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-rp*§; ,, • 1 nva WGIEE.ROE COPTRldHT BY THE MCCAUL <?OMBWtY./-- WNU Sarvlc*. THE CANYON , SYNOPSIS. -- Kat* Cathrew, •Rattle Kate," owner of the Sky Line ranch, on her way to Mc- Ka&e's store at Cordova, seemingly infuriated by the sight of a ffirl plowing In a valley below, placet a rifle bullet near th* horaee' feet. The girl takea no notice. Kate goes on to town, 'where her presence brings on a fight between McKane, the trader, and Sheriff Selwood. Nance Allllon, the girl on whom Kate Cathrew had vented her spite, is with her widowed mother and crippled brother Bud farming land taken up by her father, killed a short time before In a mysterious accident. Bud Is the victim of a deliberate attempt to malm or kill him. Kate Cathrew wants the farm for pasture land, and Is trying to frighten the Allisons into leaving. CHAPTER III--Continued For a considerable space of time the woman sat regarding him. "I sent yon to help in the breaking of morale," she Mid coldly, "not to bring me back defiance. Next time Fll send a more trustworthy man." She nodded dismissal, and the youth went quickly, his face burning. At the far end of the veranda he slmost ran Into Big Basford, whose huge, gorilla-like shape was made more sinister and repellant by the perceptible limp. Basford was always somewhere near, if possible, when men talked with Kate Cathrew. Bis great strength and stature, his •mall eyes, black and rimmed with red, Ms unkempt head and flaring black beard, everything about him suggested a savagery and power with which feWj men cared to trifle. Be scanned with swift appi Rate Cathrew went In and hang the quirt on Its smooth pegs, thai sat down and took' up her Interrupted work Just where she had left it CHAPTER IST1. F- ^ The Mystery of Blue Stone Canyon. On the rich flats of Nameless, Nance Allison tilled her soil and her blue eyes caressed the land. The homestead was a fetish with her. It bad been her pappy's dream of empire. It was hers. He had stuck by and tolled, had secured his patent, made the good start She asked nothing better than to carry on, to see It prosper and endure. But strange disasters had befallen her, one after the other--first and bitterest, the hidden rope stretched In a cattle trail two years back, Just after John Allison's mysterious death, which sent young Bud's pony tumbling to the gulch below and left the boy to walk lopsided ever after. At that the girl had almost weakened In her stubborn purpose. She had held the young head In her arms many a weary hour when the pain was worst, and tried to build a plan of a future away from Nameless valley, but Bud would not listen. The bare thought made-him fret and toss, sent the red blood burning In his cheeks. "We'll never let 'em beat us out, Nance," he would pant with his hot breath, "the land Is ours, safe and legal, and no bunch o' cut-throats Is goln' to get It from us. Not while we can stand--not while we can ride or plow--or use a gun !" But Nance would stop him always there, " 'Thy rod and fort away, a snack of bread behind the cantle, to home at dustiaSfceet, filled with the Joy of Mt^gMMttmes a string of speckled frU>Ui» dlftgHng at her knee, mmietlmsf/fRnply-beiided. Sometlplt Bod w«nt with her, but it was not fair to Dan and Molly, the hPflvv fm|n f#* #»f fhA|r share of rest, since Bud must ride one or the other of them, and so Nance rode for the most part alone. She "lifted up her eyes to the hills" In all truth and drew from them a very present strength. The dark, bluegreen slopes of the tumbling ridges, covered with a tapestry of finely picked out points of pine and fir trees, filled her with the Joy of the nature lover, the awed humility of the humble heart which considers the handiwork of God. She lay for hours on some log high In a sunny glade, her hands under her fair head, her lips smiling unconsciously, her long blue eyes dreaming Into the cloud-flecked heavens, and sometimes she wondered what the future, held for her after the fashion of maids since the world began. She recalled the restless wanderings of the family in her early years, remembered vaguely the home and the school In old Missouri, her father's easel ess urge for travel. And then had come their Journey's end, here in the austere loneliness of Nameless valley, where his nomad heart had settled down and had been at home. Shq thought of these familiar things, aid of others not familiar, such as picturing the house she and Bud would one day build on the big meadow, with running water piped from the rushing stream Itself, with carpets--Mrs. Allison was already sewing interminable balls of "rags" for the fabric--and with such simple comforts as seemed to her nothing short of luxuries. She knew of a woman in Bement who wove carpets, a Mrs. Porter, at the reasonable price of thirty