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- I , , ^ " ' vv K-V '-*, , l *\" * ' >R: 4 '** *' \\I H)L '>'- pffp fV?:r '•J$*-I.: THE McHKNRY PLAINDEAEER, McHENBY, ILL, ' '•^\')f'"-_'-'fy '/"""'^ " *' f, "*'•' v.'"""' .. . J * V ' A . •"Hi' :-;-;i" r̂ I THE HEART NIGHT Wl A STORY OF THE GREAT NORTH WCST Oy viNGie e. «oe ILLUSTRATIONS 6Y /FRY 0)A(RZFC&J COPYWCNR OY POD0. RT£AD AND COMPANY SYNOPSIS. --A-- Sllotz of Daily's lumber camp direct? • s-tranper to the camp. Walter S&ndry Introduces himself to John Daily, fore­ man. as "the Dillingworth Lumber Co.. or most of it." He makes acquaintance With the camp and the work he has come from the East to superintend and make successful. He writes to his father that he intends to get a h&ndful of the wealth In the uncut timber of the region. He gives Siletz permission to ride Black Bolt nis saddle horse. In an emergency he proves to the foreman that he does not lack judgment. Siletz tells him of the Preacher He discovers that Siletz bears the sign of the Siletz tribe of Indians and wonders what her surname is. In tlie flush of a tender moment he calls her "the Night Wind in the Pines" and k'.sses her. CHAPTER VIII. A Newcomer Among the Pines. One day soon after the men returned with word of the raft's safe delivery into the hands of Captain Graftz, San- dry, working over his books in the lit­ tle office, heard a strange voice with­ out. "Oh, no," !t was sarin? in fresh, sweet accepts--and the very tone said East--"You need not wait. I'm^oing to stay. If this is the office, or head­ quarters of this place. I'll fin^ whoever is in charge. Just put my ^trtink on that pile of timber. Be careful! Oh, do be careful" That case contains my typewriter, and it's more precious than gold! There--that's right. Now. what do I owe you?" There was «n answer and the clink of money, and Sandry rose just as the office door opened. It was the East that confronttjd him. Fifth avenue it­ self, the whaie Inimitable metropolis refined into cue woman. » "I must b«g a thousand pardons." she said, her clear blue eyes raised to his face, "and a lot of indulgence 1 want to be taaen in. Do you think any­ one in this delightful place will do it?" "The whole camp will fight for the privilege," promised Sandry rashly, falling in instantly with her bantering tone and responding to the frankness of her smile. He watched her sit down gracefully in the chair that he hurried­ ly puiie«i forward. With the first glimpse of her the old nostalgia had returned upon him and his heart clam­ ored for home. "You are from New York," he said. Simply. "Yes. And I supnose I must explain at once. You westerners are so insist­ ent on reasons. My name is Poppy Ordway--and I am of that unfortunate and much criticize-1 species, the wom­ an with a life worV The smile 6he turned upon him was alectric, full of (hat heady quality which is distinctive of the vital wom­ an, the woman of atrong and excitable passions; it appealed to Sandry in­ stantly, so that a thrill of gladness ran through him to his very finger tips. "I have written a few short stpries which have been well received in the eastern magazines, but they fail to sat­ isfy me. I have my first novel drafted, and it is over there on your lumber i?ils along with my precious type­ writer. It is,a taps of the lumber re­ gion--and I've come out to work on the ground. Do you think I can find sanctuary?" "We'll see that you do," said San­ dry pleasantly, "and you couldn't have Struck a better spot for local color any­ where in the Northwest, We are ele­ mental here, Tight down to the primi­ tive, and we are swamped with 'at­ mosphere.' You Just come along to Ma Daily," he promised, already using the tone of hail-fellow which their common nativity and her frank man­ lier had established between them. Hungrily he watched her gather up her skirts and precede him up the lit­ tle path to the cook-shack, where Ma Daily was already standing in the door to take inventory. Every little move­ ment was so familiar, so potent in its suggestion of home. Chatting lightly, the stranger step­ ped up on the porch and smiled at the white-haired old woman. "Ma Daily," said Sandry--he had long since lost the sense of resentment at the family atmosphere of the camp --"this is Miss Ordway of New York-- a famous author--and she has come West to write a new book. Luckily she struck us in her search for local oolor. Can we take her in?" Ma Daily looked at the visitor sharp­ ly and Sandry saw a scarce perceptible change pass over her cheery features. The vital blue eyes of the younger woman gave back the scrutiny with perfect openness. "Please dp, Mrs. Daily." she said in her sweet voice. "Please, please do." LOOKING ON THE SUNNY SIDE "Don't know," said Ma slowly; "there ain't any room." "I'll