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li*: - •** THE MemOCtT TfffiKAiftfWttj lEtfHBWEBT, TMm RIVER , .,. .-3 ? .'w' MANCft SYNOPSIS. -- Kate Cathrew, "Cattl* Kate," owner of the Sky Line ranch, on her way to Mc- Kanot store at Cordova, seemingly infuriated by the sight of a girl plowing in a valley below, place* a rifle bullet near the horses' feet. The girl takes no notice. Kate goes on to town, where her presence brings on a fight between McKane, the trader, and Sheriff Selwood. ^ &%: , >V By VINGIE E. Copyright by the MeCall Compear WNUI m i K?';' .1. CHAPTER II--Continued • 2 Here she left them In the hands of • boy of seventeen, very much after her own type, but who walked wlth a hopeless halt, and wait on to the cabin. "Hello, Mammy," she said, smiling-- and If she had been beautiful before •he was exquisite when she smiled, for the red lips curled up at the corners and the blue eyes narrowed to drowsy silts of sweetness. But there was no answering smile oo the gaunt face of the big woman who met her at the door with work-hardened hands laid anxiously on her young •boulders. "Nance, girl," she said stralghtly. "I heard a shot this afternoon--I reckon It whistled some out there In th* field?" "It did," said Nance honestly, "so dose it made Dan squat." In spite of her courage the woman paled a bit. "My Lord A'mlghty!** she said dlstressedly, "I do wish your pappy had Stayed in Missouri! I make no doubt he'd been livin' today--and I'd not be ' eating my heart out with longta' for him, sorrow over Bud, an' fear for you every time you're out of my sight. And th' land ain't worth it." But Trance Allison laid her hand Over her mother's and turned In the doorway to look once again at the red and purple veils of dusk-hare falling down the mountain's face, to listen to the song of Nameless river, hurrying down from the mysterious canyons of the Deep Heart hills, and a sort of , Adoring awe Irradiated her features. "Worth it?" she repeated slowly, "^lo--not papp's death--not Bod's lameness--but worth every lick of work I ever can do, worth every glorious hour I spend on It, worth every . bluff I call, every sneak-thlef enemy I defy--and some day It will be worth a mint of gold when the cattle grow to herds. And In the meantime it's--why, ' Mammy, It's the anteroom of heaven, the fringes of paradise, right here in Kameless valley. The mother sighed, "You love it a lot. dent ymT ehe ' asked plaintively. WI think it's more than love," aald the big girl slowly as she rolled her faded sleeves higher along her golden Mrms preparatory to washing at the Well In the yard, "I think It's principle '--a proving of myself--I think It's a f-^jh-ont line in the battle of life--and I believe I'm a mighty fighter." . "I know you are," said the woman With conviction, faintly tinged with -{ . pride, "but--there'll be few cattle left for herds if things go on the way they have gone. Perhaps there'll be neither herds nor herders--" But her daughter interrupted. "There'll be a fight, at any rate," ghe said as she plunged her face, man fashion, Into the basin filled with water from the bucket which she had f [ lifted, hand over hand--"there'll be a fight to the finish when I start--and •ome day I'm afraid I'll start" 8he looked at her mother with a •hade of trouble on her frank face. "For two years," she added, *Tve been turning the other cheek to my enemies. I haven't passed that stage, yet I'm still patient--but I feel stirrings." "God forbid!" said the older woman Solemnly, "it sounds like feud!" "Will be," returned the girl shortly, •though I pray against It night and day" The boy Bud came np from the Stable along the path, and Nance stood watching him. There was but one thing In Nameless valley that could harden her sweet mouth, could break 1 np the habitual calm of her eyes. This l *was her brother, Bud. ^ When she regarded him, as she did -|f*ow, there was always a flash of flame Jin her face, a wimple of anguish pass- Jlng on her features, an explosion, as it -Were, of some deep and surging pas- .jalon, covered in, hidden, like molten | Java in some half-dead crater, Its dull pirfaee cracking here and there with •earns of awful light which drew together swiftly. Now for the moment the little play went on In her face. ;'A Then she smiled, for he was near.' '1 "Hello, kid," she said, "bow's allf The hoy smiled back and he was