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E CROSS-CUT I-.'.',: K-" / * *h i> • ,.j*- >•«= WCi* * : fi V* ' i " VXi' L '-?&# «£? . \ V?" - ft 'v; aI' v >• '• - J ••rV- ' > •5- 4K 'i !"- >V * •>' Courtney Ri)l«i) Cooper Oo*r*CM «<r Unit, Brown * Q* BTNOP8I8.--At Thornton F»trchlkTa death hia aon Robert toarna tl>«ro h&a been a dark period In hia father's life which for almost thirty years has caused him suffering. The secret Is hinted at In a document left by the elder Fairchild, which also Informs Robert he Is now owner of a mining claim in Colorado, and advising him to see Henry Beamish, a lawyer. Beamish tells Robert his claim, a silver mine, is at Ohadl, thirtyeight miles from Denver. He also warns him against a certain man. "Squint" Rodaine, his father's enemy. Robert decides to go to Ohadl On the road to Ohadl from Denver Falrchlld assists a girl, apparently In a frenzy of haste, to change a tire on her auto. When she has left, the sheriff and a posse appear, in pursuit of a bandit. Falrchlld, bewildered, misleads them as to the direction the girl had taken. At Ohadi Falrchlld Is warmly greeted by "Mother"' Howard, boardinghouse keeper, for his father's sake. From Mother Howard Falrchlld Jearns something of the mystery connected with the disappearance of "Sissle" Larsen, his father's coworker In the mine. He meets the girl he had assisted, but she denies her Identity. She Is Anita Richmond, Judge Richmond's daughter. Visiting his claim. Falrchlld to shadowed by a man he recognises from descriptions aa "Squint" Rodaine. CHAPTER VI--ConttoiMfll <V 1 Qntckly he made the return (ftp, 1 a.? crossing the little bridge over the turfs?- lmlent Clear creek and heading _ -1" '>"• -\ /{toward the boaruing house. Half a Iblock away he halted, as a woman on veranda of the big, squarely built "hotel" pointed him out, and the great figure of a man shot through the gate, •hosting, and hurried toward him. A tremendous creature he was, with ped face and black hair which seemed |to scramble In all directions at once. CV> ^ «nd with a mustache which appeared fc&MR jf0 gcamper in even more directions nan his hair. Falrchlld was a large Ban; suddenly he felt himself puny -«• • . v,- £. 1 -pr' J f i < - -V: A't.yJk".-: Wz:W pemed "Nc 8?: fArry From- Cornwall!** inconsequential as the masioclohlc thing before him swooped forward, spread wide the big arms and then caught hjpi tight in them, causing the breath to puff over his lips like the exhaust of a bellows. A release, then Falrchlld felt himaelf lifted and set down again. He palled hard at hip breath. "What's the matter with you?" he exclaimed testily. "You've made a mistake!" "I'm bllmed If I 'aver bellowed a tornado-like voice. "Bllme I You look j^ist like im p ( "But you're mistaken, old man!" i "Bllmed if I am!" came again. ••You're your dad's own boy I You look Jut like '1ml Don't you know me?" He stepped back then and stood grinning, his long, heavily muscled sums hanging low at his sides, his mustache trying vainly to stick out in more directions than ever. Falrchlld subbed a hand across his eyes. "You've got me I" came at last •T--" "You don't know me? 'Onest now, tfon't you} I'm 'Airy 1 Don't you know now? 'Arry from Cornwall 1" CHAPTER VII ; [ came to Falrchlld then--the aen- 'fence In his father's letter regarding •omeone who would hurry to his aid when he needed him, the references of Beamish, and the allusion of Mother Howard to a faithful friend. Again the heavy voice boomed: "You know me now, eh?" "You bet I You're Harry Harklns!" "'Arkins it is! I came Just assoon M I got the cablegram I" _ W*" The cablegram?" "Yeh." Harry pawed Ms wonderful mustache. "From Mr. Beamish, you know.. 'E sent it. Said you'd •tarted out 'ere all alone. And (couldn't stand by and. let yon do that Bo 'ere I. am I" • "But the expense, the long trip •cross the ocean, the--" ** 'Ere I am!" raid Harry again. "Ain't that enough?" They had reached the veranda now, K stand talking for a moment, then go within, where Mother Howard pwalted, eyes glowing, in the parlor. Harry flung out both arms. "And I still love you I" he boomed, pa he caught the gray-haired, laugh- Kg woman In his rirma. "Even if you d run me off and wouldn't go back p» Cornwall I" Red-faced, she ptished him away fmd slapped his cheek playfully; it *ras like the tap of a light breeze •gainst granite. Then Harry turned. , "'Ave you looked at the mine?" y The question brought back to Falr- 'i aMld the happenings of the morning flUftd the memory of the man who had trailed him. He told his story, while Mother Howard listened, her arms kmuma, her head bobbing, and ^hU« if&ML jfeSNi Harry, his big grift sfHl on Ma tips, took in the