abdicate," put in Sandry quick­ ly; "she may have my room and I'll put up a cot in the office." Just at that moment Siletz came in at the west door and, crossing the big room, stood looking out upon the group on the porch. Her dark eyes rested first with a fleeting glance on Sandry and then she saw the other. She did not speak but leaned against the door-jamb drinking In this appa­ rition. In the little pause that fell presently she turned to the old lady "Yes, mother," she said softly, "please do." The stranger flashed a brilliant glance at her, and with an inimitably pretty gesture reached out a gloved hand and patted her arm, bare under the rolled-up sleeve. "Mr. Sandry." called John Daily, standing on the foot-log, "will ye come down here a minnit?" "Siletz," said Ma, when the glitter­ ing guest had been shut away in San- dry's little south room, "what for do you want we should keep her?" "Why--1 don't know, mother," said the girl simply, "only she's too beau­ tiful to let go. She looks like the sun on snow." "Yes. Yes, I think she does," re­ turned Ma inscrutably, "and's about as cold and false." As Sandry Joined his foreman he saw that something had ruffled the usually placid temper of the slow giant. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Hampden of the Yella Pines is in the office," said Daily sharply, "an' from his looks he's got somethin' nasty up his sleeve." "Oh, yes--Hampden--he's one of the owners, isn't he?" The two men walked back to the of­ fice and found, seated in the swing chair, with his feet on Sandry's desk, k short; square man with a face and manner which set Sandry on edge at V. I Anythlng Is Better Than to Give Oneself Over to Pessimism That Will 8poil Everything. Since we all have more or less mis­ fortune to meet let us strive to meet It in the right way. Why sit down and bewail the ill luck that is ours? Why turn our sorrow over and over in our minds, seeing in it ever new phases of misfortune? No! Let us stand up beneath its weight, no mat ter bow heavy the load may seem. people had been ou It erviously for years, according to John Daily. "Jus' so. jus' so," said Hampden, "only I'm afraid well have to stop your operations, Mr. Sandry. The fact Is, we've just bought this tract, an as it comprises two hundred and fifty acres, an' is in the form of a narrow strip runnin' north an' south, it will effectually keep you out o' the East Belt--unless, o' course, you should buy it of us." For a moment Sandry regarded the speaker In mild astonishment. "You must 'oe mistaken. Mr. Hamp­ den," he said; "all the stumpage for five miles north and east is our prop- e*£y, with options on every privately owned section for another seven miles in both directions. And this tract you speak of lies within a mile and a half of camp. You are suffering under a hallucination." Sandry smiled coldly. "If you will take the trouble to look up the records in the state land office at Salem." returned Hampden smooth ly, "you'll find that I'm In my right mind, all right. This here track has been duly filed on under the home­ stead law by one T. J. O'Connel, and sold by him last week to the Yella Pines Lumber company. Now, my young Easterner, you can't run yer log trail acrost our land." Hampden rose, his little eyes shin­ ing with savage triumph. Sandry rose also. "I'll neither take the trouble to go to Salem nor pay the least attention to your threats," he said, and his man­ ner was coolly unconcerned, "and 1 should jkdvise that you get this com­ pany out of your head as quickly as possible. And now good day." He turned, as if the interview were at an end, and seated himself at the desk from which Hampden had just risen. ; "By gosh, you'd better!" said the other with a snap of his heavy jaws as he strode past Daily and out of the open door. "An", by God, we will!" This last came In the deep boom of the foreman, who was watching the departing lumberman with the bit ter enmity of years of fighting. "Now, what do you think of that?" asked Sandry in profound disgust. "Just what I've thought of him for years--damned spectacular bluff!" *'•:> and, with our eyes fixed on the glim mer °' light, let us walk swiftly out of the dark paths into the sunlight Once we have learned to walk on the sunny side of life darkness will have nb further terrors (or us. for we will carry our sunshine around witb us in the 3epths~of our hearts. The sunshine of the mind is far warmer and brighter than the sunshine which #e see and feel with our physical senses. Once we.have gained the true sens* of real mental sunshine we will have tks meant to pull ourselw rut ol With a Face and Manner Which Set Sandry on Edge. the first glance. They both bespoke a nature self-satisfied to the point of pride, a crafty shrewdness that had 'been eminently successful