cents a yard, warp included. The warp should be brown-and-whlte, she decided--at least she had so decided long back after many conferences with her mother. Brown and white running softly through the dim colors of the rags-- nothing new enough to be bright went Into the balls, though there would be a soft golden glow all through the hit- 1 take-It,* "tte l boss wasn't you?' •Take it or leave it." said the other with foolhardy daring, "is It any of your business?" With a smothered roar Big Basford leaped for him, surprisingly nimble on his lamed foot, surprisingly light He caught him by the throat and bore him backward across the veranda's edge, so that both bodies fell heavily on the boards of the floor. ""You'll find what's my business d--n you," gritted Big Basford; "you--!' He got to his knees and straddling the lad's body came down on his throat with all his weight In his terrible grip. At the sound of the fall Minni^ Pine leaped to a window. "That black devil Is killing the Blue Byes," she said In patois Spanish to Josefa. "Give me that knife--" But there was no need of Minnie's Interference. Kate Cathrew had heard that heavy thunder of falling bodies on boards and she was quicker than her half-breed for she was up and away from the desk before Big Basford had risen on his knees, and as she rose her left hand swept down the wall, taking from Its two pegs the heavy quirt that always hung there. With the first Jab of the boy's head back on the floor, she was running down the veranda, her arm raised high. With the second she was between Big Basford and the light like a threat of doom. As he surged forward once more above the blackening face in his throttling fingers, she flung her body back In a stiff arc to get more impetus--and drove the braided lash forward and down like a fury. It circled Big Basford's head from the back, the bitter end snapping across his face with Indescribable force. It curled him away from his victim, tumbling back on his heels with bis murderous hands covering his cheeks. For a moment he hung on the veranda's edge, balanced, then slipped off, lurching on his lame foot. He held his hands over his face for a tense moj& ent. Then he looked up through his fingers, where the blood was beginning «a ooze, straight at the woman. The red-rimmed eyes were savage "With rage and hurt, but behind both was a flaming passion which seemed to swell and burgeon with a perverted admiration. -I've told you before, Basford," said Kate Cathrew, "that I will deal with ny men myself. I don't need your overly zealous aid. Get out of my sight--and stay out till you can heed what J say. Minnie, take this fool away--pump some wind into him. Give some whisky." She touched the boy contemptuously With the toe of her backled slipper. Be was weakly trying to get up and tike Pome girl unceremoniously finished the effort, lifting him almost bodily In fcer arms and supporting him through - Jfce door Into the kitchen. The look §he turned over her shoulder at Big Jfcasford was venomous. The owner of Sky Line walked down and Sis tnevle blight, her face had become sjraver, less smiling. There had been the hay fire then--the fire In the night where no fire was or had been. There had been the six fat steers tfyat disappeared from the range and were never h^ard of, though Bud rode Buckskin to a lather in a fruitless search for them. There had been the good harness cut to pieces one night when Bud had forgotten to lock It up. All these had been disasters In a real sense to these people living so meagerly with their scant possessions And this year they were more than poor, they were In debt to McKane for the new harness that had to be bought to replace the other. But Nance looked at her field of corn coming In long rows of tender green on the brown floor of the well-worked land and hoped. She was prone to hope. It was part of her equipment for the battle of life, her shield before the lance of her courage, her buckler of energy. "It looks like a heavy crop, McKane," she told the trader honestly, "and I'll have far and away more than enough for you--I think I'll have enough left for my winter stake." "Hope you do," said McKane, for though he was none too scrupulous where his own Interests were concerned, he felt a vague admiration for the game girl worktng her lonely homestead in her dead father's place. So, with the crop spreading its four delicate blades to the coaxing sun and the hay knee-deep in the big fenced flat across the river, Nance Allison laid by her labors for a while to rest her" body and refresh her souL I've Just got to ride the hills Mammy," she said smiling, "got to fish the holes in Blue Stone canyon, to climb the slopes for a little while. It will be my only chance, you know-- there's the hay to cut soon and the corn to cultivate, and the cattle to look after later. I can't