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The Roses' chauffeur tnude himself known and Ellen, a grayhaired, elderly man and tin exceptionally handsome and self-possessed young woman all got into the limousine. Ellen imagined the pair to be father and daughter, and thought It would be romantic to be rich land travel •broad with an adoring father. The lady looked at her amiably enough, but did not speak. Presently they turned In at a snow-powdered gate and could see a splendid stone mansion, lying along a hillside draped 1& bare vines, but with heartening smoke arising from a dozen chimneys. They all went up the atone steps, and were admitted to dn enormous warm hall, where fires and tables and rich rugs and great bowls of flowers alt were jumbled together before her confused senses. Here was Mrs. Rose, magnificent and distrait, murmuring that the children were about sorne- *where; perhaps they had gone out. giving a maid directions In an aside, and looking a little blankly at Ellen until the girl remlnded^ her brightly: "It's Ellen Latimer!"" "Well, of course It Is. yon dear child." she said then, with a warming fcin, "and you came up In the car with Mr. and Mrs. Josselyn. Tom. this is a little friend of mine, Miss Latimer; and this is Mr. and Mrs. Josselyn, Ellen. I hope you all talked to each other?" Ellen was Just going to say. "We ! weren't introduced." but the young and beautiful Mrs. Josselyn spoke first, with a sort of pretty languor, "1 always talk, on all occasions!" and tben they all laughed. Ellen knew, suddenly, that the two women did not know each other very well, and thrft the man was quite at home In this house. "Where'd you put us, Abby?" he asked. "Don't come up; I know my way about." "I've got to go up," Mrs. Rose said. Interrupting a low-toned conversation she was having with an elderly maid.* *1 declare." she went on, mounting a dark, carved stairway that was spread with rugs, ornamented with potted palms, and lighted with a stained-glass window, "I declare, I get perfectly frantic sometimes, when the children have these affairs. Arthur brought down four boys from Harvard on Wednesday, and Lucia--presumably not out yet. If you please--all I can say Is, that I don't expect to live through it until she is out--and it's rash to this, and rush to that--I don't know what they're doing now--" -Ellen perceived that tbe matron was Mrs. Rose asked her about Paris, and she answered casually. Ellen old not know tha*t she was trying to make the older woman think that travel, wealth and the free purchase of gowns and Jewels were but an ordinary part of the day's work to Lillian Keeler. Ellen was deeply Interested and even thrilled by their tnlk. Her loyalty and affection were bound to Mrs. Rose; she decided that young Mrs. Josselyn was not a gentlewoman. All those blazing Jewels at Informal tea! A great-grandfather's clock In the dimness of the room boomed half-past five. And with a cold and Joyous rush, the youngsters came in for their tea. That was Ellen Latimer's last happy minute In the Rose house.- The little velvet dress did nbt fall from her as the clock struck, but she would have been happier running away from them all into the night, bare of feet and hair, and in her shabbiest kitchen dress, than she was to be here. In all their luxury and warmth. They were introduced, and they nodded, flinging furs and wraps into Ihe arms of silent, patient, waiting maids. Ellen marveled at their sports-clothes, the soft Swiss coats, the smart, shaggy little caps, the velvet skirts with their big buttons,""the silk blouses so Immaculately white. Lucia was not» pretty, but how smart she was, and how she chattered! Doris was pretty, and everything else that Ellen would have liked to be as well. The five boys were all quite young, fresh-faced, well-groomed, superficially poised In spite of their youthful clumsiness. There were nine of them, altogether. They talked only to each other, in a sort of running fire of growling and tittering and laughing. It was Impossible for an outsider to follow th.eir conversation, and even when the older people had drifted away, and Ellen was left with them, they made no concessions for her. Oh, what a fool, she was to come here at all, she thought, undressing late that night. And how she hated them all! They felt her unwelcome, and shabby, and difTerent, and the bitter thing was that Ellen knew that they were right. She could not speak their language, nor understand them when they spoke; her little