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The Liqht of IDestem Stars -V "" ^ A EAST MEETS WEST SYNOPSIS.-Arriving at the Iohp |v little railroad station at El <'a jon, New Mexico. Madeline Ham mond. New York society girl. 11 ds no one to meet her. While m the waiting room, a drunken . cowboy enters, asks if she Is married. %nd departs, leaving her terrilled. He returns with a priest, who goes through some sort of ceremony, and the cowboy forces her to say •si." Asking tier nume and learn er her Identity the cowboy seems lazed In a shoot ng scrape out s do the room a Mexican Is killed Tie cowboy lets a girl. Bonita take his horse and escape, then ,mducts Madeline to Florence Kingsley, friend of her brother h-rev-ce welcomes her, learns her . , C< w in.? Next day Alfred Hammond. Madeline’s brother, takes Stewart to task. Madeline exonerates him any wrong In tent. ' ‘ wealthy family, had ben d'snrssed from 1:1s home n isc of I .> dissipation Ms ne sees 1 ■ ■' ,’-1' red. on.ed Ill'll. Sh. meets Stillwell. Vi’s employe! '■ ,v Mi wart beat up tbe sheriff to save tier from arrest and tl:-n lit out • of Stlllwc IPs towboys. has H-Ap peared. with pome ot m v9 I W .ft: tile girl : Mad-. • • gets I . ■ ran. h. Stew f. sends Mad- nc his ’ nrse Maj. s' • She bays ■■ - f Still well and ’ ll r Majesty’s Bin ho” be cii'.-s fan ■ ••.< She tlnds hi-r life rk nder rite Light if V\ stt rn Stars.” Learning Stewart had b« • n h :rt in a brawl at Chlrit aha i. - ■ . :,.S; f cowboys Jim Nels. St ele it d ’’Monty” Prlc< ue ■ • - r I d e rs r h tv e Do Ca s ■ • real guert as M iine makes Stewart promise that peace la I i ll Mad-line and Florence, returnir.5 ' ome from Alfred's ranch, rim into i i.l ■ oys them away, and Madeline m's home safely. A rai.l.ng guer r ila band carries off Madeline Stewart follows ah.::" He releases •ne giri. arranging : r ransom. Re • irnin« home with Siewart. Mad— ne finds herself strangely stirred CHAPTER XI—Continued. —9— “I've done the service. Only don’t mention pay to me. But there’s one thing I’d like you t > know, and I And it hard to say. It’s prompted, maybe, by what I know you think of me and . what I imagine your .family and friends would think if they knew. It’s ; not prompted by pride or conceit. And it’s t!•.i-•: Sueh a woman as you should never have come to this Godforsaken country unless .-lie meant to forget herself. But as you did come, and as you were dragged away by those dev 11s. I want yf>u to know that all your wealth and position and influence—all that power behind you—would never have saved you from hell tonight. Only such a man as Neis «»r Nick Steele or 1 could have done that.” Madeline Hammond felt the great leveling force of the truth. Whatever the difference between her and Stew art. or whatever the imagined differ ence set up by false standards of class and culture, the truth was that here on this wild mountain-side she was only a woman and he was simply n man. It was a man that she needed, and If her choice could have been con sidered In this extremity it would have fallen upon him who had just i faced her In quiet, bitter speech. Here j was food for thought. “I reckon we’d better start now," he said, and drew the horse to u large rock. "Come.” Madeline’s will greatly exceeded her strength. For the first time .sin? ac knowledged to herself that she had been hurt. Still, she did not feel much pain except when she moved her shoul der. Once in the saddle, where Stew- 1 art lifted her, she drooped weakly. The way was rough; every step the horse took hurt her; and the slope of the ground threw her forward on the pommel. “Here Is the trail," said Stewart, at length. Not far from that point Madeline swayed, and but for Stewart’s support would have fallen from the saddle. She heard him swear under his breath. “Here, this won’t do,” lie said. “Throw your leg over the pommel. The other one—there.” Then, mounting, he slipped behind her and lifted and turned her, and then held her with his left arm so that she lay across the saddle and his knees, her head against his shoulder. As the horse started inti) a rapid walk Madeline gradually lost nil pain and discomfort when she relaxed her muscles. Presently she let herself g. and lay inert, greatly to her relief. For a little while she seemed to he half drunk with the gentle swaying of a hammock. Her mind became at once dreamy and active, as if it thought fully recorded the slow’, soft impres sions pouring In from all her senses. She could not believe the evidence of the day’s happenings. Would any of her people, her friends, ever believe It? Could she tell it? She remem bered the ghoulish visages of those starved rebels, and marveled at her blessed fortune in escaping them. Stewart’s arrival In the glade, the