like her as two peas are like each Other--the same golden skin, the same jnoutb, the same blue eyea crinkling at the corners. But there the likeness ended, for where Nance was a delight to the eye In her physical perfection, the boy bung lopsided, his left shoulder drooping. bis left leg grotesquely bandied. But the Joy of 1 fe was In him aa It was In Nance, despite his misfortune. "Whew P he said. "It's gettln' warm already. Pretty near melted working In th' garden today. Got three beds * ready. Earth works up fine as sand." She tidied her hair before the tiny mirror that hung on the kitchen wall, a small matter of passing her hands over the shining mass, for the braids were smooth, almost as they had been when she pinned them there before sun-up, and rolling down her sleeves, sat down to the table where a simple meal was steaming. She bowed her head and Mrs. Allison, her lean face gaunt with shadows of fear and apprehension, folded her hard hands and asked the customary blessing of that humble house. Humble It was In every particular--- of Its scant furnishings, of its bare cleanliness which was Its only adornment, of the plain food on the ecoured, clothless table. 4 These folk who lived in It were humble, too. If one Judged only by their toil-scarred hands, their weary faces. But under she plain exterior there was something which set them apart, which defied the stamp of commonplace, which bid for the extraordinary. This was the dominant presence of purpose of the two younger faces, the spirit of patient courage which shone naked from the two pairs of blue ayes. The mother had less of It. She was like a war-mother of old-- waiting always with a set mouth and eyes scunning the distances for tragedy. The living spirit of stubborn courage bad come out of the heart and soul of John Allison, latter-day pioneer, who for two years had slept in a low, neat bed at the mountain's foot beyond the cabin, his end one of the mysteries of the wild land he had loved. His wife had never ceased to fret for Its unraveling, to know the how and wherefore of his fall down Rainbow cliff--he. the mountaineer, the sure, the unehancing. His daughter and son had accepted It, laid It aside for the future to deal with, and taken up the work which he had dropped--the plow, the rope and the cattle brand. It was heavy work for yoong hands, young brains. The great meadow on the other side of Nameless was rich In wild grass, a priceless possession. For five years It had produced abundant stacks to feed the cattle over, and the cutting and stacking was work that taxed the two to the very limit of endurance. And the corn land at the west--that, too, took labor fit for man's muscles. But there were the hogs that ran wild and made such quick fattening on the golden grain In the early falL It was the hogs that paid most of the year's debt at the trading store, providing the bare necessities of life, and Nance could not give up that revenue, work or no work. Heaven knew, she needed them this year more than ever--since the fire which had flared in a night the previous harvest and taken all three of the stacks in the big meadow. That had been disaster, Indeed, for It had forced her to sell every head of her stock that she could at lowest prices, leaving barely enough to get another start. McKane had bought, but he had driven a hard bargain. This was another spring and hope stirred In her, as It is ever prone to do in the heart of youth. Tired as she was, the girl brought forth from the ancient bureau In her own room beyond, a worn old Bible, and placing it beneath the lamp, sat herself down beside the table to the study of that Great Book which was her classic and her schooL Mrs. Allison had retired Into the depths of the cabin; from the small room adjoining, Nance could hear the regular breathing of Bud, weary from his labors. For a long time she sat still, her hands lying cupped around the Book, her face pensive with weariness, her eyes fixed unwinking on the yellow flame. Then she turned the thin pages with a reverent hand and at the honeysweet rhythms of the Psalms, stopped and began to read. With David she wandered afar Into fields of divine asphodel, waa soon lost In a sea of spiritual praise and song. Her young head, haloed with a golden spray In the light of the lamp, was bent above the Bible, her lashes lay like golden circles sparkling on her cheeks, her