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liv" v - " i • Rainbow's ̂End A NOVEL by REX BEACH j o/t.A'v \]jti ^ H t f e r i R A f l f ' / \£k < Author of "THE IRON TRAIL.*' "THE SPOILERS.' ••HEART Of THE SUNSET.'*-^4 . (Copyright, by Harper and Brothers) " "w i'v • •»lv,v'f' *'- ^ • •» .« ' >V f "J ' s > K * > ' *» >• . Sfcj3y.» . .« ' i$$t •' 'f ( '.» -«.«- • p: V • '» ' ' ,* CHAPTER XV11--Continued. --'IS • • n. "I can't stand that," he confessed % can't sleep when people are starving t*> death alongside of me, This money burns my pocket. I--I--" f]1 Jacket read his purpose' and laid a detaining hand upon his arm. >' "It will save our lives, too," he Said limply. "BahI W e a r e m e n . . T h e r e a r e , -Women and children yonder--^ V ; But Jacket's sensibilities were cal­ loused, it seemed. "Of what use would four few pesetas be among so many?" • |le Inquired. "God has willed this, and lie knows what he is doing. Besides, jour "pretty one' is probably as hun­ gry as these people. No doubt we shall llnd that she, too, is starving." , O'Reilly slowly withdrew his hand tlifom his pocket "Yes! It's Rosa's money. But--come; I. can't endure tblS." . ; He led the way bltck to the Plaza of liberty and there on an iron bench f tfcey waited for the full day. They were very tired, but further sleep was Impossible, for the death wagons rambled by on their way to collect the bodies of those who had died during - Hie night r-: Neither the man nor the boy ever ' wholly lost the nightmare memory of u the next few days; for their search . took them into every part of the recon- centrndo districts. What they beheld aged them. Day after day, from dawn till dark, they wandered, peering Into V huts, staring Into faces, asking ques- Hons until they were faint from fatigue •lid sick from disappointment. •if "; As time passed and they failed to find Rosa Yarona a terrible apprehen- aiont began to weigh O'Reilly down; his Sf it > V- At' Stand 7*hat» He Confessed. .'.'^"^ce grew old sand drawn, his shoulders "tttgged, nis Umbs began to drag. It ; ' was all that Jacket could do to keep 1 fcim going. The boy, now that there 1 was actual need of him, proved a per­ fect jewel; his optimism never failed, 5' bis faith never faltered, and O'Reilly began to feel a dumb gratitude at hav- tog the youngster by his aide, r 1 Jacket, too, became thin and gray J > About the Hps. But he complained not ? < at all antl he laughed a great deal. To , blm the morrow was> always another 5>v day of brilliant promise toward which be looked with never-falling eagerness; *nd not for a single moment did he •< question the ultimate success of their ^ endeavor. Such an example did much y «or the older man. Together they •V practiced the strictest, harshest econ- v. *««J» OS a icw Cciiii u day, nulls they methodically searched the city from limit to limit ^ At first O'Reilly concerned himself f,:\ J*** than a little with the problem of *.*' escape, but as time wore on he f" thought less and less about that Nor jjBM be have occasion to waste further k concern regarding his disguise. That , • 'It was perfect he proved when several |T . ^Df his former acquaintances passed Shim by and when, upon one occasion, . o be came face to face with old Don Ma- ?t, lio de Castano. Don Mario had '. changed; he was older, his flesh had Ifoftened, and it hung loosely upon his Jtorm. He appeared worried, harassed, -jand O'Reilly recalled rumors that the *War had ruined him. The man's air <of dejection seemed to bear out the ->>t >tory. v- They had been enemies, nevertheless •j : J^O'Rfcilly felt a sudden impulse to make , Jtrimself known to the Spaniard and to " ~ ,, 'tippeal directly for news of Rosa's fate. y^But Don Mario, he remembered in time, ^'shad a reputation for vlndictiveness, so he smothered the desire. One other * encounter O'Reilly had reason to re­ member. | It so chanced that one day he and Jacket found themselves in the miser­ able rabble which assembled at the r railroad station to Implore alms from 1 the Incoming passengers of the Habana * train. Few people were traveling these T days, and they were, for the most part, * Spanish officers to whom the sight of starving country