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, j92l-h/Bell Syndicoie.Inc. e two bo}-« stood waiting, baving ' 1 to go with Petty es far a« i gate. “That'a a pretty way k to company 1" Berber! ado hU cousin with heavily marl ed ty. .“Nest time yon do anything 1 that I'll march straight In the r and Inform your mother of the 5. at 111 swung h.r foot and I dreamily nway.- She sang, to It of “Itock of Aces": ary Rooter—Herbert, too—they me sick—that’s what they do!" rever, they were only too well *d with their annihilating re-

,1 oali; strange. Mottle—when he w«a '| horn and twwnght up la a town tht^e i hundred miles from here. I don't Just bow we could hair heard his | name—o-!e«« b* v'sttfd here, or got Into the ^tapers Jn some way." Mrs. Atwater seemed unwilling yield a myst'-rlons point. She rocked decorously It her chair, shook her head, and after setting her Hihi rigidly. opened them to Insist that she cr.nld ' never change her mind: Julia had acted sary abruptly. “Why couldn’t she have 'et her poor father know, a* ’ 1e:i*t a few days before she did 7 Mr. Atwr.ter . I shed. "Why. she explnlna In her letter that she only knew It. herself, an hour before she wrote." “Her poor father!" bla wife repeated comtnlseratingly. “Why. Motile. T don't see thut father's especially to be pitied." “Don’t your’ mid Mrs. Atwater. “Thai old man, to have to live In that big house nil alone, except a few negro servant*T" "Why, no! About half the houses In the neighborhood, op and down the street, are fully occupied by cloae relatives of his; I doubt If bell be really f* lonely as he’d like to be. A..d he’s often said he’d give a great deal If Julia 1 ad been a plain, unpopular girl. Pm strongly of the opinion, myself, that he’ll be pleased about this. Of course It may npaet him a little. Just

h, aay not so! Florence, ray net

Florence, "say not sor

*7 even sent this same odious in back to her from the street,

departed with their lovely

_ .nlun; and. so tenuous Is feminine Ipynltj. sometimes. under these

Mias Fairchild mingled her

Paet. t.'itital'Elng young Soprano with ie«r changing and cackling falsetto. “Say not so. Florence! Oh, say not

>1 Say cot *d!"

PART TWO

Ttsy went satirically down street, their chumminess with one another bountifully Increased by their common derision of the outsider on I re porch; and even at a distance they allil contrived to nuke themselves in tolerable; looking rtek over their ahoulders. et InterMals. with say-not-Ko expressions on their faces. Even when these faces were far enough away to be but yellowish oval planes, their aay-not-so expressions were still bltlng-

ly doauent

Now a northern breeze chilled the air. as the hateful three became Indistinguishable In 'be haze of autumn dusk. Florecye stopped swinging her foot, left the railing, and went morosely Into the house. And here It was

Daddy's Fairy Tale w (3RAHAM BONNES.

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^happily. began. ^ i little T singing it'd when i session I that she j declined | house to | left her ■ I

her fortune to make two discoveries vital to her present career- the first arising out of a conversation between her father and mother In the library, where a gossipy Are of soft coal encouraged this r "oper Sunday afternoon entertainment fur man and wife. “Si! down and rest awhile," said her motht-r. "I’m afraid yrtu play too hard when Patty and the hoys are here. I>o sit down quietly and rest yourself a little while." And as Flor cn<e obeyed. Mrs. Atwater turned to her husband, resuming, “Well that's what I said. I told Aunt Carrie 1 thougpt the same wey about it thet you did. Of course, nobody ever knows what Julia’s going to do next, and nobody tteeds to be surprised at anything she docs do. Ever since she came home from school about four' fifths of all the young men In town have been wild about her—and ao’s every old bachelor, for the matter of that!" “Tea." Mr. Atwater added. “Every old widower, too." Is wife wanuly accepted the amendment. “And every old widower. >." she raid, nodding "Rather t And of cour* Julia's dnae exactly as she pleased about everything, and naturalshe's going to do as she pleases about this." “Well, of course. It Is her own affair. MoHJe." Mr. Atwater said, mildly. “She couldn't be expected to consult the whole Atwater family connection before—” “Ob no," she agreed, "I don’t say she could. Still, It Is rather upsetting. coming so suddenly like this, when not one of the famllv have ever seer, him—never even heard hit vary “Wen. that l>nit <w ft Isn’t aspe-

“Ves; 1 think it win T Mrs. Atwater shook her head forebodingly. “And he Isn't the only one lt*a going

to upset.”

