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THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX. PORTLAND. SEPTEMBER 6, 1903. MAN WITH THE mu r The Satsuma Bracelet (Copyright, 190S. by W. G. Chapman; copyright In Great Britain.) THAIDA was in Chicago. This was enough to upset the dally orJer of Clarke and myself and make work out of the question. Just why she came I was not Informed. Clarke. I knew, was not In active correspondence with her and since our thrilling experiences off the gulf coast when we had rescued her from the clutches of Count Armand de Loup and his band of devil worshippers he had not mentioned her name. But now that she was at a fashionable North Side hotel, looking, if It be possible, more beautiful, more .queenly and more utterly fascinating -than ever, he appeared to live and move In another world. For my self I could feast my eyes upon her by the hour, but I dared not. for the sake of friendship and loyalty and all that I held most dear In my association with Clarke, allow my mind to follow. My heart I knew already was lost beyond my ever regaining It. But It was a Joy to walk the streets with her. to feel her presence at one's side and to share the conscious pride In the admiring looks that followed her whenever she appeared in public. I knew that there was a crowd and despite Clarke's urging I let them do the theaters alone, but every night I had a seat In the orchestra where I could watch Clarke's box. and never once did I see aught of the play. Right royally we entertained her In our humble apartments. It was an afternoon affair and I believe Clarke bankrupted the resources of a certain caterer and an equally well-known florist. Prof. Watrous of the university was there, and Henry A. Bolton left his busy office In the street to drop in for an hour. Both those men had visited our rooms on previous occasions when In deep trouble and both had reason -to be grateful to Clarke. Mr. William F. Ship was there, in official life ChJef Ship, the companion of many of our adventures, our adversary at times, but personally and privately a most fin ished gentleman and fit to grace any oc casion. Then there was almost every body worth knowing In the literary and artistic life of the city. Among the guests and second only to Thalda herself In beauty was Katharine Randall. Clarke and I met her for the first time. She was a guest of the Ar matages and when our good and long valued friend. Mrs. Armltage. telephoned, asking the privilege of bringing her,, we were quite unprepared, despite Mrs. Ar matage's glowing description, for such a vision of feminine pulchritude. She waa Thatda'a direct opposite, a perfect blonde with the 'clear blue eyes and the pink and white skin that would have given her the face of a doll had It not been for the soul that ahone through It. Standing beside Thalda they made perfect foils, one .or the other, that but heightened the beauty of each. Miss Randall was simply dressed In a gown of white plna cloth over white silk and the only Jewelry she wore was a bracelet of peculiar design satsuma medallions linked with gold, that set off the beauty of her arm most ad mlrably. Naturally, and despite all Clarke's wishes to the contrary, the conversation turned to his achievements in the tele pathlc solution of mysteries. "Oh. I should dearly love to see you solve a mystery, Mr. Clarke," said one gushing miss whose advice to the love lorn under the name of Madame Mer! Is a feature of one of the afternoon dallies "One mystery I shall not attempt to solve," answered Clarke, gaily, "la how so much worldly wisdom can be stored In such a charmingly youthful little head as yours." Just then there was a ring at the tele phone and Togo, our Jap boy, who an swered it, said: "It's for Mr. Chief Ship." The chief listened a while and then said: "Yes, ask her to come up here. I can see her for a few moments." "It's the daughter of an old friend of mine," ha explained, turning to Clarke. "She seems to be in some sort of trou ble and would not say at my office what it was. Doubtless It does not amount to anything and If I may talk with her in your private study I shall not lose the rest of your delightful party." Clarke assured the chief that anything in his possession was at his disposal, provided it resulted 'in keeping him with us. and a few moments afterward a large red touring car guided by a begoggled chauffeur and bearing a handsome young woman in the tonneau stopped at our door. The young woman alighted and tha chief met her at the door and was closeted with her for some ten or fifteen minutes. When he returned his face wore a puzzled look and he beckoned to Clarke and whispered: "I'd like you to hear Miss Atwell's story. I shouldn't be surprised If it was mora In your line than mine." "You go also, Mr. Sexton." graciously urged Thalda. who must have seen that I was bursting with impatience. "I'll play the hostess while you both are away." So excusing ourselves as best we might to the wondering company who already scenfcd the longed-for mystery, Clarke and I followed the chief into the study. "Now. Miss Atwell." said the chief, whea the brief formality of introduction waa over. "I want you to tell Mr. Clarke your story Just as you have told it to me." ' "As I told Mr. Ship." began the young woman. "I am engaged to be married to Lieut. Morton Robinson, of the army. Ho has been in the Philippines for the last two years, this being his second term of d.ty there. He will sail for home shortly and when he arrives we were to have been married, but with what I have to tell you unexplained I do not feel that I can look him In the face again," and her eyes became suffused with tears. Clarke encouraged her gently and she resumed. "It's the things he has sent me. the most beautiful things you ever saw, and now I haven't a single one of them, and what is worse, I cannot explain how or why they disappeared. It seems like fate. Every single thing he has given me has been something to -wear or some handsome piece of Jewelry, and the very first time I have put any of them on it has disappeared as completely and as mysteriously as if it Just melted into air. "First it was a harmless tortoiseshell and gold comb. It could never be dupli cated in this country, for I have searched the shops ever since for one. The very first time I wore it I lost it. and I never lost a comb before in my life. "Then Lieut. Robinson sent me a beautiful little Jeweled brooch In the shape of a stiletto.. It was set with rubles, diamonds and sapphires he had picked up in Ceylon on his way out .and he had them mounted in Manila. I kept It three months before wearing it, and then