people was no nov- ; elty. Now and then, however, there did arrive visitors- from •hom the spec- tacle of so much wretchedness wrung < a contribution, hence Jfeere was al­ ways an expectant throl||'at the depot this occasion O'Reilly was sur- ***** to bear the piteous whines for In the name of God turn sud- Into a subdued but vicious mut- cage. Hlases were intermingled ffons, then the crowd fell iHeat, parting to allow tbe passage of a great, thick-set man in the uniform of a colonel of volunteers. The fellow was unusually swarthy and he wore a black scowl upon his face, while a long puckering scar the full length of one cheek lifted his mouth into a crooked sneer and left exposed • glimpse of wolfish teeth. O'Reilly was at a loss to fathom this sudden alteration of attitude, the whis­ tle of indrawn breaths and the whis­ pered curses, until he heard some one mutter the name, "Cobo." Then Indeed he started, and stiffened In his tracks. He fixed a fascinated stare upon the fellow. Colonel Cobo seemed no little pleased by the reception he created. With his chest arched and his black eyes gleaming malevolently he swag­ gered through the press, clicking his heels noisily upon the stone flags. When he had gone Jacket voiced a vicious oath. "So that Is the butcher of babies!** exclaimed the boy. "Well, now, I should enjoy cutting-his heart out." O'Reilly's emotions were not entire­ ly unlike those of his small companion. His Hps became dry and white as he tried to speak. "What a brtite! That face-- Ugh!" He found himself shaking weakly* and discovered that a new and wholly unaccountable feeling* of discourage­ ment had settled upon him. He tried manfully to shake It off, but somehow failed, for the sight of Rosa's arch­ enemy and the man's overbearing per­ sonality had affected him queerly. Cobo's air of confidence and authority seemed to emphasize jO'Reilly's impo-* tence and bring it forcibly home to him. 1o think of his lustful persecu­ tion of Rosa Varona, moreover, terri­ fied him. The next day he resumed his hut-to-hut search, but with a listless- ness that came from a firm conviction that once again he was too late. , That afternoon found the two friends among the miserable hovels which en­ circled the foot of La Cumbre, about the only quarter they had not explored. Below lay San Severlno, the execution place; above was the site of the old Varona honte. More than once on his way about the city O'Reilly had lifted his eyes in tbe direction of ihe. latter, feeling a great hunger to revisit *the Scene of his last farewell to Rosa, but through fear of the melancholy effect It would have upon him he had thus far resisted the impulse. Today, how-: ever, he could no longer fight the mor­ bid desire and so, in spite of Jacket'*; protest at the useless expenditure of effort, he set out to climb the hill. Of course the boy would not let blm go alone. " Little was said during the ascent. The La Cumbre road seemed very long and very steep. How different the last time O'Reilly had swung up It! The climb had never before tired him as It did now, and he reasoned that hunger must have weakened him even more than he realized. Jacket felt the exer­ tion, too; he was short of breath and he rested frequently. O'Reilly saw that the boy's bare, brown legs had grown bony since he had last noticed them, and he felt a sudden pang at having brought thq little fellow into such a plight as this. "Well, hombre," he said whoa they paused to rest, Tm afraid we came too late. I'm afraid we're licked." Jacket nodded listlessly; his opti­ mism, too, was gone. "They must all be dead or we would have found them before this," said he. When .O'Reilly made no answer he continued, "It is time we thought of getting- away from here, eh?" Johnnie was sitting with his face In bis hands. Without lifting his head he Inquired: "flofo are we going to get away1/ It Is easy enough to get Into Matanzas, bat--" He shrugged hope­ lessly. ! Jacket brightened-at tbe thought of escape. "Ho ! I'll bet we can find a hole somewhere,'1 said he. "We're not like these others. They haven't the spirit to try." There was a moment of silence, and then: "Caramba! Tou remember those jutias we