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Next week we sell dress patterns in black and colors, some of which will be displayed in our
east show window, at the exceptionally low price of
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49c per yard.
Consisting of
Broad head checks, 38 in. wide, worth 6-c
Silk and wool stripes, 38 iru wide, worth. . -c
Silk and wool, Persian pattern, 32 n. wide, worth ic
Crochet checks, 38 in. wide, worth....-
Pure worsted checks, 40 in. wide, worth -c
Covart cloths, 42 in. wide, worth -
Glasse Serge, yarn dyed, 46 in. wide, worth -c
Scotch mixed novelties, 40 in. wide, worth -c
Black mohair, 8 circelian, 52 in. wide, worth 8c
Black mohair and wool figured, 46 in. wide, worth .. 83c
Black soliels, figured, 46 i. wide, worth 75c
Black and navy blue clay serges, 52 in. wide, worth 75c
Black mohair Etamines, 40 in. wide worth 75c
Black all wool and mohair grenadines, 40 in. wide worth 75c
Black all wool imported crepon, 40 in. wide worth 75c
Do not fail to look It these jjfoods.
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Black mchair grenadine, 46 in. wide per yard . . . 75
Black mohair and silk grenadine, handsome design, 46 in. wice per yard 98c.
Afl silk grenadines, 44 in. wide per yard $J25, 51.49 51.89, 51.98 and 5225.
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&C Black all over lace, 44 in. wind per yard $ 50
& Black all silk lace, 44 o. wide per yard
'Q Black all silk fishnet lace 46 in. wide per yard -
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We can show you an elejrantline of spring novelties, the like of which has never before been seen in Lincoln
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STORIES BY AMY BRUNER
ARTIFICIAL VIOLETS.
It ib the fashion now to wear arti
ficial violets bunches of them on your
co3t,orhat, around jour neik, or on
your cape anywhere. Blue and pur
plo flowers, and gren leaves in the
wicter!
There can be nothing more striking
than a girl dressed in furs, walking
through the snow, with a wreath of
violets around her neck, and knots of
purple blossoms on her sealskin muff.
It is a pretty sight, but is it altogether
plea-ant?
I cannot say. It is hard for me to
decide whether the violet? blooming on
wintsr hats and fur cap:s, by their
Bupgestiveness of springtime, 6often the
cutting wind, or whether by the fal-e
vision of green violet haunts they
make the winter teem by contrast, all
the more cold and bleak.
Perbap3 someone else may have de
cided. 1 NOTHING.
His heart was beating fast. He was
so dizzy he could baruly star d. He had
not been 60 a few minutes ago. It was
broad daylight most certainly, for
dinner was over but a half hour before.
The room he was in was small and
scantily furnished, the typical cheap
hotel bedroom. There were no secret
paneUin the .whitewashed walls, no
stuffed sofa in the corner, no long cur
tain about the bed,- there was no place
where ghostB might hide. A mouse
could cot escape without being seeD, and
yet he was trembling, acd cold, and
doubted his sense?. He had seen a
creature ther was no such a thin; in
existence, it had touched hrs hand
with its co'd, t oft surdy it was not a
hand? It had eycs,-it had a form, but
not an animals' then it was gone. The
Bun shone through the narrow winJcw.
The castile soap jn the wa6hstand look
ed like a striped red stone. He had
seen something. It was gone. He be
lieved it wat true. No one el?e would
think so. He prayed he would never
sea that thing pgain.
STUDIES FROM THE MODEL.
It was a very hot day. The sun pour
ed down on the pavement and the stone
sidewalk. A dry. dusty wind came from
the south, blowing In a most exasperat
ing manner and growing stronger and
hotter every minute.
I stood on the corner waiting for my
car. The car is always late on dis
apreeable days, and the shade is always
on the oposite corner.
"Ought to be here now." I grumbled.
And hasn't even gone up yet."
I leaned against the telephone post
and stopped trying to keep cool. Little
rills of perspiration rolled down my
dusty cheeks. My hair. loosened from
the invisible hairpins, flew wildly about:
all the curl in it gone. My hat was tilt
ed gracefully on one side of my head
and my veil had become loosened and
was waving frantically. Altogether.
I was very uncomfortable. I closed my
eyes lazily. Suddenly I opened them
very wide and turned at the sound of
excited voices behind me.
An Italian, standing before his fruit
stand was waving his arms wildly aloft,
and talking in his own language at the
top of his voice.
Beside him. equally excited, was a
woman, evidently his mother.
She was very stout and in her exer
tions to keep up with her son both in
flow of words and rapid gesticulations,
she made me more uncomfortable than
ever.
They were too busy to notice me and
so I had the benefit of their quarrel all
to myself, and although I could not un
derstand anything they said, their ges
tures were enough to keep me amused.
Finally he stopped for lack of breath,
and she. taking advantage of this, said
something In a loud, emphatic tone and
extended her fat. pudgy hand. He look
ed at her In despair and then reaching
into his pocket dropped some small
change into her hand. A slight look of
triumph came over her face and she
deliberately held out her hand for more,
lrst dropping the money into a huge
pocket in her apron.
Then the quarrel began all over again.
And once more, in great wrath, he gave
her half a. dollar.
"More." her looks, hands and words
said. He gave her a dollar and some
small change. But this wa all. She
insisted, but he shook his head decided
ly and finally, with an impatient ges
ture, turned his trouser pockets inside
out.
Satisfied, and with one parting look
of triumph, she waddled off. Jingling
her hard-earned money.
He drew a long breath and mopped
his face slowly with hi- red handker
chief. Then assuring himself that she
was out of sight, he smiled slyly and
with a look of victory after a struggle,
took from his waistcoat iocket a little
roll of bills and gazed upon them lov
ingly. And I almost mused the car.
stout, homely woman, with a face set
like a tragedy mask.
She came first to the four higher
grades in the large upper hall. She
stalked slowly to the middle of the lloor,
cleared her throat and began the ex
ercises In a deep, loud voice that- could
be heard all over the building. The
more advanced pupils succeeded very
well and caught tht- patriotic spirit, but
when she came to the little ones the
elocution teacher was fored to lift her
voice and to enter Into lengthy explan
ations. Then the exerciser began. The little
ones stood still and paid strict atten
tion, awed by the solemn face anil deep
tones of the pudgy elocution teacher.
She carried the exercises straight
through, and the children did their
part as best they could.
Unfortunately, she had omitted to tell
them about the salute. When she came
to that part of the program she drew
herself up. and throwing all her voice
into the word, shouted
S-a-y-lute:"
There was a breathless little pause.
Then one hundred shrill voices
screamed
"Lute!" HARRIET COOKE.
Everyone remembers the Columbus
day celebration and what a success the
school children made of their part of
the programme.
Indeed, they deserve much more
praise than they received, for they real
ly worked very hard In preparing it.
They had a good deal of fun. too, and
for weeks before the eventful day. les
sons were- a secondary consldratlon.
Twice or three times a week the elo
cution teacher came She was short.
OUT, BRIEF GANDIsE.
UCESTIOV.
"Kottcd Judo's ruse, eo, -what enn'st thou do
'Thine Autumn days past tlire fat tljiauY'
A.NSUEK.
"Dust mire of the road, plod patiently
throuKb,
"And die when tlm serejrar'u a-djinu."
Idila.
MY UMBRELLA.
I've hunted for it 'round and 'round.
And found my time misspent.
For, when it's nowhere to be found.
I knou for sure it's Lent.
