Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, August 12, 1908, Page 8

“The Shadow Between” = BY = SILAS K. CHAPTER X. (Continued.) It was dark when he boarded the train a second time, for the days were at their shortest. He purchased a six-penny magazine, and settled him- self into a corner of a second-class age. He could not afford to travel first-class. It was infra dig. for a Mawegan to travel third. He made an honest attempt to read. His eyes wandered slowly down the printed page. He even turned a leaf accasion- | ally, but in reality he read nothing. His brain was in a tumult. It was easy to assume an attitude of indif- ference; easy to vow all sorts of he- roic things; but to be absolute mas- ter of himself was quite another mat- ter. He met his mother and sister with a bright and jaunty air, kissed them both affectionately, declared that he was 1 to get home again, and that he hated having to take journeys in the winter. “I suppose you have heard nothing of Marion West?” Esther inter- rogated “My dear Esther,” he said, laugh- ; ingly, “how was I likely to hear any- thi of her?” “Of course, he can have heard hing of her,” her mother ed; ‘and why should he want to ar anything of her?” ‘I want to hear, if he doesn’t,” Esther answered. “To me her silence is quite unaccountable.” “She may have written, of course,” was the answer; “it is no unusual thing for lette the subject was allowed to drop for the moment. But after dinner, when Clement had cen himself to the library for his n evening’s smoke, Esther left her mother and joined him. “Look here, Clem,” she said. “I don’t undestand you a little bit.” “No?” he questioned, looking up with a smile. “On the night Marion went away you were quite anxious about her.” She went away in the morning, I ve.” “Don’t be silly. You know how the telegram upset you, and how you de- clared that if any harm befell her you would blame yourself for not persuad- ing her to write earlier.” “But I am not aware that any harm has befallen her.” “No doubt, Esther; but there are thousands of young people in similar circumstances.” “That does not meet the case. Why were you so worried nights ago, and why are you so indif. ferent to-day?” ~ “I am not so indifferent as you sug- gest. But what can we do? She is nothing to us. We did our duty to her, surely. She went away in pur- suance of the end she had in view. If b she does not choose to write to us— ; well ” and he shrugged his shoul- ders significantly. Esther said no more. She felt that her brother had the best of the argu- ment, but her anxiety was not lessen- ed in any degree. If it had been well with Marion she felt sure she would have written. ill with her that she kept sijent. On the morning but one following | esther was the first down to break- ast. The old butler had already sort- ed the letters and laid them on the table. Esther seized her letters the first thing and glanced at the ad- dresses; then, with a little gasp, she tore open one of them and began to read. As she did so her eyes dilated considerably and a deep wave of crim- son swept over her face. The letter ; save the word “London” on the top of the page. “[ would like to say ‘Dear Miss Mawgan,’” the letter began, “but I inter- | o get lost;” and then { four or five | It was because it was | s from Marion West, and had no ad- ; HOCKING. ten to him and he had kept the letter a secret; but the knowledge had turn- ed his interest in her to indifference, perhaps to contempt. She rather admired him for his silence. Her mother, if she knew, would be terribly upset, and it was just as well she should be kept in ig- norance, “But he might have told me,” she said to herself, with a frown. “He | knew how anxious I was, and how ; fond of the child I had become.” Then a troubled expression came into her eyes, and she went to the window and looked out on the rain- sodden lawn. “Do I care less for her now?” she said to herself. “Is she less worthy because her father was not a good man? Is she to be punished for what was done before she was born? If she were to come to me now through the wind anq rain, would I refuse to take her in?” The tears came into her eyes again and her lips trembled in spite of her- self. “I don’t care what her father was,” she said to herself, resolutely. “She is a lovely girl and worthy of any- body’s affection, and if I had it in my power she should never be friendless or lonely.” She heard the dining room door open and shut. Clement had come down stairs, and most likely her moth- er also. She would have to go in to