and an ada mantine ̂ ardness of purpose. "Ah, Mr. Sandry," he said, taking his feet from the table with insult­ ing slowness, "I'm Hampden--of the Yella Pines--and I come over on a little matter o' business." Sandry bowed. "Glad to know you. Mr. Hampden," he said civilly, though the memory of the damaged rollway came suddenly up before him, biasing his appraise­ ment of the man. "And I might as well get it over with, for it's hound to be against the grain a bit." As he spoke, a smile that was meant to be insolently apologetic but suc­ ceeded only in being clumsy, creased his weathered face, drawing his small, sharp eyes into narrow slits. "Yes?" said Sandry coldly. "It's about that track o' stumpage you're slashin' your log-trail acrost." "Yes?" said Sandry again. "What about the tract? It isn't specially good and we're leaving it. Intend to cross it and cut into the East Relt." There was a slight tone of satisfac­ tion in his voice, for the East Belt stumpage was a little the best thing in all this magnificent timber country, and the eyes of the Yellow Pines every Slough of Deopond without any outside aid. 'For. Just as Bunyan s Pil­ grim's Progress was mental, so it is with all of our Journeys through life What we really accomplish must first be worked out in mind. Learning to pick out the gleam of light from the dark path. learning how to avoid the sloughs of despond and how to walk In the sunshine is not easy, but even the attempt at learning these lessons brings its re­ ward of happiness and peace. Every little effort in the right direction brings such beautiful returns that the only wonder is that so few of us make the effort.--Pittsburgh Dispatch. CHAPTER IX. Hampden and the East Belt. In the press of business and the pleasant moiling over the whole old city of New York with Miss Ordway, Sandry forgot all about Hampden in the next few days. Ma Dally had noth­ ing lo say, keeping a grim silence, which Sandry noticed. As for Siletz. she followed her with fascinated eyes whenever she appeared. Miss Ordway did not eat with the men. Her morn­ ings were given up entirely to the in­ cessant clicking of the typewriter In the seclusion of the little room, and she emerged after the noon hour, ate with Ma Daily and Siletz, and inva­ riably took a short walk in the after­ noon. In the evenings Sandry came In, and they sat in the empty eating room, dis­ cussing with a common knowledge that seemed to shut them apart to­ gether, the things of the great out­ side world. At such times Siletz lis­ tened in quiet eagerness, her dark face aglow and her eyes like mysterious pools in the shadow of her heavy hair That week there were several arri­ vals at Daily's camp--well-clad, re­ sponsible-looking business men from Portland; and before they left, Sandry had landed such an order for logs as plunged the camp into the hardest work, longest hours and highest over­ time it had ever known. Also he sent out word to Toledo that he had use for all the men he could lay hands on. An extra crew was put to building the log trail up through the slashed opening to the Estst Belt, and activity characterized the hills. The incessant shrill toots of the don key, the scream and cough of its fussy labors, the rumble and clatter of the log train, began to be music in San­ dry's ears, and the letters he wrote to his father became brighter, filled with the exhilaration of accomplish­ ment. For a day or two the work went forward finely and the new logs of the fresh-laid trail gleamed white against the green of the mountain. Then Col lins. sent into the uncut timber ahead to blaze for further operations, re­ turned to the works in double-quick time. ' "John," he said to the foreman, for none of the men would award Sandry the right of consultation unless it was unavoidable, even yet, so distinct and deep-rooted was their aversion to the Easterner and his rawness; "John, they's a new homesteader's shack set tin* square acrost the trail." "The hell you say! Hampden!" The logger nodded. The purport of Hampden's visit had been freely spread in the camp. Daily turned to Sandry. "They's a new cabin settln' acrost our trail up in the track between here'n the East Belt, Mr. Sandry. Let's INVENTORS ARE KEPT BUSY to up an' take a look at it," he said. "1 guess Hampden's pushin' his bluff." Witb a surge of anger 'Sandry turned abruptly, and the two men struck up the new trail, "I'll have to settle that man. Dally," said the owner; "has'he been doing such things ever since the two com­ panies have been rivals?" "Pretty much. Sometimes we've been doln' 'em," returned Dally grin) Iy. Sandry laughed. "Well, you Westerners believe In fixing things first-hand, anyway, which helps some." Far up in the heavy timber they came into a small natural clearing some 200 feet in extent, set like a hole amid the solid bulk of the close- crowding pines. In the center was a tiny log shack, shake-roofed, without doors or windows, the very least a man might do in grudging compliance .