courage with which he had faced the outlawed men. grew as real to her now as the Iron arm that clasped her. Had It been an Instinct which had impor tuned her to save this man when he lay III and hopeless In the shack at Chirtcahua? In helping him had she hedged round her forces that had Just operated to save her life, or If not that, more than life was to her? She believed so. A heavy languor, like a blanket, be gan to steal upon her. She wavered and drifted. With the last half-con scious sense of o muffled throb at her ear, a something Intangibly sweet, deep-toned, and strange, like a distant calling bell, she fell asleep with her bead oo Stewart’s breast. CHAPTER XII Friends From the East Three days after her return to tho roach Madeline coaid not discover any A Romance By Zane Qreq Copyright by Harper and Brothers ! physical discomfort as a teminder ot tier adventurous experiences. If it had not tv .mi for the quid and persistent 1 guardianship of her cowboys site mlghi almost have forgotten Don Curios i ml the raiders. Madeline was assured of Tiie splendid physical lit ness to which tlds ranch life hud developed her, and that she was assimilating something of tiie Western disregard uf danger A Imrd ride, un accident, u day in the sun and dust, an adventure with out laws—these might once have been matters of large import, but now for .Madeline they were lu order with -ill tiie rest of her changed life. There was never a day that some thing interesting was not brought t<> her notice. Sill well, who had cease lessly reproached himself for riding away the morning Madeline was cap tured, grew more like an anxious par- j cut than a faithful superintendent, lie ! was never at case regarding her unless lie was near tiie ranch or had left Stewart there, or else N'els ami Nick Steele. Naturally, he trusted more i<> Stewart than to any one else. "Miss Majesty, It's sure amazin' strange about Gene," said tiie old cat tleman, as he trumped into Madeline’s office. m "What's the matter now?" site In quired. “Will. (lone lias rustled"ofT into the mountains again. lie's sneaked off. an' Nols, who was down to the lower trail, saw him meet somebody that looked like Padre Mareos. Wal. I went town to tiie church, and, sure euoug1. Padre Marcos is gone. What do y« . think of tliat. Miss Majesty?" "Maybe Stewart is getting religious." laughed Madeline. "Let him take hi* mysterious trips Into the mountains. Here, Stillwell, t have news for you that may give you reason for worry. I have letters from home. And my sis ter. with a party of friends, Is coming out to visit me. They are society folk, and one of them is an English lord. Let me read you a few extracts from my mall.” Madeline took up her sister’s letter i with n strange sensation of how eas- | fly sight of a crested monogram and scent of delicately perfumed paper • ■oiild recall the brilliant life she had j given up. She scanned the pages of beautiful handwriting. Helen seldom wrote letters, and she never read any- | thing, not even popular novels of the day. She was as absolutely Ignorant of the West ns the Englishman, who. she said, expected to hunt buffalo and tight Indians. Moreover, there was a satire note in the letter that Made line did not like, and which roused her spirit. When she finished reading aloud a few paragraphs the old cattleman snorted and his face grew redder. "Did your sister write that?” he asked. "IVes she think we’re a lot of wild men from Borneo?” "Evidently she does. 1 rntlier think she is in for a surprise. Now, Still well, you are clever and you can see tiie situation. I want my guests to en joy their stay here, but I do not want that to be at the expense of tiie feel ings of all of us, or even any one. Helen will bring a lively crowd. They’ll crave Excitement—the unusual. 1 Let us see that they are not disap pointed. You take the boys into your confidence. Tell them what to expect, and tell them how to meet It. I shall help you in that. 1 want tiie hoys to j ; be on dress-parade when they are off ; duty. 1 want them to be oa their j most elegant behavior. I do not caje what they do, what measures they ' take to protect themselves, what tricks ! they contrive, so long ns they do not overstep the limit of kindness and For a Little While She Seemed to Be Half Drunk With the Gentle Sway- ! ing of a Hammock. courtesy. I want them to play their I parts seriously, naturally, ns If they ! hud lived no other way. My guests 1 expect to have fun. Let us meet them with fun. Now what do you say?” Stillwell rose, his grent bulk tower ing. his lujge face beaming. "Wnl, I say It's the most amazin’ fine idee I ever heerd In my life." “Indeed, I am glad you like It,” went on Madeline. “Come to me agnln, Stillwell, after you have spoken to the