attempts at merriment fell flat, her best gown was not as smart as their simplest sporting outfit. She had gone- downstairs timidly, in.the fussy little lace dress, to have them presently follow in P-t f::/ really deeply enjoying the responsibil / ity and confusion, and the strain on meals and beds. They went upstairs now, and had left the Josselyus at the door of a delightful room. "Which explains," said Mrs. Rose, **hy I've tucked you in here, on a •Ouch in my sewing room, my dear. You needn't hesitate to come in and oat, for Mr. Rose Is up at Great Bar- • ri&gton. for the golf." "It's lovely," Ellen smiled. "It's a j perfectly wonderful house," she added iishfully. * ~ "It's comfortable," Mrs. Rose said carelessly. "Josselyn did It." And With a sudden twinkle she added: "How did you Uke the bride and groom?" "I thought they were father and daughter!" ^ "Every one does. I've_Jcnown Tom , ^ josselyn all my life; we knew his first f"~ Wife well. She only died a year ago, , iiid ten "months later he married this-- Lillian Keeler. Nobody knows anything about her. Doris I'otter--you'll peet her tonight--says that she was a t model for Madame Yvonne, but I don't Relieve It. Young Glbbs Josselyn. th& •on--one of the dearest fellows that . . «ver lived--has never gotten over It. fom Josselyn Is sixty-five, you know, and she's twenty-eight. He broke with His father the day he heard the news, fcasn't seen him since. %le was In the §rm, too. I guess the old man felt It • fretty much. Now I hear that Glggs r Is going to study painting--he's a gifted fellow. Well! now I'll leave you. Brush up a little, and then come * down and have tea." It was just like an English house party in a novel. Ellen smoothed her hair, and put on the gray velvet dress •with the fresh frills, and went down to the library In a tremor of happiness. She was, early, und had time to enjoy a bonk 6f photographs and a |lre hefore her hostess came down. Then the Jossel.vns came, and an old aunt of Mrs. Rose, and two friends of the aunt, paying a. tea-call. Ellen was much the youngest, and Mrs. Rose enchanted her by letting her pass sandwiches and toast, and bring hack the cups for more tea. It was a wonderful hour. She was able to see now how really beautiful young Mrs. Josselyn was. Her golden brown hair was wound carelessly In glorious waves and coUs above her white forehead, and her white hand, heavily ringed, lay against the dark wood of ..jhe chalr-ann with all the pure beauty of alabaster She sometime* raised her glittering eyelashes, brown eyelashes with a hint'of gold in them, to smile lazily at her husband, but for the most part she was inert, making no efTwt-ia be more than H lovely picture. ~ -/ But Instead she let Lucia separate herself from her friends to drive thfe funny girl from Long Island in a small roadster. The roads were heavy, but Ellen knew nothing of curs, und did not know that reuily difficult driving was angering the already exasperated Lucia.. For perhaps fifteen minutes out of the long two hours the girls talked naturally. They reached the "Red Lion" an hour after the others, and Immediately had a large and noisy lunch in a sort of club lunchroom, with stags' antlers and beurskins, a roaring open fire, and exposed rafters of dark wood to give a rustic effect. After lunch skis were brought out, and Ellen wus dragged several cold miles on a sort of combination walk, scramble, slide, and skate., The boy called "Red" drove her silently home; he had had a good many cocktails before and ufter the walk, and drove recklessly. . They got home none tdo early to dress for the dance, an experience that Ellen never forgot. The yonng guests In the house had been Indifferent to her yesterday; today they actively disliked her, and she afforded them delicious tfiaterial for laughter. No one asked her to dance; she might nave been an invisible witness to the gayety, as she heartily wished herself, for any attention that was offered her. The girls, perfumed, powdered, laughing, pushed by her without a glance, and the boys, gathering eagenly about them, saw her as little. At twenty minutes to one Ellen found herself watching the bridge game. Mrs. Rose was playing with Mr. Josselyn, and it was evident that the luck was running against j them. I "There's no bidding hands like these! 