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• I K of /c Fire* "My Lady of, lb Mtite&mfrttBmTSmX, 33PTRI<3HXylCl^CLURG5CO.>i9tI SYNOPSIS. Major Lawrence , son of Judge Law­ rence of Virg in ia , whose wife was a I . t o , • Is sonr on a per i lous miss ion by Gfn . 'Washington , jus t a f te r the winter a t \ .U- Jey Forge . Disguised in a Br i t i sh uni ­ form Lawrci i i ' t ' a r r ives wi th in the enemy's l ines . The Major a t tends a gTeat fe te and pave? the "Lady of the Blend<-<1 Rose ' ' f rom mob. He la te r meets the ^! r ! a t u br i l l ian t ba l l . Trouble Is s ta r ted "ver a wal tz , and Lawrence i s ur^e i l by h is par tner . Mis t ress Mor t imer iThe Lady of the Blended Rose) , to r r .ak t I l l s escape . Lawrence is de tec ted as n s rv by Capta in Grant of the Br t t i sh Arn•• who agrees to a duel . The dut l i s s t . ippe . i by Grant ' s f r iends and the spy makes n dash for l iber ty , swimming a r iver fo l lowing a nar ­ row escape The Ma. i^r a r r ives a t the pl iop of a b lacksmi th , who Is f r iendly , and knows the La . lv of the Blended Rose . Capta in Grant ami rangers search b lack­ smi th shop in va in for the spy . Law­ rence Jo ins the minut r men. Orant and hi* t ra in a re captured by the minute men. CHAPTER X.--Conltlnued. "Oh, I see; a family arrangement Well, Grant, this is all very interest­ ing, but I -am unable to conceive what I have to do with it I met Mistress Mortimer by accident, and then was fortunate enough to dance with her once. 'Tis scarcely likely we shall •ever meet again. The daughter of a colonel of Qneen's Rangers is not apt to come aff&in into contact with an officer of tht; Maryland Line. I don't know why you should single me out ;ln this matter I don't even know the lady's brother." "Her brother?" "Yes, the family renegade; the twin brother on Lee's staff." I could not perceive the expression of the man's face, but he was a long ~while answering. "Oh, yes. She told you about him?** "It was mentioned. Would I know the boy from any resemblance to his sister?" "Y--yes, at least I should suppose so. You must have become very Inti­ mate for her to have told you that. You see It--It Is a family secret." "Nothing for Tories to boast over, I should imagine. However, It came up naturally enough while we spoke of •the sufferings of the American army during the winter. It is a sad thing the way this war has divided families. Has Mistress Claire any Colonial sen- ftlments?" "How the devil do I know! She 'would not be likely to air them before me. I don't know what fool trick you played on her last night, but she's on the right side Just the same." '1 think so, too." His manner was so disagreeable that I instantly determined to have an end. I bad more important work be­ fore me than quarreling with this fel­ low, and, somehow, his claimed inti­ macy with Mistress Mortimer grated npon me strangely. "If that is all you requested an in­ terview for, Captain Grant," I said coldly, "I'll trouble you to return to your men." Irritated that I had even condescend­ ed lo question him, I turned back up the road to where the men were yet tons/ about the wagons, spoke a few •wor.ls to Duval, he explaining to me the ^est route toward the river cross­ ing *t Burlington, and then swung in­ to tfce saddle and sent the black for- warc to the crest of the ridge. I K^rmitted the animal to go his own salt, and for a mile or more he kept ~up a hot gallop, finally tiring to a •trot So far as I could Judge from the ;few B ars visible we were traveling al­ most -iue north. However, I was cer­ tainly getting farther away from the .British lines, and could swing to the 'left a^ daylight. It made little difrer- enoe where I struck the Delaware; every mile north added to my safety. ' My horse had fallen into a long, swinging lope, bearing us forward rap- Tbe moon had disappeared, but ( --the young dragoon lieutenant, and the three who had escaped with him. But why had they ridden in this di­ rection? What object could they have in thus attacking me? They afforded me little opportunity for solving these problems. Had I been a bale of to­ bacco I could not have been treated with le6s ceremony, the white man un­ clasping my belt, while the Indian, with a grunt, flung me over on my face, and began binding hands and feet. I kicked him once, sending him tumbling backward, but he only came back silently, with more cruel twist of the rope, while the boy laughed, bending over his horse's neck. "Hoist him up on the black, lads," he said shortly, reining back out of the way. "Delavan's horse, isn't It? Yes, tie his feet underneath, and one of you keep a hand on the reins. Peter, you and Cass ride with him. I want Tonepah with me. All ready? We'll take the east road." Some one struck the horse, and he plunged forward, swerving sharply to the right in response