Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 15, 1914, Page 8

LITTLE ONES’ STYLES | THEIR FASHIONS ALSO AFFECTED BY THE WAR. Combination of Plaid and Plain Ma- terials Is a Feature of the Season —Charming Frocks That Have Been Noticed. By MARY DEAN, As the war is having its effect upon the styles of dress worn by grown- ups, so it also has upon those of the younger generation. The fashionable materials used for developing wom- en's gowns are also employed in mak- ing the small additions intended for the little folk. Marked features of the season are the combining of plaid and plain ma- terials —the use of roman stripes —the use of but- tons as a trim- ming and of silk and velvet combi- nations. A frock seen re- cently was made of navy blue serge and navy blue, green and black plaid silk. The colors were soft and were blended together harmoni- ously. There was a narrow line of yellow running through the color scheme which re- Heved the somewhat somber tones and added greatly to the general effect of the frock. The frock was also bright- ened a bit by a flat collar of embroid- ered fillet lace. The plaid material formed the side of the frock and sleeves, while the navy blue serge formed the jumper ef- fect at the back and front, cuffs, wide belt and skirt. Buttons trimmed the front of the frocks and deep cuffs. Another charming little frock was made of navy blue serge and roman striped silk. The body of the frock was of the navy blue serge and extended several inches below the wailst line. The Blue Serge and Romany Striped Silk. B long waist line was defined by u sash of the roman , striped silk sur- rounding the body and running through \\ 1de eye- lets in ma terial, the Sabll showing at the | front and back, and it was tied at the back in loops ! and long ends The roman striped silk also (ormed’ the underskirt and | cuffs. There was a large collar of fine white lace. In broidered, Piped ;. "jytie frock, LR as in the one above described. There was a note of color to relieve the somber tone, in sma'" ornamented buttons and tiny lines of embroidery at the front of the upper part of the body of the frock. Another frock is also of the navy blue serge and roman stripe silk. In this frock the silk is a trifle more live- ly in its color scheme. The silk forms the sleeves and the skirt of the frock while the long-waisted body, cuffs and girdle are of the serge. Buttons of the material trim the front of the frock- and the cuffs. Ecru Linen Em- The i impression “which some persons | have that a library can give informa- tion on any topic is not only odd but pleasing. It may be set off against the opposite notion, equally exagger- ated, that a library is of no practical use whatever. As a sample of the first idea, con- sider the woman who called over the telephone the day before Thanksgiv- ing and asked how te pluck a turkey. The librarian hunted it up in a cook book, and read it to her over the tele- phone, too. And the one who asked for a brief sketch of the French revo- lution over the phone. What Alls Jones. Knicker—What is the matter with Jones? Bocker—If he takes a vacation they wonder how he can afford it and if he doesn’t they wonder if his accounts are straight.—Judge. “Keep the Quality Up” Samiyel cofulBel 2al tulustnt el L el 2rs 2el 2] AY LI 2 % {= Jm cam e ol 2 nl L b8 e Sl S PBPSD PP S SOGHHHHH S0 BHHBLHBPEHHE In Merchandise i - A Step Ahead in Quality--- A Step Behind in Price BATES STORE Every piece of WOOL GOODS in STOCK ABSOLUTELY NEW has been our watchword You can’t whistle away the fact, the one great big point that in- dicates this Store’s Betterness SODOPOGOLLEOFNFOFOOF OIS0 3 @ Woodrow Wilson WOOD be PLEASED at WOO0DS’, The New Drug Store New FRESH Shipment of that Kustom Katching Kern’s KANDY Justreceived. Phone 408 The New Drug Store JUST OPPOSITE THE CITY HALL. § » ing her lips. ”’ THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., OCT. 15, 1914. THER FIRGT (LOVE By H. M. EGBERT. The two houses had formed one in more spacious days, but where the stout brick chimney reared itself through the center of the frame build- ing a brick wall had been built in, ex- tending from the cellar to the roof, and converting the one home into two. The only symbol of communion be- tween the disunited parts of what had been organically one was that, on windy days, smoke from a stove set against the chimney on either side would issue down the flue into the stove in the adjacent room. And sometimes, too, if any one listened at the sheet lron. one could hear words spoken upon the other side. When Frank Barton and Ida Norris were children they had played at this game; but that was long ago. The intimacies of the old house were not evoked by childish play any more. Both were immeasurably old—each was twenty, The double house stood in a small town, just such a town as may be seen almost anywhere in New England, neither rich nor poor, and proud of its history. Greenfield folks prided themselves on being ordinary Ameri- cans. Immigration had hardly touched them, for there was only one factory, and the French Canadian hands had something of the colonial tradition about them. The Bartons and the Norrises had lived there for fifteen years, and had known each other for fifty. Sometimes the elders looked at each other from their opposite sides of the double pi- azza and smiled, when the boy came home, carrying the girl's schoolbooks for her, while she stepped at his side with all the assurant ownership that a small girl feels’ for her childish sweetheart. But that was years before. The change of adolescence had set a bar- rier between the young people's lives. Frank was in the local bank now. Per- haps he earned $12 a week. Ida stayed home and helped her mother. The thing that happened came all in a moment. The girl had pictured it a thousand times, the boy never; but it was just as surprising to each. One moment they were friends, chat- ting together on the piazza, wonder- ing whether the rain would kill the' gypsy moths that devastated the shade- trees; and the next they were looking at each other in amazed wonder. What is more inarticulate than love at twenty? The strange helplessness, uughlng The thought pleased him; but he only sat sullenly at the end of