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The Adventures of Kathlyn HAROLD MAC GRATH Illustrated by Pictures from the Mo vine Picture Production of the Still Polyscope Co. lOoRrxigkt hr Baeuld MacGntb) / SYNOPSIS. Kathlyn Hare, believing her father. Col. 31s;e. in peril, has summoned her, leaves ■her home In California to go to him In Ailaha. India. Umballa, pretender to the th*me of that principality, has imprisoned the colonel, named by the late king as his heir. ITpon her arrival In Allaha Kathlyn Is informed by Umballa that, her father being dead, she Is to be queen and must marry him forthwith. Because of her re fusal she Is sentenced to undergo two or deals with wild beasts. John Bruce, an American, saves her life. The elephant which carries her from the scene of her trials runs away, separating her from the rest of the party. After a ride filled with peril- Kathlyn takes refuge In a ruined temple but her haven Is also the abode of a lior. and sho Is forced to flee from it. She finds a retreat In the Jungle, only to fall into the hands of slave trad «rs. who bring her to Allaha to the Bwhlle mart. She Is sold to Umballa, Who, finding her still unsubmissive, throws her into the dungeon with her father. Bruce and his friends effect the release of Kathlyn and the colonel, and the fugitives are given shelter In the pal ace of Bala Khan. Supplied with camels and servants by that hoapltable prince, the party endeavors to reach the coast, nut is overpowered by a band of bri gands, and the encounter resultp In the colonel being delivered to Umballa. Kath lyn and Bruce escape from their captcjs and return to Allaha, where Kathlyn learns that her father, while nominally king, is in reality a prisoner. Kathlyn .rescues him and once more they steal away from Allaha. but return when they Jeam that Winnie. Kathlyn's young sis ter. has come to India. Umballa makes, her a prisoner. She Is crowned queen ofl Allaha. CHAPTER XVI—Continued. In the bazaars they began to laugh at Umballa and his coronations, or durbars. They began to jest at his fu tile efforts to crown some one through -whom he could put his greedy hand Into the treasury. Still, they found plenty of amusement and excitement And so they filled the square in front of the platform when Umballa put the crown on Winnie's head. How long would this queen last? And Kathlyn, her father and Bruce were forced to witness the event from behind the cordon of guards, dressed In native costume, their faces stained, and their hearts swelling with impo tent anger and despair. For it was in such guise they had returned to Al laha During a lull In the ceremonies a resonant voice from out the dense throng cried: "Give us a queen of our blood and race, thou black, gutter born dog'” Ramabai started at the sound of thal ■voice, but caught himBelf before ho looked In the direction from whence It rose. It belonged to one Lai Singh. Umballa scowled, but gave no other ■ign that he heard But a guard dived Into the crowd: uselessly, however. Kathlyn touched Ramabal's arm. "O. I must speak to her!" "Be careful, memsahib!” he warned. But even as she spoke she stepped gtast him. toward her beloved sister, and offered the flowers she held. Winnie, not dreaming that this dark 'veiled creature was her sister, smelled jthe flowers and beheld a card which bad writing on It—English! "Courage! Father and I have a plan (or your escape. Kathlyn.” CHAPTER XVII. V mballa began to go about cheerful |y He no longer doubted his star. Gutter bom. was he? A rat from the streets? Very well; there were rats and rats, and some bit so deep that pet'pie died of it. He sometimes doubted the advisability of permitting Colonel Hare's headman Ahmed to it'am about; the rascal might in the «ud i-reye too sharp. Still it was not m bad idea to let Ahmed believe that lie walked in security. All Umballa •wanted was the colonel. Kathlyn and the young hunter. Bruce. It would be Ahmed, grown careless, who would eventually lead him or his spies to the biding place. That the trio were In the city Um jbalia did Dot doubt in the least, nor that they were already scheming to liberate the younger sister. All his en emies where he could put his hand on them! Cheerful was the word. The crust of civilization was thin; the true savage was cracking out through tL. In the days of the mutiny Umballa would have been the Nana Sahibs tight hand. He would have given the tragedy at Cawnpcre an extra touch. Ten thousand rupees did not go far among soldiers whose arrears called for ten times that sum. So he placed it where it promised to do the most good It was a capital idea, this of cut ting Hamabal's throat with bis own ■noney. The lawless element among the troope was his. Umballa s; at least bis long enough for the purpose be had In mind. When the multitude round the plat form dissolved and Winnie »'as led to tier chamb-r in the zenana. L'mballa treat-d himself to a beverage known as the king s peg—a trifle composed of brand; and champagne That he drank to stupefaction was God's meth od of protecting that night an innocent child—for Winnie was not much more than that. Alone dazed and