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Nameless River •By VINGIE E. ROE Cipjrrtflit by th« McCall Company wku s*mo«. J RUSTLERS SYNOPSIS---Kats Cathrew, "Cattle Kate," owner of the Sky Line ranch, on her way to McKtne'l store at Cordova, seemingly Infuriated by the sight of a girl plowln* la a valley below, place# a" rifle bullet near the horses' feet. The girl takes no notice. Kate goes on to town, where her presence brings on a fight between McKane, the trader, and Sheriff Selwood. Ntince Allison, the girl on whom Kate Cathrew had vented her spite. Is with her widowed mother and crippled brother Bud farming land taken up by her father, killed a short time before tn a mysterious accident. Bud Is the victim of a deliberate scheme to malm or kill him. Kate Cathrew wants the farm for pasture land, and Is trying to frighten the Allisons into leaving. Big Basford, f>ky Line rider, desperately In love with Kate, picks a quarrel with a fellow rider. Rod Stone. Kate, to part them, lashes Basford across the face with a quirt. Nance discovers In a cave a fine collie dog, evidently guarding a child. She goes home mystified. Next day Nance returns to the cave with food and makes friends with the dog and the small boy. Sonny. He tells her "Brand takes care of him and Dirk," the collie. Selwood Is certain Kate Cathrew Is the head of a "cattle rustling" gang, with Lawrence Arnold, her partner, who rarely visits the ranch. Minnie Pine, halfbreed at the Sky Line ranch. Is In love with Rod Stone. - CHAPTER VII Ths Shadows Thicken. Old man Conlan was, as McKane had said, half crazy with the loss of .Us cattle. They were not so many, anly a matter of some twenty-two fcead, but they meant a lot to him. He Vwned no patented land. He was •aerely a squatter In the lower fringes •f the Upper country around at the Western end of Mystery ridge where Jkainbow cliff stopped spectacularly. Be lived with his wife In a disreputable old cabin and worked beyond his Hears and strength In the white fire of |px ambition--a laudable ambition, for le had a crippled son back East In col lege. He ran cattle In the hills and he jfenew every head of his brand to the fast wobbly calf, an easy matter, since they were few. At the store In Cordova he told hit. Woes to the countryside, and he had an attentive audience, for his Issue Was theirs, and In a broader way. On a pleasant day in late June, the eld man reiterated his grievance, pulling his long gray beard and flailing Ills gaunt arms in eloquent gesture. •Whoever they be that lifted my Steere," he said grimly, "I d--n their souls to b--I! I'd d--n their bodies, too, believe me, men, if I knowed 'em an' could throw my gun on 'em. Shur- Iff, here, might take me to Jail next minute an' I'd go happy." Selwood. sitting at a table desultorily playing cards, pushed back his hat and smiled. "Nobody's going to take you to Jail for killing a rustler, Jake." he said. --ffwe'd give you a reward Instead. I'd five a lot to have the chance myself." "Why don't ye hunt fer It, then?" demanded Conlan testily, "ef I waa •buriff--" "Yes 7" said Selwood, laying his cards flat on the table for a moment and facing him, "what would you do If you were sheriff?" *Td try, anyway," said the old man with a touch of scorn, "to find a trace of somethln'. I'd not stay on my ranch an* let th' world go hangL I'd ride th' bills, 'tenny rate." A slow paleness crept into Setwood's face, giving It an ashen bne. like a candle. He laid down his hand definitely and looked round at the ten •r twelve men lounging in the room. Among them were fossick and one ©r two others who had suffered at the bands of the mysterious thieves of Nameless. "I know that Jake here voices the feeling which has been growinagainst me for some time," be said evenly, "and this Is as good a time as any to speak about It." "You're our sheriff. Price, an' a d-d good one," spoke up Bosslck loyally, an I tor one have nothing to aay against you. I know-no one bettei^- what you're up against I trailed «ny own stuff into that river with you an I know that they simply vanished. I've done my own darndest to onravel th mystery, an' I can't sea what more any man'd do, sheriff or not!" Selwood smiled at him. "Thanks. John." he said, "m not forget that. But " a feller to loaa Block an' have t» stand helpless." "And how do you think It galls me to fall to catch the lifters?" asked Selwood quietly. "It's my Job--my-- my honor." He placed op his cards again sad turned to the tab!a. "But no matter what la said, or thought about me," he finished, "every day of my further hold on office will be given over to th* same hunt--until I find what I'm after, or give up as a failure." Hlnk Helsey, the bearded man who had sat on the store porch that day of the light between Selwood and McKane, now dropped the forward legs of his chair to the flow and sat up, doubling his knife and putting It away in a pocket. -Sheriff," ha said, Tm stackln* on you, along with Bosslck. I think ywU ketch yer game--an' I think you're already on th' right trail.