details with avidity. Then the grin faded. "Le's go up there," fee said quietly. This time the trip to Kentucky gulch was made by skirting the town; soon they were on the rough, narrow roadway leading nto the mountains. A long time they walked, at last to stop in the shelter of the rocks where Falrchlld had shadowed his pursuer, and to glance carefully ahead. No one was in sight. Harry jabbed out a big finger. ""That's it." he announced, "straight' a'ead!" ' ' They went on, Falrchlld with a gripping at his throat that would not down. This had been the hope of his fnther--and here his father had met-- what? He swerved quickly and stopped, facing the bigger man. "Harry," came sharply, "1 know that I may be violating an unspoken promise to my father. But I simply can't stand It any longer. "What happened here? There was some sort of tragedy." Harry chuckled -- In concealment, Falrchlld thought, of something he did not want to tell him. "I should think so! The timbers gave way and the mine caved in!" "Not that! My father ran. away from this town. You and Mother Howard helped him. You didn't eome back.* Neither did : iy father. Eventually It killed him." "So?" Harry looked seriously and studiously at the young man. "'B didn't write me ofen." "He didn't need to write you. You were here with' him--when U haped." Harry shook his head. "I was In town. What's Mother Howard told you?" "A lot--and nothing." "I don't know any more than aha does." ' "But--" "Friends didnt ask Questions la those days," came quietly. "I might 'ave guessed if I'd wanted to--bat I didn't want to." "But If you had?" Harry looked at him with quiet, blue eyes. "What would you guess?" Slowly Robert Falrchtld's gase Went to the ground. There was only one possible conjecture: Sissle Larsen had been Impersonated by a woman. Sissle Larsen bad never been seen again In Ohadl. "I--I would hate to pnt It Into words," came finally. Harry slapped him on the shoulder. "Then don't. It was nearly thirty years ago. Let sleeping dogs lle~ Take a look around before we go into the tunnel." They reconnoitered, first on one side then on the other. No one was In sight. Harry bent to the ground, and finding a pitchy pine knot, lighted It. They started cautiously within, blinking against the darkness. The outlines of a rtisty "hoist," with its cable leading down Into a slanting hole in the rock, showed dimly before tliem--a massive, chunky, deserted thing in the shadows. The timbers were rotting; one after another, they had cracked and caved beneath the weight of the earth above, giving the tunnel an eerie aspect, uninviting, dangerous. Harry peered alvead. "It ain't as bad as it looks," came after a moment's survey. "It's only right 'ere at the beginning that it's caved. But that doesn't do us much good." "Why not?**. Falrchlld was staring with him, on toward the darkness of the farther recesses. "If it isn't caved in farther back, we ought to tje able to repair this spot." f. But Harry shook his head. ^ - "We didn't go into the veftfr •'ere," he explained. "We figured we 'ad to 'ave a shaft anyway, sooner of later. You can't do under'and stoplng In a mine--go down on a vein, you know. You've always got to go up--you can't get the metal out if yon don't That's why we dug this shaft--and now look at It!" He drew the flickering torch to the edge of the shaft and held It there, staring downward, Falrchlld beside j him. Twenty feet below there came the glistening reflection of the flaring, flame. Water! Falrchlld glanced toward his partner. I don't know anything about It," he said at last. "But I should think that would mean trouble." Plenty!" agreed Harry lugubriously. "That shaft's two 'unrierd fest deep and there's a drift running off It for a couple o' 'unnerd feet more before It 'its the ve!p. Four 'unnerd feet of water. 'Ow much money 'ave yon got?" About twenty-five hundred dollars.*' Harry reached for his waving mustache, his haven in time of storm, Thoughtfully he pulled at it, staring meanwhile downward. Then he grunted. "Ami I ain't got mdre'n five 'unnerd. It ain't enough. Le's go back to town. I don't like to stand around this place and just look at water in a 'ole." They turned for the mouth ,of the tunnel, sliding along In the greasy muekj the torch extinguished now. A moment of watchfulness from the cover of the darkness, then Harry pointed. On the opposite hill, the figure of a man had been outlined for just a second. Then he had faded. And with the disappearance of the watcher, Harry nudged his partner in the ribs and went forth Into the .brighter light. An hour more and they were back in town. Harry reached for his mustache again. "Go on down to Mother 'Oward's," he