breakfast and hide her excitement as best she could. Both her mother and Clement look- ed up from their letters as she enter- ed and greeted her in the usual fash- ion, but, they were too interested in ! their correspondence to pay any at- tention to her. The meal proceeded very largely in ; Silence. Mrs. Mawgan grumbled at | the weather, which she usually did, | whatever it might be. Clement re- marked that they did not ordinarily | have long days of sunshine in Decem- |ber. Esther suggested that they ought to be grateful for comfortable rooms and a warm fireside and suf- ficient to eat and drink. This led to | some reminiscences of an earlier time jon the part of Mrs, Mawgan, and then silence fell. Directly breakfast was over Clem- ent retired to the library and shut the | door. He was very miserable and he grew daily more depressed. The | weather was cheerless in the extreme. The rain was coming down as though it never intended to'cease again. The ind moaned through the bare trees rom morning to night and from night to morning with a steady and aggra- j vating persistence. The sun refused | to show his face even for a moment. Wheeling round his easy chair in front of the fire he unfolded his news- paper and began to scan its pages. “Suicide through despair!” was the | first headline that arrested his atten- | tion. A young girl, having lost her | situation and having tried in vain to get another, had to choose at last be- | tween death and dishonor, and had | chosen the former. In the darkness of rainy December night she had {thrown herself over Westminster | bridge. A note found in her pocket told all the sad story. It was a common enough tragedy, and no words were wasted in describ- {ing it. Such things were happening | every day, and would continue to hap- pen while the present social order re- | mained. In the hurly-burly of life the | strong came to the top, the weak went to the wall, and so keen was the struggle for existence that very few had a tear to waste for those who fell. Clement laid the paper on his knee nq stared into the fire, and as he did so a face came up before him, sweet, | and fair, and innocent—the face of ! Marion West. What was to become ! of her? Would she see her little hoard feel I have no right eng, ene woe | grow less and less till all was gone? Your brother will have told you who | Wouig she, friendless and alone, have I am, and the daughter of the man | to tramp the dreary streets with none who robbed your father must be hate-/ +, nity? Would she, in a Christian ful in your eyes. I did not know it | ity and in a Christian age, be faced when I was sheltered under your roof. | jy ‘an alternative like that of which he I made the discovery after I left. Had hq just read? Would she be found you known I .think you would hav een kind, for God" made you good. ; Had I known I should have hidden my face in sorrow and shame. ached to write to you, but feared yo would not read my letter. I hav wanted to tell you that I am not un- grateful, that the child of Dick West can appreciate a kindness and will never forget it. I am not asking for pity, I am only trying to perform a simple duty. You will not see- me again. In this great city I am swal- lowed up and lost. Its roar is in my ears.as I write, and its voice is like the voice of doom. How grateful I shall be when the struggle is over! Yours in undying gratitude, —‘Marion West.” Esther's cheeks were almost deathly pale by the time she had finished the jetter, and her eyes were full of tears. For several moments she stood quite still with the open letter in her hand, ; then she folded it quickly, put it back into the envelope, and hurried out of the room. She wanted time to think, time to recover herself. The letter was a revelation to her in more ways than one. She understood now—or fancied she did—the brother's manner. I have | change in her Marion had writ- t last in the ooze of the river, or, worse still, in the ooze of the streets? He almost writhed as these thoughts assed through his mind, and a spasm f pain swept over his face. Slowly but surely the conviction | Marion West had come into his life to | stay—that whether she lived or died her influence would remain. Ever | since he received her letter he had | been’ trying his best to forget her—to put her out of his life. He had | fought and struggled with all the | strength he possessed, and instead of | gaining the victory he knew he was | steadily losing ground. Her face was constantly before him, the tones | of her voice were never out of his ears. | Waking