** McKane looked at him as If he could kill him and his tongue Itched to Hall both men, the speaker and Selwood. for he knew that they meant the same thing. There was one listener, however, who said nothing and whose sharp eyes scanned each face in the room with painstaking thoroughness. This was Sud Provine, a rider from Sky Line who had come down for the mall. The Sky Line men never stayed long at Cordova, except as they came now and again for a night at play. When the talk had changed from the all-absorbing topic of the stolen cattle, this worthy rose, took his sack and departed. Hy Several pain of eyes followed him. but no one spoke of him. There was something about the Sky Line riders which seemed to preclude discussion In the open. • • • • • • • Price Selwood had told the troth. There was not a night of the long warming weeks of spring which bad not seen him, a shadow in the shadows, riding the slopes and flats of Nameless. Sometimes he sat for hours high on some shoulder of the hills watching the bowl beneath with tbe moonlight sifting down In a silver flood. Again, when the nights were dark, he rode up under the very lip of Rainbow cliff and watched and listened, his every sense as acute as a panther's. There were times when he sat for half a night within hailing dts-. tance of Kate Cathrew's stronghold, and once her dogs, winding him, yammered excitedly. This brought out a stealthy listener, whose only betrayal was the different note in the dogs' voices. But someone was there In the darkness of the veranda, and Selwood ojtstayed him, whoever he was--outstayed the animals' excitement, their cnrio8ity, and left with the hint of coming dawn to drop back down the slants and sleep the day away at home. Night again saw him traveling, and always his one obsession traveled with him--the hard-and-fast presentiment that Kate Cathrew was the tangible element In the smoke-screen of mystery which rode the country. It was not long after the talk at the store, perhaps a week or such a matter, wheq he got the first faint Inkling of a clue. It was scarcely more, yet it served to sharpen his wits to a razor edge. It was not moonlight, neither was It clear dark of the moon, but that vague time In between when a pale sickle sailed the vault and shed Its half-light to make shadows ghostly and substance illusive. Selwood had ridden all the lower reaches of Nameless that week, had skirted the western end of Mystery, and even trailed far into the Deep Hearts themselves in an effort to find something, anything, which might tell him he was at least on the right track. He hardly knew what it was for which he searched--perhaps an old trail, perhaps a secret branding fire But be had found nothing. So he fell back on his night riding again, and as always this led him Instinctively into sidewlse In his worn trail which tdvl§ He was not too dose, MM* aftMnitft* In a little thicket of maple about fifty yards back and above. Ha bad spent many an hour here before. It afforded a good view of the trsH, and better still, a splendid chance to hear. Twice tn the last month he had beard and seen a bunch of Kate's riderse coming borne from Cordova where they had gone to gamble. But this fact had been unproductive of anything sinister. They had ridden boldly, as behooves innocent men, their horses climbing slowly with rattle of spar and bitchain, the squeak and whine of taddies. Selwood bad reached a hand to his horse's nose to preclude Its neighing, and had seen them pass on up and disappear. Next day be bad unostentatiously made sure that these men had played St McKane's--In both instances;. And now he wafted again, seemingly in a foolish quest. He knew it would seem ae to an observer. It seemed so to him when he regarded it with reason. But reason was not actuating htm. It was Instinct-- hunch. So Sheriff Price Seiwood--whom Kate Cathrew quite frankly hatedsat In tbe darkness and watched and listened beside her trail, a lost little thread on the vast expanse of the wooded slopes. A long hour passed, tilled with the soundful silence of the wilderness. He heard an owl call and call In mournful quaver from far below, another answer. He knew that some hunting animal was abroad in the mansanlta to his right, for he caught a thud and rustle, the pitiful, shrill scream of a rablt A night bird gave out a sweet alert note from time to time and an Insect drummed in a pine tre*. And then he heard, or thought he did, another aound. It was so far off and faint that he could not be sure, and for a time be fancied he might