boys. But, now that 1 have sug gested It, I am a little afraid. You know what cowboy fun la. Perhaps—” “Don’t you go bHck on that Idee,” interrupted Stillwell. He was assur ing and bland, but his hurry to con vince Madeline betrayed him. “Lenvo the boys to me. Why, don’t they all swear by yon, same as the Mexicans do to the Virgin? They won’t disgrace you. Miss Majesty. They’ll be simply Immense. It'll beat any show yon ever ( “I believe It will,” replied Madeline, j 1 "Very well, we will consider It settled. My guests will arrive on May ninth. Meanwhile let us get Her Majesty’s Itancho in shape for this Invasion." On the afternoon of the ninth of May. perhaps half an hour after Made line had received n telephone message trom Link Stevens announcing the ar rivul of her gue$js at El Cajon, Flor ence called her out upon the porch. Stillwell was there with his face wrin kled by his wonderful smile and Ills eagle eyes riveted upon the distant 'alley. Far away, perhaps twenty miles, a thin streak of white dust rose from the valley door and slauted sky ward. ’’Look !’’ said Florence, excltedTy. "What is that?" asked Madeline. “Link Stevens and the automobile!" "Oh no! Why, It's only u few min utes since lie telephoned saying the Party had just arrived." "Take a look with the glasses," said Florence. One glance through the powerful binoculars convinced Madeline that Florence was right. And another glance at Stillwell told her that he wn> speechless with delight. "Wal. ns Nels SJ,.vs, I wouldn’t be in that there ot • tomobile right now for a million pesos," lie remarked. "Why? is Stevens driving fast?" “Good Lord! Fast? Miss Majesty, there hnin’t ever been anythin' excep’ a streak of lightnln' run so fast in thi country. I recUbn I'd like to be hynr wl.cn Link drives up, but 1 want to be with the boys down by the bunks. It'll be some fun to see Nels an* Monty when Link conies Ilyin’ along." "I w ish Al had stayed to meet them," said Madeline. Hrr brother had rather hurried a shipment of cattle to California; and it was Madeline's supposition that he had welcomed the opportunity to nb sent himself from the ranch. "I am sorry he wouldn't stay,” re plied Florence. "Hut Al's all business now. And he's doing finely. It’s just as well, perhaps." "Surely. That was my pride speak ing- I would like to have all my fam ily and all my old friends see what a man Al has become. Well, Link Stev ens is running like the wind. The car will be here before we know it. Flor enre, we’ve only a few moments t«> dress. Hut first I want to order many and various and exceedingly cold re freshments for that approaching party." Less than a half-hour Inter Madeline went again to the porch and found Florence there. “Oh. you look Just lovely!" ex claimed .Florence, Impulsively, ns she gazed wide-eyed up at Madeline. "And somehow so different!” Madeline smiled a little sadly. Per haps when she had put on that ex quisite white gown something had come to her of the manner which be fitted the wearing of it. She could not resist the desire to look fair once more in the eyes of these hypercritical friends. The sad smile had been for the days that were gone. For she knew that what society had once been pleased to call her beauty had trebled since It had last been seen In a draw ing-room. Madeline wore no Jewels, but at her waist she had pinned two great crimson roses. Against the dead white the* had the life and file and redness of the desert. "Link's hit the old round-up trail," said Florence, “and oh. Isn’t he riding that cur!” With Florence, as with most of the cowboys, the car was never driven, but ridden. A white spot with a long trail of dust showed low down In the valley. It was now headed almost straight for the ranch. Madeline watched It grow ing larger moment by moment, and her pleasurable emotion grew accord ingly. Then the rapid bent of a horse's hoofs caused her to turn. Stewart was riding In on his black horse. He had been absent on an im portant mission, and his duty had taken %»lm to the International bound ary line. His presence home long be fore he was expected was particularly gratifying to Madeline, for it meant that his mission had been brought to a successful Issue. Once more, for the hundredth time, the man's reliability struck Madeline. He was a doer of things. Madeline advanced to the porch steps. And Stewart, after taking a parcel of papers from a saddle-bag. turned toward her. "Stewart, you nre the best of couriers," she said. ^‘1 nrn pleased." Dust streamed from his sombrero as lie doffed It. His dark face seemed to rise as he straightened weary shoul ders. “Here are the reports, Miss .Ham mond,’’ he replied. As he looked up to see her standing there, dressed to receive her eastern guests, he checked his advance