“No. he Isn't," her husband admitted, seriously. “That's always been tbe trouble with Julia ; she never could bear to aeem dl>appointin' ; and so, of course. I rappose every one of 'em bad a special Idea that he was really about the top of the list with her." “Every lac* one of 'em was positive of It." said Mrs. Atwater. “That was Jolla's way with ’em'" “Tea, Julia's always been much too kind-hearted for other people's good!" Thus Mr. Atwater summed up—and he was thl- Julia’s brother. A rid Wotally, since be was the older, be had known her since her birth. -II you ask me." mid his wife. Til really be surprised if it all goes throng., without a suicide’’ “Oh, not quite suicide, perhaps," Mr. Atwater protested. “I’m glad lf« a

dry sta'e. though!"

She failed to fathom bis simple

meaning. “Why?"

“Well, some of ’em might fee', that desperate at least" he explained. “Prohlbitlon'a .a safeguard for the dis-

appointed In love."

This phrase and a previous one stirred Florence, who had been sitting quietly, according to request, and “resting"; but not resting her curiosity. “Who’s disappointed in '•'re, papa?" she Inquired with an explosive eageruea which slightly startled her preoccnpl. d parents. "What Is all this about Ann: Julia, and Grandpa go'n’ to live alone, and people comulttl-g suicide and prohibition and every thing? What Is all this, mam*?'

“Nothing. Florence."

“Nothing! That'* what you always suy about the very most Interesting things that happen la the whole fam-

ily! What Is all this, paper* nothing that would be Inter-

esting to little girls. Florence. Mere-

ly soru. family matters."

’My g- -dnera 1“ Florence exclaimed, j Tm not n ‘Utile girl’ any more, papa! You’re always forgetting my age! And I if It's a fntpily matter I belong to the family, I guess, about is much as anybody else, don’t I? Grandpa hlmoelf Isn’t coy more one of tbe family Ihuu I am. I don’t care how old he la!" This was undeniable, and her father laughed. “It’s really nothing yo-i'd ! care about one way or the other," he

I said.

"Well. I’d care about it If It's a secret." Florence Insisted. “If It’s a secret I'd want to know It whatever It’s

about."

“Oh. it Isn't a secret particulatiy. i suppwe. At least. It'z no. be made public for a time; > a only to be kuown in ue family.” “Well, didn't I Just prove Tm aa much one o’ the family as " “Never mind," her 'ather said soothingly. “I don't suppose there's any barns In your knowlag It—if you won't go telling everybody. Your aunt Juli* hat Just written u« tliat she's en-

gaged.''

Mrs. Atwater uttered an exclatialon. out the was too late to check

him.

“Whafr the matter?" he asked. 'Tm afraid you oughtn't to told Florence. She Isn't Just the

discreet—"

Tshaw!” he laughed. "She certainly Is one of the family, however, and Jul's wrvte that all of the fam'ly might be told. You'll not sjeak of It outside the family, will you. Flor-

ence?'

But Florence was not yet able to apeak of It, even Inside the famil. — so surprising, sometimes, are parents' :booties of what will not interest j quM their children. She sat staring, her > “ •; mouth open, her throat dosed; am! In I that U>e uncertain Illumination of the room j Hctu these symptoms of her emotional coo* | res;; dltioo went unobserved. H

LION'S VOICE. <0 "Tbere sre some creatures." raid K'ng Uon, "»vbo are *hy. and they don't dare hear their urn voices. They speak la low tones and they are afraid to speas out. “Now. I am dlff-rent. I am not In the least afraid of bearing myself sj-eak. There la nothing shy about me. I speak out and say what I liave

to say.

No one can frighten me. If aome I-eople are spoken to In a harsh tone of voice. !t makes them keep still and they feel very nervous. “But that Is where the lion la ao superior. Yea, superior I aay. and It Is what I mean. too. “I couldn't be quieted and frightened by aome one's voice. But I could make others quiet *nd frightet ed by my vole*•Oh yes. that Is the way It Is with King Lion. I am known as the Abya*!nlan Lion, and I am a handsome fellow, Indeed. I have a great long man*, for I am a full-grown lion. "When I was free I used to live Id

fd days.

'Here In the too it la very quiet. Boys and girls come and look a: me. and 1 almost moke them tremble. They think I look ao wild. ‘I don't look anything that I am not. I am wild'. And I am proud of It. I wouldn't be lame for anything. "Little _girls come to tbe zoo and they wear fine hair ribbons of which •-'ey are very proud. That Is aU right

Innumerable pret'y things in d accesKorles and house furnishings are pre.-etited In tbe shops at Christmas time for women. The only difficulty U to make the right choice among them Whoever determines tj settle upon neckwear cannot go wrong; for no woman ever ertea “hold, enough!" In this matter of dainty accessories. A veatee and collar of embroidered vwisa. as pictured here, la a thing of sheer beauty that Is sura to please.