1 declare I never saw anytlilng like it!" "I suppose we can't start another-- we said we would stop at one," young Mrs. Josselyn smiled. Ellen saw Mrs. Rose give her a venomous look as the jeweled hands tumbled the cards Idly,, and the army man earnestly and quickly added the various scores. "I'm going upstairs, now," Ellen put tn shyly. "I am--a sort of a headache--* 1 think I'd really better! And Mrs. Rose, will you tell me about trains tomorrow-- I think I had better--Aunt Elsie expects me--" She had nerved herself for opposition, but Mrs. Rose mnde none. "I'm sorry you can't stay," she said. "Better stay and have a little more good time. Auntie will forgive you I Anyway, come down and have some supper now!" But Ellen murmured of her headache again. She slipped upstairs. And, once In the safety of her own room, she began to undress automatically, with scarlet cheeks aud a heaving breast. They had been rude to her, they had been rude to her! She had only wanted to be Innocently happy, she had only asked that they be reasonably kind, and they had turned her world upside down, and scarred the old happy confidence forever! In Mrs. Rose's room, beyond the bathroom, a fire was burning, and Ellen went In to It, and sat down. Huddled In her wrapper, she was dreaming over the coals, when the door was pushed open, and she turned with, a smile, expecting to see her hostess. But It was young Mrs. Josselyn who came»in, wrapped In a splendid oriental robe, and with her thick, soft brown hair hanging In a loose coll between her shoulders. "I saw the door open." said she. upon the crowded table behind her. Ellen, whose sense of the romantic had been touched by this situation, looked at her with new Interest. Mrs. Josselyn, again stretching her lithe body with luxurious pleasure, apparently dismissed the subject from her mind, for when she spoke again. It waa of Ellen. "So you've hsd a nasty time, snd they treated you badly?" she said rutni* n'atingly. "Well, that's your fault, nay dear. You mustn't try to play their game; they'll have you theri. Make theni play yours!" "Easier said than done!" Ellen said, sensitive and girlish. 'Tell 'em you hate walks, and yon think they're all silly. Tell 'em yon won't dance until you feel like It-- they'll fall for anything! I'm going to bed--good-night!" she said sleepily,' and was gone. She Was Able to See Now How Really Beautiful Young Mrs. Josselyn Was. their exquisite simplicities of sheer linen and lawn, with girlish touches of pink baby roses or childish wide Roman sashes, plain silk stockings, plainly dressed little satiny heads, with Jeiveled pins tucked trimly against the colls and plaits. How fresh, how virginal, they were; schoolgirls Just on the threshold of womanhood, seventeen. eighteen, plneteen! Ellen's twen ty-two years seemed suddenly grimy and gray. A sense of injustice seized her. She had never been as young and sweet and confident as they were! They were all In love with life, and with each other; it was a pity that they could not spare a little love for Ellen; too. But Dorothy complimented Lucia, and Lucia. Doris, and Doris In turn told Mary that she looked adorable. No one of them gave to Ellen the word for which she hungered, or, better than praise, made the slightest effort to bring her Into the group, gave her any reason to believe that with eyes like hers, and cheeks like hers, the lace gown mattered not at all. The elaborate dinner *as served, and the young people began to dnnce. Then Ellen slipped upstairs, equally, unable to review the events of the day, or to anticipate those of tomorrow, with any equanimity. There would be a big dance tomorrow night, and a ride to the "Ked Lion" for lunch. Ellen did not ride. Well, she would go with old Mr. Josselyn and Mrs. Rose In the closed car. Unless she had a wire from Aunt Elsie saying that Grandpa was dead--ah, If only she might! [ But Grandpa was far from jleath, and Saturday had to be endured. It was all worse than Ellen's fears. Mrs. Rose wns not going on the ride, after all; she and the aunt and the Josselyns were going to play bridge. Lucta unbent from her indifference long enough to urge Ellen to try to ride. But Ellen, although she was eager to dare It, did not like to risk the danger of making herself absurd on a horse. There was another choice, but that, too. Ellen did not see until long afterward. She might simply have pleaded indisposition, have begged to be left quietly at home, and so have watched the bridge, which Interested her, and have had another pleasant tea-hour. dropping into the chair opposite Ellen. "I'm tired to deuth, but 1 don't feel like going to bed!" She stretched her slippered feet to the blaze, locked