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LADY DUFF.GORDON, the famou. "Luei!e" of
' London, and fortmoit crctlor of fubloni In ln
: world, writt each week tho faihion article for
(hit pewtptper, patenting all that it newest and'beil la
elyler for weil-drewed women.
.Lady Duff-Gordon's Pan tittbliinment briup bar
into clota touch with that centra of faihion.
Ladr Dull-Gordon's American etlabluhment I at
No. 37 and 39 Wel Fifryiavtath ttreal. New York.
Tim Newts Pari! Hmtmh, a
Pearly Three-Foot Ptoses
Fiwtenvd a Ptrk
By Lady Duff-Gordon
HERB 1 an old Hindoo prov
orb of which I often think
when I am designing some
particularly delightful bat
for ono of my clients. It bangs over
the flreplaeo In an old bazaar In
Delhi; "Woman lose her eottl when
he puti a hat on her head. For
4hU reason did Allah mako her last"
It in common with moat women,
have atten wondered why Allah
made woman last. It has always
earned to me that we might Just as
well have been made first, and that
man might better have been made
from our rib. Uut never have I
thought that hats had anything to do
with the making of us, until I saw
that quaint motto.
In harking back through ancient
and modern history I can recall in
stances when woman lost her soul
when ehe put Jowels on her body, but
never have I known of an Instance
where the hat on one's head meant
the lose of one's soul. Hats have
been known to mankind almost slnco
the world began. Oood old Mother
Eve perhaps did not And a hat on
the Tree of Knowledge when sho
found her fig leaf, but In 6t Paul's
time we know that women wore real
hats,, for were they not warned that
they ebould sot enter places of wor
ship with uncovered heads?
tn some countries bats are a marit
of caste. In Spain, for example, only
women of gentle birth and of educa
tion wear them. The peasants and
servant go bareheaded or wear
shawls. Hindoo ladles do not wear
fasts. How can they, when they are
Imbued with the spirit of this motto?
But 1 seem to have wandered far
from floppy flapper hats. It was be-
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"Flopper"
Hat
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Black
Velvet.
loss, elaborate dbagonsi
This ia a season Jwt near far the
small bat Tho fashions are Jast in
the making, and many of the shapes
brought forth will to shortlived. But
tho three I am sending you are, !
think, built on lines which will
"carry" well nntll tho snow flies.
Two of these models are of the close
fitting type. One of moss green Tel
vet has an upstanding crown of the
velvet, with a broad chou of black
mallno across tho back. This chou
Is placed on the bias, and 1s flat Ae
you will see, tho brim of thl hat fits
closely around tfao faco.
I particularly Ilka the Uttie affair
of dark blue volour, with tho wide
spread wings across the front This
I have named tho Eaglet's hat it In
spires mo so with the feeling of
youth and the youthful desire to
stretch one's wings.
The flat hat of black velvet wlt&
tho upturned brim and the down
turned fancy Is exceedingly well bal
anced. It Is a hat moro suitable for
afternoon wear then the other two,
but may also bo worn with a tailored
gown. Theso hata are, I think, de
lightfully suited to tho piquant typo
of face and flguro that we associate
with the girls you In tho. United
States call "Flappers."
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Green
Velvet.
cause ot these fascinating little af
fairs, howevor, that I wandered st
far afield. In the world of fashion
hats a hats are not the mark ot
caste, nor of wealth either, but hats
as creations are. There is as great
a, difference between bats and "cre
ations" as between paste pearls and
real ones. Many hats are merely
bead coverings, but some pf the re
cent hats that i have seen here In
Paris are, tndeed, creations. Verily
might a woman spend her last cent
for them, and who knows, perhaps
the Hindoo proverb la right Pen
haps a woman might lose hereout for
some of them.
I have, however, selected four
no, three that I nope will please
you, although I cannot call them
"soul losers," as they aro chosen
from a group of less expensive and
A LAPSE OF MEMORY.
By MOLLIS KENNEDY.
- ALLO, List- said & rough but
f I friendly voice, "what's. upr
Lis. Walker, Who had
slightly reeled, her face having
grown' pale, caught hold ot ft. chair,
righted -herself, .sat down, and In a.
tetnute, looked up at the- other girl
wjth short, laugh.
"Cffothlng, -thanks.- she said.
Turned a bit dtzsy, that's all.
Enough to make one, -this beastly
stuffy shop."
"You're .right," said her companion,
shrugging har shoulders'. It's a beast
ly hole) but what's tho uset' Ones
out of a lob, therer you aTe. Might as
well stop there. Kentish Town Is
bad enough, X grant you, but I'vo
known worse plaoes. I can tell you."
The" two girls dusted the shop and
llttlt was said, but as Lis was rear
ranging the" counter she turned sud
denly to her companion.
"I wish somebody 'ud leave mo
20." she said.
The other' girl laughed.
"Bo do X" ah said, -but what's tho
usoT Taln't likely to happen t and. be
sides, wishes never come true. What
ud you do. Lis, with twenty pounds
If you got UT Buy. smart olothesr
"Furniture," she said, and her
cheeks flushed pink,
"Oood Lor!" cried the other. "Well,
you are a queer 'un. that you are.
Though, to be sure, when you're keep
ing company X suppose It stands to
reason you want to get married and
settls down."
Lis nodded.
"Hallo, who's thlsr she cried, as a
little, wlsened-looklng old man stum
bled Into the shop and looked rath or
most Imploringly j . then as suddenly
his face tit up.
"Ah," he said, "you'll do. Mayhs.
you can tell, me. Tou look 'kind.