have been mistaken. Then it came again--the crack of hoofs on stone, and once more alienee. He held bis breath, listening. Once again he beard that cracking of hoofs--and this time he knew tbem for cloven hoofs. A cattle-brute wan coming up the trail toward him. There was nothing In that fact to cause undue excitement--except one thing. Under ordinary conditions that steei would be lying In some^ snug gtade cherfing its cud. In no natural case would jt be coming up a trail at s smart pace--with a horse behind it I Selwood leaned forward, gripping his own mount's nose, and strained his eyes In the Illusive half-light. Presently he saw what he knew he would see--a rider, driving one lone steer up tbe trail to Sky Line. It was too dark to see anything else --who the man was, or what manner of steer be drove, or what horse he rode. And though he waited till tbe cooler breath of the night warned him of coming day he saw nothing more. He spent the next day at Cordova, listening, but though several cattlemen came in, there was nothing said of a loss among them. But the day after old man QwI^b was in and fit for durance. He threw his ragged bat on McKane's floor and Jumped on it, reviling the law and all it stood for. "Two morel" he bellowed with a break of tears tn his old voice. "By -I ef this ain't th* limit I I only had sixteen left an' th' two best out th' lot come up mlssln' this mornln't Ain't no trail agin. They's tracks all over, sure--but th' other stock Is on th' slope an' this time there Just ain't nothln'!" Barman, from up on Nameless, wss at the store snd he snd McKane tried to calm the old man down, though tbe cattleman's own blood was roiled. "It Is a d--d dirty shame I" he said indignantly, "have you told Selwoodl" "Him 7" grunted Conlan. "H--II" "He's here now," said McKaa* "Just getting down." Price Selwood entered In tltne to hear the last of the old man's tirade, to catch the drift of what had happened .and hla eyes glowed for a second. He laid a hand on Conlan's arm. "Jake." he said, "hold in a little longer." "Hold h--IP raid tbe other shaking off the band. Til be ready for the county house in Bement In another three months I" I don't think so, Jake," said tbe sheriff quietly, "tell me--were those two steers branded?" "Course. Plain as day. J.C. on right hip, swaller-forkln left ear. One. was roan an' tother a bay-spot." Selwood turned without a word, left tbe store, mounted and rode away. 'Jest Uke him 1" said Conlan bitterly, "goes a'rldin' off all secret-like an' snappy--'s if he knowed somethln' or wanted us to think he did." "Mebby be does," said Barman. • • • • • * • Sheriff Selwood rode straight op to Sky Line ranch. It took him a good three hours, going fast, and It waa far after noon when he pulled rein "Whoever They Be That Lifted My 8teers," Ho Said Grimly, «M Their Souls,to H--Til" the region of Sky Line ranch. He had crossed the river near the head of . X • friends think rm i° * ***I Nance Allison's tilled land, and had Job. I haven't said H tTT* °D tb* I *at a monieDt peering down the length what I've hm>n !ng at °f the brown stretch where the rows wait nntii i k preferring to I of young corn were springing bravely Is the smoothest work I ever \ 1 Cr°P' tor he knew fling-. U don't stand to simple ^ I «£! v**!. knOWB her father woo. We know beet cattle don't flT-l Th. ,t™15hWorww« man and y»ett «thhoa»t a- eems the only way .t7h ey \\T atlaoen gh ard effort of the family to get could have got out of the country. • They go--and they leave no trail. I ; know, for I've ridden the hills, Jake, notwithstanding. In dragnet fashion Ask my wife how many nights I've slept at home since the last raid. Take a look at my horse out there. He's hard as iron and lean as a rail. And there's another at home that looks Just like him. If I haven't found any thing It's not because I haven't n taavded." V Several men stirred and one spoke. "X dont think many of ns blame _ yea, Pric*" be said, "bat it does gall w She«sdft* ftownlng tjtd inhospitable. "What do want of msl* tha asked coldy. "Nothing;" said Selwood, "except to tell yon I*m going to take a look around your place." "Look and be d--d I" aba flared^ "What do you think yonll And?" "Well--" be drawled, smiling, "1 might find a couple of steers branded with J. CL on the right hip." For one fraction of a second the black eyes burning somberly on bis flickered, lost their direct steadiness. Selwood laughed, though be waa alert In every nerve and his right hand waa on his thigh near to tba bott of his that bong there. Cald- Escort, Caldvwttrfli Asked Sarcastically. well and several other riders stood close, their eyes on him. He thought of John Allison, found dead at the foot of Rainbow cliff, to all Intents the victim of accident. "What's the matter, Kate?" be asked