with a violent action which recalled to Madeline the one he had made on the night she had met him, when she dis closed her Identity. A man struck by a bullet might have had an iustantjerk of muscular control such as convulsed Stewart. In that Instant, as her keen gaze searched his dust-caked face, she met the full, free look of his eyes. Her own did not fall, though she felt a warmth steul to her cheeks. Madeline very seldom blushed. And now, con scious of her sudden color, a genuine blush flamed on her face. It was lrrl And Now, Conscious of Her Cjdden Color, a Genuine Blush Flamed on Her Face. tntlng because It was incomprehensi ble. She received the papers from Stewart and thanked him. He bowed, then led the black down the path to ward the corrals. Madeline watched the weary horse and rider limp dowu the path. What had made her thoughtful? Mostly it was something new or sudden or inexplic able that stirred her mind to quick analysis. In this instance the tiling that had struck Madeline was Stew art's glance. He had looked at her, and the old burning, Inscrutable fire, the darkness, had left his eyes. Sud denly they had been beautiful. The look had not been one of surprise or admiration; nor had it been one of love. She was familiar, too familiar with all three. It had not been a gaze of passion, for there was nothing beautiful In that. Madeline pondered. And presently she realized that Stew art's eyes had expressed a strange joy of pride. That expression Mndeltne had never befpre encountered in the look of any man. Probably Its strange ness had made her notice It and ac counted for her blushing. The longer she lived among these outdoor men the more they surprised her. Particu larly, how Incomprehensible was this cowboy Stewart! Why should he have pride or Joy at sight of her? The approaching automobile was on the slope now, spine miles down the long gradual slant. Its velocity was astounding. Long, gray veils, like pen nants.^ streamed in the wind. A low rushing sound became perceptible, and It grew louder, became a roar. The car shot like an arrow past the alfulfa field, by the bunk-houses, where the cowboys waved and cheered. The horses and burros in the corrals began to snort and tramp and race in fright. At the base of the long slope of the foothill Link cut the speed more than half. Yet the car roared up, roiling the dust, flying capes and veils and ul sters, and crashed and cracked to a halt in the yard before the porch. Madeline descried o gray, disheveled mass of humanity packed inside the cur. Besides the driver there were seven occupants, and for a moment they appeared to be coming to life, moving and exclaiming under the veils and wraps ami dust-shields; Link Stevens stepped out and, re moving helmet and goggles, coolly looked at his watch. <. “An hour nn* a quarter, Miss Ham mond.'' he said. "It's sixty-three miles A LAND OF BEAUTY AND RICHES Arctic Alaska Well Worth a Visit by the Tourist Tired of Ordi nary Travel. Great, windswept tnndnis. Far away in hntely grandeur, sharp peaks of snow-crowned mountains. Silent lakes among the hills. Ptarmigan flying like snow, drifting clouds. Foi und hare with soundless steps among the bushes Iteindeer browsing on silver-gray moss. Fish darting like shudows In the streams. Squat figures of solitary Eskimos against .the sky line. The throb of surf upon a desolate beach. Flowers like Jewels anion; the grasses. Soft, green mosses starred with tiniest blossoms Glowing red vines clinging closely to Molher Earth. Blue berries hanging fairy bells oa low bushes Wild cranberries aratter log red beauty for bird and beast Tawny grasaea and whispering wil lows waving In the wind. A tapestry of rich color In wild solitudes A flaunting of delicate perfume on soundles air. Gleam of gold, loft tint of copper, sparkle of silver, doll thread of lead, glint of tin, glow of. garnet—the bosom of Mother Earth bursting with riches Lovely, remote, unknown, an sm-, plre. superb In tundra and towering mountain* tonic In purity of crystal clear ulr, royal In wealth of exhaust less possessions.—Christian Science Monitor. A Boy’s Ambition. David with a number of other boys attended a father and son banquet. To start off the program some one suggested that each boy be asked- to give his name and age and what he most desired to be when he grew up. It happened that David's father owned a department store In the town and was known among other things for his ability to take a Joke. David, therefore, was instructed what to say when It came his time to tell what he wished to be when he became older. The boys were called on, and the men were enjoying listening to the youngsters. When It came David's turn, he told his name and age. who his father was. and said ne guessed he'd like to be s gambler. In the Lowest cfiptha. A benedict never realizes bow com plete Is hfs fall until he la seat to match a piece of silk.