or dreaming she was ever | with him. It was a painful confession | to make even to himself. If she had | been any one else the position would have been humiliating enough. But that the daughter of his father’s worst enemy should make a captive of him was too galling for words. His meditations were disturbed by the entrance of his sister. He looked up with a glance of surprise, almost of annoyance, It was not often she dis- turbed him when he was busy with his | was rooting itself in his mind that j morning paper, and this morning he particularly wanted to be left in peace. “IT want your advice, Clem,’ she said, without heeding his look. “Indeed! That’s something new, isn’t it?” “It’s about Marion West,” she went on, “Well?” “I had a letter from her this morn- ing.” “A letter—from Marion West?” and he half rose out of his chair. “Are you so very much surprised?” “I am, rather,” he stammered.. “1 thought—that is, I did not know—I mean——” “Why should she not write to me as well as to you?” she interrupted. “She said she had written to me?” “Why beat about the bush, Clem? The question now is, ought I to tell mother? You have kept the matter to yourself. I don’t know that I blame you exactly. It’s a painful revelation. But now that I know as well as you, do you think we ought to keep the facts from mother?” “May I see her letter?” “If you like. There is nothing in it that any one may not read.” He did not speak for several mo- ments after he handed the letter back. Esther saw that he was deeply. moved, and refrained from making any remark. “Mother looks at things rather dif- ferently from what we do,” he said, at length. “We have not suffered as she suffered, and the wounds created more ; than twenty years ago are rankling still. To tell her might revive all the old bitterness, and for the present, at any rate, I see no compensating good.” “Then you think we should keep the matter to ourselves?” 5 “For the present, at any rate, “We shall meet her again some day, Clem.” - You think so?” “I do. Why else was she thrown upon our care and protection? Why else did our hearts warm to her? She is not to blame for what her father did. We've got to learn our lesson. I hope I have learnt mine. If she were to come to me this very moment I would open my arms to her;” and she turned on her heel and went out of the room. . (To Be Continued.) MOOSE IN A MAINE TOWN. Grazed on Lawn, Strolled Through the Street and Took a Plunge. A cow moose weighing about 700 pounds and resembling a good natured donkey made a tour of Bangor early one morning. The moose was first disturbed about 4 o’clock while grazing on the lawn of Patrick H. Gillin, at the corner of Pine and Penobscot streets. A public carriage man had carried a fare from an early train, and was driving down Pine street to Hancock when Patrol- man Dan Smith, who thought she was a mule, shooed her down toward Ex- change street. 1 Reaching that populous thorough- fare she started up toward State street, thinking to cross to the west side and have a look at the library lot. But rollicking citizens who came from a restaurant drove her back up York street. She started down Pine again and came down Hancock to a point near Exchange street. Then she went back to Pine street, down Pine to Washington—traveling too like a shadow—to Kenduskeag stream. It was about half tide, put she plunged from the end of the wharf and swam to a bar in midstream. For fully half an hour she fooled around in the water, being pursued by sev- eral boats, and finally coming ashore at the city landing at the foot of Water street, some kind-hearted citi- zen having opened the gate at that point. She ran through Water street and Pickering square to Haymarket square, dodged up Short street to Union, and when last seen was going seventy- eight miles an hour over Union street hill. THE USES OF CHALK. A Young Man Coming Home In a Hurry Discovers One of Them. “fread in some paper the \other day,” the young man said, “of the ar- rival at this port of a shipload of chalk, and I wondered what under the canopy anybody could want of a ship- load of chalk and what they used chalk for anyway. “Going home last night I got halt a dozen little spatters of mud on my shirt bosom and collar, and I’d got to go out again right away, and I really didn’t have time to change my apparel, but there were those spatters of mud on my shirt. “Just wait a minute,’ said my room- mate, who knows several things, and he went to his chiffonier and got out a piece of chalk, with which he deftly ; chalked over those little mud spots | so that they didn’t show. ! “«There,’ he said, ‘I guess they'll go all right now, at night.’ “And they did. I am still wonder- ing what anybody should want of a shipload of chalk, but I have now dis- covered at least one of chalk’s uses.” Spoke Without Words. “Dear, dear,” an old gentleman ex- claimed in amazement, “and this deaf and dumb man—deaf and dumb from his birth—entered a shop and | spoke? Impossible!” “Well,” remarked his incorrigible nephew, preparing for flight, “he came into the bicycle shop while I was there and lifted up a wheel and spoke!” Of course the mean dispositions of other people never harmonize with your own, IN DAINTY LINGERIE EXTREME SHEERNESS OF MATE- RIAL IS THE REQUISITE. For the Girl of Limited Means the Use of Long-Cloth with Hamburg Embroidery or Torchon Lace Is Advised. The girl who loves dainty things, who considers personal daintiness of primary importance, finds the ques- tion of up-to-date lingerie a serious problem. The lavish use of mercer- ized fabrics for underwear and the un- scrupulous use of strong soaps and powerful washing powders by laun- dresses combine to play havoe with even a liberal dress allowance. The day of light-weight muslins, cambric and long-cloth for lingerie is about spent, and yet in the face of fashion’s sternest Wecree the girl of limited means should employ a fine grade of long-cloth for the bulk of her home-made underwear, combining with it a good grdde of hamburg embroid- ery or torchon lace. Nothing can compare with this com- bination for hard wear and regular laundering, and a high-priced piece of Jong-cloth will launder as softly and wear much better than some of the sheer mercerized fabrics. Stick to German val, torchon, and just now, if you are so fortunate as to know the Irish stitch, an edging and insertion of hand-made Irish crochet. Generally speaking, the tendency of up-to-date lingerie is toward extreme sheerness of material, simplicity in de- sign and exquisite care in fitting. The princess and draped skirts both re- quire perfectly-fitted underwear, and the woman of well-developed figure, as well as her heavyweight sister, is go- ing in for tights, and carefully avoid- ing frills of any sort. : The woman who wears old-style lingerie selects well-cut designs, such as combination suits, which include drawers and corset covers, or corset covers and short skirts, princess slips, ete. One of the distinct fads with women of well-lined purses is the soft satin skirt, which has completely sup- planted the taffeta skirts. And really this is not so expensive as it sounds. A good grade of messaline can be bought at sales for 49 cents a yard. For evening wear a princess slip of white messaline will do duty for sev- eral frocks, white batiste, or one of delicate tint, a black and white or even a black voile, marquisette or sim- ilar weave. The woman of middle age who wears much black, gray, laven- der, etc., will take great comfort and find good use for a drop skirt of sil- very gray messaline. These satin skirts are fitted perfect- ly over the hips and finished with a set-on flounce of the same material. This can be ornamented with hand- run tucks and embroidered in self-tone or harmonious tints with dots or rings. Lace is combined with the white and delicately tinted skirts, but the black and subdued colorings show em- broidery of feather stitching rather than lace. China silk is also in great demand for drop skirts or petticoats and in the 36-inch width cuts to excellent advan- tage. For a dressy skirt, net, lace and ribbon are combined for trimming. Another remarkable feature of the season in lingerie is the quantity of colored materials used. Prominent among these are what is known as the Dolly Varden sets, made from daintily figured lawns and batistes, trimmed with val lace and set off by matching ribbons. The illustration shows a square-necked negligee developed from a handy remnant of embroidered flouncing, delicate lavender on white. Cheap laces are the worst possible investment, especially point de paris. The following. ingredients mixed to- gether make a good toilet powder: Crush six ounces of best white starch and rub it through a’sieve, then shake it through a piece of muslin. Mix into this two drams of powdered orris root and shake again through the muslin. Then add to the powder a few drops of any favorite perfume. Always use tepid water to wash in, and if it is hard a little borax will soften it, as hard water is very bad for the skin. One of the most striking features of the latest evening dresses