to the strong hand on his bit. I swayed in the sad­ dle, but the bonds held, and we went loping forward into the night. CHAPTER XI. idly. "'the sky was glittering with 6tars, and Jicoiild distinguish the main features the country traversed. I was on the 'summit of a slight ridge, but the road swerved to the right, leading down into a broad valley. There were no signs of habitations, until we rounded (the ed*e of a small grove, and came suddenly upon a little viljage of a dozen houses on either side the high- iway. These were wrapped In dark 'Dess, apparently deserted, shapeless 'appearing structures, although I Jthought one had the appearance of a -tavern, nnd another seemed a store. There was a well in front of this last, and water sparkled in a lop trough be­ side it. Mj horse stopped, burying ;his nostrils in the water, and, sud­ denly mad<» aware of my own thirst, 1 swung down from the saddle. My hands were upon the well-ro;,e when, without warning, I was griped f r o m" behind, and flung down into the dirt of the road. I made desperate effort to break away, but two men held me, one with knee pressed into n,v chest the other uplifting the butt of a pis­ tol over my head. There was not a word Bpoken, but 1 could seo they •were in uniform, although tlx- fallow kneeling on me had the features and long hair of an Indian. Mv horse •tarted to bolt, but hi9 rein wTs gripped, and then a third figure mounted, rode into the range of my vision. "Search him for weapons. Tonepah " . «aid a boyish voice briefly. "There ere pistols in the saddle holsters but , |ie may have others. Then tie hira up quick as you can." . There was no mistaking my captors Introducing Peter. It was a new country to me that we traversed, a rolling country, but not thickly settled, although the road ap­ peared to be a well-beaten track. The gloom, coupled with the rapidity of our movements, prevented me from I seeing anything other than those dim objects close at hand, yet we were evidently traveling almost straight east. I endeavored to enter into con­ versation with the two fellows riding on either side of me, but neither cne so much as turned his head in re­ sponse to my voice, and I soon tired of the attempt. The night told me little of who they might be, although they were both In the uniform of the Queen's Rangers, the one called Peter on my right a round, squat flgure, and bald-headed, his bare scalp shining oddly when once he removed his cocked hat; the other was an older man, with gray chin beard, and glit­ tering display of teeth. The movements of my horse caused the ropes to laoerate my wrists and ankles, the pain increasing so that once or twice I cried out The fel­ lows guarding me did not even turn their heads, but the lieutenant drew up his horse so as to block us. "What is the trouble? Are you hurt?" "These ropes are tearing into the flesh," I groaned. "I'd be just as safe if they were loosened a bit." I saw him lean forward, shading his face with one hand, as he stared toward me through the darkness. I thought he drew a quick breath as from surprise, and there was a mo­ ment's hesitancy. "Let out the ropes a trifle, Peter," came the final ordet^ , The little bald-headed man went at it without a word, the lieutenant rein­ ing back his horse slightly, and draw­ ing his hat lower over his eyes. In the silence one of the horses neighed, and the boy seemed to straighten in his saddle, glancing suspiciously about. "Ride ahead slowly, Tonepah," he ordered. "I'll catch up with you." He turned back toward me. "Who are you, anyway?" Surprised at the unexpected ques­ tion, my first thought was to conceal my identity. These were King's men, and I was in ordinary clothes--the rough homespun furnished by Farrell. If, by any chance, I was not the party they had expected to waylay, I might be released without search. "Who am IV I echoed. "Do you mean you have gone to all this trouble without knowing whom you hold pris­ oner?" "It seems so," coolly. "We know who we thought you were, but I am beginning to doubt your being the right man. Peter, take his hat off." I straightened up bareheaded, the faint 6tar-gleam on my face. The lieu­ tenant remained quiet, but Peter broke his sphinx-like silence. '"T ain't him, is it?" "No; he must have taken the other road after all," with a slight laugh. "We've been on a wild-goose chase. However, it's too late now to ( itch the fellow on this trip." Peter rubbed his bald pate, his eyes on me. "An' what'll we do with this lad?" he answered drawlingly. "Turn him loose?" "Bring him along. We'll find out to­ morrow who he is, and what his busi ness may be. Men are not riding these roads at midnight without some pur- pose." He wheeled his horse, and, with touch of the spur, disappeared in the darkness ahead. Peter clambered back into the saddle, and gripped my rein. "Come on," he said