pointedly. "Suffering from nerves? Didn't think you had any." And he turned to ride oyer toward the corral. - Kate's flaming orbs sought the face of her foreman. "Go with him," they telegraphed, and Caldwell went. Selwood covered every foot of the home place of Sky Line In a grim silence, looking for anything. He looked into corral and stable, brush pasture and branding pen, but found no sign of the stolen steers. When at last he rode away It was straight down along the face of Rainbow cliff toward the west. He did not know why he skirted the rockface, since It was hard going. The earth at the foot of the great precipice was slanting snd covered with the loose stone that was forever falling from the weathered wall. It was rough on the horse's feet, but be held blm to It--and lie was surprised to find that Caldwell was still with him, and rising inside next to the cliff. "Think I need escort* Caldwell?" he asked sarcastically. "Mebby as much |s ve need spyln* on," returned tbe other and rode along. Three miles further on tbe sheriff turned down the mountain and tbe foreman reined np, sitting in silence to watch blm out of sight. "Wings is right," said Selwood to himself, "those steers must have thep --but that woman's, eyes were guilty, or I'm a liar." At the sume moment Caldwell was heaving a long breath of relief as be pulled bis horse around and beaded home. "This here sheriff Is gettln' a little bit inquisitive," he thought, then grinned sardonically. "But If he never geta any wiser than he la now he won't set anything on Are. In fifteen feet of th' Flange an' never saw a thing I Holy smoke l Some sheriff I An* yet--can't blame him--the Flange'd fool tb' devil himself Here's certainly a double mystery. Who rustles the cattleT and what becomes ef them? Is It Kate? (TO BB CONTINUED.) , * Have Faith in Time Tennyson once wrote this wise line: "Walt: my faith Is large in time." Well might it be. If we work faithfully, time will bring good results. If we have sinned and repented, time will remove the consequences of our sin. If some gtegt sorrow has come to us, time will heal tbe wound. If we are misunderstood, time will show of what sort we are. Time Is tho great healer. Time brings results. Time ohr done so much that it may be trusted to do much more. Have faith In time. [Oil Sci*nti*t9 Tear after year DSllliiSS fit btttterflles leave their bi«M||i groonds la the South and fly northward. Tboae that travel the greatest distance cover about 4,000 miles. They are found on the southern shores of the Mediterranean about April and reach England towards the end of May. Many still continue to fly northward, arriving In Scotland about mid-June, and eventually reaching Iceland In July. According to M. C. B. Williams, chief entomologist to the Egyptian ministry of agriculture, they originate from south of tbe great desert belt that crosses Africa and westem Asia. These butterflies have never been seen making the return Journey, and It is a mystery how every year swarms leave Africa and find their way to the same countries in the North. It has been suggested that some go back, but since they -have never been seen they must either travel by night or return In ones and twos. Mr. Williams' theory is that the migration of the butterflies resembles a kind of relay race, and tinat those that ultimately reach Iceland are many generations younger than those that JLrst set... Africa.--3*t-Bita. Salt Old Symbol ot "Wisdom and GraceP Superstitions regarding salt were extremely numerous among tbe ancients, and the symbolism of salt Is apparently one of tbe oldest among the early oriental nations. Salt is a symbol of "wisdom and grace," and of "perpetuity and incorniptlon." Tbe oriental customs were to ratify compacts by-Aalt. It was their emblem of friendship and fidelity. With It they made pledges of hospitality which were never to be violated. Salt was commended to the Jews to be used In sacrifices, and now some superstitious people carry first Into a new home salt, a broom and a Bible. Tbe salt is for pureness, the broom for cleanliness and the Bible for holiness. Salt has been indispensable to man as a Beasoner and preserver of food from the earliest times. It has also been used for glazing pottery, for hardening soaps and for Increasing the clearness of glass for many years. Soda, chlorine and other chemical substances are obtained from salt.--Pathfinder llagatlne. Thoam Wonderful Atom* People often talk glibly about atoms without for a moment realizing what an atom really Is. Its diameter Is too small to be seen under an ordinary microscope. Atoms have been closely studied for over a century, and only within the last decade has it been possible to measure them. An atom is indivisible and Is found to be very much like celestial solar systems in that It contains a central sun which LB called the nucleus around which revolve from one to ninety-two planets called negative electrons. These move in orbits after the style of the planets. Small as the atom Is its nucleus, which is charged with positive electricity. is so much smaller that there IS enough space In an atom for 8,000,- 000,000 or more nuclei.