ate? They were strong, but I would enjoy the smell of one now. Eh? Another week of this and we shall be living on garb­ age like the rest of these poor peo­ ple." Leaving Jacket to take his time, Johnnie completed the climb alone, meditating upon the boy*s words. "The spirit to try!" Where had his spirit gone, he wondered. jPerhaps it had been crushed beneath the weight of misery he had beheld; surely he hnd seen enough. Hourly contact with sick­ ness and misfortune on such a gigantic scale was enough to* chill. anyone's hopes, and although his sensibilities had been dulled, his apprehensions had been quickened hour by hour. Now that lie looked the matter square­ ly in the face,, it seemed absurd to be­ lieve that a tender girl like Rosa Va­ rona could long have withstood the hardships of this hideous place; strong­ er people than she had succumbed, by the hundreds. Even now the hospitals were full, the sick lay untended In their hovels. No one, so far as O'Reilly knew, had undertaken to estimate how fast they were dying or the number ot dead which had already ridden out of Matanzas In those rumbling wagons, but there were many. . What chance was there that Rosa had not been among the latter? As he breasted the summit of La Cumbre, O'Reilly beheld at some dis­ tance a bent figure of want. It was a negro woman, grubbing In the. earth with a sharpened stick. After a sus­ picious scrutiny of him she reBuined her digging. Nothing but a heap of stones and plaster remained of th# Varona home. The grounds, once beautiful even when neglected as In Donna Isabel's time, were now a scene of total desolation. A few orange trees, to be sure, remained standing, and although they were cool and green to look at they carried no fruit and the odor of their blooms was a trial and a mockery to tbe hungry visitor. The evidences of Cueto's van­ dalism affected O'Reilly deeply; they brought him memories more painful than he had anticipated. Although the place was well-nigh unrecognizable, nevertheless It cried aloud of Rosa, and tbe unhappy lover could barely control the emotions It awakened. It Was Indeed a. morbid Impulse which had brought him thither, but now that he was here he could not leave. Un­ consciously his feet turned toward the ancient quarry which had formed the sunken gardeo^--hls and Rosa's tryst- itog place. * O'Reilly desired above all things to be alone at this moment, and so he was annoyed to discover that another per­ son was before him--a woman, evident­ ly some miserable paclfico like himself. She, too, appeared to b'e looking for roots, and he almost stumbled over her as he brushed through th? guava bushes fringing the depression. His sudden appearance alarmed the creature and she struggled, panic- stricken, out of his path. Her rags could not conceal the fact that she was deformed, that her back was crooked, so he mattered a reassuring word to her. This place was more as he had left It--there was the stone bench where he had said good-by to Rosa; yonder was the well-- "Senor!" Johnnie heard himself ad­ dressed by the hunchbacked woman. Her voice was thin,* tremulous, eager, but his thoughts were busy and he paid no heed. "Senor! Do you look for something--some one--" "N-no. Yes--" he answered, abstract­ edly. "Yes, I am looking for,..some- thlng--some one." " "Something youliave lost?" % "Something I have lost!" The ques­ tion came to him jfaintly, but It was so In tune with his unhappy mood that It affected him strangely. He found that his eyes were blurring and that an aching lump had risen Into his throat This was the breaking point. O'Reilly's heating, too, was going-, wrong, for he Imagined that some one whispered his name. (Sod! This place was not dead--It was alive--terribly alive with memories, voices, a pres­ ence unseen yet real. He laid hold of the nearest bpsh to steady himself, he closed his eyes, only to hear his name spoken louder. , { "O'Rall-ye?' * Johnnie brushed the tears from his lashes. He turned, he listened, bat there was no one to be seen, no one, that Is, except the dusky cripple, who had straightened herself and was fac­ ing him, poised uncertainly. He looked at her a second time, then the world began to spin