work all the year, Mammy, without a little play." At which the mother's tragic eyes filled with tears--this for her daughter's only play--the riding ID the lonesome hills--the fishing for trout In a shadowed canyon--when her k young feet should have been tripping to the lilt of fiddles--when she should have had ribbons and muslin flounces, and a sweetheart--the things of youth ere her youth should pass I Pass, toiling at the handles of a plow I It was a poignant pain indegd, that brought those insistent tears, that withheld the fear-urged protest So. in the golden mornings, Nance began to saddle Buckskin and ride A "Vou'll Find D--n You," "You--I" What's My Business, Gritted Big Basford. and-miss fabric from the "hanks" dyed with copperas--brown and white, Nance thought, would make It seem like the floor of the woods In fall, weathered and beautiful. She could scarcely wait the time of the fulfillment of this* dream,* when the cabin flbors should be soft under foot. Longing for the refinements was strong in her, though limited painfully to such simple scope as Cordova supplied, or as she remembered dimly from the days of her childhood In Missouri. But the glory of the land was too compelling for Idle dreams of the future. Here at hand were carpets of brown pine needles, shot through with scarlet bleeding hearts. Here were mosses soft and wonderful when one bent close enough to study their minute and Intricate patterns. Here were vast distances and dropping slopes, veiled in pale blue haze so delicate as to seem a hallucination. Here also, were the mysterious fastnesses of Blue Stone canyon. Its perpendicular walls of eroded rock cut by seam and fissure, Its hollow aisles resonant always of the murmurous stream that tumbled through them. Nance ioved the canyon. She liked to climb among its boulders, to whip its frequent pools for the trout that hung in their moving smoothness, to listen to the thousand voices that seemed always whispering and talking. They were made of fairy stuff and madness, these voices. If one sat still and listened long enough he could swear that they were real, that strange concourses discussed the secrets of the iasr the caajNM was e*ot* for drew a I way* , through it from its kiewn haiif sousMtipre la the Deep Hearts themselves nr to the north and east. Buckskin felt the mysterious Influence of the soundful silence, pricking his ears, listening, holding bis breath to let !t oat In RnortB- and Nance laughed at his uneasiness. "Buckskin," she said one day, as she lay stretched at length on a flat rock beside a boiling riffle, "you're a bundle of nerves, a natural-born finder of fears. There Isn't a thing bigger or uglier than yourself In all the canyon --unless it's a panther skulking up In the branches, and he wouldn't come near for a fortune--though what could be fortune to a cougar, I wonder?" she went on to herself, smiling at the strip of sky that topped the frowning rimrock, "only a full belly, I guess--the murderer." She lay a long time basking In the sun that shone straight down, for it was noon, reveling in the relaxation of her young bodyv long worked to the limit and frankly tired. *"* She took her bread and bacon from a pocket and ate with the relish which only healthy youth can muster, clearing up the last crumb, drank from the stream, her face to the surface, and finally rose with a long breath of satisfaction. "You can stay here, you old fraidcat" she said to the pony, dropping his rein over his head, "It's hard on your feet, anyway. Me--I'm going on up a waya." Buckskin looked anxiously after her, but stayed where he was bid, as a welltrained horse should do, and the girl went on up the canyon, her fair head bare, her hands on her hips. She drank in the somber beauty off the dull blue walls, hung to their towering rims with corruscatlon and prominence carved fantastically by erosion of uncounted years--listened, lips apart the better to hear, to the deep blended monotone of the talking voices. She skirted great boulders fallen from above, waded a riffle here, leaped a narrow there, and always the great cut became rougher, wilder, more forbidding and mysterious. She stood for a long time beside a pool that lay, still-seeming and dark, behind a huge rock, but In whose shad' ,owed depths she could see the swirling of white sand that marked Its turmoil. When the snows melted In the high Hearts a Uttle a! below her southern boundary "nt It was a lone and lovely spot now, *U)at with Its peopled silence and Its bluetoned walls. These things were passtng through her mind as she watched the swirling sand, when all suddenly, as If an Invisible hnnd had brushed her, she became alert In every fiber. She had heard nothing new In the murmurous monotone, seen no shadow among the pale shadows about her-- yet something had changed. Some different element