terrified, she dropped down upon the cushions and art ad herself to Bleep—exactly as fcEathlyn had done. In the morning she awoke to find tea and food. She had beard no one enter or leave. Glancing Curiously round her prison of marble pnd jasper and porphyry, she discov ered a slip of white paper protruding through a square la the latticed win dow which opened out toward the gar den of bridee. Hope roused her into activity. She nn to the window and snatched the peper uacarly. It was from Kathlyn, ferting Kit. The risk with which It tad been placed in the latticed window never occurred to Winnie. The note Informed her that the worn of IT a Winnie must complain d ask tor the doctor, but | not berore the morning or the foliow [ lng day. So far as she, Kathlyn, could learn, Winnie would be left in peace till the festival of the car of Jugger naut. Ill, she would not be forced to attend the ceremonies, the palace would be practically deserted and then Kathlyn would appear. This news plucked up Winnie’s spir its considerably. Surely her father and Kit were brave and cunning enough to circumvent Umballa. What a frightful country! What a dreadful people! She was miserable over the tortures her father had suffered, but nevertheless she held him culpable for not telling both her and Kit all and not half a truth. A basket of gems! She and Kit did not wish to be rich, only free and happy. And now her own folly in coming would but add to the miseries of her loved ones. Ahmed had told her of the two or deals, the black dungeon, the whip ping; he had done so to convince her that she must be eternally on her guard, search carefully into any propo sition laid before her, and play for time, time, for every minute she won meant a minute nearer her ultimate freedom. She must promise to marry Umballa, but to set her own date. Unlike Kathlyn, who had Pundita to untangle the intricacies of the bastard Persian. Winnie had to depend wholly upon sign language; and the inmates of the zenana did not give her the re spect and attention they had given to Kathlyn. Kathlyn was a novelty; Win nie was not. Besides, one of them watched Winnie constantly, because the bearded scoundrel had attracted I her fancy and because she hoped to ' enchain his. So the note from Kathlyn did not pass unnoticed, though Winnie be 1 lieved she was without espionage. Kathlyn, her father, Bruce, Rama bai and Pundita met at the colonel's bungalow, and with Ahmed’s help they (thrashed out the plan to rescue Win nie. Alone, the little sister would not be able to find her way out of the gar : den of brides. It was Kathlyn’s idea ! to have Winnie pretend she needed air and sunshine and a walk in the gar ( den after the doctor’s visit The res cue would be attempted from the walls. Juggernaut, or Jagannath in Hindus tani (meaning Lord of the World), was an idol so hideously done in wood that the prince of hell would have ta ken it to be the personification of a damned soul could he have glimpsed it in the temple of AUaha. The god’s face was black, his lips and mouth hor ribly and significantly red; bis eyes were polished emeralds, his arms were of gilt his body like that of a toad. His temporal reign in Allaha was some where near four hundred years, and no doubt his emerald eyes had seen a crimson trail behind his car as many hundred times. He was married frequently. Some poor, benighted, fanatical woman would pledge herself and would be considered with awe till she died. But in these times no one flung himself under the car; nothing but the incense of crushed flowers now followed his wake. His grin, however, was the same as of old. Wood, paint, gilt and emeralds! Well, we enlightened Euro | peans sometimes worship these very j things, though we Indignantly deny it Outside the temple stood the car. fantastically carved, dull with rubbed j gold leaf. You could see the sockets where horrid knives had once glittered in the sunlight. Xerxes no doubt Kathlyn Plana to Rescue Her 8later. founded his war chariots upon this idea. The wheels, si* In number, two In front and two on each side, were solid, broad, and heavy, capable of smoothing out a corrugated winter road. The superstructure was an or nate shrine, which contained the idol on its peregrinations to the river. About the car were the devotees, some holding the ropes, others watch ing the entrance to the temple. Pres ently from the temple came the gurus, or priests, bearing the Idol. With mush reverence they placed the Idol within the shrine, the pilgrims took hold firmly of the ropes, and the car rattled and thundered on its way to the river. Of Juggernaut and his car more anon. The street outside the garden of brides was In reality no thoroughfare, though natives occasionally made use of it as a short cut into town. There fore no one observed the entrance ol an elephant, which stopped close tc the wall, seemingly to melt into the drab of it- On his back, however, the howdah was conspicuous. Behind the curtains Kathlyn patiently waited. She was about to turn away in despair when through the wicker gate she saw Winnie, attended by one of the zenana girls, enter the garden. It seemed