disgustedly, kick­ ing the black in the side, "it's a ways yet afore ycr lie down." We rode steadily, and at a good pace. Occasionally the Q)<i§f man swore solemnly, but Peter 'wver ut j tered a sound, not even turning his head at my attempts to draw him into I conversation. The situation mystified ! Re. but It became more and more evi­ dent that I should have to wait until morning before learning the truth. Neither Peter nor the Indian seemed to belong to the class with which the army was recruited. Peter appeared more like a well-trained servant, and his riding was atrocious. And the lieu tenant! There came back to me the haunting memory that he had joined Delavan as a volunteer--the Dragoon uniform sufficient proof that he was neither of the original foraging party of Hessians, nor of Grant's detach­ ment of Rangers. Yet these others wore green and white, and must, there­ fore, have been in Grant's command. How did the four manage to escape from our attack, evidently animated by one purpose? Why was Grant so anxious to learn If I had seen the lieu­ tenant, and whether we had a party out seeking him? Not one of these questions could I answer; not one could I even guess at with any degree of satisfaction. We were coming out of the low, swamp lands into a more thickly set­ tled, and cultivated region. Rail and stone fences could be seen on either side the road, and we passed swiftly by a number of farmhouses, some sim­ ple log structures, although one or two were more pretentious. It may have been two miles further along, when the lieutenant, and his In­ dian companion, wheeled suddenly to the right, and, without slackening speed, rode through an open gate, and up a graveled roadway, circling through a grove of trees to the front door of a great square mansion. It was dark and silent, a wide porch In front supported by huge pillars, a broad flight of steps leading from the driveway. The Indian ran up these, leaving the lieutenant holding his horse, while we drew up some yards to the rear. I heard the boom of the iron knocker, followed by a gleam of light through a lower window. Then a negro's voice spoke, and the front door opened, disclosing two figures, one with sputtering candle In hand. The two exchanged a dozen words be­ fore the lieutenant asked impatiently: "Is 1$ all right Tonepah?" The taciturn Indian made no at­ tempt at speech, but gave an expres­ sive gesture, and the young officer turned in his saddle. "Take the prisoner to the lower room, Peter," he ordered curtly. "I'll decide tomorrow if he can be of any use to us." The two fellows loosened the rope about my ankles, and Peter waddlfng ahead, the graybeard gripping my arm, we climbed the steps, and en­ tered the hall. A tall, slim negro, evi­ dently a house-servant from his sleek appearance, eyeing me curiously, handed the little fellow a second light­ ed candle, and the three of us went tramping along the wide hall, past the circling stairs, until we came to a door at the rear. This the black flung open, without a word, and I was led down into the basement. The flicker­ ing candle yielded but glimpses St great rooms, beautifully decorated, and, almost before I realized what was occurring, I bad been thrust into a square apartment, the door behind me closed and locked. The two guards left the sputtering candle, perhaps a third burned, behind, and I heard them stumbling back through the darkness to the foot of the stairs. I glanced about curiously, shaking the loosened rope from my wrists, my mind Instant­ ly reverting to the chance of escape. Whoever these fellows might be, what­ ever their purpose, I had no intention of remaining in their hands a moment longer than necessary. Somehow their silence, their mysterious movements, had impressed me with a strange feel­ ing of fear which I could not analyze. could not believe myself a mere pris­ oner of war, but rather as being held for some private purpose yet to be re- ealed. Yet the room offered little promise. It was nearly square, the walls of stone solidly imbedded in mortar, the door of oak, thickly stud­ ded with nail8, and the two small win­ dows protected by thick iron bars. It was a cell so string that a single glance about convinced me of the hope­ lessness of any attempt at breaking mm. polishing ;*? iglasses, an<! finally placing one of the - chairs in position. Stepping back, nap- c| kin still upon arm, he bowed silently. I took the seat indicated, and glanced up into his almost expressionless face. "Peter, you old fraud," I said swift­ ly, "have you eaten?" "Not as yet, sir," his voice showing just the proper tone of deference, his eyes staring straight ahead. "Then take that chair and sit down." "Oh, no, sir; indeed, sir, I am not at all hungry, sir." I squared myself, flhgering the knife at my plate. "Peter," I said, sternly, "I'm a bet­ ter man than you are, and