had Intruded Itself into the stark elements of the place. Her skin rose In tiny prickles, she felt her muscles stiffen. She had lived In the face of menace so long that Ae was supersensitive, had developed a seventh sense that was quick to the nth degree. She stood for a moment gathering her powers, then she whirled In her tracks, sweeping the canyon's width with eyes that missed nothing. They did not miss the movement which was almost too swift for sight-<- the dropping of some dark object behind a rock, the passing of a bit ft plumy tall. The rock Itself was between her and the broken, foot of the wall, one of a mass that had tumbled from the weathered face. For a long time she stood very still, waiting, watching with unwinking eyes. Then, at the rock's edge, but farther away, she caught another glimpse of that tail-tip. Its wearer was making for the wall-foot keeping tlye rock between. A wolf would do so --bat there was something about that bit of plume which did not spell wolf. It was tawny white, and It was more loosely haired, not of the exact quality of a wolfs brush. Once more a tidy tip showed--and on a sudden daring Impulse Nance Allison leaped tor the rock, caught Its top with both hands and peered over. Children Need Sunlight for Their Development veranda to her living-room door, -it Its lintel she stopped and stood drawing the heavy quirt through her lingers, looking back at Big Basford. |le had watched her progress and now v the hard, bright, sparkling gaze of her :|lark eyes seemed to force him to fnovement. so that he picked up his J»at set it on his head and turned i away towards the corrals at Rainbow's foot, swinging with a rolling gait that further made one think of Jungle folk. But the lips In the flaring beard e--re "t. witchi"n -fg* .• * ' Recent experiments on chicks demonstrated the Importance of sunlight in human health, particularly as a factor In the physical development of young children. The chicks were divided Into three groups. All were give? the same diet but one group was kept In natural sunlight. the second in natural sunlight passing through window glass, while the third was kept In natural sunlight and exposed at intervals to strong ultra-violet rays. The first group of chicks developed normally. All of the second group-- those that received the sunlight through window glass--developed rickets. Tliose of the third group reached in ten weeks the same stage of physical development that those raised In natural sunlight attained in twelve weeks. The rickety chicks were cured when' subjected to ultra-violet ray treatment. children bom in the summer and autumn develop rickets In some degree by the following spring. Through the winter the mothers fear to subject them to the bitter cold; hence the babies receive their "sunshine" behind closed windows. Disposal of "Dmad Letterf Letters and other mall matter which cannot for any reasoo be delivered are sent to the dead letter office. Where possible the dead letter office returns this mall to the senders. Otherwise the letters are destroyed. Valuable ar tides are kept for a certain length of time In the office. Some time ago the Post Office department sold at public auction a large numbed of such objects. Inquiries respecting lost malt should give the date when It was mailed and should be addressed to Dl vision of Dead Letters, Post Offlfe de- Blue 8tone canyon is evidently s most delightful plaee. what ie Its mystery? partment, Washington. -- Pathfinder Between 97 and 100 per cent Of the Magazine. « (TO BB CONTINUED.) Ostrich Model Husband The male ostrich is very domestic In his tastes. When he marries he marries for life. The ostrich makes hla primitive nest with but little trouble, lie lies on his breast and kicks the sand out backward and sldewlse, thus scooping out a saucer-shaped hole In the.sand about four feet In diameter and ten Inches deep in the center. In this the female deposits her eggs, usually about 10 to 15. One egg Is laid every alternate day. An ostrich egg weighs between three and four pounds and contains as much food as two or three dozen ordinary eggs. It is said that 30 minutes are required to soft boll them. Incubation takes from 40 to 42 days, the male and the female sitting on the nest alternately. The eggs are regularly turned and are covered with sand and left during the day. --Family Herald. Simple Explanation ^51 This Joke, which was recently torwarded to prove that scientific men can be witty as well as wise, should be read aloud: A colleague of Dr. Crun Brown, the famous Edinburgh professor of chemistry, once came to hla concerning an Indian medical student whose English was defective. "We cannot pass this man," be said. "He Is quite Illiterate; be simply cannot spell. Why, he baa spelt proceed with one *e\" "From what place deeg he nupsT* asked Doctor Brown. "From