commanded. "I've got to wander around and say 'owdy to what's left of the fellows that was 'ere when was. It's been twenty years since I've been away, you know," he added, "and the shaft can wait." Falrchlld obeyed the Instructions, looking back over his shoulder as he walked along toward the boarding house, to see the big figure of his com panion loitering up the street, on the beginning of his home-coming tour The blocks passed. Falrchlld turned through the gate of Mother Howard s boarding house and went to hia room await the call for dinner. gfc* imrid did not look good to him; his brilliant dreams had not counted upon .he decay of more than a quarter af a century, (he slow, but sure dripping of water v'hlch had seeped through the hills and made the mine one vast well. Instead of the free op»n gateway to rlchcs^which he had planned upon. An houii of'thought and Falrchlld ceased trying to look into the future, obeying. Instead, the Insistent clanging of the dinner bell from downstairs. f.lowly he opened the door of his room, trudged down the staircase--then stopped In bewilderment. Hsrry stood before him, in all the splendor that a miner can know. He had bought a new suit, brilliant blue, almost electric in Its flMShlness, nor had he been careful as to style. The cut of the trousers was somewhat along the lines of fifteen years before, with their p;g tops and heavy cuffs. Beneath the vest, a glowing, watermelon-pink shirt glared forth from the protection -of a purple t5e. A wonderful creation was on his head, dented In four plSces, each separated with almost mathematical precision. Below the cuffs of the trousers were bright, tan, oump-toed shoes. Harry was a complete -jicture of sartorial elegance, according to his own dreams. What was more, to complete It all,- upon 'he third finger of his right hani was a diamond, bulbous and yellow and throwjng off a dull radiance like -the glow of a burnt-out arc light; full of flaws, It is true, off c«jlor to a great degree, but a diamond nevertheless. And Harry evidently realized it "Ain't I the cuckoo?" he boomed, at" Falrchlld stared at him. "Ain't I? I 'ad to 'ave a outfit and-- "It might as well be now I" he paraphrased, to the tune of the agewhitened sextette from "Floradora." "And look at the sparkler! Look at It!" . -<« "But--but how did yon do ttT* came gaspingly. "I thought--"- "Installments!" the Cornishman burst out. "Ten per cent down and the rest when they catch me. Installments !" He jabbed forth a heavy finger and "punched Falrchlld in the ribs. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Won't I knock 'er eyes out?" Falrchlld laughed--he couldn't help It--In spite of the fact that five hundred dollars might have gone a long way toward unwatering that, shaft. Harry was Harry--he had done enough in crossing the peas to help him. And already, in the eyes of Falrchlld, Harry was swiftly approaching that place where he could do no wrong. "You're wonderful, Harry," came at last. The Cornishman puffed with pride. "I'm a cuckoo !n he admitted. "Where's Mother 'Oward? Where's 'Oward. Won't I knock 'er eyes out, now?" ' , And be boomed foi--ard toward the dining room, to find there men he had known in other lays, to shake hands with them and to bang them on the back, to sight BUndeye Bozeman and Taylor Bill sitting hunched over their meal In the corner and to go effusively toward them. "'Arry" was ploying no favorites in his " 'ome-comlng,*' Jovially he leaned over the table of Bozeman and Bill, after he had displayed himself before Mother Howard and received her sanction of his selections in dress. Happily he boomed forth the information that Falrchlld and he were back to work the Blue Poppy mine and that they already had made a trip of inspection. Falrchlld finished his meal and waited. But Harry talked on." Bozeman and Bill left the dining room again to make a report to the narrowfaced Squint Rodaine. Harry did not even notice them. And as long as a man stayed to answer his queries, just so long did Harry remain, at last to rise, brush a few crumbs from his lightning-like suit, press*..his new hat gently upon his head with both hands and Start forth once more on his rounds of saying hello. And there was nothing for Falrchlld to do but to wait as patiently as possible for his return. The afternodn grew oldJ Harry did not come back. The sun set and dinner was served. But Harry w&s not there to eat It Ousk came, and then, nervous over the continued absence of his eccentric partner, Falrchlld started uptown. The usual groups were In front of the stores, and before the largest of them Fairehlld stopped. Do any of you happen to know a fellow numed Harry Harklns?" he asked somewhat anxiously. The anscar ;tjh*«id. He "had just ;rounded the corner in time toliear the conversation. "1 was merely asking abont my partner in the Blue Poppy mine." "The Blue Poppy?" the squint eyes -narrowed more than ever. "You're Falrchlld, ain't you? Weil. I guess you re golfig to have to get along without a partner from now on." *Cfet along without--?" A crooked smile came to the other's lips. "That is. unleash you vant to work with a dead man. > Hairy Barklas got drowned, about an hour snt->"*taL.the Ofue Poppy shaft I" w _ ~ . . .'