—San Francisco Chronicle. I by the valley road, an’ >ou Know there’s u couple of bad hills. I reckon we made fair time, considerin' you wanted me to drive slow au’ safe.” From the mass of dusty-veiled hu manity In the car came low exclama tions and plaintive feminine walls. Madeline stepped to the front of the porch. Then the deep voices of men and softer voices of women united In one glad outburst, as much a thanks giving as a greeting. “Mujesty!” • •••••• Helen Hammond was three years younger than Madeline, and a sjender. pretty girl. Having recovered her breath soon after Madeline took her to her room, she begun to talk. “Majesty, old girl, I’m here; but you can bet I would never have gotten here If I had known about that ride from the railroad. You never wrote that you had a car. I thought this was out West—stage-coach, and all thut sort of thing. Such a tremendous car! And the road! Wliat kind of a chauffeur is he?’’ “He's n cowboy. He was crippled by fnlllng under his horse, so 1 had him instructed to run the cur. He can drive, don’t you think?" “Drive? Good gracious! He scared us to death, except Castleton. Nothing could scare that cold-blooded little Englishman. 1 am dizzy yet. Do you know. Majesty, I was delighted when 1 saw the car. Then your cowboy driver met us at the platform. What a queer-looking Individual! lie lmd a big pistol strapped to those leather trousers. That made me nervous. When he piled us all in with our grips, he put me in the seat beside him, whether I liked It or not. 1 was fool enough to tell him I loved to travel fast. What do you think he said? Well, he eyed me in a rather cool ami speculative way and said, with n smile, 'Miss, I reckon anything you love an’ want bad will be coming to you out here!’ I didn't know whether it was delightful candor or iiupudence. Then he said to all of us: ‘Shore you had better wrap up in the veils an’ dusters. It’s a long, slow, hot, dusty ride to the ranch, an’ Miss Hammond’s order was to drive safe.’ He got our baggage checks and gave them to a man with a huge wagon and a four-horse team. Then he cranked tlie car, Jumped In, wrapped- his arms round the wheel, and sank down low in his sent. There was a crack, a jerk, a kind of flash around us, and that dirty little town was somewhere on the map behind. For about five minutes 1 had n lovely time. Then the wind began to tear me to pieces. I couldn’t hear any thing but the rush of wind and roar of the car. I could see only straight ahead. What n road! I never saw a road in my life till today. Miles and miles and miles ahead, with not even a post or tree. That big car seemed to leap nt the miles. It hummed and sang. I was fascinated, then terrified. We went so fast I couldn't catch my breath. The wind went through me, and I expected to be disrobed by It any minute. I was afraid I couldn't hold any clothes on. Presently all l could see was a flashing gray wall with a white line in the middle. Then my eyes blurred. My face burned. My ears grew full of a hundred thousand howling devils. I was about ready to die when the car stopped. I looked and looked, and when I could see, there you stood 1" “Helen, I thought you were fond of speeding," said Madeline, with a laugh. “I was. But I assure you I never before was in a fast car; 1 never met a driver.” “Perhaps I may have a few sur prises for you out here in the wild and woolly West." Helen's dark eyes showed a sister's memory of possibilities. “You’ve started well," she said. “I 1 am simply stunned. I expected to find you old and dowdy. Majesty, you’re the handsomest thing 1 ever laid eyes on. You’re so splendid and strong, ! and your skin Is like white gold. What’s happened to you? What’s changed you? This beautiful room, ' those glorious roses out there, the cool, dark sweetness of this wonderful j house! I know you. Majesty, and, though you never wrote It, I believe you have made a home out here. That’s the most stunning surprise of all. Come, confess. I know I’ve al ways been selfish and not much of a sister; but If you are happy out hen? ; I am glad. You were not happy at 1 home. Tell me about yourself and , about Alfred. Then I shall give you all the messages and news from the East." It afforded Madeline exceeding pleas- ! ure to have from one and all of her guests varied encomiums of her beau- : tlful home, and a real and warm Inter i est In what promised to be a delight ful and memoruble visit. Of them all Castleton was the only one who failed to show surprise. He greeted her precisely as he had when he had last seen her In London. Made line, rather to her astonishment, found meeting him