as if her will reached out to bring Winnie to the wall and to hold the other young woman where she was. But the two sat in the center of the garden, the thoughts of each far away. The attendant felt no worry In bring ing Winnie into the garden. A cry from her lips would bring a dozen guards and eunuchs from the palace. And the white girl could not get out alone. More than this, she gave Win nie liberty In order to trap her if pos sible. By and by the native girl pretended to feel drowsy in the heat of the sun, and her head fell forward a trifle. It was then that Winnie heard a low whistle, an old familiar whistle such as she and Kit had used once upon a time in playing "a spy.” She sat up rigidly. It was hard work not to cry out. Over the wall the drab trunk of an elephant protruded, and something white fluttered into the garden. Winnie rose. The head of the native girl came up instinctively; but as Win nie leisurely strolled toward the pal ace, the head sank again. Winnie turned and wandered along the walls, apparently examining the flowers and vines, but all the while moving nearer and nearer to the bit of white paper which the idle breeze stirred back and forth tentatively. When she reached the spot she stooped and plucked some flowers, gathering up the paper as she did so. And, still in the stooping pos ture, she read the note, crumpled It, and stuffed it into a hole in the wall. Poor child! Every move had been watched as a cobra watches its prey. She was to pretend illness at once. PlanB had been changed. She stood up. swayed Bllghtly, and staggered back to the seat. In truth, she was pale enough, and her heart beat so fast that she was horribly dizzy. “A doctor!” she cried, forgetting that she would not be understood. The native girl stared at her. She did not understand the words, but the signs were enough. The young white woman looked ill: and Umballa would deal harshly with those who failed to stem the tide of any illness which might befall his captive. There was a commotion behind the fretwork of the palace. Three other girls came out, and Winnie was conducted back to the zenana. Alt tms Katniyn oDservea. sne Daae the mahout go to the house of the zenana’s doctor, where she donned the habiliments familiar to the guards and Inmates of the zenana. Everything went forward without a hitch; so smoothly that had the object of her visit been other than Winnie Kathlyn must have sensed something unusual. She entered the palace and even led the way to Winnie’s chamber —a fact which appeared natural enough to the women about but which truly alarmed Umballa’s spy, who im mediately set off in search of the man. One thing assured her; the hands of the zenana's real physician were broad and muscular, while the hands she saw were slender and beautiful, brown though they were. She had seen those hands before, during the episode of the leopards of the treasury. It was very hard for Kathlyn to curb the wild desire to crush Winnie in her arms, arms that truly ached for the feel of her. Even as she fought this desire she could not but admire Win nie's superb acting. To have come all this way alone in search of them, un familiar with the customs and the lan guage of the people! How she had succeeded in getting here without mis hap was in itself remarkable. She took Winnie’s wrist in her hand and pressed it reassuringly, then put tered about in her medical bag. Very softly she whispered: "I shall remain with you till dusk. Give no sign whatever that you know me, for you will be watched. Tonight I will smuggle you out of the palace. Take these, and soon pretend to be quieted.” Winnie swallowed the bits of sugar and lay back. Kathlyn signified that she wished to be alone with her pa tient. Once alone with Winnie, she cast aside her veil. “O. Kit!” “Hush, baby! We are going to get you safely away.” “I am afraid.” bo are we all; but we must not let anyone see that we are. Father and Ahmed are near by. But oh, why did you attempt to find us?” "But you cabled me to come, weeks ago!" "1? Never!” And the mystery was no longer a mystery to Kathlyn. The hand of Umballa lay bare. Could they eventually win out against a man who seemed to miss no point in the game? “You were deceived, Winnie. To think of it! We had escaped, were ready to sail for home, when we learned that you had left for India. It nearly broke our hearts.” “Whatever shall we do, Kit?" Win nie flung her arms round her sister and drew her down. “My Kit!” “We must be brave, whatever hap pens.” “And am I not your sister?” quietly. “Do you believe in me so little? Why shouldn’t I be brave? But you’ve al ways treated me like a baby; you never tried to prove me.” Kathlyn’s arms wound themselves tightly about the slender form. . . . And thus Umballa found them. “Very touching!” he said, standing with his back to the door. "But nice ly trapped!" He laughed as Kathlyn sprang to her feet, as her hand sought the dagger at her side. “Don’t draw it,” he said. “I might hurt your arm in wrenching it away from you. Poor little fool! Back into the cage, like a homing pigeon! Had I not known you all would return, think you 1 would have given up