lips were sweetly molded to the words she unconsciously formed as she read. For a long time she pored over the ancient treasure of the Scriptures, and In all truth she was innocent enough, lovely enough to have stirred a heart of stone. It was warm with the breath of spring outside. Window and door stood open and no breeze stirred the cheap white curtain at the sill. Peace was there in the lone homestead by the river, the security that comes &th knowledge that all Is looked to faithfully. Nance knew that two huge padlocks on the stout log barn that housed the horses and the two milk cows, were duly fastened, for their keys hung on the wall beside the towel-roller. She knew that the well board was down, that the box was filled with wood for the early breakfast fire. " 'In Thee, oh. Lord, do I put my trust,'" she read In silence. " 'Let me never be ashamed, deliver me In Thy righteousness--'" She laid her temples In her palms. throat to flat* to the roots of her banded hshr. With no uncertain hand ahe Jerked the blade from the profound pages, leaped to her feet, snatched a stub of pencil from a broken mug on a shelf, tore a fly-leaf from the precious Book, and, bending in the light wrote something on It She folded the bit of paper, thrust the knife point through it and, turning swiftly, flung them viciously through the window where the thin curtain had been parted. She stood so, facing the window defiantly, scorning to blow out the light. Then she dropped her eyes to the desecrated Word and they were flaming-- and this is what she had written on the fly-leaf: "The Lord Is the strength of my life --of whom shall I be afraid? Though an host shall encamp against me, my heart shall not fear."1 Very deliberately she closed the door and window, turned locks on both, picked up her lamp and Bible and went into her own room beyond. Serene In the abiding faith of those divine words she soon forgot the world and all it held of work and care, of veiled threat and menace. At daybreak she opened the window and scanned the ground outside. There was no thin-bladed knife In sight no folded bit of paper with lta holy defiance. The whole thing might have been a dream. iHAPTERIII The Iron Hand of Sky Line. Kate Cathrew--Cattle Kate Cathrew --lived like an eagle, on the crest of the world looking down. She looked down along the steep slopes of Mystery ridge, dark with the everlasting green of cdnlfers, speckled with the lighter green of glade and brush patch* the weathered red of outcropping stone --far down to the silver thread of Nameless river flowing between Its grass-clad banks, the fair spread of the valley with Its priceless feeding land. The buildings of 8ky Line ranch lay nestled at the foot of Rainbow cliff, compact, solldr, like a fortress, reached only by cattle trails, for there waa no For a Moment She Sat So, While a Flush of Anger Poured Up Along Her Throat to Flare to the Roota of Her Hair. wagon road. There could have been none on these forbidding steep*. The buildings themselves were built of logs, but all that was within them had come Into the lonesome country on pack-mules, even to the big steel range in the kitchen. The house Itself was an amazing place, packed with all necessities, beautiful with luxuries. Its contents worth a fortune. It had many rooms and a broad veranda circled It Pine trees stood In ranks about It and out of the sheer face of Rainbow cliff at the back a six-Inch stream of crystal water shot forth In a graceful arc from the height of a man's shoulder, to fall Into a natural basin In the solid rock by Its own ceaseless action. And stretching out like widespread wings on either side this majestic cliff ran crowning the ridge for seven miles, a splendid escarpment, straight upand- down, averaging two hundred feet from Its base In the slanting earth to the sharp line of Its rim-rock. Rainbow cliff, grim guardian of the Upper Country and the Deep Heart hills themselves, supposed to be Impassable In all Its length, dark In the early day but gleaming afar with all the colors of the spectrum when the sun dropped over toward the west at noon. No man was ever known to have scaled the cliff--save and except John Allison, found dead at Its foot two years back--for the giant spine was alike on both sides. Men from the Upper Country had penetrated the Deep Heart to its northern base, b^t there they had stopped, to