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ADY DUFF.QORDON. the famout "Luti!" of
Lcndpn, and foreirioit creator of feihioni in t!
world, writu eiek wek (he fithmn ArhrU fn.
tht newspaper, presenting all that it newcit and best ia
tylei for well-dressed women.
Lady, Duff-Cordon't Paris establishmenl bring her
into close touch wilh that centre of faihion.
Lady Duff-Cordon't American establishment is at
Not. 37 and 39 Weil Fifly-seventh itreel. New York.
By Lady Duff-Gordon C'Lucile").
NOT only all the colors of the rainbow, tout all tho colors of the flower
j garden, arq to be seen this Spring to the wardrobe of the smart
Parisian. And so tho Spring flowers are ever delicately 'beautiful
and of a refreshing charm after tho- Winter, so are many of these flrst-to-he-seen
costume's. There are some gowns which make me think of cro
cuses, of tulips, of daffodils, and there1 are others which remind; onp ot the
tiger Illy and, passion flower of raid-Summer. Delicate, greens and subtle
yellows on a white ground predominate in most of tho new fabrics. There
are baskets of flowers woven la the liveliest ot taffetas, largo splashing
roses seemingly painted on chiffons and satins, -
There are some wonderful yellow silks, decorated with splashes of
pinks, reds, greens, -which resemble a bed of tulips. more than anything '
else I can think- of- .There areequally beautiful silks 1n roso, French blue
and pink, decorated with floral designs la contrasting colors. Thera'never
was a time when flower effects wore so popular.
Hats .any rimmed with flowers of every description, and oven the
lingerie sHo'W 'glimpses of rosebuds, llllesv of the 'valley and even field
floweret Yes, the' very latest thing In udder garments is the pettlcoat'of .
sheerest nainsook festooned with flowers to match thoso worn on. tho baf
rzm im&zrimtmm Swim
m Mffim . ; mmwm am l jam kuh
wmmw iMmmmmmdr tarn h- -nwm
The Crocus Robe of Mm I'l. 'B 1 H.il 1 V
I . Lcndpn. and foremoit creator of fashions in the White Lace and WM Mf7&, lHHmWL 1 SSWrK' 'SskJ LBaWf
The
Tulip
Gown
of
Yellow
Taffeta,
Splashed
with
Red.
or portrayed In the fabric of the gown. For instance, I
called on bride the other day and found her supsllatead
lag the patting away ot her trousseau. There were num--berlese
gowns, each one in Its perfumed bag, and how do
you auppose her maid, knew which gown was tio se
curely hidden In each hag?
The old-fashioned way was to fasten a sachet
made of the material of tho gown on tho out
side. ThlB little bride has a flower rep
resenting each gown. On the tag en
closing her -passion flower costume
is a large purple passion flower,
and so' on. And onothor
flower fad which this brlde
Is introducing interests ma
greatly. Instead ot hav
ing buckles on tho slippers
she wears with her dressy
gowns she has tiny sprays
of flowers. On her wad
ding slippers she wore
sprays of orange blossoms, on a Killarney rose gown made
for lntlmato at homes she wears Killarney rosebuds, ex
quisitely wrought in enamel. I think this a most charming
fad, and I send It to you as a Summor suggestion.
In the three costumes I have sent you this week you
will see that I have observed this flower fad. The "Cro
cus'," as I have named the perfectly adorable boudoir gown,
has a white lace foundation, or under robe, topped with a
mosf fetching little Jacket of flowered reen taffeta. The
cap Is in reality fashioned In. the form )f a crocus, but,
alas this does not show very clearly in the photograph.
In the "Tulip" costume there is an air of sophistica
tion which is plainly lacking in the Crocus, that flower of
innocence. Dull yellow taffeta is used tor the costume,
the red splashes being Indicated by the decorative girdle
and bands which form the revors on the coat. The odd
little hat has a modified crown ot the yellow taffeta, with
band ot red moire.
The "Primrose Is one of the simplest of morning
gowns, developed is a delightful satin faced broadcloth.
The uplifted skirt shows stockings and slippers ot foliage
green. The novel Jacket is girdled with foliage green
velvet The extremely low neck is a feature of the Spring
coats. The hat la a happy combination of the1 green and
pink. But why call this a primrose gown? Just because
It Is crisp and delicate in tone and because It made me
think of the primrose on the bank. But why I cannot telU
You will observe that never In former seasons has the
note of Spring, in form and variety of colors, been im
pressed with such fidelity upon the fashions. The oppor
tunity is one-.for such delicacy of tint and draperies so
ethereal that it seems a pity that Spring must so soon pass
4nto Summer.
s. POISON
BY
MISTAKE
K
EBP your chin up, old
chap I " exclaimed Frank
Arnold, tilting his chair
back and commencing to blow rings
with tho smoke ot his cigarette.,
Dick Forrostcr, to whom tho ad
vlco was offered, stood leaning
against tho mantolplece,. bis pipe In
Ills mouth, a gloomy expression on
his face.