dizzily and he groped his way# toward her. He peered again, closer, for, everything before bis eyes was swimming. The woman was thin--little more than a skeletbn--and so frail that the wind appeared to sway her, but her face, uplifted to the sun, wps glorified. O'Reilly stood rooted, staring at her until she opened her eyes, then he voiced a great cry: * - "Rosa!" What more b* said be never knew. . . . ' He took the misshapen figure ipto hit arms, he rained kisses upon the pinched, discolored face. But Rosa did not respond; her puny strength bad flown and she lay Inert In his em­ brace, scarcely breathing. Dazed, doubting, astounded, it was some time before Johnnie could con­ vince himself of the reality of this mo­ ment, and even then words did not v. I A Woman, Evidently Some Miserable Pacifico Like Himself. come to blm, for bis mind was In tur­ moil. Joy, thanksgiving, compassion a thousand emotions--mingled in a sort of delirium, too wild for coherent thought or speech.' Pear finally brought him to his senses, for he became aware that Rosa had collapsed and that his endearments left her unthrilled. Quickly he bore her to the bench and laid her upon It After a time she smiled up into his eyes and her words were scarcely more than a murmur: ' "God heard my .prayers and sent yon -to me." "Rosa! Tou are ill, you are weak--" Her eyelids fluttered. "I am dying, 0*Rail-ye. I only waited to see you." "No, no lN In agony be gathered her once more Into bis alma. "Oh, yetT**, iter blfraiigss Dager* his face worn rags. "Tou; Bow came you to be so gry, O'Rall-yet" . "I'm not poor, I'm rich. See!" He jingled the coins in his pocket "That's money; money for you, sweetheart. It will bay you food snd medicine, it will make yotl sttpi«ii«lkMW R«sa, de«r, I have taiobed for you so long, so long--" His vAtoe broke wretchedly snd he bowed his head. **I--I wis afraid--M "I waited as long as I'had strength to wait," she told him, "It fs toe bad you came so late.**-"-"v Once again she lapsed Into the leth­ argy of uttotr weakness Whereupon he fell to stroking her hattds, calling upon her to come back to,him. He was be­ side himself now; a terrible feeling of impotence and despair overcame blm. TT^ring someone speak, he raised his eyes and discovered at his side that figure of wra&^jihlch he had seen dig­ ging on the slop* below. It was Evan­ geline. The negress was little more than skin and "bones, her eyes were- bleared and yellqw and sunken, her face had grown apelike, but he. rec­ ognized her and she him. "You are the American," she de­ clared. "Tou are Rosa's man." "Yes, But what Is wrong with her? Look! She Is 111--" "She is often like that., It Is tbe hunger. We have nothing to eat, se­ nor. I, too, am 111--dying; and Asen- dlo-- Oh, jrau don't know how they have made us suffer." "We must get Rosa home. Where do you live?" Evangelina turned her death's head toward the city. "Down yonder. But what's the use? There is no food In oi^r house and Rosa is afraid of those wagons. Tou know--the ones with the corpses. She bade me bring her here to 4ie." The girl was not wholly unconscious It seemed,, for she stirred and murmured faintly: "Those wagons! Don't let them 4>ut me In there with the other dead. They pile the bodies high--" A weak shudder convulsed her. * O'Reilly bent lower, and in a strong, determined voice cried: "You are not going to die. I have money for fotfd. Rouse yourself, Rosa, rouse yourself;" She pf*ayed for you every night" the negress volunteered. "Such faith! Such trust! She never doubted that you would come and find her. Some­ times she cried, but that was because of her brother. Esteban, you know, is dead. Yes, dead, like all the rest." "Esteban Is not dead," O'Reilly «»• sert'ed. "He Is alive. Rosa, do yon hear that? Esteban.is alive and wefll. I left him with Gomez in the Orient I have come to take you to him?" Esteban alive? Ha! You are fool­ ing us." Evangelina jwagged her head wisely.. "We know better than that." "I tell you he is alive," O'Reilly in­ sisted. He heard Jacket calling to him at that moment, so he hallooed to the b'oy; then when the latter had arrived, he explained briefly, without allowing Jacket time In which