*.i r \ ••' v: • , ,;v n Adapt Chinese Tree. Adaptability of the Chinese wood oil tree for cultivation in northern Florida seems to have been proved by recent experiments. A tree at Talla hassee, Fla.. bore two bushels of fruit last season in addition to being an economically important tree, it is a decidedly ornamental one It bears clusters of white flowers with reddish yellow centers, and in full Horn re­ sembles « **aialpa. •-> Ingenious Contrivances That Have Been Devised to Lessee Mil­ itary Hardships. There are sure to be many contriv­ ances Invented for alleviating tbe hardships and pains of soldiers before the present war comes to an end. First and foremost there are boots with springs, boib heel and toe. This, it is "rgued. will make marching less fatiguing, as the springs will prevent the Jarring now felt by the soldier as he marches along, especially over hard roads. There has also been invented a bul­ let-proof shield which is composed of wire. This shield is intended to buckle on to the soldier's body, and will protect the .vital parts, although it will not Interrupt the wearer's view, as he can see quite well be­ tween the strands of wire. Soldiers often suffer terribly from thirst, and once more the inventor steps, unavallingly, into the breach. A helmet has been constructed the lower part ol which is hollow. A broad v Began a Systematic Search for Word of the Narrow Tract. with the homestead law. They looked at it from- all sides, noticed a few blazes on the nearest trees, read a clumsily executed trespass notice, and returned to camp. "And us with our big contract witb the Portland Lumber mills!" said San­ dry. "I begin to see. Daily, you gather out ten men and go up and take that shack to pieces just as quick as you know how. Don't leave a trace. Bring the timbers away and start felling from that end to meet the trail." As the foreman went among the men picking his crew, Sandry turned down across the slough toward the of­ fice. Once settled at his desk, he took out the records of the Dillineworth company and began a systematic search for word of the narrow tract of hill and timber between the camp and the fine East Belt. When Dally returned at quitting time to report the demolition of the cabin and the start of the new cutting, he had found nothing. "That's strange," he said uneasily. "Are these all the records, Dally? Has anything ever been destroyed? I can find nothing bearing on this piece of land, and yet the statement turned over to me by Frazer distinctly says that everything from the southwest section corner here at the camp within a radius of five miles north and east belongs to us, with numbers, and all data. What does this Hampden mean, and what sort of a tract is this strip? I see no mention made of it." "No--that strip was part of the East Belt. The company bought it four year ago from a busted speculator, who sold 'em first the north stumpage an' then this at a sacrifice price. That's why Hampden's always ben so sore over it. He wanted it himself. Stafford, the speculator'8 name was. A smooth man from the East. There was some hitch about titles--specially about this here strip, an' the deal hung fire for some time an' Hampden danced a war dance, he was so blame anxious to knock it, but old Frazer beat him to it an' won out. Finally it was settled an' the strip come under the East Belt deed." "Oh, I see!" said Sandry, shifting a sheaf of papers. "Here it is Well, that's a relief. And now for this Mis­ ter Hampden." But Hampden was for himself and with a vengeance. That evening Sandry met Siletz across the little meadow back of the camp, where he had gone for the mail sack, left swinging on the forked stick set up beside the county road. "Been up on the ridge?" he asked, vexed that it should take a slight ef­ fort to keep his voice to the common­ place. This girl in her natural setting always took him out of the everyday, affected him like a play with lowered lights, soft music and alien scenes. "Yes," she said dreamily, falling in­ to the whimsical speech that only es­ caped her when she stood apart on the hills, or listened to the pines, "It came tonight." "It?" . Sandry had gone a little way to meet her and the camp was shut from sight by a clump of spruce, new growth and low-branched. turned-up rim runs round the helmet about halfway down. During a shower of rain the water collects In this rim and runs through a small bole into the cavity in the helmet. Thus tbe water is collected automatically, and when the wearer desires a drink he simply turns a very small tap at the back of the helmet