Evening Star Newspaper, November 29, 1925, Page 101

Clothes BY MARY MARSHALL. COMPACT geems to have heen made hetween the makers of women's frocks and those who design only clothes for chil dren—to the effect that no women's skirts he. will become ‘ntly there going i v up. ev anything short fashions very, very closely heels of the designers cy a4y e s children for the Little Gir IS HERE USED TO MAKE A AND CAP, WHICH IS TRIMM AT THE SIDE. PLAID, PLAID AND STILI. MORE PLAID! THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., NOVEMBER 29, 1925—PART 5. VIVID SCOTCH PLAID COLD-WEATHER T OF SCARF thick pocketbook—even then to dress littl a fairly fs not always easy girls and voung well. Partly, of course, it is the ng girls them selves. The e some girls of eight nd nine and ten who wouldn't really well dressed in an little cherubs ¢ proper chi r they look ga « consolation airs is that who wear their women who = rather poor the dep: of co the ele s clothes are not ions fo e. Th mak )t existence as Things Which Are of Interest The Sacred Ruby of the Ikkans. BY JACK GIHON. ST had told them to the 4 reached i were to 1 o their left and s he cliff for about 1d come X there,” said Bot on rested vet Iimmle nodded, and slinging their toe k¢ they set ¥ where had the pirates v 1 house. It » ground on poles it had a d walls * Bob shout reached a small structure thev saw that the house was b there were thick shut < on each of the windows, and a heavy door of roughly hewn timber Riut now the door sagged and yawned and the steps that went e broken dowr llke a hunter's camp in e's den,” Jimmie sug- They clearing in front of the Now had now open to it we “It looks stead of a gested “And it doesn’t gold around here now, Bob 11 look like there's any either,” gaid * sald “we'll fon is, Jimmie, e the house first.” Bob Maybe we'll find a clue. thro their tools boys clamber bod survey- ed Into the house an fug the dismal scene before them. It se roum. At one place and at the wo tlers of bunks had been Save for a table, hand fash t of logs, there was no furni d of one ere was a wich interested i odd sizes, Mmoss had z years. “He built a place. all right,’ Becentuate his remark ing of solid fire good mmie, and to gave one of the lower rocks a kick with his boot. Instead of the resistance he expected, however, he was surprised when the said i moved a trifle “Those too long to rock gave way a “That's funny, rocks have 1 move thut easily.” “It's a ca you xee that? of where the cried Bob. “Can't Maybe he's left a map treasure ix hidden in ivity they pulled the rock from its position, while Jim- mie felt inside the hole. His hand came In contact with a square object, and taking it from its hiding place he found it to be a black tin box. It was not locked, and almost trem- bling with awed excitement. they ‘ opened it. Ineide was a scrap of paper, and there were words written on it In a merawled hand. The ink had faded, but they were through the thick foliage | where shall still able to decipher the note. Tt read “My chest is buried 20 paces out side the front door. It's Kirkbride's Bob shouted. “It tells where his treasure is burled. Let's go dig.” The boys hounded to their feet, but stopped suddenly as they faced the door. Framed in the doorway stood the native who the night before had given them the directions for reaching Kirk bride’s hut. last message.” ok ok % L AD the Indian been watching them when they discovered the scrap of paper in the fireplace? The thought struck Jimmie und | ously. Instinctively | the plece of paper in | the native, now through the doorway a moment of dread for both of them. Had the Indian, belleving that they | held the secret of Kirkbride's burled treasure, Jured them to this secluded spot where he might wrest their se | cret from them? Stll smiling, the native walked across the room until he confronted them. “You find him paper?” he | querfed in his difficult broken Eng- lish It was on tha tip of Jimmie's tongue to deny it. But something. the Indian’s wily ways, perhape. told him that the man had been watching when they made their discovery. He decided to act boldly. | “Yes,” he said, “I found the paper. | But it belongs to us.” “All ‘ight, all 'ight,” the Indlan answered. “You find paper, you keep him. Maybe you find Senor Kirk bride trueasure—eh? Al ‘lght, all ‘ight, you find him. you keep him. 1 | help you dig—eh?” The Indlan’s alacrity to agree with | them surprised Jimmie and Bob. It ‘he had been interested enough to | climb the cliff and follow them at this | early hour, why should he be so will | ing to allow them to have the treasure, | it they found 1t? | Jimmie thought of attempting to escape. That, though, would be an impossibility, he felt. ~ Apparently, | the native had some vital interest in that serap of paper which now rested in his pocket. Unquestlonahl= he would not permit the boys to leave and carry it to the safety of thelr ship. The Indian was smiling enough, and on the surface very pleasant, but his eves gleamed in a manner that made both boys feel that he would stop at no ends to gain that which he de- | sired. “All right” sald Jimmie after a | slight hesftation. “We'll