Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 18, 1915, Page 2

HE fad of the hour is the straight- hanging ample veil, rippling about the lower edge and just as full as it well can be made. It is of dotted or figured net and usually it is in black, although a warm gray or mode or dark fawn color is liked immense- ly. The latter are often finished with a lace pattern about the lower edge, which does not interfere at all with their being bound. The usual binding is a narrow fold of black satin. A recent arrival is the black veil with binding of white satin. A few varieties are bordered with ribbon an inch wide, but the great majority of all the veils are cut circular, hang to a point a little below the shoulders, and are bound with a Dparrow fold of black satin. An extreme of the mode is made of a square of black fillet net having small solid squares scattered over its surface. The net is a yard wide. A circular plece is cnt out from the cen- ter and the opening is hemmed in a narrow hem into which a round elastic cord is run. The edges are bound with a narrow fold of white satin. The vell is adjusted to the hat by the elas- tic cord and hangs full, and in points, to waist line. It is an easy matter to make one Costumes for the Winter Promenade | of these pretty veils, and anyone can afford to indulge in a fad that costs 80 little. The prettiest touch is added by tacking a rose or a small nosegay of bright flowers to the border at the left side. This is the very latest trick of adornment and is wonderfully pleas- ing. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. New Muffs Are Small. As if to show just what length fashion would have us follow, the latest muffs are infinitesimally small. Quite .absurd do they appear after the huge pillow affairs we have been cheerfully hauling around with us for the past few seasons. It may be that the long, tight sleeves, fur banded as they are on the modish suit, interfere with the huge muff, so milady de- mands that a smaller affair be de- signed for her comfort. Useful Frock. A useful little day frock is of old parchment-colored woolen rep trim- med with braid, very wide silk braid to match, worked over again in places with very narrow braid in black, and the buttons are wooden, matching the parchment hue, while there is an odd little waistcoat, of which little is seen, in black and white checked velvet. WRAPPED IN PINK PAPER (Copyright, 1911, by Associated Literary Press.) Helena Brooke flew to the tele- phone. “Yes?” she asked expectantly. “Dear,” said her lover's voice, “I'm sorry that I cannot come tonight. May I come tomorrow evening in- stead?” “Why not this evening?” pouted Helena. “Oh, because!” he cried gayly. “T'll tell you another time. It's a secret Just now.” “Jack! Very well—Come tomor- row evening if you have nothing bet- i ter to do,” and decidedly out of tem- per Helena hung up the receiver, cut- ting off Jack Henshaw's words with clicking abruptness. Up in her own pretty room Helena locked the door and sank into a big chair beside the window. It was bad enough that Jack should have set aside her special invitation for that evening—it was her birthday and he did not know it. Her mother had | asked Bridget to make a birthday | cake, and it was to. be brought in dur- ing the evening decorated with spun sugar and candles. ° Helena’s married sister, Dorcas | Wade, and Frank Wade, her husband, | were coming over and Frank had promised to bring his ‘cello. Jack Henshaw’s violin occupled a per- manent place now on Helena’s piano and she had planned an impromptu concert. This was all to be a sur- prise to Jack. Now Jack had spoiled it all by begging off from the invitation. Helena felt positive that he was go- ing off somewhere with that horrid Ned Speedle, who had & little place down on Long Island where he main- tained kennels of which he might well be proud, for they bore a na- tional reputation. Ned Speedle also owned a low, viclous-looking gray racing automobile in which he was won't to tear around the countryside. Helena Brooke was positive that Jack was going off on some mad ride with Ned Speedle. Why he should do this she could not understand, be- cause Speedle was not at all to Jack's taste; but he had spoken of the wild motorist several times lately and had expressed a desire to visit the Kken- nels at Dogwood. The birthday evening was not en- tirely a successful occasion, although Helena herself was bright and gay. Dorcas and Frank came and played and sang, but Helena sat mutely thoughtful while the music drifted through the rooms. Bridget's entrance with the cake was a welcome intrusion, and after they had eaten of the cake, the Wades went home, and Helena was free to seek her chamber and weep into her pillow. It not so much his not being there, she told herself, it was the fact he had deliberately put another pleasure before the delight of being with her. The next day she nourished