"I'm getting fed up with keeping
my chin up on nothing," ho said. "I
wish you could havo a dose ot It
Hero am I, a fully fledged lawyer,
and never a brlof comes my way.
I'm In lovo with the sweetest girl on
earth"
"So aro wo all," murmured Arnold
with a grin.
"And my respected uncle, who's
her guardian, won't hoar of our en
gagement," Dick continued. "Not '
only that; it uncle liked to apeak
to some of his friends ho could got
plenty of briefs sent my way."
"Yes, I think your uncle Is playing
It a little low down," responded
Arnold. "Ho objects to your being
engaged to his niece because of your
lack of funds, and yot he 'could put
you in funds but won't. Why is
it!"
"Oh, he thinks a man ought to get
on entirely on his own merits," re
plied Dick Forrester impatiently.
"Well, I have done. I'vo slugged
away and passed my exams., but
that doesn't bring me briefs. Undo
doesn't seem to understand that I'vo
worked thundering hard, and that a
llttlo help is necessary In the Intro
duction ot clients."
"Well, don't go and make your
self 111, old son," said Arnold, rising
to his feet "Well, I'm going out
ngw. Anything I can do for you?"
"Only order mo a coffin," replied
Dick bitterly.
He certainly did look 111, but it
was sickness of the mind, not ot tho
body,
"Don't take that spirits ot salts,"
he said. "I don't want to appear as
a witness at an inquest Dye-bye;
I'll be back this evening."
Left alone, Dick Forrester gloom
ily reviewed the situation. He and
Arnold shared an apartment, but
whereas Arnold hod an assured
comfortable Income, he (Dick) had
nothing beyond the little that re
mained of a few thousands left him
by his father, who had died nearly
throe years ago, having only sur
vived his wife six months.
Dick had husbanded 'this money
so well -that ho had lived on It and
paid his feos whilst ho studied for
the bar", though not much remained
after, ho. had passod his examina
tion. Ho was In ovo with Dorothy: Nor
ton, the ward ot his undo, Mr. 8a-,
vlllc, and she returned his affec
tion. But Mr. Savlllo would not
hear ot an engagement until Dick
was earning a good Income.
Mr. Savlllo was a rich man, with
many wealthy .frionds, and It would
have been easy for him to get work
put In Dick's way; but he was rather
an obstlnato old gentleman, and, as
has been said, he thought that Dick
ought to got on without any assist
ance. "Who's to know that I'm a law
yer?" Dlok muttered rosontfully.
"Who's coming up here to give mo
brlofa unless someone puts in a
word for me?
"It can't go on much longer," ho
went on, repeating his thoughts
aloud, "I shall bo on my beam-enda
In a week or two, and then what am
I going to do? Frank would help
me, I know, but I can't sponge on '
him. It's rough after the years I've
been slugging away,"
Ho lay back in'hls choir, for ho
felt tired and out-ot-sorts, A llttlo
encouragement was the medicine ho
required, but he had found no one
to give It to him.
His head was aching, and It grew
worao Instead of hotter. He felt
slightly dizzy, and he wondered
vaguely whether he was going to
taint He had nevar fainted in his
life, but he imagined that his pres
ent symptoms were those which pre
ceded such a collapse.
He rose unsteadily to his feet, his ,
head swimming, and ho caught hold
ot tho back of the chair to support
himself.
There was no brandy in tho room,
or ho would have token that Tho
only thing he could think ot was
the bottle of tonlo be had obtained
from Che doctor.
He glanced up at the shelf, his
eyes blinking, then lurched towards
It, and with unsteady hand took
down a bottle and a glass, He
spilled some of the contents in pour
ing it out, and then he rolsed the
glass and gulped the liquid down.
Instantly thero was a frightful
scalding sonsatlon In his throat, and
with a cry ot horror ho-lot the glass
drop, and it smashed to atoms on
tho tablo.
Thon ho began to clutch at his
chest, his shoulders contracted,
moans and gasps of pain leaving his
llpn, which had suddenly grown
white.