is the lack of transparencies employed in their fabrication. Soft satins take an easy lead in pale shades of blue and pink, also ivory white and black. Every girl who can possibly do so should learn to row. There is nothing better for developing the muscles of the chest. There is a great feeling for deep square effects at present. The after- noon blouses are made with square yokes, and the evening bodices are cut low, in the same idea. The following is a good recipe for cold cream: Melt one ounce of white wax in a quarter of a pound of pure olive oil, and as the mixture cools add gradually one-fourth of a pint of elder- flower water and six drops of attar of roses. Stir until cold. This is a season of smart little coats, and the wide upper sleeve now so fashionable demands that the coats should be made so that they may easily slip over a full sleeve. A good exercise to broaden the shoulders is to extend the arms straight out and, keeping them so, sway the hands backward and for- ward. This exercises the muscles, and stretches the shoulders to the full- est extent. About once a month the hair should be properly singed. This will keep it from breaking or splitting. One of the best curling fluids may be made as follows: Half an ounce of borax and 15 grains of gum arabic dissolved in 8 ounces of warm water. water. When cold add 6 drams of spirits of camphor. Wet the hair with the fiuid, and curl in the usual way.: All the best shop-bought blouse mod- els of an ephemeral character are made up on chiffon foundations. This not only gives.a steadying effect, but it serves to greatly enhance the filmy aspect of a transparent material. af the scalp is very dry, rub into it once a week a little olive oil or pure vaseline. If < little is put on the tiger tips there will be less chance of the oil getting on to the hair, and giving it a greasy look. The neck is cut square and finished with galloon to match the flouncing. * TOPICS OF THE BOUDOIR gowns is black alpaca, although navy blue serge is still well to the fore. An excellent eyebrow tonic can be made of equal ,parts of alcohol and olive oil. Shake well before applying with a tiny brush. OF ROSE PINK LINEN. SHE COULD NOT WALK For Months—Burning Humor on Ankles —Opiates Alone Brought Sleep —Eczema Yielded to Cuticura. “T had eczema for over two years. U had two physicians, but they only gave me relief for a short time and I cannot enumerate the ointments and lotions I used to no purpose. My ank- les were one mass of sores. The itch- ing and burning were so intense that I could not sleep. I could not walk for nearly four months. One day my hus- band said I had better try the Cuticura Remedies. After using them three times I had the best night's rest in months unless I took an opiate. [ used one set of Cuticura Soap, Oint- ment, and Pills, and my ankles healed in a short time. It is now a year since I used Cuticura, and there has been no return of the eczema. Mrs. David Brown, Locke, Ark., May 18 and July 13, 1907.” Ugh! Very commendable is the zeal dis- played in recent years in the effort to put and end to the obnoxious habit of expectorating in places frequented by the public. Still, the offense would probably be classed under the head of “venial”—anq it might be well to ad- just the punishment to the crime. After crossing on one of the ferry lines that convey passengers over the North river to New Jersey points, and carefully considering the possible logical connection between the two parts of the “Notice to Passengers” hanging in a conspicuous place, one wonders if perhaps the reforming zeal of the ferry company may not have carried it too far. The signs read: “Spitting on the floor is prohibited. Life preservers are provided for all passengers.” Pulpit Hourglasses. The twenty-minute sermon is a purely modern invention, as is proved by the number of pulpit hourglasses that are still to be found in many old churches. In the register of St. Cath- erine’s, Aldgate, the following entry, dated 1564, occurs: “Paid for an hourglass that hanged by the pulpit, where the preacher doth make a ser- mon, that he may know how the hour passeth away, one shilling.” A mod- ern pulpit glass—probably the only one of its kind—is to be found in the Chapel Royal, Savoy. It is an eighteen-minute glass, and was placed in the chapel on its restoration in Linen and pongees are the outing girl’s favorites, and a delightful va- riety is displayed in the morning frocks of these materials worn at the fashionable hotels. 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