and out flows the water. This, as will be readily understood, is rather too complicated for general use. and moreover, t^e helmet filled «with water would press uncomfortably on the head. There is also a rifle to which is at­ tached a telescope, for use when -im- ing at things a great distance off; arrows which can be tired from rifles and numerous other contrivances which the inventors, although not tbe authorities, think would prove of value to soldiers If used. "Yes--the light. Oh, th» groat lights --red and gold and purple. When tbe sun breaks through just at the last And I know the ocean is under it- blue and purple, too, like the hilla. Some day I'll see it." * "You picture these things, don't you?" he said, "the things you have never seen--the sea %nd the cities and the outside world?" "Yes 1 know them all--my way. Sometimes 1 don't think I want to see them In their way--the real way. They might not be so beautiful. The Preach- {er says the glories of the world are a lure of the Devil. But I don't think so. It don't seem as if God would make things beautiful and let the Devil have them to ruin people with--and God made all things. And we are his best things." * "You believe that?" asked Sandry, with an odd note in his voice. "Believe it?" said the girl wonder- fngly. "Of course. Don't you?" "Well--it's been a long while since I've believed anything." The girl was near to him now, the dreamy look ot her eyes dissipated In amazement. "You're lost!" she said simply. "The Preacher would say bo--even Wahloo- wah would say so, and old Kolawmie!" "Wahloowah--Kolawmie? Who are they?" "The Indian woman you saw me talking to in the glade and an old, old man of the Siletz. He who believes nothing will be punished by the Great Spirit:--even as the preacher says in his way. And the Bible." ThK- sudden mist in, her eyes touched Sandry. "And so you would have me believe, little S'letz?" he asked gently. The mist bad thickened under the heavy lashes, and a look of distress was on her face where every emotion bared itself in unguarded Innocence to the observer. "Oh, dear heaven!" she breathed, "yes--oh, yes, you must! Why you would--you would--" but she could get no further with the appalling thought "And you?" probed Sandry curious­ ly. "Have you visions of the soul's re­ ward and punishment? Are you bound for celestial peace?" "Yes," she said solemnly, "I must save my soul, though I lose the whole world." The majestic Bible language cast over the man a feeling of smallness and he dropped his eyes. "All right, S'letz," he said, smooth­ ing the braid in his fingers, "I'll be­ lieve anything you say--set mo up a totem pole or attend Sunday school at Toledo, Only forget it. By George, what a head of hair! If I were a wom­ an I'd give a thousand dollars for it!" He lifted the rope and weighed it critically.* "Why, what for?" asked Siletz, her eyes still solemn. "To have It, of course. You're dread­ fully unsophisticated. Come along." And swinging the mail fcack he turned toward camp. Siletz came si­ lently at his heels, falling in behind with a certain Instinct, and Sandry had an unpleasant suggestion of wil­ derness processions he had seen enter­ ing Toledo, enlivened by brilliant hues and canine adjuncts. He turned whimsically for a look at the rear. Coosnah brought it up with a faithful­ ness to detail that was convincing. At the western door of the cook- shack they were met by Miss Ordway, blooming like a hothouse plant behind plate glass, an incongruous element' in her belted dress of light broadcloth. She leaned in the doorway, with inimi­ table grace, an immaculate hand on either side. "The wild huntress!" she smiled at Rilet* "No," said the girl, "I never hunt. I love the deer best in the fern." "Yes?" said Miss Ordway curiously, and Sandry, kicking the clinging earth from his caulked boots, saw the divining spirit of the writer probing this elemental nafttre. "Why? Wouldn't you be proud of an antlered head with the mark of your skill between the eyes?" Siletz flung out a hand in a quick gesture. "Oh, no, no--I could never do it. Unless," she finished, still in that earnest manner, "someone 1 loved were starving. Then I could." Sandry looked at the two sweet faces, one so lovely in its smiling, amused alertness, the other so aban­ doned to the feeling her own words had stirred, and a deep admiration for both filled him. "Wild to the wild," he said under his breath. "What are you, little S'letz? 1 wonder if I'll ever know?" "S'letz," brol^e In the foreman, pass Ing in his lumbering fashion, "the Preacher's comin'. I heard today he's been seen a couple times--once cross- in' the Big Slough below the bridge, an' once in the hills." For the first time since he had known this girl with her varied nature. Sandry saw the swift lighting