a bitter resentment toward Jack Henshaw until she believed that his indiffer- ences had killed her love. Late in the afternoon she rum- ‘maged through her writing desk and gathered all of Jack Henshaw's pre- clous letters into a pocket. One let- ter she kept out—that, in spite of her ealous anger, she decided to keep; she could burn it after one more perusal. Its tender words would then reveal anew to her the perfidy of man—and emphasize the fortunate escape she had had from a man who preferred the dublous company of |Ned Speedle to that of the girl he was engaged to! So Helena tled the letters in a fresh sheet of pink tissue paper, tied the square package with a bit of |Mnk ribbon, and tucked the letters away in a drawer in her desk ready to give to Jack Henshaw when he should come that night. She had al- Irudy written a briet note to him on the fid ‘Was polsed s ~doVe with outstretched wings. “You asked me to bring your letters with me,” he sald, quietly placing the vase in her hand. “They are in that suddely dissolved in a great terror of losing him forever. She lifted the 1id of the vase and saw within a pile of grayish-black ashes. “I do mot un- derstand,” she repeated. Jack Henshaw turned his eyes away from the delicate beauty of her face. “Your letters to me since we have been engaged—in fact every word you have written to me—were too prec- fous to leave carelessly around, but I wanted to keep them in some form and 80 I burned them. The ashes of your. letters to me are in that little vase. They are as dead as the ashes of your love seem to be.” Before Helena could utter a word Nora returned with the package, somewhat breathless, but her honest face wearing a trilumphant expres- sion. In her hand she held a square | package wrapped in pink tissue paper. “Give the package to Mr. Henshaw,” said Helena. And as Jack took it he weighed it in his hand with a smile. “Rather light reading,” he com- mented wryly. “I suppose you have !no objection to my putting them on the fire now?” Helena nodded assent and he tore off the pink paper, disclosing a whit® pasteboard box. In a trice the lid was oft and there, rippling over his fingers was an alluring mass of au- burn puffs and curls that exactly matched Helena's lovely hair. For an instant they both rted horrified at the frivolous curls that had adorned Helena’s head the winter before. “Nora has brought the wrong pack- age—I forgot this one was wrapped in pink paper also,” faltered Helena, and then her violet eyes met Jack's doubting brown ¢nes and saw a gleam of mirth in them. “It's the funniest thing that ever happened,” laughed Helena. “How about the original pink ‘pack- age—that is yet unharmed?’ asked Jack practically. “I shall keep that after all,” said Helena, “because—oh, Jack, I am so wicked and jealous and everything; just to punish me you must never tell me about where you went and what you did last evening.” She was safe in the shelter of his arms now. “Ill have to tell you— can’t get out of it. I thought today was your birthday, never mind how 1 figured it out—and so last night I went down to Dogwood kennels with Ned Speedle to bring home to you that prizewinning French bulldog who hasn't a curly hair on his body, but whose name is—" for effect. “Not Curly? lightedly. “That same—but he's not wrapped in pink paper,” grinned Jack as he opened the door to admit Helena's delayed birthday present. SETTING THE COUNTRY’S TIME But, After All, What's the Use?—It Doesn’t Really Exist in S8cheme of Nature. He paused cried Helens, de- Twenty-five years ago western rail- road centers often had as many as seven standards of time, besides the local mean solar time. Now, every day, just before noon, the tick of the clock at the United States naval ob- | servatory at Washington comes over every Western Union wire throughout the land—click! click—till at ten sec- onds before meridian there falls a hush which is broken by the tick that marks noon—not noon for all the land at once, but noon in a strip fifteen de- grees wide. central time, it is eleven‘o'clock, and so on till at San Francisco, Pacific time, it 1s nine o’clock, while in New York the clock hands close together at the zenith of the dial. It we could flash around the watery globe to that imaginary line where the day takes up its course we should reach the place in the Pacific where Sunday’s midnight leaves off and Tues- day's morn begins. A paradox? Ver- In the mext strip west, ' (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- per_Syndicat te.) “Golng to be married?” echoed Barry Miles. Ned King nodded triumphantly. “Sure as fate,” he smiled. “I'll ho}d you to your old promise, Barry; you'll be my best man?” Barry thrust out a friendly hand. “Of course, you can count on me, old man? . Congratulations—and who is the girl?” Ned reddened, but his eyes were bold. “Della Adams,” he said carelessly. Barry whitened and all the ugl{t dled out of his