circle Its distant ends, void of the secrets they bad hoped to wrest from It. And Kate Cathrew lived under It, a strange, half-sybaritic woman, running her cattle on the slopes of Mystery, riding after them like any man. standing In at round-up. branding, beef-gathering, her keen eyes missing nothing, her methods high-handed. Her riders obeyed her lightest word, though they were mostly of a type that few men woald care to handle, hard-featured, clone-lipped, sharp-eyed, hard riders and hard drinkers, as all the world of the Deep Hearts knew. Yet Kate Cathrew handled these men and got good work out of them, and she belonged to none of them. Not but what there were hot hearts In the outfit and hands that Itched for her, lips that wet themselves hungrily when she passed close In her supreme indifference. But Rio Charley carried a bnliet-scar In his right shoulder, and Big Baa|ord walked with a slight limp--yet they both remained with her. There was no other white woman at Sky Line. She would have none. Minnie Pine, a stalwart young Pomo halfbreed, and old Josef a, brown as parchment and noncommittal, carried on the housework under her supervision, and no one else was needed. At noon of the day after Kate's visit to the store at Cordova, she sat in the big living room at Sky Line looking over accounts. An observer having seen her on the previous occasion, would hardly have recognized her now. Gone were the broad hat the pearl-buttoned shirt, the fringed riding skirt and the boots. The black hair was piled high on bet head, its smooth backward sweep crinkled by the tight carl that would not be brushed out There was fragrance about her, and the dress ahe wore was of dark blue flowered silk. Its clever draping setting off her form to Its best advantage, which needed no advantage. Silk stockings smoothed themselves lovingly over her slender ankles, and soft kid slippers, all vanity of cut and make and sparkling buckle, clothed her feet in beauty. She was either a fool or very brave, for she was the living spirit of seduction. ' But the somber eyes she turned up from her work to scan the rider who came to her, bis hat in his hands, were all business. Impersonal. "Well?'* she said Impatiently. The man was young, scarce more than a boy, of a devil-may-care typet and he looked at her fearlessly. "Here's something for you. Boss," ha said grinning, as he handed her a soiled bit of paper. It was thin, yellowed with age, and it seemed to have been roughly handled. The mistress of Sky Line spread It out before her on the top of the dark Wood desk. "The Lord la the strength of my life," she read, "of whom shall I be afraid? Though an host shall encamp against me. my heart shall not fear." It was unsigned and the characters, while hurriedly scrawled, were made by bold strokes, as If a strong heart had, indeed, inspired them, a strong hand penned them. With a full-mouthed bath Kate Cathrew crumpled the bit of paper In her hand and flung It in the waste-basket against the wall. "How did you get that?" ahe demanded. "On the point of the knife you sent th' girl," be answered soberly, "an' right near the middle of my stomach. ** Now you've aeen Cattle Kate and Nance Allison. Which one Is most interesting? to - \ Dccorate Appa "So it does in the field," said Nance as she followed the mother into the her e,boW8 on the table, and her blue cabin, "it's like mold and ashes and all I eyes followed the printed llnea with a the good things of the land worked in d«llKh*- together. Each time 1 work it lt| : seems wilder and sweeter--old ladv I face lifted like that of a startled crea (TO BB CONTINUED.) ' Source of Quinine Chlnchona, or cinchona, is the name of the South American tree, the bark of which produces the Wfell-known drug called quinine. The virtues of the bark were discovered about 1535, and In 1635 a decoction made of the bark cured of fever the wife of the viceroy of Peru whose name waa Cinchona. The bark was Introduced Into France In 1649, and is said to have cured of fever the dauphin, who later became King Louis XIV. The bark came into general use In 1680, and Sir Hans Sloan Introduced It Into England about the year 1700. The chin* chona tree has been planted In India and Ceylon and thrives there. Boggart* Trade Union In China one of the most formidable trade unions Is that of the beggara. Begging In that country Is a recognised