Ho folt as though tho Interior of
his chest was being burnt out
myriads of lights danced bofore his
eyoa, a hammer seemed to bo thump
ing Inside his head, , while groat
beads ot perspiration rolled off his
forehead.
"Spirit of salts!" ho gasped. "Oh,
God I"
His knees bent suddenly, and he
foil Into a chair and lay there writh
ing, his hands pressed to his chest
to try to stay the frightful burning
sensation.
He tried to call tor help, but only
husky, Inarticulate sounds escaped
hla white, dry lips.
Now the room spun round him,
and his hands went out on to the
table before him and began to clutch
at the,. cloth, which he pulled into a
wrinkled mass with his crooked
fingers.
"Dorothy!" he gasped. "Doro
thy I"
Slowly, his eyes almost closed,
hla head sank Into his huddled
shoulders, ho traced In large, shaky,
Ill-formed characters on the white
mount ot tho photo:
"Takon poison"
He could write no more, the pencil
dropped from his crooked, nerve
less fingers, and suddenly he fell
forward, his arms outstretched, his
face lying by the photo ot the girl
ho loved, and then he lost con
sciousness. There he lay, very still. Tho
woman who cleaned out the rooms
would not come in until night, and
Frank Arnold would not be back for
several hours.
CHAPTER II.
Mr. Savllle glanced Impatiently
at a letter ho held In his hand,
while Dorothy Norton, her pretty
face anxious and slightly pale,
watched him eagerly.
"This is another letter from
Dick," said Mr. Savllle. "He Is ask-
lng me again to Introduce some of
my friends aB cllonts."
"You will, won't you?" pleaded
Dorothy.
"No; I havo rotused boforo, and I
snail rofuse again," replied Mr. Sa
vllle obstinately. "As a young man
I worked my way up, and If ho is
worth his salt he will do likewise."
"But, uncle" he preferred hor to
call him uncle rather than guard
Ian "but, uncle, your case was so
different to his. You were In a firm
with people around you to rocognlzo
your merit whereas no ono knows
ot Dick; they have not got tho op
portunity." "Pshaw! That's no argument,
my dear," said tho old gentleman.
"It ho's got the ability to get on,
he'll get on. Evidently ho hasn't
got It and I'm not going to allow
you to havo anything to do with a
failure."
"But we we love each other,
uncle," she protested anxiously.
"The you must alter your feel
ings." Mr. Savllle gazed thoughtfully at
his ward for several moments, and,
then he nodded his head. '
"Get your haf on, Dorothy," he
said; "we will call on Dick, and I
shall tell him Just what I think."
"And that Is?"
"That he must give up all thoughts
of you and that he must make his
own way, unassisted by anyone
else."
"Uncle, you are cruel to him,"
cried Dorothy.
"No, my dear, only Just It Is tho
way to bring out character In a
man."
"But he Isn't well. He's worked
so hard and had no encouragement
that It's made him quite 111. If you,
speak to him as you Bay, it will will
make him desperate."
"And then we shall Bee whether
he's got anything In him or whether
he's Just a spendthrift Get your
hat on, my doar."
Dorothy realized that It was4 use
less to argue with her guardian; he
was as obstinate as a mule on this
point.
A taxlcab speedily conveyed them
to Dick's apartment, and then they
tolled up three flights of stairs and
knocked at the door, alongside which
was the plate bearing Dick's name.
No answer was returned to the
knock, and Mr. Savlllo turned to his
ward and nodded his, head In a know
ing fashion.
"Out, you see," ho said,, "Probably
drinking' or playing cards with some
more llko hlra. Anyway, we'll go In
and leave a note for him."
Ho openod tho door, and instantly
a startlod cry broke from Dorothy's
Hps, for she saw her lover lying
partially across tho table, face
downwards, his arms outstretched.
"Look, look, uncle I" she cried.
"Ho Is III, ho has fainted."
Mr. Saville's calm deserted him,
and with an exclamation of alarm
he followed his ward to Dick's side.
Between them thoy lifted him back
so that ho lay In his chalr.and their
eyes filled with fear and horror as
thoy saw hlff dead-white face, closed
eyes and blue Hps.
"Oh, ho's dead, he's dead," sobbed
Dorothy.
Mr. -Savlllo placed a trembling
hand on Dick's left breast and
pressed It thero for several mo-t
ments.
"His heart's still beating, ho"
But he was Interrupted by a
scream ot terror which broke from
Dorothy's lips, for ho had seen
her photo with Dick's written words
on It:
"Takon poison."
She stood gazing at It with dilated
eyes, her hands clutching her
bosom.