the piazza, his chin on his hands, star- ing out into the dusk. Ten yards away the girl sat by the window in the living room. She was alone, too; her father had gone out upon some errand, and her mother was making up accounts in the lkitch- en, From the corner of the window she could just see the Barton end of the piazza. She had a book in her hand, but she was not reading. She had been trying hard not to cry, and she was exceedingly angry, because it was not about Frank Bar- ton—and yet it was, too, in a sort of way. But what had he done? Noth- ing. That was just it; he was only a boy and couldn't understand. But what was there to understand, except that she hated him? She went up to her.room at last, and then she crouched down by the window and cried in earnest. ently a slight squeaking sound inside | the chimney made her tiptoe over toi the stove. It ‘had not been lit since the warm weather began, a month be- fore. Something like a mouse was squeaking and scurrying behind the place where the stovepipe entered. Frank Barton, at the end of tho; piazza, saw the girl's shadow thrown : on the lawn. He was not going to look up at her. But he .looked up, and | saw that she had pulled the ntoveplpo| from its place and was bending over something. I “She’s found a mouse’s nest,” he thought, and a wave of disgust surged ! over him. He had heard the little beasts scurrying to and fro at night. He had thought of pulling out the pipe and drowning them. How like a giru He almost hated Ida then. He| hoped she had not been angry wlth him because—because she gueuedl The shame of that would make him hang his head the rest of nis days. He saw Ida cleafly again, a pale young woman whose twin pigtails had changed into fluffy, straw-colored hair, He did not even want to take another girl to the picture show now. “Aren’t you getting cold, Frank? It's turning quite chilly,” said his mother, from the window of the Iiv. ing room. “I guess not,” he answered. “Shall I light the fire in the stove?” she asked. He heditated. “Yes, it might warm up the house,” he answered. The boy was in his room and it was morning. He leaned over the window sill. Underneath a lilac tree was be- ginning to blossom and the scent came yp to him. The world was very fair that soft spring morning. Why was his heart aching so? In the next house, but shut off as by a thousand leagues, was Ida. Some- times she would lean from her win- dow and wave a good morning to him, and he looked for woday. 3ut there was no sign of her. “She’s still mad at me,” he thought, and the old sense of resentment be- &an to stir in him again. Suddenly he heard a sound of sob- bing. It came from the next houae. He heard it through the chimney, and put his mouth to the stovepipe. “Ida!" he called. “Ida! Ida!” There was no answer, and he went downstairs. He stood beneath the 11 lac tree. seemed suddenly to have become ac- , cursed and dreary. He leaned against i llac. the trunk and idly plucked a spray ot Then he saw a girl coming along the piazza and went toward her, i a little sheepishly, not yet decided in She Was Alone, “Too. the sense of some terendous power that holds one in terror of self-reve- lation; caprice and shyness, as inex- plicable to one as to the other! For instance: “Best get ready for the plcture show. Ida.” “I'm not coming, Frank.” “Aw, why not, now? You said you would. This is the last night of the week, and there won't be another in/ town for an age.” “I don’t care; I'm not coming,” she anwered, snatching her hand away as he pulled at her wrist coaxingly. “Leave me alone!” “Why, Ida!™ exclaimed the boy, look- ing in wonder at her flushed face, “I didn't mean—honest, I didn't—say! You aren’t mad at me?” But the gir} had flung into the house, leaving him standing outside and gap- ing after her. He could not under- stand what was the matter with her. As he stood there Mrs. Norris came out with the big watering can. She had a box of asters, which she was rais- ing from seed; or, rather, it had been Ida’s but she had ceased to care for the tender shoots. “Say, Mrs. Norris, Ida’'s all right, isn’t she?” asked the boy. The old woman looked at him, purs- “I guess there's nothing wrong with her,” she answered, and began sprinkling the plants. There was a wise smile on her lips, and her face was faintly flushed. “They’re too young, Jim,” she said thlt night to her husband, when the | old couple were alone. Outside, at the Barton end of the plazza, Frank was waiting. He had meant to go to the picture show alone. He had wished that he had some other girl to take with him. They would stroll past the double house together, their voices slightiy raised, and Frank ; what spirit to approach her. But he saw the tears in her eyes, and his heart leaped with remorse. And in thing. She held it out indignantly. It was three little dead birds—chim. ney swifts, which had been killed by the fire he. had let his mother kindle. “Aw, say, Ida! I didn't know. I| thought they were mice,” he protested. “You have killed them for wan. tonness, just like a boy!” she said in. dignantly. Her eyes were wet. She stroked the limp little wings, and then suddenly burst into passionate tears. Frank stood by helplessly. He was sure now that she wculd never speak to | | him again. “I'm sorry, I1da—honest, I am,” he muttered. She raised her eyes to his_but there | was not anger in them any more, There was something he had never seen there. It was not love; it was more like humility—that whleh is born | of sudden understanding. Something | ; of ithe tragedy of life had gripped them both, and the seriousness of it when one puts aside childish things. “You didn't know—did you, Frank!” she sald. And she slipped her arm through his, and in that moment the | new life lay before them, though they only dimly realized what was happen- ' ing in their souls. For when the but- terfly emerges from the' cocoon ltl at once forgets and only rejoices in its | new happiness, From her window Mrs. Norris looked down at the pair, stroliing un- :;r the treet; and called her husband. ere was the shadow of a s gt mile upon “I don’t know—maybe they're not too young, Jim,” she said. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. 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