ngnln pleasurable: She discovered she liked this Imperturbable. Englishman. Manifestly her capacity for liking any one had Immeasurably enlarged. Quite unexpectedly her old girlish love for her younger sister sprang ln:o life, and with It Interest In these half-forgotten friends, and a warm regard for Edith Wayne, a churn of college days. “There's a gang of bandits riding on the ranch 1" _ (TO BE CONTINUED.) Being Literal. The child was Inspecting the guest with that franknesa that characterizes children of four. The guest—a good sport—who un derstood children, was submitting gamely to the Inspection. “My papa said Bumpin' about you, mister." “Indeed? I hope It was something nice." “Be said, my papa did. that you had surapln’ above yonr eves 'sides hair* “Well, that was fine! He meant to any 1 had brains I l thank him for the compliment." “I was just finkin'," went on the child, looking at the man’s slUnlag dome, "!t*s a good flng yon has brains, or they surely wouldn't be no tmfe in , what my papa said."—Yfcrm Ufa. % Wraps of New Fur Fabrics; School Girls’ Day Frocks FABHIC furs paved the way for all those beautiful and luxurious pile fabrics which have entrenched them selves Si* strongly in the present sea son’s styles. Manufacturers of couts may choose materials that nre mar velously like natural skins, or others that make no attempt at Invitation, but nre equally rich and lustrous. The picture presented here tells the story of two handsome coats, one of them j of kerainl cloth, which looks Just J sophisticated spiral flounce and the flare have been so modified that they contribute a smart new style note In frocks and coats for the young. A cuse of clever management of the tiered style In dresses, so that It be comes Ideal for the girl of twelve to sixteen, appears In the Illustration. Two shaped flounces (each one bor dered with three rows of narrow silk braid), are set on the skirt portion of a delightfully girlish dress with • COATS MADE OF FUR FABRICS -P like fur and tlie other of gerona, a fabric that Is as sumptuous and ele gant ns fur. These wraps contrive to follow the simple lines sponsored by the mode, bat there Is nothing simple in their cut. It Is novel and bespeaks a master designer’s hand. This and the choice of finishing touches are the means by which they are promoted out of th<* commonplace and Into the distinctive style merited by the quality of the fabrics and furs that make their The full, straight-hanging coat of black kernmi nt the left of the pic bodice cut in kimono fashion. It has a square neck opening, split down the left side, to allow the dress to slip over the head. Two rows of bruid finish the neck and side opening, which Is closed with snap fasteners and a flat button at the top. This button does Its small but essential part to maintain the tailored charac ter of the frock. A narrow belt of patent leather, with the simplest of buckles at the front, conceals the seam which Joins skirt and bodice. It would * be hard to find a better model for in their early teens. Twills, TIERED DRE88ES FOR 8CHOOL GIRLS ture has very wide sleeves and a col- | lor of silky, fox fur. A girdle o/' braided silk, ending in long tassels, completes It. The cnpelike wrap at the right of black gerona hangs from a narrow yoke at the back and uses dyed skunk fur for the luxurious collar and bandings. Those tiered dresses which have proved so ingratiating lr the modes for grown ups, have appeared In late models of tailored and school frocks for young girls. And even the serge, rep, Jersey doth, wool crepe and goods of similar texture. In dark colors, are chosen for frocks of this kind. Brown Is naturally a favorite, navy blue Is making a steady advance and Is never out of style, and there are others. ^■44/14/ »©• IMS, WMttrt N«wipap*r Union.) Smart Way In Hats. With ribbons by far the most fash ionable trimming on present and pre dicted modes for the fall season, It Is a simple matter to make one hat do the work of several. Nothing so completely alters the appearance of a hat as changing the angle at which Its ribbon bow Is placed. The same bat may be worn one day adorned only by an oddly twisted ribbon around the crown and the foUogrlng day with a large looped bow of ribbon of a different color, tilted at one aide. In I deed, it Is a wise woman who has I learned that the smart way In hats is the way of economy. Snaps sewed to the hat and the bows assure a quick change. Ribbon Hat and Scarf. The possibilities of the new ribbons are endless, and the girl with clever ! fingers will find It an easy matter to make all sorts of novelties. A sports hat and scarf of one of the ribbons with a stripe and fringed edges to eas ily and quickly made.
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