/ISHAP+iR vipl' *'ft/*; 'The caused Falrchlld to'****)* and stand gasping. And before be cnuld speak, a new voice had cut in. one full of excitement, .tremoloosL anxious. "Drowned? Where's his body?" "How do I know?" Squint RodaltfC turned upon his questioner. "Guess It's at the foo£ of the shaft. All I saw was his hat What're you so Interested for?" The questioner, small, goggle-eyed and given to rubbing his hands, staged a moment sjwechlessJy. "He--b® bought a diamond froin me this morning--on the installment plan!" Rodaine smiled again lit his crooked fashion. "That's your own fault, Sam." he announced curtly. "If he's at the bottom of "he shaft, your diamond's there too. All I know about It Is that 1 was coming down from the Silver Queen when I saw this fellow go Into the tunnel of the Blue Poppy. He was all dressed up, else I don't guess I would have paid much attention to him. But as It was, I kind of stopped to look, end seen It was Harry Har^ kins, who used to work the mine with this"--he pointed to Fairchild--"thft fellow's father. About a minute later, I heard a yell, like somebody was In trouble^ then a big splash. Naturally 1 ran In the tunnel and struck a match. About twenty feet down, I co'uld see the water was all riled up, and a new hat was floating around oti top of It That's all I know. You can do as you please about your diamond. I'm Just giving /ou the Information." He turned sharply and went on then, while Sam the jeweler, the rest of the loiterers clustered around him, looked appealingly toward Falrchlld. "What'l'l we do?" he walled. Fairchild turned. "I don't know about you--but I'm going to the mine." "It won't do any good--bodies dont float. It may never float--If It gets caught down in the timbers somewherest" "Have to organize a bncket brigade." It was a suggestion from one of the crowd. "Why not borry the Argonaut pump? They ain't using it" "Go get it! Go get it!" This time It was the wail of the little Jeweler. "Tell 'em Sam, Herbenfelder sent you. They'll let you have It" Another suggestion, still another. Soon men began to radiate, each on a mission. The word passed down the street. More loiterers--a silver miner spends a great part of his leisure time in simply watching the crowd go by-- hurried to join, the excited throng. Groups, en route to the picture show, decided otherwise and stopped to learn of the excitement. The crowd thickened. Suddenly Falrchlld looked upt sharply at the sound, feminine voice. < . "What's the matter?" ;r t T "Harry Harklns got drowned." All too willingly the news was dispersed. Falrchtld's eyes were searching now In the half-light from the faint street bulbs. Then they centered. It was Anita Richmond, standing at the edge of the crowd, questioning a miner, while beside her jfas. a thin, youthful counterpart of a hard-faced father, Maurice Bovine. Just a moment of queries, then the miner's hand pointed to Falrchlld as he turned toward her. "It's his partner." She moved forward then and ^sirchild went to meet her. "I'm sorry," she said, and extended her hand. Fairchild gripped it eagerly. "Thank yon. Bat it may not be as bad as the rumors," "I hope not" Then quickly she withdrew her hand, and somewhat flustered, turned as her companion edged closer. "Maurice, this is Mr. Falrchlld." she announced, and Falrchlld could do nothing but stare. She knew his name! A second more and It was explained: "My father knew his father very well." "I think my own father was acquainted too," was the rejoinder, and the eyes of the two men met for an instant in conflict The girl did not seem to notice. "I sold him a ticket this morning to the dance, not knowing who he waa Then father happened to see him pass the house and pointed him out to me as the son of a former friend of his. Funny hew those things happen. Isn't Itr Rodaine." laughed IntiHsity. He knew Instinctively that Anita Richmond was not talking to' him simply because she had sold him a ticket to a dance and because her father might have pointed him out. He felt sure that there was something else behind It--the feeling of a debt which she owed Iilm, a feeling of companionship engendered upon a sunlit road, during -the moments of stress, and the continuance of ,that meeting i<f those few moments In the drug store, when he had handed her back her ten-dollar bill. She had called herself a cad then, and the feeling that site perhaps had been abrupt toward a man who had helped her out of a disra*g-r. eeable *p red- i,c apient was « 1 "You're Trying to Insult My FtiOier!