You'll help mo to find t again."
"Find whatr asked gently,
frowning at the other girl, who was,
laughing In tho background. "What
have you lost?"
"Myself." bo .said, slraply. "J. don't
know where X belong."
Heedless of the .other girl's Jeers,
Us led the old man. to a seat, where
he sank down with a sigh and took
oft his hat laying It on tl floor bo
aide him.
Lis took the old man home. In
stalling htm In the little back room
at Mrs. Dlnns'e, for which ehe agreed
to pay three arid elxpenoe a week.
Mrs. Blnns promising to supply htm
with a oup of tea and to cook the
simple food the girl provided. At first
Jim. her flanoo, was Inollned to resont
tho arrangement Jim was of a frugal
disposition, and looked carefully at
every penny he spent and he was as
anxious as -Lis for their marriage to
take place soon. Dut even Jim was
won over. .
IIE DISAPPDAttS.
"Maybe It will be only for a few
days, till his memory comes back,"
said Lis bopofully. "If we, let him go
to the workhouse, there's no telling
what would happen to him."
But tn less than a week he disap
peared. A week later North London was
astounded by a series of clever rob
beries, which were carried out with
consummate skill and great daring,
the thieves In every case getting
away with their spoil. Two or threo
big private houses wero ranaaccea.
despairingly around with a dased air. ver and jewelry stolen, and several
of tho large anops w .
A fortnight later Lis slipped In the
street falling over a banana, skin.
and In falling sprained her ankle.
lie did not attempt to sit down, but
.stared round and round tho shop,
walking from corner to corner, until
finally one ot the girls aocosted him.
a auEun MAN.
"Tea, sir." she said, smartly, "and
what would you llkeT
He came sharply to a standstill,
looked at her keenly, his dull eyes
brightened and as suddenly dimmed
again. Then he shook his head.
"Ho, no," he said, tn a weak, quav
ering voice: "you won't do, No, not
at alt Tou won't do,"
The girl laughed.
"Lor'l" she sa)d; "oh, Lort Just
listen to this. Lit Here's a queer
little card. X billcvo he's a bit oft
his head. What do you say?"
Lis came forward, and the little
"A matter ot three weeks," said the
doctor bluntly, and tho eyes of the
poor girl titled with tears. How
would her savings stand such a
stralnT
Yt one morning as she lay there
she had an unexpected visitor. It
was the little old man. apparently as
feeble and helpless as before. Ho
shook hla head to all Inquiries that
were made, smiled In the same vague
way, and Intimated as he sat down
that he had come to stay. Lis could
have cried with vexation then, al
though she was sorry. It was when
good,--neighborly Mrs. Blnns came In
that Jhe owned she was "fair beat"
"I can't turn him away, Mrs. Blnns,
seeing as how he trusts me to look
after him can I, now?" she said.
Old man lonkod t har aBvorlv- al-"KttlL It do im a worry.'
.Mrs. Blnns lo6ked at him. So was,
smlltng feebly.
"Look' here," sho said, "ho c&n have
that little-room again, -and X Won't
charge you nothing till you're bettor.
Beer f
A STjnPRISE.
The. girl -thanked her," and Mrs.
Blnns went offj &ut In a few minutes
the old man rose! and, heedless of
what Lis said, made for the door.
She-could do nothing to hinder him,
but when tho door closed shrugged
hpr shoulders.
"Oh. well, he'll come 'back, he
said, and then her eyes fell upon a
little brown paper parcel boskle the
sofa on which she sat
"What's thlsr she said. T won
der It It belongs to the old man."
But picking It up, she saw her own
name Inscribed on tho Inside, and tho
package bore her address.
"Well." she eald, "evidently It's
meant for me. after all," and tore oft
the paper wrapper. A small card
board box was inside, and this was
carefully tied up with string and
sealed in soveral places
-Dear me,' she said, "It looks as
though something ot Importance was
here, doesn't 11?"
But as she opened the Ud and saw
the contents sue uttered a cry. Tho
bcx was full of banknotes, carefully
folded. Bhe took them out and
counted them. There was a hundred
and twenty pounds, and boneath thorn
a folded scrap ot paper. Opening this
she readt
"Here are the twenty pounds you
wished for, and a little more. . Get
married as soon as you can, and be
as happy as you deserve.
"A WELL-WIflHEn."
Their quiet wedding took place at
the parish church a short time af
terwards, but It was while they were
away on their honeymoon that the
startling denouement took place. One
morning Jim had gone out as usual
to buy a paper, and Lis was singing
to lie re el' as sho hovered about
the breakfast table, when she was
startled by Jim suddenly breaking In
upon her, flourishing the newspaper.
"I say. Lis," he cried, "tho mystery.
Is solved at last"
"What mystery r sho crlsd. "What,
ever do you mean, JlmT"
Laying the paper flat on the table
he pointed to the portrait ot an old
man.
"See thatr ho eriea. "Know Whe
that is Llsr
Sho stared at It for a moment or
two In silence.
"Lor!" she chled. "why It's the poor
old man."
"Poor old man be .blowedf cried
Jim. "That's Dotty Dtok, the most
clever crook In London.
"And I thought him a poor man,
said Lis ad!y. "Oh dear, what do
celvers men are, to be aure."-
Jlm laughed.
"We're not all alike," he said, "and
a very good thing too If you hadn't
took pity on htm, thinking him a
poor, old chap, X daresay we shouldn't
have been married now."
"Then I'm glad. Jim." she said: "alt
th same. I'm sorry he was a thlet
He soemed such a nice, qutet, bariQ
less, sort ot an old man."