"Ho's killed himself," sho whis
pered suddenly, her volco husky and
awed.
Thon sho slowly lifted her head
and gazed with wide-open, angry
eyes at her guardian.
"It Is you who have killed him,"
she said, pointing an accusing finger
at him, "you with your cruelty."
Thenxshe suddenly fell on her
knees by Dick's still form and
wrapped hor arms around him.
"Dick, Dick, dear!" she wailed.
Mr. Saville's face had suddenly
grown ghastly, and, like his ward,
ho somed thrown oft his balance tor
the moment unable to speak or act
coherently.
Then ho laid .a trembling hand on
Dick's shroulder, but Dorothy thrust
It away with a swift movement
"Don't touch him, you've killed
him!" she said harshly.
And now Mr. Savllle recovered
his presence Of mind, and be rushed
out ot the room. On the stairs he
met Frank Arnold, who -had returned
unexpectedly.
"Great Scott! What's the mat
ter?" ho cried, alarmed at the sight
of Mr. Saville's tragic face.
"Awful! Terrible!" exclaimed
Mr. Savllle. "Dick's dead or dying.
Ho's taken poison."
"tfolson!" gasped Arnold. Thon
his eyes opened wide with horror,
and he exclaimed: "The spirits of
salts! Good God!"
"Spirits of salts!" repeated Mr.
Savlllo.
"Yes, there was somo In a bottle."
"Thon It's hopeless. But where's
tho nearest doctor? Quick! You go!
You can movo faster than I."
But already Frank was flying
down the stairs three at a time, and
then Mr. Savllle returned with a
Blow and heavy step.
Dorothy still held Dick in her
arms, and after one brief glance,
almost of hatred, at her guardian,
sho did not look at him again.
Now the old gentleman broke
down.
"Don't treat me like this, my
dear," he said, halt sobbing. "I
never thought I I acted for the
best, or I meant to."
"You acted bo as to kill him, and
he was all the world to me," she
said dully,
"Arnold's gone for the doctor. If
he gets well, I'll make him you
shall marry him as soon as you
like."
"It he gets well!" she repeated.
"You may safely promise."
Suddenly she began to cry, and
Dick's deathly white face was
watered with her tears. There she
stayed, holding him tightly, her slen
der form shaking with sobs, until
suddenly Arnold and the doctor
burst into the room.
The doctor gazed curiously at him
for a second and then opened his bag.
He poured something from a bottle
Into a gloss and let the liquid trickle
Down Dick's throat.
It had an almost instantaneous
effect, for Dick's eyes opened, and
he gazed blankly at the four faces
bent over him. Dorothy's was the
first he recognized, and he smiled
at her.
Suddenly he feebly moved his
hand to his throat
"It hurts," he murmured.
Then it was that he recollected,
and a ghastly expression came into
his oyes.
"It was an accident," he whis
pered. "Took It by mistake
thought It was tonic."
"Took what?" demanded the doc
tor. v
"Spirits of salts," replied Dick
faintly.
The doctor shook his head.
"That's not tho spirits of salts," he
said.
Unanimous cries ot roliet broke
from his audience.
"But it burnt." said Dick huskily.
"So I can see," responded tho
doctor. "Where's tho bottle you
took it from?"
He turned to the table, where lay
the broken pieces of the glass in a
little pool ot liquid, the bottle stand
ing alongside them.
"That's not the spirit of salts," he
said.
"No," cried Arnold; "there's the
spirits ot salts on the shelf."
Cries of Joy broke from the lips
ot Dorothy and her guardian, while
tho doctor bent over tho liquid and
smelled It.
"It's some sort of Bplrlts," he
said.
Then he picked up the bottle,
which was an, ordinary medicine bot
tle, but with no label on It. Dorothy
stood close to him, and tho odor
came to her nostrils.
"It's what they use to polish furnl
turo with!" she exclaimed. "It
smells like it"
"That's it!" cried Arnold. "The
housekeeper's husband has been pol
ishing our desks to try and make the
place look smart, and he must have
left the bottlo here."
And such proved to be th ecase.
The liquid was fiery and the effect
had Instantly made Dick think of
the spirits of salts. He was so run
down and weak that he had swooned,
more, as tho doctor said, through
agony of mind than of body.
It was some time before the effects
of the liquid from the wrong bottle
left hlra, and then Mr. 8avllle kept
his word, and briefs, small at first
but gradually becoming ear-marked
with larger amounts, came to the
office which he furnished for Dick.
Then he kept the rest of his prom
ise, and Dorothy became Mrs. Rich
ard Forrester.
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