youTl either sit down there and eat with me, or 111 lick you within an inch of your life. There is food enough here for three men, and I want company." He rubbed his hand across his lips, and I caught a gleam of intelligence in his eyes. "Well, sir, seeing you put it in that way, sir," he confessed, almost as though in regret, "I hardly see how I can refuse. It is very flattering, sir." He drew up the other chair and sat down opposite me. "Would you care for a glass of wine first, sir?" he asked solicitously. "It . has been a rather dusty ride." CHAPTER XII. I Interview Peter. I accepted the wine gratefully, and sat in silence while he Berved the meat, wondering at the odd character of the man, and striving to determine how best to win his confidence. I was hungry, and, not knowing what to say, fell to work with some zest, insisting on his doing likewise. Yet even as I disposed of the food that stolid face opposite fascinated me, and held my gaze. The fellow was not so big a fool as he looked, for while the fea­ tures remained expressionless and va­ cant, there was a sly glimmer to the eye, betraying an active, observant mind behind the mask. I began to suspect some purpose in his play act­ ing. "What is your name, my man?" I asked finally, made nervous by his silence. "Peter Swanson, sir," humbly. "Oh, a Swede?" "By ancestry only, sir," he explained, wiping his mouth with a corner of the napkin, but not lifting his eyes from the plate. "T is a hundred years since we crossed the sea." "And you've been good King's men ever since?" He cocked one eye up at me. "It would seem so, sir." "The fellow with the gray chin beard •was Irish, was n't he?" "He might be, sir." "A Swede, an Irishman, and an In- mt, favoring me withanotherstam I think I fail to comprehend, sir." "No, you don't, you rascal," a hit of' In my voice. "Did you bring this supper yourself, or were you sent here?" "Under orders* sif,".. • "The lieutenant ?" He bowed solemnly, and asked: "Would you object if I smoked, sir?" "Certainly not; only answer my questions. Good heavens, man! do you think I am a log of wood? Act like a human being. Who is the Men tenant T* "A Dragoon, sir." "Peter," I broke out, irritated be­ yond patience, "I have some reason to believe you a liar. But I'm going to get the truth from you If I have to choke it out." "Yes sir; very good. Indeed, sir. However, there would seem to be no need of your resorting to such ex­ treme measures, sir." % "Then you will tell me what I wish to know?" "It will afford me pleasure, sir." "Then kindly inform me, first of an, who this young lieutenant is." '1 fear, sir," solemnly, "that I may have misinformed you when I said he was a Dragoon." "Yes!" eagerly. "I would correct my statement some­ what--he is a Light Dragoon, sir." In spite of my effort at self-control, I swone, tempted to batter that stolid face, yet realizing the utter useless- ness of such violence. "Now, see here!" I broke forth fiercely. "Have done with your play. You are no soldier; I doubt If you were ever on a horse's back until to­ night And those fellows with you are not Queen's Rangers, IH swear." "How do you know, sir?" he inter­ rupted gently. "Are you in the army, sir ?" "Of coure I am," I cried, answering without consideration. "I thought so, sir; although your clothes do not proclaim the fact. May I ask which army?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Rare Word. The news dispatches told the other day of the death of an old man who had known a little of fame in hit! na­ tive city, the pleasures of riches and then the agonies of poverty. As the doctors told him he had only a short time to live, he said: "It's been tough, but I think that on the whole it's been interesting." Death is everywhere, as it always has been. But for most of us It is hid­ den. No more, as it was once, is death the commonplace sight, the thing to meet the eye on every side. It is pleasanter for life that this is so, yet, because of the fact, there are fewer philosophers in the world, fewer persons conscious of the inevitable. i I out I was not there to exceed ten min­ utes when, without warning, the lock clicked, and Peter came in. I sat up quickly, but as instantly he had closed the door, and actually stood there grinning cheerfully. I would never have believed him capable of so pleas­ ant an expression but for the evidence of my own eyes. Spring lock," he grumbled, a thumb over his shoulder, "openB outsidei" Whatever resemblance to a soldier he might have previously shown while in uniform waB now entirely banished. Bareheaded, his bald dome of thought shining in the candle-light, his round, solemn face, with big innocent gray eyes gazing at me, an apron about his fat waist, the fellow presented .an al­ most ludicrous appearance. Somehow my heart warmed to him, especially as 1 perceived the tray, heavily