* prompting her action now; Fairchild felt sure of that And he was glad of the fact, very glad. Again he laughed, while Rodaine eyed him narrowly. Fairchild shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going tp believe this story until It's proven to me." came calmly. "Who brought the news?" Fairchild deliberately chose his Words: "A tall, tnln, ugly, old man, with mean squint eyes and a scar straight up his forehead." A flush appeared on the. other man's face. Fairchild saw his hands contract, then loosen. "You're trying to Insult my father r* "Your father?" „ Fak-child looked at him blankly. "Wouldn't that be a rather difficult job--especially when I don't know him?" "You described him." "And yon recognized the description." "Maurice! Stop it!* The girl was tugging at Rodaine's sleeve. "Don't say anything more. I'm- sorry--" and she looked at Falrchlld vlth a glance he eould not Interpret--"that anything like this could have come up." "I am equally so--If it has caused you embarrassment." "You'll get a little embarrassment out of It yourself--before you get through I" Rodatne was scowling at him. Again Anita Richmond caught his arm. "Maurice! Stop it! How could the thing have been premeditated when he didn't even know your father? Come*-- let's go on. The crowd's 'getting thicker." The narrow-faced man obeyed her command, and together. they turned out into the street to avoid the constantly growing throng, and to veer toward the picture show. Carbide lights had begun to appear along the street, as miners, summoned by hurrying gossip mongers, came forward to assist in the search for the missing man. High above the general conglomeration of voice could be heard the cries of the instigator of activities, Sam Herbenfelder, bemoaning the loss of his llamond, ninety per cent of the cost of which remained to be paid. Hastily he shot through the crowd, organizing the buoket brigade and searching ^or news of the Argonaut pump, which had not yet arrived. Half-disgusted, Fairchild turned and started up the hill, a few miners, their carbide lamps swinging beside them, following him. Favor Mo Abatement in Interest Shown I* in Clotto* for General ime Weir. Parts Competing With Lowtff awd New York in Turning Out VMrt ; *** *°d Most Appealing:'" Styles. There Is no abatement la the tremendous Interest shown in pastime clothes. Women of all ages are selecting them for general day-time wear practically to the exclusion of other types. Even those who have long realized the versatility of clothes iz&m S' .i" . .\'T White Serge Dress Trim mid With Red and Black Leather. of this sort never, In their most sanguine moments, dreamed that they would be adopted in such a worldwide way, declares a fashion writer lo the New York Tribune. Paris is competing with London and New York In the making of the smartest and most appealing styles In outdoor clothes. When any type of dress Is exploited from all sides It always means that Jf the models are pretty and becoming a certain number of women will wear them with little sense of fitness. That is, a so-called pastime hat may be worn with a gown to which It is entirely nnsulted. .This is also true of shoes. We have cut adrift from the old standards which governed the selection of footwear. The final blow was dealt with the wholesale adoption of patent leather for low-heeled walking shoes. With the flooding of the market with many excellent Ideas in dress at one time there always comes a misapplication of the best of them. Both sweaters and dresses are made In two or more contrasting colors; that is, of silk or • ool in a plain color patterned In high relief. Among the prettiest of the sweater* are those In lavender brocaded In bine. A new model In these shades which closes down the front like the veVy. old-fashioned coat sweater Is longw coming almost to the knees, and has long sleeves which flare at the bottom. There Is a high collar buttoning up about the neck. The sweater Itself is lavender and around the bottom and on the sleeves and the collar are squares knitted In blue. It Is bioused by means of an elastic band placed low on the inside. A great demand for any particular type of dress is a wonderful inspiration to designers and manufacturers and an incentive to do their best in that particular line. While