Suited to Everyone

Here are two of many -»,'im»la that art • to arrive <® Christmas morn A black kitty that will stand any amount of ban! usage la very n4r to make, requiring only a pair of silk stocking tops that bar* survived the worn-out feet. Cot off the worn feet and trim out tbe ankles In a curved line to form tbe Cora. Sew a seem along this line, turn right side out and stuff with cotton to fora the body. Wind thr remainder of the tops with small cord to form the tall and tie a gay bow of riblmn at thu end. Two white bone buttons make the e;es and henry silk flora the mouth and whiskers and Miss Kitty is dresst-d up with a bow at tbe neck, Tbe elephant Is made of gray duvetyn. plush or canton fln inel and cut by a paper pattern. HI* -yts are shoe buttons, his tusks white cloth.

Pretty Home Gifts

Would Look Absurd.”

for little giria. But It Is dlfferant wi.h King TJon. Imagine me wear-

ing a hair ribbon!

"1 wouldn't do it because It would be beneath my dignity, and my dig-

nity la very great. 1 would look ab- j fortunate enough to receive It and Is

surd with a hair ribbon on my mane, and ao I wont wear a hair rlobuu. “Then I'd look as though 1 were golug to a party aad lions don't go to parties. They're never Invited. Tl'ey might eat up the guests and at parties that la never done. “Food la eaten at nettles, but the guests r.re not eaten. At least, they're not eaten at the parties. I’ve beard the children speak of, and I think lb. parties adund very dull “I never get Invitation* to parties. I hear tbe children talk of parties right .before my face, but they never ask me. “Now I should think It would be nice If they would send me an Invitation which would lead something like

this:

The children Invite King Lion to a party they're having next Thursday afternoou. from three until six. He may come In his everyday clothes and he may do Just as he pleases. The guests will be quite willing. In fact, tliey will be honored, to be eaten by

King Lion.'

•That would be a nice sort of an icvltaUon, but I never have bad one like It. and 1 don't suppose I ever will. “Children are such curious creatures that they don t know enough to Invite a nice Hon to their party. Why. they should feel flattered If a King Lion* ate them up. They should feel

flattered. Indeed.

“Boys wear suits and girls wear dresses, aud they all look very dressed up. But they cannot look as handhave some as King Lion, no matter what shops they go to to get their clothes. "Ah no, not only am I a wild animal. and I never have t6 fuss about*

my look* either.

T don't have to stand before a mirror to see if my tie Is on straight, or my hair ribbon looks well. I Just naturally am handsome and well-dressed

without any fussing.

“But oh, when 1 hear people speak and their voices are so low and so

QOler.'l ray t

suited to either men or women, will answer many purposes and *equlres only a basket, a length of ailk for the top. silk cord for hangers and small silk roses for trimming, to make It. In larger sizes It makes on

attractive laundry bag. Gift Ribbons

Anyone who knows bow u> ha ml la a paint brush and oil colon or understands the new art of painting with colored sealing wax ran make tbe book for telephone numbers pictured here. It is merely a piece of black oilcloth folded over leaves of whit* paper. Small holes punched through at each end allow a black silk cord, to bind the book and provide for hanging It up at the same time. A powder box and a rouge box shown below It are covered with black lacquer and decorated with coiored sealing wax that simulates ribbon and flower*.

Gay Skipping Ropes

Each year bring* in new sashes, girdles, hair-bows aud n long list of other belongings to replace those that have bad their bright day and pflSs-d with tbe year. Two ribbon girdles, as pictured here, make charming gifts. One of them is made of narrow satin ribbon bordered with a tinsel ribbon and decorated with ribbon flow-era. The other Is a wide rash of two-toned satin ribbon with loops at each side and a knot at the back. A Merry Clown Doll

A skipping rope Is a Joy to tha sturdy little out-door girl, especially when It has Nannet^eand Rlntlntin for handles. They are pointed a deep-* pink with faces, hair, neckties and buttons of black paint. By substituting clothespins for these handles and tacking the rope to them It I* easy to make this treasure of childhood at home.

AHa! Fortuna throws In Miss Atwater’s way a sure instrurncat of m eng*!

King IJon. and show them | e not afraid to speak out. I show them what a voice |

really can be like.’

"And afte- 1 have told myself to

do this. I do It, and my voice

derful voice, it does what 1 expect

r> do.

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iTO BE OONTDt L'ED.) Chanjir3 Fashions in Hat* Hiring the law 800 years there hava j n mere changes In hat fssnlona I n Ir any other part of men's attire. . e

j lugs, in'* head Is made of a pleee of ” n . j white or pink ribbed stocking aud hla j ' r> * j face painted with black and red paint. For the rest of him two colors are j used and hr la stuffed with cotton aud ! ban a white rut!.*- about his neck. :