laden, which he bore easily on one arm, and the towel flung over his shoulder. And as 1 stared at him his movements be­ came professional. Silently, solemnly, j his mind strictly upon his duties, he wiped off the table top, and arranged I the various dlshfti thereof WiUx tfet It Was a Cell So Strong That a Single Giance About Convinced Me of the Hopelessness of Any Attempt at Breaking Out. dlan," I said musingly. "That makes a nice combination for the Queen's Rangers. Come now, Peter, give me the straight of all this." He stopped with his fork In a bit of fewer still who, when their summons comes, can be easy and cheerful and die little mindful of troubles and woupdsk endured, and with a fair word for the pleasures experienced. FOR AFTERNOON CALLS LITTLE COAT AND GOWN OF THE SAME FABRIC. Simple Yet Excessively Stylish Is the Model Pictured--Black Voile Over Messaline Is Material Rec­ ommended. The little coats made of the fabrio of the gown (and always worn with l£ on the street) have solved the prob­ lem for suitable calling costumes to be worn in summer weather. The pretty outfit pictured here is worth attention because it could hardly be less simple or more stylish. The materials are black voile over messaline (or any supple silk of high luster). Satin may be used. Emerald green messaline appears in this model with the black voile laid over it and the two materials cut and sewed as one fabric. A band of shirring fin­ ishes the bottom of the skirt and all of the coat. The latter may be worn over a chiffon waist, but such models are made up as a rule for street wear and a waist is not essential. The charming bolero hat is in prim­ rose hemp with an overlay of heavy cream lace about the face. The little earrings of i>lack jet are very chic as m mmmmm OUi Not Prccocfty of a New York Youth Was a Mighty Serious Problem For Hit Mother. In a discussion on "Education," held the other afternoon at the bead- quarters of the National League for the Education of Women, Miss Jane Day, who Is a "visiting teacher" of school 166, of which John Keigard is principal, told several stories of her experiences in her attempt to bring the school and the home into closer relationship. "One thing which many of you upper class mothers dont under­ stand," Bhe explained, "is the superior precocity of the children or the poor. I remember going to call upon the mother of a boy whom his teachers had found quite Incorrigible in school and asking her to make him behave himself. " 'And how can I make him behave himself in school, when he won't do it Mt homer aha deuMuted. 'Why. he dcesn't care a bit about a thing 1 say. When I tell him to bring up the coal and* take down the ashes he just laughs at me and tells me that be Isn't fourteen and If 1 try to make him work he'll have the Gerry society after me for breakln' the child labor laws. Now, what can I be doing wttft a boy like ttatr " Shooting on an English Estate. A gentleman from London was in­ vited to go for "a day's snipe shoot­ ing" In the country. The invitation was accepted and the host and guest shouldered guns and Ballled forth in quest of game. After a time a solitary snipe rose, and promptly fell to the visitor's first barrel. The host's face fell also. "We may as well return." be r» marked, gloomily, "for that was the only snipe In the neighborhood. The bird had afforded excellent «noc* to all his friends for six waelow a finishing toucn and a long black chain of Jet beads may be worn as a further embellishment. This model is very handsome made of black voile over cerise silk worn with primrose hat. A sunshade in black or cerise or in the two colors combined looks well with It also. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. For Neck and Hair. Charming bandeaux for the hair and necklaces are combined, so that they can be worn now in the hair and anon on the neck. They consist of small wreaths and buckles of diar monds threaded on to narrow velvet ribbon, but the popular ornament is once more the pearl rope, long or short according to taste and the re­ sources of 6he purchaser. MAKES AN ATTRACTIVE SASH Pale Green Satin Ribbon Lends Itself to Almost Any Costume--How to Fashion It. One of the most attractive sashes I have seen this season was made of pale green satin ribbon eight inches wide, folded in several narrow folds and encircling the waist in a rather narrow band. In the center of the back is a flat bow with two loops and two long ends that reached almost to the hem of the skirt These ends each had three lace medallions, graduated in size, set In, the smaller one at the top. I thought what an easy thing It would be for a young girl to make for herself, for the price of this sash was quite beyond the means of a woman with a slender purse. Fold the wais^and ribbon on a straight piece of oeltlng and catch it down underneath with silk