there la the greatest diversity of color In the outing costume, here as everywhere else, a few colors become the extreme of fashion. In the plain shades brown," gray and white are favorite, while in the brighter hues there a?e unusual shades of cerise, purple, yellow and red. Emphasis is plncau at yellow and black used In unison. • A complete reaction from black In daytime clothes is manifesting Itself in the other extreme, white, for street wear, particularly white with color. And pn this wave comes white flannel as well as white serge of an extremely soft and fine texture woven In part of camel's hair, which, mixed with the' wool, gives a marvelous effect The kasha serge of Rodler la of (his char* acter. Jeanne Lanvln has been responsible largely for this movement to white serge and flannel with trimmings of embroidery In high colors, a trimming which she always ba3 favored and In which she ever hr s excelled. One of her best models is In white serge embroidered in a brilliant Chinese red with little flakes of black as a relief. Another Interesting model of white serge Is of simple design with slim panels on the bodice and on the skirt. This frock Is embroidered In red and black In a Jugo-Slav pattern. A great many of Lanvln's embroideries are In Russian and Jugo-Slav designs. There, are charming frocks of white serge done with bead embroideries in high colors after Russian motifs. Very often such frocks are % coat styles with the Russian bodice crossing. English women long have recognized the desirability of flannel for outdoor skirts, jackets and frocks, and this season sees them adopted In a larger way than ever before. Many American women have felt that flannel was not the most practical material. Few women realize that the Vlyella flannels are absolutely unshrinkable If properly laundered and that they come In a large variety of styles and weights. It is possible to obtain the creamy white shades In six different weights. Then there are the stripes, the checks and the Scotch tartan plaids, In addition to the heavy or suiting weights In both white and fancy checks. Smart costumes consisting of a dress and cape are developed from the lighter-weight flannels In both the white and Ivory shades and topped with hats of a vivid hue. Crepe de chine and crepe marocaiB still are very Important fabrics for the development of pastime clothes. Lanvln has made a beautiful model in two shades of crepe marocain. The blouse Is of bright red, while the skirt is cream white. The bodice is made to slip on over the head and cut In pointed scallops at the bottom. The sleeves are finished in like manner. The girdle consists of a narrow strip of the white Silk run through medallion slides of coral-colored composition. The skirt has a .plaited front panel set In with hemstitching and Mexican drawn work--types of trimming which are very popular just now." "At least I'm thankful to you for being the man you arel* <TO BE CONTINUED.) For Literary Useei The Author--Can I get 92 advance on a story I'm writing? The Editor--It's unusual; bnt why? The Author--I,jve got to a point where the hero sits down to a square meal and I want to get the right afc mosphere. America's only woman bridge engineer is Dr. Lou Alta Melton, an employee of the federal bureau of public roads. •e'fre6ei!re£e-&«£»&e«e<re«ei>e«eae£re<*eae'&e6ettetfe'fre'fre«e«e'fre*lr SCOT FIRST TO CROSS CONTINENT "AInt 2 the Cuckoo?** ewe* was in the affirmative. A inttwr stretched out a -oot and surveyed it studiously. 'Ain't seen him since about five o'clock," he said at last. "He was Just starting up to the mine then." "To the mine? That late? Are you sure?" "Well--I dunno. May have been going to Center City. Can't say. All I know is he said >omethln' about goln' to th' mine earlier In th' afternoon, an' long about five I seen him starting up Kentucky gulch." "Who's that?" The Interruption had come In a sharp, yet gruff voice. /ftlr&Ud m before Nm » Sir Alexander Mackenzie Made Adven- ' fureno Trip With a White Party ' tat 17«2-17»3L The first white man to cross this continent by a route north of Mexico was Sir Alexander Mackenzie, a Scotsman, who rose high In the service of the old North' West company, which was amalgamated with the Hudson's Bay company in 1821. Mackenzie was In the Far West when he planned his trip across country to the i Pacific coast In the autumn of 1792 be led his party far up the Peace river, where they built a post and wintered. (A May 9, 1798, the party set out, passing up the Peace river, through the Rocky mountains, across to the Fraser river, which was followed down Btream for some dlstanee, and then across country through an unexplored region, until