OAPE MAY COUNTY TIMES. SEA ISLE CITY. N. J.

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By Booth

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FLORENCE'S WEAPON. BTsopala—Pnrad poncnor of a prlntlnc prcu and equipment. Ut* dft of Uncle Joeeph to hie nephew. Herbert XUlnceworth Atwater. Jr., a«ed IM. —»n. the fortunate youth, with hie chum. Henry Knoter. about the same a(e. beitlne the publication of a tuU-lledred newspaper, the North End Dally Oriole. Herbert's small cousin. Florenoe Atwater, belnc barren from any kind of participation in the ente-prlse. on account of her Intenee and natural feminine deeire to "boea.- le frankly annoyed, and not at all backwaru In say Ins so. How.ral. a poem ehe has written Is accepted tor Insertion In the Oriok. on r. strictly commerctel basis—cash In adranca The poem Buffers sotnewhat from the Inexperience of the youthful pub'll hare tn the “art preserratlre." Her not altogether unreasonable demand for republlcatlon of the maaterpiere. with Its beauty unmarred. Is scorned, and the break between Mies Atwater and the publishers of the Oriole widens- Tb* Sunday following. Florence's particular chum. Patty Fairchild, pays her a visit. They

disapproval, by Herbert and Henry Florence will not play Patty and the visitors Indulge t« a eerie# of Innocent Sunday games. Among them !s one called 'Truth.” the feature of which IV a contract to writ* a question and ■newer, both to be kept e

duly carried out Florence la aa a family secret tliat her beautiful aunt. Julia

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-alch both Herbert and Henry admit that they have pretty eyes, and threatens to tell the muchfeared Wallis Tor bln of tie opl-

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PART II—Continued. “Oh. nothin’," she replied, airily. Herbert began to bf mistrustful of the aolld earth. Somewhere there was a fearful threat to his equipoise. “What you talkin’ about"' he said, with ac effort to spek< 'ornfullr; bnt his sensitive voice »U. st failed

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“Oh, nothin'," raid Florence. “Just about what pre'.ty eyes you know you have, and Patty's being anyway as pretty as youth—and so you're glad maybe she think* your* ore pretty, the way you do—and everything 1" Herbert visibly gulped. So Patty had betrayed him; bad betrayed the swore confidence of 'Truth !*' •That’s all I was talkin’ about." Florence added. “Ju*t about how you anew you had Mich pretty eyes. Say not so, Herbert! Say not so!” “Look here r he said. “Wheo’d you see Patty egaln between this afternoon and when you came over bareT' “What makes you thlak I saw berT" “Did you telephone berT" ; “What maker you think so?" ‘ Once more Herbert gulped. “Well. ! I guess you're ready to believe any- ' thing anybody tells you." he said, with | a palsied fcisvado. “Tou don’t believe 1 everything Patty Fairchild, says, do

. you?"

i “Why. Herbert! I'-iemT she always

tell the Truth?"

“Her? Why. half 'he time." poor ; Herbert babbled, “you can’t j whether she Just maltin' up what *he ; says or if- If you've gone and believed everything that ole girl told you. you haven't got even wha: il.Tla ; sjnse I used to think you had!" So bane we are under strain, sometime— i so base when our good name U threat- | eocd with the truth of us! T wouldn’t i believe anythin* she nld," he finished. In a slcklsh voice. Tf she '.old me fifty times and crossed her heurtt" j “Wouldn’t ecu If she said you wrote I down how pretty you knew your eyes

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' "What’s this about Herbert having ; “pretty eyes'r Hr. joaeph Atwater lu- ; oolred; and Herbert shuddered. Ue- ; cle Joseph htid an unpleasant .eputa-

i tlon as a Joker.

! The nephew desperately fell bat* upon the hopeless device *.f attempting to drown out his opponent’s voice as she began to reply. He became vociferous with scornful laughter badj ly cracked In the scorn. “Florence j got mad T" he shouted, mingling ; purported inforiDadun with ’oad cacki ling*. “She got mad because I and