matching the ribbon in color, and sew hooks and eyes on each end of this to fasten It around the waist Pin the lace medallions in place and sew them down firmly on the edge OVERALL SAVES THE DRESS Garment Has Come to Be Looked Up­ on as Indispensable for House­ hold Worker. An overall, or one-piece apron, which can be slipped on or off at a moment's notice, is always useful and quite an indispensable possession to the girl who must help with the house­ work and perform duties of a more or less serious nature. Two lengths of yard-wide material, measuring from the shoulder to the hem of the skirt, are required In the making. One length is folded through the center for the front, and is cut out rounding at the neck, with narrow pieces forming straps for the shoul­ ders; the other length is cut length­ wise through the center, so that the selvage edges can be used for the hem each aide of\tbe back, and the cut edges joined under the arm to the front. The back is cut out under the arms and at the neck exactly as the front, and the edges bound or faced with bias strips. The Beam under the arm is curved slightly, in order to READY FOR SCHOOL OR PLAY Useful Little Outfit That May Be Fash, toned In Either One of Three Materials. A nice little outfit this, which would be found most useful for school or va­ cation wear; it might be in linen or psephyr, or even navy serge. The dress is cut Magyar, and has one tuck taken to hem at back and front, a belt of lighter material draws the dress in below the waist, braiding trims the top and edge of sleeves. The slip is of tucked material chosen according to that used for dress; narrow Insertion finishes it at neck and edge of undersleeves. The slip is set to a plain piece of ma­ terial, which is buttoned to the knick­ ers--these are of the same material as the dress. Hat of white cambric, embroidered at the brim, and having a colored rib­ bon taken round the crown and tied In a bow%t the left side. Kilts Are Coming. The side plaits that have been sc cleverly introduced into the Bkirts this summer are merely advance agents of the kilted skirt that is com­ ing back. Oh, it will not be the all- enveloping arrangement of heavy folds, but will fall from a fitted yoke around the hips. Already are very exclusive models beinp designed for soft silks that ex- amplify the idea yet are unobtrusiv« in the change of,style. You are not really surprised? The fullness at the hips has been so in­ sistent that we must accept the change philosophically, remembering that it Is the rule of fashionland. Washable Belts. Washable belts are delightfully practical notions, says the New York Times. They come in white pique and bronaline, matching the newest skirts, and a colored linen fit many tints. The white belts have a small pocket or sldebag, very useful for change a little pocket handkerchief. The belts are narrow in width and their cost is 50 cents. The leather and silk belts are also much worn, and come in every shade and several widths. with fine white cotton, then cut away the ribbon underneath, leaving about a quarter of an inch to turn back and whip down on the wrong side, so that no frayed edges of the ribbon will show through the lace. Sew the ends to the ribbon-covered belting, then the bow over them, and the sash is ready to wear. The same kind of a sash without lace insets, but with each end edged with deep silk fringe, makes an at­ tractive sash to wear with A summer frock. You will find it quite a simple matter to make yourself one of these pretty sashes If you are fond of needle work and have what is known as good taste."--Exchange. White and tan-colored shoes are in the lead. Serges are tailored suits. prime favorites for the Handbags of lace are a pretty sum. mer novelty. Macrame, filet and Venetian laces appear as parasol borders and in­ sets. make it fit the flgure, and the back is closed with five or six plain bone but­ tons. Make French seams when join­ ing shoulders and finish the bottom with a three-inch hem. A patch pocket, five inches wide and six inches deep, is added to the right-hand side of the front. The neck, armholes and pocket may be outlined with white or colored braid or bias bands of some contrasting material. Use gingham or percale for making an overall of this description, and be sure to make it long enough to entirely cover the gow n. Midsummer Dresses. Some of the newest high-class dresses for midsummer wear show combinations of white net and colored batiste, siys the Dry Goods Econo­ mist. The sleeves and underarm sec­ tions of the waist are made of net. as well as the upper portion of the skirt Embroidered panels of light blue ba­ tiste in English eyelet pattern are used from the waist yoke to the bottom edge of the skirt. Narrow flounces of embroidery appear in three successive rows in the sides of the skirt and are joined to the panels.