her hands behind her head, and yawned, as unselfconscloijs as a cat. Ellen studied the lovely white arms, the smooth low forehead from which the hair was swept, the dropped bronze eyelashes. She dared not open a conversation, and risk another snub. The other woman took a framed picture from the table, studied It for a few minutes, and ugaln moved her eyes slowly to Ellen. , "So you've been having a perfectly rotten time?" Ellen laughed nervously. • "Why. no, I couldn't say that!" "I suspected it, the way you hung around the card table." said yonng Mrs. Josselyn. frankly. She extended the picture she held to Ellen. "Know him?" she asked briefly. Ellefi shook her head. She looked at the face of a young man. thin, earnest of mouth and Jaw, keen of eye. Even In the picture she could see that the thick crest of hair was gray, and even In the picture the handsome fnce showed character and power At one corner, in a small square hand, wns written: "To Lucia's Mother, frum T. G. J:. Jr." CHAPTER III > The morning came with glorious winter sunlight, and Ellen Latimer, turning luxuriously under her warm soft blankets, stared blankly at a clock that was rapidly moving toward nine o'clock. They must all have had breakfast by this time--evidently nobody cared whether she was alive or dead. Ellen had had a white night-one of the few In her experience. For long hours she had lain awake, thinking soberly about the events of the past two days, and. quite unconsciously, assimilating their bitter lesson. These girls were not better than she, not wiser, not really happier. But their circumstances were utterly different. and it was Rllen who was 'to blame, not they, for trying to bridge the gulf between their Uvea She still hnd her good home, her own admiring and affectionate group. h#r books to read by the fire, her garden to dream over In the spring, and the swimming and bontlng and tennis that absorbed all youthful Port Washington from June to. October. Lucia and Doris were not real, and Ellen's life dealt only with what was practical and sane. One might sigh for the prettlness, the gayety, the irresponsibility, of Lucia's life, one's face miglji burn because this pretty butterfly could be so triumphantly rude, and so self-centered, but It was wiser to forget It all, or remembering. remember, too, that the dainty superfluities were a mere accident of Income. Ellen Latimer would have something that Lucia Torrey might envy some day, and through no accident of birth. The breakfast room was deserted. Ellen was the first of all the household to appear. She smiled over her carefully served courses, and presently was hanging absorbed <SVer a jig-saw puzzle that had been scattered upon one of the library tables the day before. Her train went at half-past eleven, It was not yet ten o'clock. As the young people straggled downstairs she looked up to nod at them composedly. She presently went quietly upstairs to pack, and pinned on the fur-trimmed hat, and fastened a little clump of fresh violets, from a vase, against the sober litttle suit, it was only goodby now, and the whole experience was over. "The limousine's coming 'round, dear," Mrs. Rose 8ald. They stepped out to the stone veranda that Ellen had crossed with such high hopes two days ago, and looked down upon a panorama of scattered homes and gardens powdered with the light snow and washed with brilliant sunshine; stone fences, brick fences, clean-swept driveways, everything shining and prosperous In a bath of Sunday peace. Ellen began her thanks and goodbys. "Don't say one word, dearie," Long Sleeves and Radical Changes Meet With Disfavor--Fringe Trimming Favorite. (l/nlus and ingenuity have tin oral similarity and nothing more. There is a vast difference between the poetic expression of s Shelley and the rhymes of the futurist, between the masterpiece of a Whistler and the vivid painting of the Impressionist. And there Is an equally broad chasm separating the creative designer from the sensationally inclined dressmaker, who will even espouse the grotesque in an endeavor to give milady something different. The test of true greatness In fashion, asserts a Paris writer In the New York Herald-Tribune, lies in the ability of the designer to induce a different mood rather than to create a new mode. Through the almost imperceptible raising of the waistline, the scarcely invisible change in the sleeve or waist, the Lanvins and the Chanels are able to accomplish far more than all of the combined hack dressmakers #ho .believe that a,new said kindly Mrs. Rose, "I'm only sorry you have to go." Her eyes suddenly were fixed upon the gate, and Ellen, turning, too, suw a low-hung, powerfully built roadster turn tn, and come quickly up the drive. "Now, who's thut?" wondered the older woman, discontentedly eyeing the two furred men who occupied the car. "1 never sit down to a game of--why, it's \Vard I It's my husband and Gibbs Josselyn!" She turned agitatedly to Ellen. "For heaven's sake, what shall I do?" Ellen, aware of an emergency, had yet not at all grusped the situation when the two men came laughing up the steps, and greeted her hostess. Mrs. Rose dazedly kissed the small, gray-haired man who wns her husband, und dazedly Introduced Ellen , "Ward, this is Nellie Buckley's girl you've henrd me talk about, and Miss Latliner--Mr. Josselyn," she said. White 8llk, Featuring a Combination of Flat and Fringe Embroidery. style can only be achieved by compelling the mode to do an abrupt about-face. It is true enough that the essence of fashion is change, hut It Is equally certain that human nature normally offers the strongest resistances to any deviations from its accustomed fare. The task for the genius of the couturier is to reconcile these premises--to produce a vitally different effect, but to avoid radically different themes; to lead the mode into unaccustomed channels by the most accustomed methods. Not Favored by Autumn Mode. These are pertinent considerations In any analysis of the new clothes which will sound the costume keynote for fall and winter. A great deal of disappointment has been manifested because at the Paris openings and at the French shore resorts, where some of the fall clothes made their appearance, there Is no evidence of a very radical change in the mode. The short skirt- has become a little shorter, perhaps a little wider; the straight line maintains its Inflexible rigidity. And the dilettante critics, lamenting bitterly over the evil days which have come to a mode which in their eyes knows no change, seize avidly upon the bizarre efforts of a few sensationalists whose creations will never grace anything more than the momentary shoulders of the mannequin. The mistake of these too casual observers is that they consider the means and not the end. It is true that the tools of the designer have not greatly changed, that plait and flounce, slenderness and simplicity, tunic and scarf, are Just as potent factors In the new mode as they were In the old. But it is equally patent that the creative genius of the French couturier has brought a grace and dignity into Its latest fashions which will have a deeper significance than any of the so-called revolutionary changes which have been sponsored by the lesser lights of the mode. The Inauguration of a new style cycle Is not necessarily indicated by these artistic changes but there has been unquestionably added an atmosphere of maturity which haS been lacking in recent seasons. The logical representations of the new autumn tendencies retain the straight, short, slender simplicity of their predecessors in the mode, but they have added a graceful austerity which quickly distinguishes theiu from the garcon styles of last season. They arc distinctive without being blzzare, different but not radical. The long tnnic Is the tnost outstanding characteristic of these frocks, which also exploit lace, the flounce and vivid colorings. The basis for all I is the simple silhouette, now more firmly ensconced than ever before. Long 8leeves in the' Mode. A distinguishing feature of the late season is the long sleeve. While many of the dresfees are still sleeveless.-the really new note is the long, perfect-fitting sleeve adjusted to a small shaped armhole. The sleeve follows the outline of the upper arm, fitting quite snugly and sometimes even tightjy. From the elbow down the sleeve may vt.ry In form. Often it is finished exactly like a shirtwaist, with a little cuff band; again it Is straight in Chinese style and trimmed with a band of self material, this hand in many Instances being corded. But Jt has always a neat trim appearance. Occasionally these tight-flttlng sleeves have below the elbow one or two plaited flounces or decorations of hand-embroidered fringes, made of cordonet or Milan, a smooth tubular cord which dressmakers are now using for sewn-in and embroidered fringes Each little strand of the cord that forms the fringe it threaded through the fabric with a half-dozen or more stitches. Callot featured this