go out and start digging now. You can help us if you want to.” The paper which Kirkbride had left in the little tin box told them that the pirates’ chest was buried 20 paces in front of the doorway to his house. “He is a big man,” said Bob. “So one of his paces would almost equal two of ours. Suppose we try a spot 30 of our paces from the door and see what we find Jimmie agreed, and the two of them, carefully measuring their steps, counted off 80 paces. They examined the ground beneath them. Bob Jimmie shoved pocket as advanced ED WITH SOLID BAND CURLED gracefully as they may. They have the clothes that are In good taste are attractive, but they also ie other sort. and it is not a st thing in the world ed mother to find | Especially difficu becomes when, as is usually the c the voung girl or little daughter in need of raiment is pulling at her arm making random pleas for clothes that are quite impossible. Little girls of 10 or so naturally incline to what the storekeepers the “more sophisticated mode. And, of course, it is only the most unso- phisticated mother who would select and t have ways the e for the hurr what she wants. these frocks for her little daughter. You K them—party frocks cut the arms, frocks with e us flower ming, frocks wi a decidedly v hem line. * (‘RI‘ and red seem to be the J colors dearest to young hearts season, but of the two the red is perhaps more appropriate for vounger girls than the green, wt seems a trifle too sophisticated. Some. times the reds are vivid—as vivid as the proverbial flannel”—but more often the so reddish tones simultane- | are chosen—the brownish reds of the | | | They were disappointed, however, to learn that a big slab of rock was imbedded in the ground at that point. “He couldn't have dug through the rocks,” said Bob, “‘so we must have figured wrong. The question is, did his 20 paces end on this side or on VELVET OR CREPE DE CHINE ARE FAVORED FOR AFTER- XAMPLE, NOON FROCKS BOI cuU WHITE bots.derose scale or with purple in their Then there are navy and bes navy the other side of the bowlder? “It looks to me,” said Jimmie, “that we are going to have to dig a whole bunch of holes before we come to.the right spot.” Just then his keen eyes sighted & slight mound on the far side of | Play FOR RO FROCK AT FS AND JACKE DE CHINE FROCK AT THI IT 1S WORN WITH BLOOMERS OF CREPE DE CHINE THAT SHOW A TRIFLE BENEATH THE VERY SHORT SKIRT. make RIGHT. EMEROIDERED WITH THE GREEN VELVET WITH BEIGE COLLAR, FRENCH BLUE CREPE THE WHITE \ E t RN ==& = N i PLAIDS AND STRIPES ARE USED LAVISHLY IN THE MAKING OF FROCKS FOR LITTLE GIRLS. AT a Game of Follow the Leader THE LEFT 1S A PLAID JUMPER OF SCOTCH WOOL CLOTH. WITH PLEATED SKIRT OF SOLID COLOR. THE FROCK AT THE BILOUSE. ROMAN-STRIPED FI RICHT, ANNEL FORMS WORN WITH THE SKIRT OF A VELVETEEN blue hats of | d navy blue ath. But > between | A ue clothes mothers for thelr | are dark and | IDNNOCENTS DECE, 11 [Lriar | the bowlder. Unless one were looking for such a spot it would appear no different from the rest of the ground, for grass and shrubbery had grown over it and the passing of time had hardened the surface. “I'll bet that’s where he left his Inconspicuous and durable, and the navy blue clothes of first-class fabric, carefully though not too closely fitted and always immaculate. The ensemble idea has, penetrated the realm of of course, children’s to Younger | | chest,” Jimmie saild, pointing out the spot to his pal. “But I've an idea— | the Indlan has pretty long legs. Let's get him to take 20 steps from the doorway and see where he lands." The Indian was fmnte!‘u:omn,u oum o clethes. But there is no novelty about that 1 dressed wi oc from the same piece trimmed with or squirrel or rabl their elders wer match are espec tle girls are so 1 specia R eaders Mr. Monk’s New Adventures. Mr. Monk had a fearful time a gang of out-of-work ostriches in- vaded his labor exchange. They de manded work at once—if not sooner and their leader said they could do leas work in more time than any oth strich living. In view of this, M Monk thought they ought to work for when single ladder f " M Monk worked for lives!" interested in thelr activities. Jimmie explained to him what they wanted him to do and he agreed at once. They were surprised, however, to learn that his march took him to the near side of the bowlder instead of to the far side, where they had noticed the mound. “T'll be switched if I know what to do,” said Jimmie. T don’t want to be digging the whole cliff away.” “T'll tell you what,” said Bob. “Let’s trust to luck. Throw up a coin—if it’s heads, we'll dig where that mound is; it it's tails, we'll start where the Indian marched.” Jimmie fished in his pocket and spun a coin into the air. It fell to the ground and both boys leaned over eagerly to read what luck had decided for them. “Heads—that means we dig throu; the mound,” cried Bob. ‘“Let's nt‘:& work!" Both boys seized thefr picks and shovels and in & Jiffy they had turned up the sod and commenced digging on | & hole about 8 feet square. After they [had broken the surface crust they came to a oft, sandy eoil that proved easy wark for them. (To be-continued next Sundaw]