face. “Della Adams?” he repeated in a curious tone. “You are to be congratulated indeed, Ned!” “Thanks Barry. Remember, it's to‘ be a very quiet affair—perhaps a doz- en guests. Next Wednesday evening at seven—and you're to be best man!” Barry did not wince now. “I shall not forget,” he said gravely as he turned away. Was Ned King his friend? Barry asked himself this question over and over as he made his,way toward the village hotel. Surely Ned had known that Barry Miles, the young salesman for a whole- sale grocery firm in a neighboring city, was in love with Della Adams, and Della could have told Ned, it she cared to listen to something especially interesting when Barry paid his next visit to Grasston. Meanwhile, Ned King had hurried toward the Adams house and told Della of the best man arrangement. “Ned! You asked him, Barry, to be your best man?” she faltered. “Why not? He was willing. Said 1 was a lucky chap to get you—and I guess I am,” confidently. Della smiled strangely. “I'm going to send you home now, Ned. If we are to be married next Wednesday I bave a thousand things to do.” Della watched him striding down the village street, his stocky figure covering the distance in absurdly long steps. Why, she asked herself, had she engaged herself to Ned King when she loved another man? Because the death of her uncle had left her singularly alone in the world and she had learned that Barry Miles was engaged to a Drayton girl. Della put on her jersey and went out into October sunset. The way to the river led along a narrow path ankle deep in autumn leaves. She sat down beneath a bending willow. Two men were sitting on a great flat stone. One of them was young, and the dark head was buried in his hands. He_was listening to_the words.of the SteTh-Heed- rector-or the™ ¢hurch. “I'm sorry, Barry,” Mr. Fraser was saying in his deep voice. “I've known Della all her life, and if she said she would wait for you—that she would listen to your story—there must be some mistake—some misunderstand- ing. Have you an enemy?” “Not that I am aware of” said Barry drearily. “Perhaps she didn’t care for me. I hope you'll forgive my whining about it, but I wanted to talk to some one, and what you've said to me has done a lot of good.” The two men shook hands. Barry laughed uncertainly. “I was 8o sure,” he said, “that I even brought the marriage license down with me. | It was sort of a comfort to have it, you know. The firm has given me a raise in salary and extended my territory to the northwest. And I thought 1 could persuade her to marry me at once.” He took a folded paper out of his | pocket and tore it across. But before i he could complete its destruction | Della’s slender form stood before him and her hands grasped the marriage license. “Della!” he gasped, falling back a step. The girl turned a blushing face to the minister. “Mr. Fraser,” she pleaded, “please 1 In Large and Small Tracts SUITABLE FOR Fruit, Truck and Improved g 1 and ‘ Unimprov & | ® 4 | % 3 Samples {% 23000 ACRES—In Polk County at $6.00 per acre. | worth more than half the price. | 40 ACRE FARM—35 in bearing Orange Grove, 8.yq house, packing house and barn, large lake front, Irrigation plant, good heavy soil and good road, § | miles fromn Lakeland. 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A good combination farm, Price 75000, Cash $1,250.00, Balance deferred at 8 per co interest. CORNER LOT—Three blocks south of city hall. East South exposure. Some fruit trees; new sidewalk Price $2200.00. Both close i For Further Information See J. Nielsen-Lange Lakeland, Florida Phone 354 Green. Office Evening Telegram Bl The Cost of Living Is Gres Unless YouKnow Where'To By IF YOU KNOW The,Selection will be the best The variety 'unmatched The quality unsurpassed 1ly, and more than a paradox. Nature | The Price the l..owes' here traps us in the lle we told her' | that we might win her treasures from telling him to bring her letters with him when he came. Jack Henshaw obeyed her behest tell him it is all a mistake—" Ten minutes later Ned King came HAT particular kind of fur-cloth (or “fabric-fur,” as some people prefer to call it), known as “Pomoire,” is shown here made up into a costume for the winter promenade. With high collar and cuffs of fitch fur and smart fasten- ing of cord and buttons, it reflects something of the military modes. But the jacket, or short coat, is strikingly original, topping off the straight scant underskirt and long full tunic with which all the world of fashion is more than familiar. The coat merits study, as it is un- like any other without departing from the lines that are decreed as correct for this season. It is double-breasted, short in front and sloping downward toward the sides. At the back it is lengthened into a square tab which extends somewhat below the middle of the entire length of the figure. The sleeves are straight and loose ard a diminutive eape extends over