sewn-ln fringe tn the early spring, and It is one of the decorative themes that has become more pronounced as the seuson has advanced. Such an adornment immediately transforms the simplest looking dress into one of quite elaborate style. It In no way detracts from the slender line, as the threads, braids or cords used for this type of embroidery are of artificial silk and have both brilliancy and weight. The strands are sufficiently coarse to prevent .tangling. It is quite apparent that simplicity will again be the dominant note. Everything that is slim and straight is expressed in the newest dresses. The silhouette may have a flounce, It may be plaited. It may be cut with a slight flare fullness, it may be straight around at the hem or there may be a tunic, but in all its varying forms fashion keeps to the very straight Una. every meal •wee^'siid^a J s s-l-l-a-o b e n e l l l well. Good f a r teeth, brcsth and digestion. 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Established 185i Chicago--Boston--Pittsburgh--New Ybtfc Skirts Are Much Shorter Nothing heavenly about the first taste of high life. But how about the next? "He's not spoken to his father since our marriage.'* Mrs. Josselyn said. «ii* passionately. 'Tve never met . him. He's good looking--" She stared silently for several moments at the face of her unknown stepson before replacing the Sliver frame (TO BE CONTINUED.) Sensational Dancer Lolo Montez. a Spanish dancer, stirred Europe and America with her udventures during the tlrst half of the Nineteenth century. After many es capades In Europe she came to the United States In 1851, and died here in 18<S1. «X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X<»X*X*X*X«X*X«X*X*Z<8>X<frX*X+** 8klrty are distinctly shorter than they were at the February showings. Just as the straight line has prevailed over the circular cut, so also has there been a definite movement in favor of the shorter skirt as against the longer one. Thus today the fashionable skirt is both short and retains Its slender outline. The occasional wideness that is being introduced at the autumn openings does not materially dlatnrb the straight silhouette. The tunic form Is In evidence everywhere, and so is the double volante with the upper flounce a bit fuller than the lower. Often the tunic Is (lowered, embroidered or printed lu high colors. Once more the Paris modistes are staging a carefully prepared revolution against the perennial cloche which for the last few seasons has crowded every other chapeau out of the picture, and. from early indications, their newest efforts will be relatively successful. Which does not mean that the cloche Is about to fade Into a quick oblivion, but rather that It will now be compelled to share the spotlight with hats of different types. The St. Cloud Country club, becanse of its social importance, has come to be one of the most significant fashion centers of the preautumn mode, and the millinery exploited at this resort definitely forecasts the styles which will eventually be adopted for fall und winter. At the recent polo matches many medium large hats were noted in sailor and cloche forms. These hats can only be called large in comparison with the extremely small ones that have been so much worn--really thAy are not excessively large. Nun»erous Suzanne Talbot models were in evidence, some of them made of ribbons, antlclpsting definitely the autumn season. Talbot Is also having great snccess with her straw-embrolderel tu.le hats, the straw being appllqued in feather-like motifs that fall flat oq the tulle. This Is a medium large cloche with quite a pronounced droop to the brim, suggesting In a way the poke bonnet, as the brim- la narrow at ib« back. Of Cowurse Not! 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Some of the combinations are purple with scarlet, orange with Jade, and Chinese blue with purple. Fabrics in Fashion Georgette, lace, tnarocaiu aud crepe de chine are the most popular fabrics at the moment The favorite colors are beige, brown--but not too darkpale green and black and white. gallons. Tour druggist has It or can get it for you. Mailed prepaid upon receipt of price by the Owl Chemical Worka, Terre Haute. Ind. Stops Itching Peterson's Ointment To the millions of grateful sufferers who know about the mighty healing power of Peterson's Ointment for sore feet and chafing, Peterson says, "Usa It for skin and scalp itch; it never disappoints." All druggists, 35c, 60c. W. N. U* CHICAGO. NO. 33-1924.