of girl­ ish excitement in her face as sh* flashed around at Daily. "Oh!" she cried gladly, "how soon will he be here,-l wonder?" "Don't know." (TO BE CONTINUED.) / Canadian Shipping. The department of marine and fish­ eries of Canada, In its report on th* list of vessels built and registered in Canada during 1914, gives a total new tonnage of 43.S46, tbe largest figure in 14 years Of this amount, 23.167 tons was credited to" Ontario, which has been advancing as a ship-owning and ship-building province since the development of trade on the great lakes began to call for a larger class of steamers than had been employed previously. Taking $30 a ton as the average value of vessels of all kinds, tbe total for those on the Canadian registry on December 21 wtfs $27,- 972,000. Wouldn't Do. Mrs. Day--1 thought you had made your plans to.-send your Harry to Yale? Mrs Weeks--I had. but It wouldn t do. You don t know what a fright he is- in blue.--Puck. New Victory for Children. Every day childhood achieves some new felicity. The latest is the news that slippers are going out. The gov ernment vouches for It. A mere fif­ teen and one-half million pairs were manufactured In this country during the last year, "a marked decrease ovar other reports." Manifestly, tbe effect* of the "spare the rod" system are to ginning to be felt--Philadelphia Bv* ning Ledger. PICTURESQUE AND NEW PARISIAN HEAD-DRESS THAT WILL BE WELCOMED, v • • ' '• ' • ••• v. '""""V. '• ; 2: HM All Fish ton's DTinTni^Wh^hg Marks and Other Points That Will Make It Popular in This Country. Same of the ultra-smart Parlsiennes have revived genuine "picture" head­ dresses. Now that evening dresses, in France, ai'e of the simplest possible order it has been found necessary to pay special attention to the head-dress, and some of the latest styles are really fascinating. For example, the head­ dress Illustrated. Here there are loose curls, but these fall at the back. / Old-Fashioned Coiffure Revived to Go With the New "Picture" Frocks. behind the ears. In this case the hair, quite free from artificial waves, is drawn softly back from the face and arranged in a chignon at the back. Set waves are a thing of the past. No one thinks of adopting them now. The hair is made as soft and fluffy as possible and then it is simply drawil* ? back and fastened with ornamental ,^" P'Jis or handsome combs. And in this connection I may men-i ̂ tlon that pale brown hair is all th# rage. The red. and red-brown shade^q":.<: have quite gone out. Very fair hair i^ • ia great favor, but It is not easy to ob-v tain, by natural means. Nut-brown I*Alr is considered "very chic," and in-, deed all the soft brown shades are in favor. The idea that red-brown hair, pro­ duced by henna, made a woman look specially youthful is exploded. Nowa­ days everyone realizes that these red- brown shades are specially trying for anyone except a young woman or girl. On the other hand, the soft brown shades are flattering to the complex­ ion. I do not think that powdered hair is' so fashionable as it was. A great many women are beginning to regret Laving gono in for "white h-*.ir," even when it was so much the fashion. They are beginning to realize that white hair, unless powdered and worn by 9 very young woman, gives an impres­ sion of age at first sight. Powdered hair is becoming to many women, but It does not make for youth. Many young girls in England are going in for the "Castle crop." <lt seems rather a pity to cut off one's- hair, when it is long and thick, but the "Castle crop" Is undoubtedly rather fascinating. It makes a young and pretty girl look like a little angel.-- Idalia de Villiers in the Boston Globe. Veils Have Maidenhair Designs. A new face veh for winter days has ,a maidenhair pattern, wrought in delicate thread design in a fine hexa­ gon mesh. The lattice patterns, with a very open, crossed mesh, is also a favorite and is becoming to women with a good deal of color. As a rule fine patterned veils best become wom­ en Of pale complexion. A new veil for the motor car has an artfully placed beauty spot, whicn comes over the cheek or at one side of the mouth, the long veil floating in graceful folds around the figure to the waist line. BATH ROBES AND NEGLIGEES Ideas for Cold Weather That Are Well Worthy of Having a Place in the Memory. The winter negligee may be as diaphanous as chiffon and lace can make it, but the winter bath robe, to he right, uiiiiv noiui aiii c«G~ny; Nothing is more uncomfortable than to emerge from a refreshing bath to find the world grown cold. A thick bath robe is sure to make the world seem warm and cozy. A blanket robe is durable and com­ fortable and can be made quite becom­ ing. It should be rather full in cut, and not long enough to touch the floor. The color and design should