them and across the back. It terwinates at <ach side of the front in the jacket. Following the line of the cape a flat, turn-over collar lies below the stand- ing collar of fur. By this arrangement the fur collarette may be made sepa- rately and not always worn. There is a slight blousing of the front of the Jacket at the waist line and the merest hint of a slope inward at the sides. One could not ask a better or more graceful management of the fashion- able silhouette. But the fabric-furs really look best when used with smooth-faced cloths in making up a costume. With skirt or tunic bordered with Pomoire, and a short coat of it a fine combination, durable and hand- some, results. One of the smartest of cloth gowns shows a plain skirt with long narrow triangles of the fabric-fur let in, one at each side of the front, one at each side of the back and one at the center back. The short coat of cloth is lengthened by a skirt sewed to it and cut to ripple about the bottom. It ex- tends to the knees, but not across the front of the figure, as it hangs from the sides and back of the short jacket. There s a band of Pomoire, which forms a border cbout the skirt of the coat. Cufls and long revers are also made of it. For wear in mild climates the cos- tume trimmed with fur-cloth or using fur-cloth with plain cloth in its com- position, is the most pleasing of the season's new productions. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. to come at elght o'clock, and his trank, | handsome face was puzzled when his met the coolness in hers. ‘What is the matter, Nell?” asked bluntly. Helena tried to be calm, but her ! voice shook when she spoke. “I asked you to come last night—you preferred to enjoy the company of—" “How did you know that?” de- manded Jack. “I" knew,” returned Helena with more assurance. “I wanted you to come last night because it birthday and I wanted you—' was obliged to stop or betray her weakness. “Your birthday was he stammered. “Why—I was today—and I—" Helena was not listening to him. She was bracing herself to meet a tragic moment. “Jack—Mr. Hen- shaw—I am sure we have made a great mistake. I know I have, and 1 am sure that I shall never be hnppy| with you—I—I—am sorry, b\n—"l he yesterday?” thought it Helena's voice faltered and was still. A great silence fell upon the mom.( Helena stared at the mass of glow- ing coals in the grate. Jack Hen- shaw stared blankly into space. “Very well, Helena,” Jack said quietly, almost curtly. “It is my pleasure to make you happy; if I can best do it by giving you back your freedom I will do it—at whatever cost to myself.” Without a word Helena drew his ring from ber finger and laid it in the palm he outstretched to recelve | it at her gesture. Then, her eyes still | seeking the fire, she spoke again. “l have some letters 1 wish to re- turn to you.” She rang the bell mli when a servant appeared she sald: | “Nora, bring me a package wrapped in pink paper from my desk; you will find it in the second left hand drawer.” The maid departed and Jack drew from his cost pocket a small box of white ivory. From the box he took her. She knows it is a lle, and proves it to us that there is no such thing as time. It's but a word; it has no real entity, no existence save in the thought of man.—Munsey's. Extraordin Bird, The capture of a specimen of the “takahe,” or flightless rall, of New Zealand, has ever been accounted an event in ornithology. So far as s known, only four specimens of this bird has been obtained. The takahe (Notornis hocnstetteri) is about equal in size to a goose, but its wings are very small, and, unlike all of his relatives in other lands, it cannot fly. Its breast is of a rich blue color, and its powerful beak is described as a large equilateral tri- angle of hard pink horn, apparently an | excellent weapon. The first specimen of this bird was caught in 1849, the second in 1851, the third in 1879 and the fourth in 1900. Cholera has usually found a use- tul ally in superstition. In the old days the disease was believed to lie bottled up in volcanoes and to be released by eruptions. The most effectual way to avold it was to sleep in bed with your head due south. In Russia during the terrible epidemics six years ago the peasants would not trust the doctors, whom they actually accused of caus- ing the disease, but drank a fearful mixture of tar, resin and petroleum as preventives, and fired guns from the doors and windows to scare the chol- { era away. What spreads the disease along the caravan routes of Asia i1s the habit of washing dirty clothes in whistling down the path in search of his flancee. By the river's britk, un- der the bending willows, he found her, standing with her hand in Barry's, while Mr. Fraser pronounced a bless- ing on their marriage. For a moment Ned watched them. Then silently, with ghastly face, he turned and disappeared. 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