the chase so easily? You would not bend, so then you must break. The god Juggernaut yearns for a sacrifice to prove that we still love and worship him. You spurned my love; now you shall know my hate. You shall die, unpleasantly.” Quickly as a cat springs he caught her hands and wrenched them toward him, dragging her toward the door. Winnie sprang up from the cushions, her eyes ablaze with the fighting spirit Too soon the door dosed in her face and she beard the bolt outside go slithering home. Said Umballa from the corridor: "To you, pretty kitten, 1 shall come later. I need you for my wife. When I return you will be all alone in the world, truly an orphan. And do not make your eyes red needlessly.” Winnie screamed and Kathlyn fought with the fury of a netted tigress. For a few minutes Umballa had his hands full, but in the end he conquered. Outside the garden of brides three m6n waited in vain for the coming of Kathlyn and her sister. The god Juggernaut did not repose in his accustomed niche in the temple that night. The car had to be pulled up and down a steep hill, and on the return, owing to the darkness, it was left at the top of the hill, safely propped to prevent its rolling down of its own accord. When the moon rose Juggernaut's eyes gleamed like the striped cat's. Long since he had sepn a human sacrifice. Perhaps the old days would return once more. He was weary at heart riding over sickly The Car of Juggernaut. flowers; he wanted flesh and bones and the music of the death rattle. His cousins. War and Pestilence, still took their tithes. Why should he be de nied? The whispering became a murmur ing, and the murmuring grew into ex citable chattering; and by ten o’clock that night all the bazaars knew that the ancient rites of Juggernaut were to be revived that night. The bazaars had never heard of Nero, called Aheno barbus, and, being without compari sons, they missed the greatness of their august but hampered regent Um balla. Always the bazaars heard news be fore any other part of the city. The white memsahib was not dead, but had been recaptured while posing as the zenana physician in an attempt to rescue her sister, the new queen. Oh, the chief city of Allaha was in the matter of choice and unexpected amusements unrivaled In all Asia. Yes, Umballa was not unlike Nero— to keep the populace amused so they would temporarily forget their bur dens. But why the sudden appearance of soldiers, who stood guard at every exit, compelling the inmates of the bazaars not to leave their houses? Al, ail Why this secrecy, since they knew what was going to take place? But the soldiers, ordinarily voluble, main tained grim silence, and even went so far as to extend the bayonet to all those who tried to leave the narrow streets. "An affair of state!” was all the na tives could get in answer to their in quiries. Men came flocking to the roofs. But the moonshine made all things ghostly. The car of the god Juggernaut was visible, but what lay in its path could not be seen. Umballa was not popular that night But this was a private affair. Well he knew the ingenuity and resources of his enemies at large. There would be no rescue this night. Kathlyn Mem sahib should die; this time he deter mined to put fear into the hearts of the others. Having drunk bis king’s peg, he was well fortified against any personal qualms. The passion he had bad for Kathlyn was dead, dead as he wanted her to be. Whom the gods destroy they first make mad; and Umballa was mad. The palanquin waited in vain out side the wall of the garden of bride*— waited till a ripple of the news eddied about the conveyance in the shape of a greatly agitated Lei Singh. "He hi really going to kill her!” be panted. “He lured her to her sister's side, then captured her. She is to be placed beneath the ear of Juggernaut within an hour. It is to be done so | cretly. The people are guarded and held in the baxaars. Ahmed, with aa elephant and armed keepers, will be here shortly. I have warned him. Um balla runs amuck!” Suddenly they heard voices in the gardens first Umballa’s, then Kathlyn’s Sinister portents to the ears of the listeners, father and lover and loyal friends. The former were for break ing jnto the garden then and there; but a glance through the wicket gate disclosed the fact that Umballa and Kathlyn were surrounded by fifteen 01 twenty soldiers. And they dared not fire at Umballa for fear of hitting Kathlyn. The palanquin waa hastily carried out of sight At the end of the passage or street nearest the town was a gate which was seldom closed. Through this one had to pass to and from the city Going through this gate, one could make the hill (where the car of Jug gernaut stood) within fifteen minutes, while a detour round the walls of the ancient city would consume three quarters of an hour. Umballa ordered the gate to be closed and stationed a guard there. The gates clanged be hind him and Kathlyn. This time he was guarding every entrance. If his enemies were within they would naturally be weak in numbers; out side, they would find it extremely diffi cult to make an entrance. More than this, he had sent a troop toward