to express his amalement: > Our search Is over; we have found them. But they wot^'t believe that Esteban Is alive. Tell them the truth." Yes, he Is' all*e. We found him rotting In a prison and we rescued him," Jacket corroborated. He stared curiously at the recumbent fifigure on the bench, then at O'Reilly. He puck­ ered his lips and gave vent to a low whistle of amazement. "So. This is your pretty one, eh? I-- She-- Well, I don't think much of her. But then, you are not so handsome yourself, are you?" Evangelina seemed to be stupid, a trifle touched, perhaps, from suffering, for she laid a skinny claw upon O'Reil­ ly's shoulder and warned him earnest­ ly: "Look out for Cobo. You have heard abQUt him, eh? Well, he Is the cause of all our misery. He hunted us from place to place, and it was for him that I put that hump on her back. Un­ derstand me, she Is straight--straight and pretty enough for any America^. Her skin is like milk, too, and heir hair--she used to put flowers In It for you, and then we would play games. But you never came. You will make allowances for her looks, will you not?" "Poor Rosa! You two poor crea­ tures!" O'Reilly choked; he hid his face upon bis sweetheart's breast Rosa responded; her fingers caressed him and she sighed contentedly. O'Reilly's ascent of the hill had been slow, but his descent was Infinitely slower, for Rosa wa^ so feeble that she could help herself bat little and he lacked the strength , to carry har far at a time. Finally, however, they reached the wretched hovel where Asenslo lay, then leaving her there, Johnnie sped on alone Into the city. He returned soon with several small bundles concealed about his person, and with Evangel lna's help he set about preparing food. Neither Rosa nor the two negroes had any appetite--their hunper had long since passed the point at which they w^re qpnsclous of it--and O'Reilly was compelled to force them to eat When he had giyen them all that ho dared he offered what food was left to Jacket. The boy moistened his lips and his fingers twitched, but he shook his head. "Oh, I'm not so htingry," he declared, Indifferently. I'l have a friend In the market place; 1 will go down there and steal a fish from him." O'Reilly patted him on the shoulder, saying: "You are a good kid, and you understand, adon't you? These, sick people need moce food than we can buy for them, so we will have to draw our belts tight." "Of course. /Eating Is a habit, any­ how, and we men know how to get along without it I will manage to find something for you and me, for I'm a prodigious thief. I can steal the hair from a man's head when I try." With, a nod he set off to find hla benbfac- tor*s supper. ' ;T :y % «HAPTER XVI11. _ ^ -f t f *' . * "Tbe Haunted Garden, r *. Rosa Varona"1 did not die. On the contrary, under her .lover's care ahe p>ade so amazingly swift a recovery that Improvement was visible from hour to hour; she rallied lllfe a wilted flower under a refreshing rain. It was O'ltellly's presence as much as the nourishing diet provided by his money which effected this marvel, although the certainty that. Esteban was alive and aafeput added force into feet do- termtaattott to lint, «P«1 sh« vel of it was «abelieTahl*. was sitting beilde her bed of leaves at the time; Impulsively she pressed; his hapds to her lips. ̂ "Such happiness as mine belongs in heaven," she managed to tell "Sometimes It me. With yoa by my tiMyradlse and I want for nothing. War, suffer­ ing, . dlstress|$; «u<t / tlMf longer exist** * , x " "Nevertheless, they dk^pjadi Matan­ zas is anything but a pppdlse," satd he. "We must set ai>out quickly to get out of it." , • / "Escape, yotl raei^ Jtet tbsf^ls to- possible. Asenslo can tell yoa ill about that. The Spaniards used to is­ sue passes for the men -to go outside the lines In search Of fofod. It wis just a trick. They never came back-- all of them were, killed. Everyone knows better than to try now." "Nevertheless, we can't stay here much longer." In answer to the gliTs puzzled Inquiry, he explained: "My money Is gone--all but a few cents. This Is tbe last of our food and there O'Betlly I fS. i "Esteban l» Not Dead," O'Reilly A* , .. > aerted. Is no change of