Herbert any way I could think up." "Oh. was that all?" A hopeful light faded out of Unde Joseph's litre Inexpressive face. T thought perhaps you'd detected him In some indiscretion." Florence laughed. T was Just teasin' him. It wasn’t anything. Uncle Joseph." Hereupon. Herbert resumed a confused breathing. Dated, he remained uneasy, profoundly so; and gratitude was no part of hi* emotion. He well understood that Florence was never susceptible to Impulses of compassion In conflicts euch a* these; In fact. If there w** warfare be’ -een them, experience had te-.ght . to be wariest when she set mod kindest. He moved awny from her. and went Into another room wliere his condldoti was one of Increasing mental discomfort, though be looked for a while at the pictures Id his great-uncle's copy of “Paradis’ Lost." These Illustrations, by M. Gustave Do re. failed to aid In reassnring his troubled mind. When Florence left, he Impulsively accompanied her, maintaining a nerv ons b.lenee as they compassed :he short distance between Uncle Joseph's front gate nnd her own. There, however, he spoke. “Look here! Tou don’t hal to go and believe everything that ole girl told you. do you?" “No." said Florence heartily, don’t haf to." “Well look here," hi urged, helpless brt to repeat. ' Too don't haf believe whatever It was she went a told you. do your “What was It you think she told me. Herbert r "All that guff—you know. Well, whatever It was you said she told

you."

T didn’t," said Florence. “I didn’t say she told roe anything at alL" “Well, the did. didn’t gher “Why. no." Florence replied, light“She didn't say anything to me. Only Fro glad to have yonr opinion

“Oh, About That!" Florence Said, and Swung the Gate Shut Between

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of her. how ahe'a such a story-teller and all—If I ever want Co tell bee. end everything!" Bnt Herbert hr.d grre'-r alarms than this, and the greater obscured the lesser. "Lock here." he said, “if she didn’t tell you, bow’d you know It

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“How d I know v.hatr “That—that big story about my ever aayln’ I knew I bad"—he gulped again -

“pretty eyes."

"Oh. about that ’" Florence said, and swung the gate shut between them. “Well. I guess It’s too late to tel! you tonight. Herbert; but maybe it you and that nasty little Berry Eootor do every single thing I tell you to. and do It Just exackly Uke I tell you from this time on. v.ny mrybe—I only gay hnaybe’—well, maybe I’ll tell you some day wfcen I feel like It." She ran up the path, up the si and crossed the veranda, but paused before opening the door. Then abe called back to the waiting Herbert. "The only person I’d even think of telling atxmt It before I tell you would be a boy 1 know." She coughed, and added a* by un after-thoneht. “He’d Just love io know all about it; I know be would. So. when I tell anybody r.bont it I’ll only tell Juat you and thl*

“Herbert." said Unde Joseph—“tf I other boy." you don't keep quiet. I’ll take back “What other boy?" Herbert de:ho printing press." ’ tnarded. Herbert substituted another ctslpi And her reply, thrilling through t.ie ' I darkc“ss. left him parmytic with hor-

ror. “Wallie Torbln:-

ilngx. “She got mad because I and \ Henry played games with Patty! Sbe's • tryln' to make up somep’m to get even, j She made It up! It's all made up!

j She—“

I “No, no." Mr. Atwater Interrupted. | "Let Florence tel! us. Florence, what I was It about Herbert knowing he had

j pretty eyes?"

| Herbert attempted to continue the j drowning out. He bawled. “She made itt up' It's soroep’m she made up

r!caded; and this one (consisting ot the ancient carriage-house doors, opening upon a driveway through the yard) had recently been mode effective as an Instrument of exclusion. A long and beavF P'suk leaned aga.nst the wall, near by. ready to be net in hr- k-shaped Iron supports fastened to the Inner sides of the doors; nnd when the doors were closed, with this great plank In place, a person Inside the building might seem entitled to count upon the enjoyment of privacy, except In case of earthquake, tornado, or fire. In fact the sire of the plank a’-d the snbstantlal quullty of the iron fastenings, could be looked upon, from a certain view point aa a heartfelt compliment to the energy and persistence of Florence Atwater. Herbert had beer. It. no complimentary frame of mind, however, when he devised the obstructions, nor was he now In such a frame of mind. He was deeply pessimistic In regard to his future, and also embarrassed In anticipation of some explanation* it would be necessary to make to hi* partner. He strongly hoped that Henry's regular after-school appearance at the newspaper building would precede Florence's, because these explanations required both deliberation 1 and Met. and be was convinced that It would be almost Impossible to make them at all If Florence got there first. He understood that he was unfortunately within her power; and he aa# that It would be dangerous io C r tr operation for her exclusion the building this new piechunlsm contrived with such hopeful care, and at a coat of two dollars and twentyfive cents. - or nine annual aubacriptious to the Oriole out of a present total of thirty-two. What he w .tied Henry to believe wa* that for some good reason, which Herbert had not yet been ab’e to Invent. It would be better to ahow Florence a little politeness. He bad a desperate hope that be rolghi find some diplomatic way to prevail cn Henry to be aa subservient '.o Florence a* ahe had teemed to demar.d. and he waa determined to touch any extremity of unveradty rather than permit the details of his answer in “Tnjth" to come to his partner's knowledge. Henry Rooter was not Wallie Tarbln; but In possession of material such as this be could easily make himself Intolerable. Here was a (strange human thing, s'range yet common to most i minds brooding in fear of publicity. I We seldom real lie that the people whose derision we fear may have been as Imprudent as we have been. Therefore, It was In a flurried state of mind that Herbert waited; and when his friend appeared, over tb fence, his perturbation was not decreased. He even failed to notice the unusual gravity of Henry'* manrer. “Hello. Henry; I thought 1 wouldn’t start In work till you got here. I didn’t want to haf to come til the way Iren stairs again to open the door and h'lat our good ole plank up

again.”