the colonel’s camp. The gates had scarcely been closed when Ahmed, hts elephant and his i armed keepers came Into view. The I men Bent Pundita back to camp, and the actual warfare began. They ap proached the gate, demanding to be al lowed to pass. The soldiers refused Instantly the keepers'flung themselves furiously upon the soldiers. The trooper who held the key threw It over the wall just before he was overpow ered. But Ahmed had come prepared. I From out the howdah he took a heavy leather pad, which he adjusted over the fore skull of the elephant, and gave a command. The skull of the elephant Is thick Hunters will tell you that bullets glance oil It as water from the back of a duck. Thus, protected by the leather pad, the elephant becomes a formida ble battering ram, backed up by tons of weight. Only the solidity of stones may stay him. Ahmed's elephant shouldered through the gates grandly. For alt the resist ance they offered that skull they might have been constructed or papier mache. Through the dust they hurried. Whenever a curious native got in the way the butt of a rifle bestirred him out of it Umballa had lashed Kathlyn to a sapling which was laid across the path of the car. The man was mad, star^ mad, this night Even the soldiers and the devotees surrounding the car were terrified. One did not force sac rifices to Juggernaut One soldier had protested and he lay at the bottom of the hill, his skull crushed. The others, pulled one way by greed of money and love of life, stirred no hand. But Kathlyn Memsahlb did not die under the broad wheels of the car of | Juggernaut. So interested in Umballa were his men that they forgot the vigilance required to conduct such a ceremony free of interruption. A crackling of shots, a warning cry to drop their arms, the plunging of an elephant in the path of the car, which was already thundering down the hill, spoiled Umballa's classic. (TO BE CONTINUED.) STOPPED AT THE WHISTLE Hand-Organ People Obeyed Police man’* Order, and Afterward Led the Procession. When the policeman at a Broad way crossing blew his whistle to hold up the traffic on the cross street for a minute or two and let the north and south streams flow It so hap bappened that there was coming along the cross street, bound west, a piano organ on wheels drawn by a man and a woman. At the moment the policeman blew his whistle this hand organ had come Just to the edge of the north and south sidewalk crossing on the east side of Broadway, and at the sound It held up of course, for the organ folks know and obey the traffic signals just as the drivers do. Then there the hand organ stood, with vehicles of all sorts banking up behind it It seemed odd to see this hand organ standing there, heading a long, halted procession of trucks and wagons. In a minute the policeman raised his whistle to his lips again, and in stantly the organ folks, who had kept their eyes on him all the time just as the drivers do, tugged at the shafts of their outfit and started in rolling. They were off, with that long line of trucks and wagons, already in motion, following.—New York Times. Uncle Eben. "De man dat wastes his time brag gin’," said Unde Eben, “is like an ingine dat uses np all his steam on de whistle." SHOW NO FEELING OF ENVY Unselfish Attitude of the Poor Toward Pleasures They Can’t Par ticipate In. There Is something strangely pa thetic in the unselfishness with which the poor regard the pleasures of the rich. Consider the university boat race. One might expect thd over worked clerk and the underpaid la borer to resent the time and money spent upon training a few expensive and unprofitable athletes. What we find is a spontaneous national enthu siasm, a concentration upon results which cannot practically affect in any way the concentrating enthusiast People care about the boat race be cause it Is a sport, a game, because its issue is uncertain—not because they bet on it although they do. So even with the Derby, where the bet ting is a much larger factor. But how much more really sporting If all these selfless souls who cheer and gamble could be riding and racing on their own account! . . . Our own betting laws sire objectionable in eo far as they discriminate unfair ly between the methods at the rich and those of the poor, but in princi ple the nwtrictioo of gambling oppor tunities seems a good thing to many who are not extravagantly puritanical. Only it remains true that the proper cure for such social evils as betting is not prohibition bat diversion.