profession, and there la a properly organized guild of beggars If most districts. Bach guild haa Its own president snd officers, and the members pay an annual subscription equaling about $4.00 In our money. The officials of the guilds wield such power that they enjoy the protection of the magistracy. So far there has been no strike on the part of the members of this union, which Is undoubtedly the quaintest organization of its kind in the world. Fancy hand-painted frocks I More than that, bats, parasols, shoes, hosiery and lingerie ornamented by palette and brush. It Is not long since haM-palntlng of any sort, even china, was taboo. One saw It In dress aa an extreme eccentricity only. But, writes a Paris fashion correspondent In the New York Times, under the demand for novelty, Paris fashion authorities have given their indorsement to hand-painting, oone, to be son* by the best artists and adapted to the latest modes. The very thought suggests the artificial and extravagant However, the evanescent fashions of past seasons, the metal fabrics, the tarnlshable laces, leather trimmings and fartrimmed gauze lingerie have more or less prepared an otherwise sane fashion public for the wild fancies of the hour. It Is not that hand-painted garments are any more perishable than many others of the latest style, but there Is the appearance of Imitation, and of things that have no lasting quality, which everything of real value must have. But by the most up-todate ldeae, painting, gliding, lacquering on clothes, has been made practical and effective. This, after all, la the answer. Two examples have Influenced designs of hand-palnted costumes as they are presented by the foremost French creators and by the best American copyists. One Is the unadulterated cubist mode shown by Worth, who because of the conservative stand hitherto maintained by . that house is the more influential In establishing a mode of radical departure. The Worth models In this latest mode are extremes In treatment, a daring cubist drawing being made to carry out the pattern, regardless of the figure underneath the frock. With consummate skill and a true measure of values, the two are harmonized, however. Such an ensemble Is successfully done in kaBha, in tonea of brown and beige, with lacquer red. Other designers who Join In this daring handling of a fabric usually regarded as one for practical use are Jeanne Lanvln and Suzanne Talbot The latter carries her conviction into the field of sports, adding geometric painting, pointed with small shapes of metal to the bands that trim a swagger outing suit Renee also draws upon this modernistic phase of art in building her most striking models, one being a frock of crepe de chine painted in a bold diagonal plaid with green, gray and black, on white. With this the smallest details, bands, belt and buttons, are tinted to harmonize. In this type of dress, trimmings and accessories are definite in character and most Important, and some novel and chic things in buckles, belts and ornaments have been designed by O'Rossen, Paquln •and Chanel. Cheruit Among the First First among the Paris designers to carry this ultra-modern atyle of costume decoration Into a wider field Is Cheruit, who daringly paints afternoon or evening gowns and wraps of any material from cloth to gauze in whatever manner suits the moment's fancy. Soft clouds of snowy gauze are patterned over with paint in ways that seem almost a desecration, In daring cubist figures tinted with grays and emphasized with llnea of black and red. # Another of these exotics from the same atelier Is an enchanting .frock of silver gauze painted In black and white with high lights of flame color. Cheruit 1" particularly fond of the painted scarf and is using with striking effect sweeping lengths of gauzo or chiffon gayly painted In cubes and squares and diagonals and giving distinction to evening gowns of satin elaborately beaded or embroidered. In a spectacular costume of this sort Cheruit adds to a white aatln gown, weighted with sparkling crystal, a long silvery scarf painted In bold geometric pattern of gray and lacquer red. Lanvln haa a style all bar own In creating these picture costumes. Some of her most successful gowns are made of the soft crepes on which are painted fanciful dainty decorations. These are modern to a degree, but less severe than those of the cubist mode; altogether