in yellow with underskirt of white charmeuse. Belt of yellow taffeta. i - Wardrobe Box. A space saver is the wardrobe box which fits under the bed. This box is suspended from two metal arms, or bars, which are affixed to the bed. This makes it possible to draw the bqx in and out without trouble. The box' does not touch the floor, so there is no possibility of dust accumu lating under it, and the bed, with the box in position, may be moved at will. The boxes, which are provided with hinged covers, come in different sizes and are designed for different pur poses. MUST BE HAND EMBROIDERED The Proper Thing for Both White and Colored Linen Parasols—Wide Variety of Designs. White and colored linen parasols show hand embroidery. They are mounted with ivory or bone handles and tips or with light natural or pol ished wood handles and brass-pointed tips. Some of them are finished about the edge with fringe, some with a plain hem and some with an embroidered scallop. A wade variety of* designs is i shown in embftiidered parasols. Satin stitch, eyelet work and outlining are used in combination to produce both ornate and simple effects. Almost all parasols are made with eight panels, and half a dozen skeins of cotton are needed for embroidering each panel with a design of moderate size; five or six dozen skeins, therefore, would be sufficient for any parasol. The big department stores make up the em broidered panels into parasols and sell sticks and frames. FLOWERS THAT MATCH FROCK One of the Prettiest Fancies of Many Seasons Is the Adornment Thus Effected. What a real pleasure women missed when they were too prim to tuck a bunch of flowers into their frocks, or too, fearful lest the stalks should stain their pretty raiment. Nowadays flowers are the finishing touch of every toilette, and some wom en give orders to their florists or their gardeners for a bouquet twice or thrice a day to match the gowns they intend to wear. In the evening it is usual to wear a single and very exquisite blossom, the work of human hands. A giant rose, a mammoth poppy, an orchid—all are popular. Strange fantasies in mater ial are employed; here a lace flower tipped with fur, and there one made of hand painted mousseline, a marvelous copy of nature’s own handiwork. Lace Blouses. Lace will be a feature of the coming summer, and the heavy lace blouse will be once more Indispensable. For some time cluny, Irish point, and Bruges have been neglected, and now they are to be revived; not in pure white, but to a deep ochre tint. I have seen one In a combination of Irish and cluny made in kimbno fash ion, with the sleeves half way down the arm in black satin. These sleeves do not reach much beyond the elbow, and the Introduction of the black satin near the skin gives a new touch to the lace blouse. A slim white throat looks welt uncovered, and the new blouses are made without collar bands, as were most of the bodices last winter. But where the throat is marked, it as as well to cover It with transparent net. Crepe Waists. A college girl who wore cotton crepe waists to save her laundry bills, had difficulty in rendering them wearable at first, as they were too limp If not starched at all and, If starched, wring ing them made the starch uneven, says the Modern Priscilla. She ex perimented until she found that by washing them in thin starch and hang ing them up to drain on a coat hang- v er, without wringing, they were ex actly right. Cromwell Collar. The Cromwell is the name given tc a linen collar which is mounted on an upstanding band. The collar falls over the 'band. It is trimmed on one side ^ with linen-covered buttons, while but tonholes are worked at corresponding places on the other side of the collar.