Ceylon." At once Doctor Brown fleshed back: "That explains it That's the land af tha. Records Date Back Mow Than iiOfiOO Yeara. The history of the Chinese Is eer«? talnly Interesting. At what period they first settled the country that they now occupy Is not known with any certainty. hut their traditions give them an antiquity of more than 100,000 years prior to their half-authentic history which goes back fifty-five eenturles or more. So the Chinese were living In the valleys of the Hwang-ho and Yang tze rivers long before the last extension of the polar capa.' At first they probably Uv«d In caves along the river banks, spreading gradually along the banks of the tributaries and thus the people of the two rivers would have met and blended Into one nation. Living on the rivers, the Chinese would have learned the art uf navigation early, and large sailing canoes in all probability were cruising up and down the rivers and coasts of China i.nd making voyages to Korea, end perhaps Japan, as early as 50,000 or 60,000 yearu ago. At that time many animals that are now extinct were living. Chinese history, though it dates back upward of 5.500 years, is not much to be depended upon till some ten centuries later, for 1 like all ancient peoples, their early history Is. of course, purely mythical. Among the muny discoveries and Inventions of the Chinese might be mentioned the discovery of the seasons of the year, during the reign of the emperor (or hoang, as the Chinese called their ruler) Fuh-hl, who, It Is said, also taught his people how to raise cat- 1 tie. and writing and Introduced marriage among them. Fuh-hi reigned about 4,800 years ago. He was succeeded by Shln-nung during whose reign medicine was first made and agricultural tools were improved. Before 2357 B. O. waterclocks, wheeled vehicles. Improved weapons, musical Instruments, and Junks had been invented, and polygamy and schools had been established. The Emperor Yau built roads and canals. The compass was Invented in 1115 B. C. and engraving in 1000 B. C. and gunpowder, firepots. firecrackers, which they used exten sively at celebrations, etc., and also In battle to frighten horses, etc., and repeating crossbows and printing, etc. own, the great wall of eatest defensive iy man. It Is probable 1 was lit up by powerts from one end to the other, the lights would be visible to the inhabitants of Mars, presuming, of course, that there are Intelligent beings on that planet The Chinese did not Invent guns or cannon of any kind; cannon were Invented by the Arabs In the Twelfth century, though a doubtful authority claims they were used at the siege of Belgrade In 1073 of the present era. The Mohammedans, however, used cannon In India In 1200 and Genghis Khan had artillery at the siege of Tsaichew, China, and it is also said that he had cannon at the storming of Yenklng, now Peking, China, In 1215, but this Is doubtful. Though the Chinese did not Invent either guns or cannon of any kind, fliey nevertheless were the first people to propel missiles with gunpowder, for during the reign of the Emperor Fai-tsu, in 969 of the present era, the Chinese attached rockets to their arrows, both to make them go farther and for incendiary purposes, so the Idea of artillery, as well as the invention of gunpowder, is Justly due to them.--Adventure Magazine. Hair Dryer Starts Motors During damp weather an<* after periods of Idleness it was found difficult to start the motors of the seaplanes on the battleship Maryland. Somebody on board the vessel thought of a novel scheme to remedy this difliculty, according to a report by the vessel to the bureau of aeronautics, A hair dryer and a carbon lamp were used. The carbon lamp Is secured alongside each magneto and Is kept lighted while the plane Is fastened to the catapult. When the plane is ready to be flown the hair dryer is used on the spark plugs and the exposed end of Ignition wires. It works tine, says the report.--Pathfinder Magazine. The Critic's Pan Ftank Harris, the novelist and critic, spent the winter on the Riviera, and one day on the Promenade des Anglais in Nice a rich young poet accosted him. The poet, who belongs to. the new expressionist school--he has leanings besides toward diabolism, dadalsm and dottlsm--said with a smile of tremendous self-assurance. "Ah. good morning, Mr. Harris. What did you think of tnfe volume of poem* I sent you last week?" * The critic laughed and answered la his melodious bass voice: * «So bad It couldn't be versa."