engsglng. Lanvln Is one among the Parisian artists that works wonders with the scart hat and other accessories that Chivalry fg Not -Dead, It Wins Man Jail Cell Cedar Rapids, Iowa. -- Who says chivalry Is dead? Mrs. Mary Brazakaa had been arrested by prohibition officials on a charge of bootlegging, and, being unable to furnish bail, was sent to Jail. She had teld the officers that she was a widow with five children and sold moonshine to support them. A man appeared at the Jail and asked if he would be permitted to take his wife's place as the children needed her. He was questioned and it developed that he was Mrs. Brazakas' husband. He was Informed that a place could be found for him, so an Information waa sworn charging him with moonshlnlng and h«" occupied a ceil adjoining that of bis wife. SWEPT TO SEA ON ARCTIC ICE FWf Spray of Flowers Painted on Dainty Crepe de Chine Dress. go Into the making of the last word In a painted ensemble. In her afternoon frocks she usually makes the bat of the same material, carrying the painted motif throughout Though hand-painting Is an acquired taste it Is now emphatically In vogue, and some of the most elegant gowns to which the foremost artists of Paris are devoting their Interest are either painted In an entire design or elaborated bare and there with painted motif. Lanvln Introduces large clusters of conventionalized flowers, or separate figures painted In ahowlly contrasting colors on fabrics of many kinds. This couturlere paints sports frocks, morning, afternoon and evening dresses with equal enthusiasm, and is using this season the most beautiful soft materials in soft shades. A striking novelty Is the tinting of silk flowers, or conventional figures, appliqued on a gown. One particularly smart model from Paris is u dinner dress built of black satin with no trimming other than a spray of large pink crepe roses sewed to the bodice, the petals and leaves painted in deeper tones. An adorable dancing frock designed for a debutante Is made of sea-1 green taffeta. Around the bottom and up each side of the dlrectolre front is palntef a border of blue bells and at intervale are introduced shirred medallion* of petunia chiffon and cream-color Valenciennes lace--a triumph of art, distinctly French. Norm h Saved When Stop* Floating tce*'<< Nome, Alaska.--After narrowly WI? caping being carried to sea on a calm of Ice while mushing around Cap* Thompson, far within the Arctic circle on the north coast of Alaska, and experiencing other harrowing adventures on an expedition of mercy, Mrs. G. O. Brady, government nurse, has returned safely to Kotzebue sound, a dispatch relates. Mrs. Brady started north March from Kotzebue with Superintended Chance to give medical attention la native villages and schools. Three hours after the departure Chance and Mrs. Brady were overtaken by a bll» zard and were forced to take refug# In a native cabin at the mouth of No^ tak river after 14 hours of blind driving in a temperature of 30 below zerfk When the storm subsided they coft» tlnued to Point Hope, 800 miles north of Kotzebue sound. On the return trip Mrs. Brady we* accompanied only by a native musher, as Superintendent Chance had pre* • ceded her. Exceptionally high wind* wrenched free ice cakes upon which Mrs. Brady and her guide were rounding Cape Thompson, and carried them seaward for more than a mile before a reef stopped them and they could make their way ashore. Old-timers describe the trail from Point Hope the most dangerous la the northland. *> i-y' h Hand-Painted Millinery in Vogue Hand-painting In millinery Is being done with success and there la. 4 poeitlve craze for it, especially among the younger women. A late model from a fashionable milliner In Paris is of fine beige straw, In a rather generous cloche. Around the crown la painted In warm red and brown tonea a wreath of large chrysanthemums with leaves of soft greens and brome. Petals and leaf tips are touched with gilt and a line of gilt follows the enter brim. A large hat of periwinkle blue neapolltan braid la painted with white water lilies, and their "pads" are done In slightly softened shades of green. A merry little bonnet of glossy diagonal braid is decorated with a large duster of field flowers, popples, bluets, daisies and buttercupa In their natural colors. The very spirit of a summer's day la pictured in a wide-brim hat of "dead-white" horae-balr braid painted in water lilies, with the faint shadows of gray and yellow in the petals. At the back la added a bow and long enda of sea-green satin rjbbon. This rib* English Town Makes Specialty of Blankets There ought to be a game--perbape there Is--in which a town's name is answered by "s industry, sn exchange observes. "Sheffield," cries one. Knives." says the other; "Cheddar" cries another, "Cheese," replies one. Suddenly she sat upright alert, her \To wltn«*> the answer, without any quibbling. Is "Blankets." Witney Is earth sending out her alluring nrom I tur® ot the wild. She had heard no 1 D®rvaded, you may say, with Llankets. |ll» I .--Tho™ iio^ » 1 wrapped ud In them, indeed, rtevntod "Land sakes, girl.' sound. There had been no tremor of \ wral'ped °P in them. indeed, devojted aald Mrs. Alll-1 th« earth to betray a step outside, and!?? proud °* t^m' " fel1 son. "where do you get such fancies r I Bhe felt a prt>8t;nC8- I in Bntatn? AnHhu i. m T*1 "Where do you suppoaer said I 8be dld not look toward the open- dUBtry bm a ^year-olid one Mrt H Vance, "out of the earth herself. She | bnt 8tared at the waU before her ha8 ever brought prosperity to the lltplace. Behind the one long street of houses runs the Wlndrush. that serves the blanket makers with Its clear waters. In the town stands the guild ball of the Blanket-Makers' company, with tbelr arms and motto--a motto that gives good reason for the continuous prosperity of*' the blsnkst makers and their industry: "Weave truth with trust" talis me a-many things here on Name-1 wlth Its rows of shelves behind their lass--such as the value < f patience, an' 1 screened doors where her mother kept hew to be strong in adversity. ' I've I her RCOured pans. never had the schools, not Blnce those! And then, suddenly, there came a long-back days in Missouri, but I've 1 thin, keen whine, a little dear whistle, got my Bible and I've got the land. vrv" >nd I've got the sky and the hills and the river, too. If a body can't learn fK>m them he's poor stuff Inside. Mighty poor." tie town and work for Its people. Still older than its blankets Is the town, the Witaneye of the Saxons, and a thank-offering of Queen Emma, wife of that Canute who sat beside the sea. and a knife stood quivering between it has Its market place, where the her dropped hands. Its point imbedded I Butter Cross of 1683 made shelter for deep In the leaves of the old Bible. 1 the farmers' wives who came to sell For a moment she sat so, while a] their eggs and butter. But food is flush of anger poured up along her secondary to blankets in this little Bureau of Printing On June 30, 1878, congress appro* priated >300,000 for the purchase of the site at Fourteenth and B streets, Southwest, and for the erection of the bureau of engraving and printing The building was completed and occupied July 1, 1880. in 1801 a wins was added to the southwest end »n^ In 1U04 a wing was added to tn« west end. Congress appropriated fund* tot the new building In 1907. Thl» waa completed and occupied in lttie. bon treatment Is seen on many of the hats among advance etylee from the French milliners. Conventional, geometric and cubist patterns are shown on some of the latest models In silk, < ope and straw hats from representative houses--such as Reboux, Guy, Agnes. Some of the small fabric hats are painted, too, beads, floss or gilt thread outlining the detalla of the pattern. A cloche of bright gveen straw la painted in an ail-over arrangement of small flowers, over which Is drawn tightly an open-mesh white silk veiling net. This is an original and very stylish treatment. New York** Homicide* Jump to 387 in Year New York.--Deaths from homicide In American cities during 1924 reached the highest rate on record, with New York showing a Slight Increase, although Its record Is low for cities of more than 500,000 population. The deaths from homicide in New York, which with the figures on other cities are given in an article by Frederick L. Hoffman, consulting statistician of the Prudential Insurance company of America, published In The Spectator, an Insurance journal, are 6.4 per 100,000 of population for 1924, or altogether 387 persons. In 1923 the figures were 5.2 per 100,000. The average for the 77 cities covered in the survey Is 9.9 homicides per 100,000 population, making New York's record 3.5 less than the average