the party came out on the Pacific coast. Mixing a quantity of vermilion with melted grease, Mackenzie wrpta on th§ §lde <4 • high rock rising from the shore these words to mark his visit: "Alexander Mackenzie, Just from Canada by land, the twenty-second of July, One thousand seven hundred and ninety-three. Lat. 52 degrees, 20 minutes, 48 seconds north." Mackenzie then retracta ble coarse and returned to-the Bast* > ^ Badly Put She was a large woman, and not whet yon might call handsome. But she was an heiress. Still, the designing youth should have been more diplomatic. "Miss Tubbs," he said, when he thought it was about time to bring matters to a head--"Sarah--for months past my thoughts and aspirations have been centered on one great 6bject--" She smiled encouragingly. "Miss Tubbs--Sarah--need I say it? You are that great objectI" "Sir!" And a few moments later the wouldbe suitor ccept dejectedly house,--London Tlt-Bita, Trimmed With Red Ore Braid' Another successful Lanvln model also Is developed In crepe marocain in two colors, but In this instance yellow and white are chosen, the blouse being In dtron yellow trimmed with, black and the skirt in pure white Jean Patou has been featuring the three-piece suit In his summer collec; tion. In one of Patou's best models of this sort white serge is the material used and the trimming Is red cire braid. The lining of the jacket and the foundation skirt are of red" silk; the blouse is of white crepe georgette Patou In many of his recent models has shown an extreme fondness for red. He apparently never misses an opportunity to use this color with good effect. It Is pleasingly exploited in a jacket and dress. These two make up a costume developed In white and red serge. The looee-flttlng jacket Is of the red material trimmed with black and red leather, while the dress Is of white serge with leather trimming. An interesting idea in connection with daytime garments is t£# use of large embroidered open-worx monoblouse just beneath the pointed Iar. This Idea is also ted garments. -i Evening Cloaks. 1 One of the most attractive types of erenjpg cloaks in a season of unnsnal- f ly attractive evening cloaks is that in « blue-gray," resembling -the swagger ^ cape of an Italian officer. Unlike the officer, however, the summer girl gen- f erally makes her cape of taffeta or ^ crepe de chine, and a delightfully snm* ^ mery garment it is. Another type of ^ evening cloak is Jp gabardine, fre- £ quently in a shade of Mege. It Is mere- s. ly a succession of graduated flounce^ | the one at the top a mere littjig. w|gp . of a coiat. ' WitBttM**. Net blouses are very popular this | season, which means sweeten, sleeveless coats and jumper effects are In vogue. - One rarely sees a shirtwaist these days that is not ac- |. companled by some contrivance which grams placed on the center of the gives the effect of a costume METAL BEAD GIRDLES ARE USED Asserted Designs In Qold or silver . Effects; Jet le Combined •/ With Red. l&mfhSr girdles for mmrafer-'fabrics are what every one wants, and the demand of the smartly dressed public; has brought the real character value of these ornaments to a point where It Is better appreciated. The very nature of the many less-expensive fabrics used to fashion summer clothes necessarily calls for beaded belts and girdles a little less pretentious and formal than those that were most successful with cloth dresses and suits. One company has made an extensive showing of metal bead girdles In colors, and from all Indications they have rather filled the bill for warm season frocks. These are formed, for the most part, of rows of tiny steel beads, and the smooth surfaces of Ithese small spheres era most attractive In dulled colors. •il-metal medallions Sa dull #• and sliver effects are rihown In alf as- ' sortment of designs. Woven bead u girdles are another favorite, and Jet ?s beads are most interestingly combined | with brilliant reds'and blues, in this . collection. Alternating effects In 4 colored beads are most decorative, \ and this Idea- of bead usage is eel- « denced In necklaces and bracelets a( well as in girdles. Tassels and bea<J t balls that are part of the new-woven * girdles resemble the drapery acces- j sories tha- one connects with decora tions seen in "grandfather's" house, 1 and the!.- ornamental quality reduced to ,^e^ proportions is very no*el|^ k - ~ f Panele and Plalta. • ' A charming welding of panels and : plaits was noted in a polret twill frock In a fall collection recently. The bodice consisted of three wide panel4 j posed over a gray foundation, while j the skirt simulated the continuation \ of the panels in a box-fNaltfcd The bodice was embroMsrad.