be carefully chosen. There are some love­ ly grays, if a dark robe is desired, and for a light one there Is lavender, and there is blue and there is pink. Sometimes a satin hem and satin bindings are put on blanket robes, but these are rather fragile. They soil very quickly, and they are sure to wear thin and shabby before the blanket part wears at all. A pocket for the handkerchief is a useful addition to any bath robe. / big rubber-lined pocket is also desir­ able if one lives in a boarding hous^ or a big family and has to use a bath room In common with many others, for the various toilet articles, brushes, soap and tooth paste, can be carried in this pocket. A deep collar or hood adds much to the becomlngness of a bath robe of this sort. And a scallop crocheted around tbe edge of collar and cuffs Is an attractive finish. A cord. too. should be fastened at the waist, or else a wide belt of the blanketing should be used, with a frog fastening. A quilted robe is almost as warm as a blanket robe. But It Is not so dur­ able. The blanket can be washed time and again. The quilted robe, if it be of silk, must be carefully cleaned in gasoline. Like a blanket robe, a quilted one should be made on rather generous lines. One that Is quite flat and tight is unbecoming. And, again, the color must be chosen with an eye to be­ comlngness. GRENADIER HAT Velvet Afternoon Gowns. According to the Dry Goods Econom­ ist, rich afternoon gowns of velvet aro featured In black, brown, rose, white and blue. Green In also shown to some extent, but has not proved as popular as the colors named. Fur trimmings finish off many of these gowns. The furs most in use are skunk, raccoon, kolinsky, fox, krimmer, mole, beaver and caracul. In many Instances the furs harmonize in color with that of the dress, mole being used on gray, skunk and beaver on brown, beaver on beige and white fox on white and similar combinations. 8ome of the PETTICOATS OF THE MOMENT Muslin Garments, After a Somewhat Long Absence, Have Been Re­ stored to Favor. Petticoats of muslin are back again in the feminine wardrobe after an en­ forced retirement of several seasons- duration. They are shaped somewhat differently from their predecessors, having been influenced by tbe chang­ ing lines in outer apparel. Some of the new modejp incline to close fitting hip lines and a flaring flounce. There are others that,are only mod­ erately wide through the hem. One reason advanced for the maintenance of tbe comparatively narrow petticoat is that with the revival of the very wide outer skirt, particularly as advo­ cated for dance purposes, the need for the clinging foundation skirt Is at once apparent. Lingerie makers in Paris have not been seriously disturbed, by the war. [ Naturally this work is done by women and tbe greater trouble bas been to i *«i -M. transported to this country. The model designed by Lewis of Par* is suggests nothing so much as the "grenadier's" hat. It is practically brimless and close-fitting, and its height Is increased considerably by its drapery. A wreath of white flow­ ers sewn on a silver ribbon trims the hat effectively. The cape scarf is of fox, as is the huge barrel muff. more striking efrects in afternoon gowns are brought out by the use of beaver on white broadcloth or on chif­ fon velvet, or tha black fox on whit* or on tan. White Crepe With Fur. A charming frock is made of white Georgette crepe. The skirt is edged with a wide hem of white fox, and there is a high choker collar of tbe fur and cuffs of it, with big fur but­ tons for trimming. The charm of the'" frock consists in the almost startling combination of the sheer crepe and the very heavy bands ot fur. A camera bas been aeslgned ~ for reading electric, gas and water meters and recording the readings. Individual Puffs for Guestroom. Replacing the powder jar and puff which have stood, heretofore, on the guestroom dresser, Is a new arrange ment which fastidious guests will ap­ preciate. This is a dainty bag of white net and ribbon, filled with tiny lambs- wool powder pads, which hangs beside the dresBer. Each guest helps herself to one of the little powder pads which is for her individual use--just as is the tiny, wrapped package of guestroom soap; and when her visit is over she may take the little powder pad with her, or toss it into the guestroom waste basket; the next occupant of the room having a fresh lambswool pad for her own use. Velvet Collars. On some of the very smart checked suits, there are collars of velvet which are tacked on so lightly, withal firmly enough to withstand hard wear, that they can be ripped off without in th« - least hurting the style of the colla^ So, when one becomes tired of ih«£ velvet or when It looks worn it can simply be removed without In an* way Injuring tbe coat