“I tee.' said Henry, glancing nervously at their good ole plank. “Well. I guea* Florence'!! never ret In this good ole door—that ta, if we don’t let her. or something.” This final clause would have surprised Herbert If he had been less preoccupied with his troubles. “Too bet ahe won’t!" he said mechanically. "She couldn’t ever get 'u here again— If the family didn't go Inuferlng #u - _'d and give me the dickens and everything, because they think—they say they Jo, anyhow—they say they think—they talnk—" He paused, dlsguialng a little choke i a cough of scorn for the family’s thinking. “What did you say your family think T - Henry asked absently. “Well, they say we ought to let her have a share in our newspaper. Again he imused. afraid to continue lest his hypocrisy appear so barefaced = 5 to lead toward suspicion and discovery. “Well, maybe we ought." he said, his eyes guiltily upon his toe. which slowly scuffed the ground. T don’t say we ought, and I don’t say we oughtn’t." He expected at least r burst of outraged i rotest from his partner, who. on the contrary, plcawintly astonished him. "Well, that's the way 1 look at It." Henrr nld. "t don’t any we ought, and I don’t any we oughtn’t.’ And ut. likewise, stared at the toe of his own right shoe, which we also scutflng the gtound. Herbert felt * little better; this subdivision of uls difficulties si-eraed to be working out with surprising ease.

M adam fashion is growing h.-oadmlodod. She Is' making • a’.cessions in regard to the heretofore strictly taUfcred suit, permuting. yea. act)ally recommending. ■ambroMery and mteresMng handworif

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In ranch of tkWvgiddlstl embroidery done on heavy WoOlC' weave* tn s-'ff-Color, chenille, wnflora and yarn are used as frequently as milk floao. For example, a carainel-c«.lored Moth suit has big patches of sephyr cm-

EMBROIDERY ON SUITS; HATS FOR LITTLE FOLKS

ef*s imt upon hir baby bead with a{l the graces and oatlsfactlon of a grown-up Indy. . . in ffpecifllsed children's shops and deportment* great care Is exorcised in seen ring designers who have the faculty ot .understanding Juvenile reqt^rpmbnts. j, Suitable headwear is always an Iniporidnt subject and Uiere Is dlscrimlnatlpu to W observed between d~ets-u( and school hat*. For InFonce, therq' Is a fine distinction botween tbe ortUnary TB™ crochet Urn

Ornamentation of Handwork.

bmldery. conventional design, in per-1 or cap for school wear and tW . fectly matched color to the garment, i qulslte silk rlbboxene crocheted, brim Interspersed are u Judicious number of : tint, such as Is shown below. Choice dull cold thrends. Black chenille em- | models ate also crocheted of ebenHIe broidery on black doth Is immensely and the hand-crocheted vises straw', j effective. ! bat Is promised for spring Notice idab Of extreme advance mode are the the hontisome Angora aeisl crixiet ; ■

new tweed suits, usl g angora «nd yarn handiwork in the same heather and mixture shades us the doth. Two interesting sulM. with omamentatlon of handwork, were selected for the above Illustrations. The one ahijWs

Intermingling of crochet

tarn, above. It Is done is*, ecru and , bonfire red. \ .. *- Here Is a new item for bAud ittjf • bon streamers, such as you^me-JERj' the elegant roll-brini trahvffr aborai, '.* Butterflies* mcBlnstA - ^f.chffiTles,-Kate Greenaway^©ore*. or colorful floslea *

heads In connection witb solld^ floss^ are now JaJng' hand paluMkl on embroidery. Cbaln-stltchlng features I wide rilrt»n ends. v

! | the other suit.

Headgear for Small FoieWe tLi way there is ’ The qua: Hidden, so Import an' shown obov o simple olinlustitch. shirred fad ir illuetratlon also In- Older girl lied braid or cord in squirrel be

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Frank), on Thrift. man may. *f he knows r vc as he gets, keep b'« nose to j grlndeb je all his life and die | -orth a grott at twH.—Benjemln