^*- •" True Love In speafc'ng of the proposed revision of Caltfornls's marriage laws and the community property bill. Governor Ktchardson remarked: ••In the old days, subjects like this did not exist. Those were the days of romance and these are the days of finance. In the old days, sweet sayings and sweetmeats used to count, but nowadays It's different. |: " 'Are you sure he loves youf i Evelyn asked her friend. I "'Of course I'm surel Why, my dear, every time we're out In a taxicab he keeps his eyes on me all the •never looks at the meter once. " The conquering herotne of the presports era was an earnest believer In the strength of numbers and her weekend sallies Into strange countries were never ventured without the accompaniment of a wardrobe that was as extensive as it was pretentious. Those were the days, writes a fashion correspondent in the New York Herald- Tribune, when quantity was the measure of smartness and when no occasion was too trlvlsl to demand s change of costume. Starting with the morning frock, a summers day which did not witness at least four distinct costumes was counted among the lost and the enterprising demoiselle who could improve upon that number was at once the envy of her sisters and the glowing light of social gatherings. Manifestly, it was Impossible to pack the necessary wardrobe *ith(n the limited confines of a sing's suitcase, and the pleasure-bent week-ender was compelled to travel, laden heavliy with luggage or else ran the risk of being occasionally out of the plctnra Those unscientific times are past, due partly to the comparative unconventionality of the summer mode, partly to a more enlightened attitude on the part of the gentle traveler, and partly to the general vogue of sportswear. Fashion no longer contents Itself with seasonal changes--it is continually undergoing minute evolutions and the hallmark of haute chic demands small monthly wardrobe changes Instead of the voluminous semi-annual acquisitions that characterized the past The modern Parisienne does not burden herself with many clothes at a time---her annual number of frocks Is, perhaps, greater than ever before, but they are added at diverse periods as the occasion demands, and as they are added, other costumes are either discarded or revamped to coincide with the smartest and latest dicta of the mode. than cotton and they shake eat Ms £.\ charming folds as soon ss they are , hung up In a roomy cupboard. %*• After games the most usual occupatlon is bridge, and for this you will require a change. But let It be a v**- change Into a frock that, but for ita ^ ,, color and material, might almost be t 7; worn for tennis or golf Itself. The smartest clothes of the present season ^ all have that sports allure. Even your > ' _ dinner dress should have such a sita- ! pie cut that if you put It on In the 4 daytime nothing could be easier than " - an Impromptu game, quite possible IB - its stralghtline simplicity. V" ' A charming Idea for the bifid#* frock Is the new jabot Idea. It 's an J11 excellent suggestion, for there should 'i be somsthlng reminiscent of tfas jabot' Wardrobe 8hould Fit 8ultcass. The result is a wardrobe which la always chic and npver mplfflcatlon of fashion. You simply cannot pack frills and furbelows into a suitcase. If you appear with a wardrobe trunk or a plurality of suitcases your hostess Immediately becomes apprehensive and you can hardly blame her. Obviously, then, the ideal week-end wardrobe must be modified to suit a single suitcase and the present status of the mode makes that task no longer a problem. Apparently the dressmakers were thinking of the feminine week-ender when they evolved those delectable jumper suits that are the prop of every smart woman's existence nowadays. Whether It Is made of kasha, crepe de chine or foulard, the Jumper frock Is the easiest garment to fold that has appeared on the modern horlton of the mode. Even Its plaits can be coaxed to lie flat, and It Is an excellent plan to pin them into place if the material of the dress Is not too flimsy, always taking care to choose fine steel dressmaking pins and not the clumsy white wire variety. For Golf, Tennis and Bridge, The nature of the Jumper frock will vary according to the type of place In which you are going to spend your week-end. If you expect to stay In an atmosphere of niblicks and mashles, naturally there should be a corresponding atmosphere of woolen and fine jersey cloth about the garments_you take with you. If tennis Is included In the program, a few one-piece white crepe de chine frocks will answer the remjlrementq. These crease less reedlly Ensemble of Flortl^Prlnt, Suitable for Week-Endh Wear. In your week-end case--tt Is so typical of the present season's tendencies. It can be carried out in georgette crepe or chiffon and there is no need to adhere severely lp plain material. The' wild riots of flowers that are scattered over a beige or black ground are a charming feature of summer chlffona. They have this additional advantage-- if your rubber is prolonged until the dinner gong sounds, you may appear dressed,- fresh, ready for dinner and' even the dance following without looking very much as If you had