--Family Herald. „ • Ancient Fbrtn df Torturi The boot was an Instrument of torture formerly In use to extort confessions from suspected persons or obtain evidence from unwilling witnesses. It originated in Scotland, being known to have been employed there before 1000. The booK was made of Iron, wood and iron, and was fastened on tbe leg, wedges being driven between the leg and the boot by blows from a mallet. After each blow a question was put to the victim, and the ordeal was continued until he gave the Information or fainted. There were also Iron boots which were heated on the victim's foot A less cruel form was a boot made wet and drawn upon the leg and then dried with fire. Species Unchanged for Eight Million Years Tha longest pedigree In the world so fsr as science can discover belongs to tbe "sphenedon," which can boast an ancestry of eight million years duration. The sphenedon la found on a tiny Island off the coast of New Zealand. There Is nothing quite like it anywhere elaa. Tbe . - -- sphenedon is a reptile and la a mlxand earned - ?ll t*le ranchers 1 ture of crocodile, snake, turtle, and rtnd wte™ « m»"er <* fact. It is " **«***•<» al- \ probably the ancestor ot all these dinosaur snd other prehistoric animals are of quite reeent date compared with the sphenedon. It is generally supposed that the dinosaur disappeared off the earth a aaare tbrea a^ lion years ago! Unappreciated Chivalry He had been rending knightly romances und grew dlssutisfled with tbe present unrnmantic state of thewortd. He believed It his duty to Inject SOOM romance Into the dally grind. On a rainy, muddy day he sallied And this girl was not shiftless. Instead, her sharp management and 1 "families." most as a religion. . bnt ln the proc#-. of -- Nameless could condone wrong, bntltloa through conntlw ,h. not s essnesa. 1 "children" have altered and split up I forth to perform some knightly errand. I into a hundred and one different! He heheld a bewitching girl about to . . , . • The sphenedon, however.! step from her car onto the dirty m*«. her heavy labor were matters of note, has gon« on Its way unchanged and ment. Hastening forward, h. snLd 8o the sheriff took special cognisance is exactly"as It was eight million years! his coat under her dainty feet. ago. This phertstorlc creature shows greatest similarity to the Heard, it has fopr short legs and a long tall. Its face is rather Uke that ot a fish and there is a hard ridge on the top of its bead and down its back. of the look of her big field of corn and nodded ln pleased satisfaction. Then he moved on up into the bluebrush that clothed the slants by the river and made for the heights. Three hours later be was aittin* She looked at him ln surprise. "Well, of all the darned foolsP she exclaimed. Copied Eattern Tablet It was not, probably, until the time of the Crusaders that the table became an honored piece of furniture ln the homes of the Britons. It has been established that the knights and squires of these times, on their Journeys to the East, saw specimens of tables that were exquisite In their beauty of design and perfect craftsmanship. b is not too much to imagine that on their return to their own land they set about to copy tbe tables that they had seen in the palaces of the Egyptians and Assyrians* % Tbe prince of Wales marches forth In s gray felt hat with down-tcrned brim, and it becomes tbe smart masculine uniform for two continents-- the Comtesse de X. wears a flaredback skirt and all the midlnettes ln Paris cannot supply the sudden demand. At Longchamp a hundred graceful mannequins disport themselves in the smartest costumes of Patou, Lanvlt et al. and they attract only the casual attention of the passing throng--Lady W. is noticed wearing an exclusive but no more attractive frock than the others, and she immediately becomes the cynosure of all eyes--every slight detail of her wardrobe du Jour is remarked, reported and commented upon, and ber single dress is given far greater attention than all the costumes of tbe hundred mannequins. Vicarious glory is the explanation of this phenomenon--and it accounts for the importance of Longchamp and tbe Lido, of Cannes and Monte Carlo, ef the opera and all other functlocs which serves as rendezvous for the haute monde on both sides of the Atlantic. Why should the chance ensemble worn by Lady W. at Longchamp have a greater sartorial significance than tbe carefully studied creations of