getting more. Jacket has some mysterious source of supply and he manages to bring in something every now and then, but there are five of us to feed, and he can't furnish more than enough for himself. No, we mast make a move at once, while we have the strength." Rosa had not asked the source whence came the blessed food which was bringing the life blood back into her body, and although that food was not much--a little meal, a plantain, an occasional scrap of meat or fish--It had never occurred to her that the supply might be limited. She met iem bravely, however. > (TO BE CONTINUED.) . ** BOY HAD SPIRIT OF HIS RACE How the- Captain's Boy, Mackinnon, of tbe Cameronia Helped to Allay PanlCM Ii| tbe report of the torpedoing of the Anchor lin,er Cameronla with troops in the Me'dlterranean last sum­ mer, mention was ipade of the splen­ did conduct of the captain's boy, Mack­ innon. This youngster was on the bridge with the captain, when the ship was struck, and he did much to allay the excitement by shouting through the megaphone to the troops, "keep your heads, men. Dlnna get excited. It's a' richt. Nae hurry," and so on. The sight of the smaU boy with a megaphone as big as himself advising the soldiers to keep cool made many laugh and quieted many nerves. The boy did many other* things, and at tbe end the captain found he had dis­ obeyed orders and was still on the bridge when everyone else had left the ship. When the captain told him to "clear out," he said, "I'll no go till yoa go, sir." The captain then caught him by the coat and slung him overboard Into the destroyer before jumping hint- self. An eyewitness on the destroyer described seeing the captain and the boy on the bridge of the sinking ship. I hear now that Mackinnon went down In the Tuseania. Probably he behaved there as he did on the Cam­ eronla, and the death he just missed in the Mediterranean came to him off the Scottish coast In the list of heroes of our mercantile marine there ought to be a place for this gallant wee Glasgow lad.--London Correspondence of the Manchester Guardian. Russia a Puzzle Even to Tolstoy. "How can one understand chaos?* Is the reply Count Ilya Tolstoy, son of the famous Leo Tolstoy, writer, philosopher and mystic, made to the question as to his Interpretation ot couuitions in Europe. If such a man as Count Tolstoy is at sea In regard to Russian affairs, It Is surely pardonable for Americans to be In ignorance of them. The count says that the real Russia has not been consulted at all In the recent changes there. The real Russia Is peasant Russia and peasant Russia has been Ignored. The count pleads for Ameri­ can sympathy for his people, who, he says, have been deceived and misled. "The crime of all the Russian leaders," he says, "Is that they have been fol­ lowing their own programs and ignor­ ing the peasants, the masses." What will come out of the present chaos the •OOiffit professes he does not know. X •• • Powerful Arabian Perfwma The Arabs around Aden love power­ ful perfumes, and are highly skilled in their preparation. Their favorite is called "oodl." It Is made from a wood called "ood," and is so powerful that when burned 16 Incense pots tbe smoke will Impregnate the garments of those present to such an extent that the perfume will remain, upon them for days, even after thajr have bee^ laundered. ! ' American Women Adopt Costum- ery That Is Best Suited It the Season. ABANDON WHITE LIMEN SKIRT Adopt French Fashion of Meeting Afl Emergencies in Costume of Thin ^..Hpiol|»:or Any of tt» CM» ; 1 • , nese Silks. • : New York.---A woman who was looking at some snapshot* of fashion­ able folks In the open on a mid-sum­ mer day, remarked on the peculiarly old-fashioned effect of a certain cos- tame. It was a short, white linen skirt buttdned down the front, a white mus­ lin blouse with a wide turn-over col­ lar, a colored sweater opened in front, with pockets and a belt of itself. "Once upon a time," said this wom­ an, "this costume was considered. the uniform of the American summer girl. ;y • A 'V - ,»/ 1 *rV-'V - ..1 : > *r ;4' i,; • '-•i.t' XiS\ T: '"*< ' -' tt' f~ y*. i " • ' • I " /• I F" TT f* ' / . This sketch for which the French wom- , an