for the country. The records of other large dtlee are: Philadelphia, 7.6, a decrease of 1.8; Chicago, 17.5, an Increase of 3,0; Boston, 5.1, an increase of .8; Pittsburgh, 12.1, a decrease of 1.6; Newark, 8.3, a decrease of 1.0; St Louis, 21.7, a decrease of 4.4; Cincinnati, 15.3, n decrease of 2.8; San Francisco, 8.0, n decrease of 1.9; Los Angeles, 14.2, an •Increase of .9. The highest death by homicide rate recorded Is given to Jacksonville, FUu which had 58.8 per 100,000, but which was a decrease of 2.9 from the year previous. The lowest record went to Cohcord, N. H.; Maiden, Mass.; Newton, Mass., and l«wrence, Mass., which reported no homicides at all during the year. New York state'a record Included: Auburn, 2:7; Rochester, 3.8, apd Syracuse, 4.3, all decreases. -New Jersey's included: Bayonne, 8.1, Increase of 7.9; Camden, &8, an increase of 2.9; Elizabeth, 5.7, a decrease of .1; Jersey City, 2.6, an Increase of .3; Passaic, 7.2, an increase; Paterson, 2.1, a decrease of 1.5, and Somerville, .5.0, an increase of 4.0. Colore of Season Brown 'n all Its shades Is exceed Ingly smart especially the tones ot golden brown and blond. Capes and coats are trimmed with feathers in the same shade. One coat has a border of coque feathers, another of oatrlch, while wide bands of marabou trim a cape made of two layers of brown chiffon. . . . ^ . r a f T ^ - V r , ; ; - Cross-Stitch Coat Is One of New A recent creation la a cross-stitch embroidered material, whose ground consists of canvas and la extremely wide. The canvaa Is covered with beautiful patterns and la worked so solidly that It looks like gros points, although It Is not too heavy for wording Into coats. It Is produced by the yard In long pieces of eight yards each. The pattern can be varied to ten or more color combinations, and It la interesting to watch how, with the different colore, the patterns change their character. Another novelty Is a canvas embroidered In an old Norwegian stitch, which looks very decorative. A waistcoat In this technique is very smart in mustard wool, re-embroidered with little differently-colored boutonnlere flowers. In which mauve la the chief tint A fringe of mauve leather thread edges the bottom and pockets. Such fringes of leather thread I are an Innovation, also a quaint Lfelnd of leather tat. made in the aims way as the clipped wool trimmings of Jast winter. Leather fur la used on many garments. In one of several colors. It la also produced by the yard and la sometlmee mixed with wool. American Made Silks ^ number oi American silk manufacturers whose printed crepes satins and chiffons fully equal in quality and beauty any brought here from abroad. The printed designs are both elaborate and colorful and of sufficient size to give only occasional glimpses of the b-c^oumt Many of the fabrics are printed with a border, making them wonderfully eaay tc use la bom*dr tlon. construc- / Black Still Used *»eogh it is a colorful season, black plays an important role. Many black dresses have panels lined with very gorgeoys colors or are worn with coata with vary vivid llalnga Admits "Birth" Was Hoax to Make Husband Happy New York.--Nat Bass, wealthy clothing manufacturer, who for nine months proudly regarded himself as the father of a baby boy, recently was disillusioned. Mrs. Bass has admitted to Assistant District Attorney Pecora that she bought the iafant from a baby home for $75 and pretended It waa her own son, because her husband longed 'for an offspring. The publicity attached to the state'e investigation of the infantorlum of Mrs. Helen Geisen-Volk. where 44 children have died since 1918, led Mrs. Bass to confess her hoax. She said she feared she might be called in the investigation. She told her husband first and then Mr. Pecora. It was at the Geisen-Volk institution that the baby was placed In bed with her, she said. Her husband was notified that the stork had arrl^|| Now be refuses to keep the child. Burned to Death Newmarket, Iowa.--Mrs. Ruby Ingram, twenty years old, wife of a farmer living near here, was burned to death when she was trapped by flames while attempting to lead a favorite horse from a burning barn. Founder Guillotined Lavoisier, the founder of modem chemistry, was In 1794 sentenced to death and guillotined by the Revolatlonary tribunal because he had, under the king, held the post of farmer eral of the revep*. if • : .