kept on your afternoon frock, for with chiffon it is difficult to say where the afternoon ends and the evening begina. When you Intend to Include a really formal evening affair during your week-end visit pot In a straightfringed frock. You might Include a little shawl to throw over the shoulders--It Is a real boon on those delightful summer nights when one feels tempted to stroll In the garden between dances. Paris insists on some dainty accessory on these occasions-- not from a practical point of view, but because It adds a balancing feminine triviality to the slender line* of the July evening frocks. Easily Packed Incidentals M- i\. * ^ % Similar Gait • Dui on the edge of the desert a rancher owned a popular-priced car. which he had painted white. He entered a neur-by village one day. Blightly madder than a wet hen. ••Look at my car!" he said. "Shot plutnb full of holes!" -Meet some bandits ?" chorused the corner loafers. -No!" he snorted. "As I was drlvln in to town some blume' tenderfoot l)UJU$rs mistook It for a JackrubbU.' -African Legion We^tf. It is advisable to reduce shoes and other accessories to a minimum when you are paying a week-end visit Keep a small extra bag for your shoes, and you can also use it for last minute remembrances, for even the most methodical of us Invariably leave out something M which we think frantically when straps are fastened and keys put Into the handbag. Often enough It Is Just the pair of shoes that goes with the particular frock around which the week-end wardrobe Is constructed. Fashion has been liberal In late years by sanctioning gold, silver or blond satin shoes to be worn with every kind of evening gown. Now the mode Is changing and the slipper should match the frock. This Is r.n additional complication, but It Is essential In a surrounding which places a premium on smart clothes. In less formal places you may choose a pair of blond satin shoes and wear them with your bridge frock as well as In the evening. Above all other things, remember that costumes worn in Bome should aiways be Roman. The habit of swimming upstream haa no place In modern fashions and It la particularly inappropriate In the short-visiting week-ender. If you are going to visit at some mountain resort which prides itself on a certain lack of convention, leave that Patou robe du solr at home and forget that very Parisian chapeau by Lewis. And conversely, if your journey's end be st some watering place where fashion Is the alpha and omega, don't attempt to convert the frivolous populace by wearing clothes that are plain and commonplace. The mode has places for Its missionaries, but the week-end habitat Is not one of . . . . . ^ Organdie Trims Black One of the most attractive dresses seen this season is made of black satin-finished crepe. A fold of white organdie headed with a band of blue ribbon and a narrow edge of braid finishes the button of the skirt and organdie Is used for the lower part of the full gathered sleeves. Use Care in Selection of Your Accessories No chain Is stronger than its weakest link and if you want to Join the ranks of the sartorial lmpeccables you must be as meticulously careful about the selection of gloves, bag and other accessories as you are about the costume Itself, says a correspondent in the New York Herald-Tribune. Gloves require particular attention this seaaocf and advice on the subject can best be given by a series of doa'ts. The reason is that here again the strictest simplicity is the prime essential of good taste. The lace gauntlets and colored stltchlngs of other seasons are as forgotten as If they had never been. Plain suede gloves cut In a simple sac form, with Inconspicuous self-colored embroidered ribs on the back of the hand, sometimes an elastic band inside the wrist but more often none, are en regie and evidence the still modish process of elimination. The suede should be of the finest and most delicate quality and the colors vary from palest flesh and bols de roaa to deep orange tana end flafn brule. The only essential ia that tha glove should be so simple aa to be almost Imperceptible. Even buttons are out of date. The modern glove pulls on; sometimes It has an elastic under the wrist Us front but most often It is quite plain, with the gauntlet straight and tucked under the cuff of the coat or perhaps rolled over the end of a long tight-fitting sleeve when worn with m dress. For sports wear a coarser suede or kid, or even antelope. Is chosen and sometimes hand stitching in black or brown outlines the seams that have the edges visible; but the sac shape is preserved even in this type of glove and once It has been adopted women find it difficult to accustom themse^res to any other because ot lta convenience. Long Lace Sleeves Long lace sleeves are used oa aft ernoon and evening gowns, snd they _ •XtHL S; 7. Zi :*V, £