the Paris couture worn at the same races by models who have marched before the mirrors for weeks in order to achieve the most perfect effect? Why should the effete masculine world lend an eager ear for the latest sauntering suit of the prince of Wales? asks a fashion writer ln the New York Herald-Tribune. It Isn't that the haute monde always wears the smartest clothes--they usually do, but tbe rule is not inviolable- . Vicarious Glory and the Mode Defined briefly, vicarious glory means glory by proxy--and it is the portion of most of us who can achieve it ln no other way. One of the transcendent qualities of human nature Is the wish for self-glorification. Where is tbe youngster who does not wish to become, one day, another "Babe" Ruth--where is the fair tennis player who doe- not eagerly emulate the costumes and racquets of Suzanne Lenglen and Helen Wills? The same instincts prevail ln later years except that they are directed toward different ideals. Unfortunately, the Napoleons and the Joans, the princes of the realm and duchesses are few and far between, and the rest of us are compelled to glorify ourselves by means of Identifications with some dominating movement or persons. The almsseeker ln the parks, penniless, will boast that he is a citizen of the richest country in the world--the cripple will glory In the fact that his country is the world's greatest cthletlc nation-- the lady who can never hope for social recognition will bask ln the reflected glory of society's leaders-- and, consciously or otherwise, tbe medium of Identity ln almost every case is dress. Possibly because thai is the most easily copied trait ot heroes and heroines--possibly because clothes are such an Integral part of every personality. Whatever the reason, the fact Is indisputable, and there you have one of the great basic secrets of fashion, the why and wherefore of fashion reporters and an excellent opportunity to predict future modes for yourself by means of close observation. Gathering Places of Society. All these comments are prefactory to a discussion of tbe Longchamp fashions, drawn from the haute monde race devotees. L'he significance of Longchamp derives from the fact that ln France the races are tbe daytime gathering places of society-- they are tbe stage for tlie latest clothes of this season and tbe anticipatory frocks of the season that win not opea tor several months. The huge flower beds of Longchac are always filled ln tbe early spring.. With cineraria of the most wonderful shades of blue, red and purple, at>4 this year it seemed they were esp|^%» dally planned to give the dressmalfci ers a seasonal hint as to the coloi# for summer frocks. The soft bluflil and purples have been ln perfect ha* mony with the racing frocks worn flft this course. The women's tribune <lt the Jockey club has been a mass df color, the few times the weather pejp m It ted, with more than half tbe halt and scarfs of fuchsia snd purple lonqi. and the other half periwinkle a4' cineraria blue. One of the prettiest costumes notcji at Longchamp recently was worn tbe former Mls% Gwendolyn Robl#> son, daughter of the late Mr. Motor cure Robinson, of Paris and New ¥oi% vrt*feT*V,. Ensemble Suit of Navy Wool Created by Rence. two days after her marriage to Martin de Alzaga Unzue. Her coat; of the straight, mannish type, was ef a rich, mauve kasha over a plaited crepe de chine frock of the sanfe* shade, and her hat mauve felt, with a narrow brim turned up ln front It begins to appear as though tbt Louis XI bat may soon replace tha ubiquitous small felts which have been so much overdone. Baronne de Fouquler, always smartly dressed, wore a hat of this type at the races th^ other day, a model of bols de rofs felt with a round well-fitted crownnot nearly so high as the crowns have been recently--ami a broad flaring brim, wblch rolled up on one side and across the back, and well down ovV the eyes in cloche shape ln front Brilliant colors displaced what biA almost come to be regarded as the inevitable black-and-white as the reigning hues at the Belmqnt Pack spring racing season. Belmont Paiitt» from s sartorial viewpoint, comes a little closer to the Continental ldefel thsn almost any other American track, and the fashionables of this country are Invariably among those present on important dates. The United Hunts meet, wblch occurred during tbe first days of spring, indicated that -gay colors were about to come Into their Inheritance, and the official sea^ son has entirely confirmed that prediction. Petunia, fuchsia, violet, deepsea greens, the beige range, and vivid blues were the leading colors, and though an occasional dowager fai forth ln the more sober black-ai white, the costume of the day was tlnctly colorful. Gay Colors Coming Into Their Own Helpful Suggestion "Yes," said the doctor. Impressively, "I think you had better take up golf." The patient squirmed uneasily ln his chair. "I have, doctor," he said at length. "I've taken up golf. In fart, I've taken It up and dropped it" The physician was not daunted ln the least. He smiled and continued: "In that case 1 would suggest you take it op again and try to get some Indestructible clubs." Had Two Methoifc. Mrs. Smith had Inserted an advertisement Id the papers for a new nurse msld and was interviewing tbe first applicant "And what" said she, "Is your attitude on corporal punishment?" Tbe appl leant thought for a while and then replied, "Generally, I takes 'am across my knee, but I can smack 'em standing up if necessary." Forgive the Janitor "The acoustics are very bad In this ball, seems to me," remarked tbe critic." "They be that," sppke np tbe Janitor. "I can't seem To get rid of 'em. although I've tried every kind of bug and roach powder on the market."-- Stlllson Cenlth. " Tbe tailored note--as evidenced by 0ie tallleur .proper and tbe various nmnnish manifestations of the btber members of milady's wardrobe--was decidedly worsted by the gentler of more feminine element ln dress. Even the sports frock was temporarily overshadowed by a group of very feminine dresses which accented their gossamer fragility by the utilization of chiffons and the most delicate of crepes. The Jumper-frock has been the costume of the day at Belmont Park since the season opened, and It has been closely followed by the ensemble. Dress details are more diversified than ln many months. The tunic has been a consistent note at smart gatherings all season and Its peak has not yet been pnssed. The skirt length remains short, but not acutely so--tbe extremely abbreviated lengths have never met with favor ln fashionable circles. The flare continues Its roving popularity and shows definite signs of changing its locale In the near future. The straight back is still popular, but It is frequently being displaced by flares and other detaila. And there are general indications that frills are to be welcome visitors. Tbe separate wrap has been a prominent note ail season, particularly or the crisper days, and it is more varied than any other Item of milady's wardrobe. Tbe cape-coat numbers many smart sponsors among Its adherents--' it Is most usually worn ss part of an ensemble, the dress of which has sleeves to match the outer coats. The sheer wrap is appearing ln greater numbers, and It Is destined to be an outstanding note of jhe season. Tha vogue of the ensemble coat continuea, and printed linings remain the principal liaison-medium. Coat trimmings are far more simple than at Longcbamv. Diced Stoclcinga The dealers who gambled on "diced* stockings are winners, for there Is an increasing demand for hosiery of that design for summer. The vogue originated In London and baa spread la this country. Sheer Material*, Plain and Patterned SurfacM Many a sweetheart tuna oat a btt- Thejter dissppolntmeab *'! 'Sister nstsr, the Goode "l>o you ililnk you cat our line ot cigars?" Job Hunter-^"Oh, "y ; I kngw " The Introduction of fashions for midsummer finds a place ot considerable prominence given to sheer materials both ln plain and patterned surfaces, and their use Is not confined to models appropriate to ceremonious fairs. In simple two-piece versions of the popular Jumper frock the*®V®J! place In the daytime wardrobe and are so plain In their tailored simplicity that they may even be worn ln Xe morning and on the The tailored models, fashioned of Drinted chiffons and \ georgettes with la«e colorful designs which are so striking that Uttle U any trimming Is required on the frock, are new and decidedly smart. Recently at a fashion showing of frocks designed for warm-weather wear an Interesting group composed of tailored dresses of flowered chiffon Attracted much attention and elicited lmo8t favorable comment. were designed on long, straight UB44 with occasionally a flare at the ed .by godet flounces or groups of plaits, la practically erwt instance the frock was a one-piece affair, some being belt less, others defining a natural waistline, with a narrow string sash. The collars were of the ChuMl type, turned back slightly, or of the straight style, which extended into long ends looped over once and halving below the waist. Particularly Interesting were the sleeves, always long. In many instsnces they were tight-fitting, but s number of lotMS sleeves gathered into s tight caff wSM also shown. •> / Chiffon la Faahioa ^ Chiffon is the fashion. Tba gaj|r printed floating fabrics aTe being almost universally used for tea and semi-formal evening costume* . Nrpls Faibionabil ^ The deep shade of purple knowvi lis ecclesiastic is moss in evanHic« w the fashions. •-« ^ -jsi i . , t S * * ^