willingly posed, shows a mid-sum­ mer frock of pale gray Chinese crepe de chine, with its tunic coat pushed far back toward the sidea to show a sailor blouae of white crepe de chine, with its collar edged with French-blue velvet to match the "Blue Devil" cap on the head. It was adopted without cavil. It was accepted without comparison with the fashions of any other country. And yet, at this moment, it looks entirely oat of the picture." There, has been no revolution, de­ clares a prominent' fashion writer. Changes in summer apparel have been In cities only. They are American­ ized French fashions today. J£ven this Frocks of Freshness. Frocks of Charming freshness are made of plain and embroidered organ­ die combined. One Worn recently by a young girl shows a narrow underskirt br petticoat edged by numerous little flu tings of Valenciennes lace, turned up, instead of down. These were set on a petticoat of plain organdie. Over this was hung a slightly full Skirt of embroidered organdie--pink, embroid­ ered with pink threads in a loose, splashy design. The petticoat hung, about three inches below the over- Sktrt A ' '( Original Velvet Slipona. One sees many original slipons 1n black velvet. An exceedingly attrac­ tive example was stitched in white. The belt of velvet was almost con­ ceded by the background of white stitching. The accompanying hat was fashioned from white silk, with the top of the crown and brim facing of black velvet. Jade Jewelry# There is a great fancy for Jewelry, and' necklaces of Jade heads Footing. Footing fits In so well with the very simple fashions of the season that it is no wonder this dainty trimming Is in high favor tills year. A lovely lit;- tie frock Is made of fine white silk net in a design of artful simplicity. Tbe gathered skirt is tucked in two inch tucks set six Inches apart and on edge of each tuck Is a two-inch band of biack net footing. The sleeves (just to the elbow) are edged with black footing, and so is a deep, demure flchu, drawn down over the shoulders Into a sash. And the sash? It is of clel blue faille silk, with four bands of footing on each sash end. -ir Buttons Are Large. H"* Whatever you get in the way of but­ tons. get the largest that you can dis­ cover on the counter. There is no such thing as a limit to the size. Little, modest, conservative bfattons may be worn, but in the eyes of Fashion, It la the big dollar size and buttons even larger that are the thing. Many of the new buttons have but two holes. The holes are tremendous, like greut cavernous uwps. such, buttons are summer has geen a distinct change from what has been. ^ The linen skirt, gored at the topw&. slightly flaring at the hem, and bufrls toned down the front, is a thing of past to a great majority of women who are well dressed by instinct, or because they follow the movement' of the crowds. Any skirt Is worn but yllneti one. - 8weaters ^Evidence. V',^1 Certain shops say that the sale <1? ^ sweaters for the autumn Is small, bote : they add that the spring sale was good.v We see sweaters In every shop, despite^ * <j the conservation of wool decree. We./; | sfee women knitting sweaters for them-1 • selves and their children, and not for*&# t h e s o l d i e r s a n d , s a i l o r s . W e r e a d t h a t % colossal department shops have an an- usual quantity of yarn and are willing^ f , to^sell it at moderate price®. '\f I Yet, if one judges fashion by fashv ionable folk, the colored, knitted^ > sweater has had ita day In silk or wool.;.>l > .It is sometimes worn under jackets, y v ^ on days in the open lhat need warmth. ^ v when the affair is a picnic, a yachtingf ^.,* trip or an automobile tour. Otherwise- .) it hangs in the closets of the homes of j* • >- fashionable women. However, its lack5*, ? of fashion has not depreciated its mon-P etary value, for yarn is an expensive:- thing to buy and a most intricate aad-_ difficult .thing to obtain. ^ • What We Wear in the Open. f ^ , The economical reasons for discardJf lag the white linen skirt, the knitted^, woolen sweater and the ornamental, white muslin blouse are based on ex- i ; pensive laundry and scarcity of ma-sfn: terial, plus scarcity of labor. * j Those large