—New Statesman. To Mend Celluloid Articles. Wet the edges with glacial acetic add and press them close together for a few minutes. Dancing Frock of Taffeta and Lace NET-TOP laces over foundation skirts of tafTeta silk are so excel lent for making dancing frocks that the girl who is devoted to dancing can not make a better choice of materials. The tafTeta is just crisp enough and the lace has just body enough to keep a dancing gown from becoming crushed and “sleazy-looking," and taf feta seems somehow especially well suited to youthful wearers. It is an unpretentious material with a shining surface which looks particularly well under laces. The Quaker, or shadow laces, if se lected in the right patterns, look just as well as the net laces and are a lit tle less in price. All of them are reasonable enough. A very fine model for a party gown is shown in the picture. The under skirt of taffeta is cut full enough for dancing, with a slight flare. There is a full ruche of the taffeta bos-plaited about the bottom. Three flounces of lace are set on the skirt with only moderate fullness. There is a narrow box-plaiting of taffeta at the head of each one of the two lower flounces. The upper flounce terminates in the waist line. In the very simple draped bodice, the taffeta silk is draped over the lace underbodice, reversing the order of things in the skirt. The lace extends beyond the silk, forming a short sleeve drapery for the arms and a chemisette at the front of the bodice. The bodice and skirt are joined at the waist line. A very wide girdle and sash is made of the taffeta. It is laid in folds about the waist and extends from just be low the bust to a few inches below the normal waist line. It is kept in shape with stays tacked to the front, sides and back, on the underside. The ends cross at the right and are brought down below the waist at the back where the sash is finished with two big loons without ends. For the too slender girl an under bodice of plain net with long sleeves or one of chiffon, may be added to this dress. Sleeves and guimpe of chif fon over net are still better, and the arm may be made to look much more plump by shirring chiffon over a net foundation. The model is better adapted to slen der young girls than to others, and to the tall ffgure it is most becoming. Waved and Unwaved Coiffures NOT all of the new coifTures are waved and curled, but those that are not are rare enough to prove the rule that the new modes favor waves and curls about ninety-nine times out of a hundred. Both types are shown in the illustration, and both are beauti ful. but the waved coiffure is far more becoming to the average woman. A very smart and elegant arrange- j ment of waved and curled hair is shown in the figure at the right. For j she who is not the possessor of much j hair it is an ideal coiffure. To dress j it, the hair is waved all around the head and combed forward while the | back hair is combed up to the crown. ! twisted in a light coil and drawn through an opening in a light support or pad that is pinned to place. The ; back hair is then spread and pinned over the support. The waved hair is parted at one side j and brought back to the coil, where j the ends are either curled or pinned ' under. If the hair will not curl sue- ; cessfully or is very short, the small, soft curls may be bought ready to pin in. They are very light and naturally curly, and are used in many ways in the new styles. They are pinned down with invisible wire pins, making a fascinating finish along one side of the coil. At the left a coiffure is pictured ‘ suited to the woman who has plenty * of hair. If it is short and thin she will have to help out its length with a switch, but if it is long and thick no extra hair will be needed. The curious fact is that hair dressers pre fer scantier locks helped out with ac quired pieces, to very abundant natu ral tresses. In this coiffure the back hair is arranged in a French twist, which is spread out so that it looks soft, and pinned to place with small shelf pins. The front hair is -‘fluffed" and combed back in a pompadour, with the ends pinned under the coil. It is then parted in a very shallow part at the front and fastened with invisible pins in pretty, soft waves about the face. For the young woman with regular features it is a delightful style, show ing off the abundance of her own hair to the very best advantage. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. Smart Handkerchiefs. Colored handkerchiefs are being used. Made in fine linen to match the costume, if the color is light, to go with dark gowns the handkerchiefs must be vivid, such as red, orange, green or purple They are made of an exquisite quality of linen and hand hemstitched, the hems being about a quarter of an inch wide. The mono gram is embroidered in a darker shade than the handkerchief. Black Linings Used. It is interesting to note that black satin linings are being introduced on many of the new tailored models— on almost all the smart coats made of navy cloth or serge, and also on coats in light colors. There is something ▼ery attractive about a black satin lining in a serge suit of the classic order. Such a lining supplies the lit tle mannish touch which makes the suit original and a thing apart from the readymade costumes which are to be found in the stores. A little while ago every one wanted white eat in Inings; then it became the fashion to have fancy brocade or shot taffeta. Broadcloth and Satin. are much com bined. For instance, there will be . skirt of broadcloth with a bodice rf Mtin Plaid broadcloth is also used But It is plaided in dull, deen colore' These colors, which are employed In the season s plaids and stripes are in finitely more pleasing than the ^vid garish colors used last year. ^