sectors of American so- ; * clety that-considered this three-piece •% Costume the most reliable basis for f their summer wardrobes, imagined their taste simple and inexpensive. It| " was neither. Today the propaganda " against non-essentials, and the conver- frih' sion of them into active service for the-Xf^] country have caused the scales to fall" 4 from the eyes of thousands of women .1 as- to the expense of tbe costumery " ^ they adopted. , We expect six more weeks of w^rm . weather, and therefore,-we have no| absorbing ^Interest in new October^ :* clothes. We want to know what is to'*r - > be worn, and we are ,most interested iy * ' in what we hear is being shown Inah"^ Paris, but at this mpment we are strug-< v gling with the proposition of enliven-1 ing our wardrobe in such a. manner that it will keep us going until .the flrsj. frost. ; As the nation has gotten into the,', ,j habit of living In the country until Thanksgiving, there Is a growing ten- dency to keep one's August clothes in' - "j. active service by means of top coats and woolen stockings. It must be ad- ^ mltted that the present emergency \ calls women Into town nearly every ,1'*;,?« day, and they may not continue to stay in the country as long as November, but the majority will insist on wearing1 -J^ their summer costumery as long as the. climate and convention permit. { - And right here comes In the excellent good taste of the present tnld-sumnier costumes. Their very departure from , ,, ! the sweater and the separate white j skirt permits thep to .serve at other , V seasons. This is the stringent motto that must ^ run the warp and woof of our lives ̂ 0 now: to buy that which can be worn on a? many days, at as many .ocea-jRW j sions as economy dictates. In short, 4* we have accepted the European way of : dressing for hot weather. It may not appear cool on the surface, but inven- tion, which must go hand in hand withJ?** necessity^ has shown women how to be J cool and clean In dark costumes, or In / combinations of dark and light clothes. (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure News- • paper Syndicate.> ? with pendants which are wonderful;-v bits of Chinese carving are treasure* prized by fortunate possessors.' Ther*i > beads In such necklaces are usually •v large and either round or oblong. Some- ; times they suggest sections cut from a^ cylinder. They are usually strung slm-^Vr ply on a cord, but frequently have mountings of gold or silver flligr** .. in i ---- *• "r Capecoats of Mohair. .^V Smart capecoats are of navy blUfc mohair with lining of blue and white ^ ̂ foulard. These capes are pleasantly >"*"! light and easy to carry over the arm,. and offer sufficient protection for sum- ^ mer evenings. They are cut in the 1 SA prevailing lines, with crossed waist- w' coat section that holds the fttli CQ90: ^ to the figure at the front, j v t' • --r~-- -\i.v Tarns of Straw and Velvet. Tam-o'-shanters In one form or an­ other are much shown In the milllneî r "i shops. Somtj of them are still" of 4J'f straw^ but there are others of panne ft1. \ ^ velvet combined with ribbon, and of; other fabrics, not excluding georgette. ^ Felt tams, too, are shown In many ^ colors, for country and seaside wear. *•1 sewed on with small rope rolled from •,;« the Material out of which the garment. » is made-. Ribbon of Bright Colors. % fic v Roman striped ribbon Is fciU&r ta ' . ^ vogues Often they form sashes for ;^J| sheer white dresses or somber frocks, y ^ These gay^y-tinted ribbons are also j': ! > made into the most attractive bags.' which are carried with dark-hue£ gowns, • • . - -- '»• ' i. 1 •* 1 1 •; * " v Novelty Bead* In-Oafoff. Novelty beads are much in vogue. Tjhtyr come in the brightest of color- ings and are designed to liven up a ;>-7 frock of somber hue- Enamel bucklea • in gay tints are used with the saina^li^ - . . . i v ' . . . J , ? T , r Canteen Handbag*. One of the new handbags Is named the canteen. It-is, as its name tm- plies of canteen shape, and Is mad# of silk or leather or velvet--Indeed of any of the fabrics used for bags of otber «shapefc It is saggestive of fhe socks bags in shape, but is n« t M «: A,. * .** J?-> A i • A "•H** ."Si J ••