I was invited to a box party and the temptation was too great. I knew the . fastening was secure and I. was con scious all during the performance it was there, but when I gt home at night It was gone and I cried all the rest of the night. "Then there was my wonderful cameo. Lieut. Robinson got it in Malta and had it mounted in the most beautiful native fHShion In China. I wore it for a belt buckle and not only was the fastening secure, but I took the precaution of sewing It to the belt. The very first time I wore it out of the house it disap peared. And though Mr. Ship will never believe me. I solemnly declare that the threads which went through the filigree work of gold were not broken." "And have you advertised any of these articles or reported them to the police?" questioned Clarke. "My best men have worked on every case except the last whk-h Miss Atwell has yet to tell you," said the chief. "We have raked the pawnshops of the city with a fine-toothed comb, and I believe Miss Atwell's father has spent pretty nearly the value of the articles in adver Using bills. But tell him of the bracelet. Miss Atwell." "It was a bracelet of medallions of antique aatsuma ware, linked together with curiously wrought bands of gold. I received It two months ago, but I had been so unlucky with all the rest of his presents that I resolved never to wear it when I thought how I had lost the others, but what's the use of having nice things If you can't wear them? So last night when I was going to a dance at the North Shore Country Club I wore the bracelet. But previously I had taken It to a Jeweler and had a little gold chain and padlock put on It in addition to the other fastening. It made it perfectly se cure. More than, that I had elbow gloves on over It when I got In the auto to come home. I know it was on my arm when I got into the car. When I took my gloves oft It was gone. I could not believe my eyes. I went right out and searched the stairs, the walk, the steps to- the port cochere. every place that I might have dropped It between the car and the room. Then I telephoned to the garage and had them look all through the tonneau, but It was of no use. I even ordered thOyCar back to the house, had them run it under the strong Hsht In the port cochere and then I turned out all the cushions and searched every corner of it myself. But it availed nothing. "Now, Mr. Ship cays you can help me find these tilings. Every one of them would be easily Identified, for every one Is unique. And besides I have one of the medallions of the bracelet still which was loose, so I took It out. fear ing to lose it." "Have you it with you?" eagerly asked Clarke. Miss Atwell opened a gold chain bag; that she carried and handed us a little medallion. I looked at it intently, and a suspicion that had been forming in my mind became a- certainty. It was identical with the medallions in the bracelet on "Katharine Randall's beauti ful arm. "If you will return at this time to morrow. Miss Atwell," said Clarke, "I think I can restore your bracelet, or at least have trace of it. As for the other things, we shall see." Miss Atwell left with brightened face, and as we turned once more to our guest Clarke whispered: "Make' no mention, either of you,- of the bracelet on the arm of the blonde girl. Miss Randall, but notice If It has a link missing." Soon after I found myself sitting be side her, with Clarke on the other side. "We were speaking of mysteries a short time ago. Miss Randall," quietly remarked Clarke. "That Is a curious bracelet you have, and I warrant it has a mystery about it." I watched the blood for a moment mount in her lovely cheeks, but she lifted her arm, and turning It that we might sec, said: "Yes, it certainly is an odd bauble, but I'm sure there is no mystery about it." The circlet was complete. Not a me dallion was missing. When the party broke up Clarke sig nified to Chief Ship to remain. Thaida had not yet made her adieus. "I have told you, chief," said Clarke, "how with Thaida' s help we eolved the mysterious murder revolving about the 'Blue Bokhara' in New York. I know you are skeptical. I am myself, but if Thalda will help us it will do no harm to test her powers in this case." "I will do anything you wish to help, Carlton," answered Thaida, seating her self In a reclining chair. Clarke quickly put her first in the hypnotic and then in the cataleptic state. Then pressing againet her fore head the satsuma medallion Irora Miss Atwell's bracelet, he said: Look well into the past. Thaida. and tell us what you see.' The voice came soft and cadenced like a message from the unknown. I see a tropic port. There are white houses back upon a Dcauuiui nui. White roads of shell twine their way up the slope. At Its foot and run ning down to the harbor is a military post. Soldiers are all about, bathing in the azure waters of the harbor, smoking and sipping their drinks un der the verandas. They are Americans. Back on the hills stands one native house of white plaster more preten- JMV tious than the rest. Upon it broad veranda swings a hammock, and in it languidly reclines a beautiful young girl. She is dark of skin and hair and her deep black eyes glow like coals of fire. On her arm there is a bracelet of quaint and curious design. It is of satsuma medallions, like one that I have seen, linked with finely wrought gold. "At the young girl's feet elts an of ficer In khaki and putees. He is an American, and he lifts his boyish sun darkened face to hers and his soul goes out to her in his eyes while she toys with the bracelet on her arm and an swers his love messages In kind. "But wait, they are speaking. It Is Spanish." "Translate it, Thalda." " 'It waa so good of you, light of my life, to give me this beautiful thing,' says the girl. 'But you must not spend all the money your- government gives you thus. Some day you will take me back to your own land and ws shall need other things besides combs of tortoise and gold, and Jeweled stilettos and cameos and this.' " "They are nothing, answers the young orticer. surely 1 may give pretty things to my wife, though they cannot make her more beautiful than she is." 0 "Tour wife, Morton? Tell me again that the marriage Is a good, one. I know you gave the friar much money, $5 gold, but there are times when I start out of my dreams and see. the face of a girl, and she Is fair and of your own race and I epeak to her in the night. She tells me that I shall never see that far-off country of yours. And then I look again and see her fair form and she has my comb In her hair and my 'Stiletto at fcer throat, and my cameo at her waist and my bracelet on her arm.' "And then the young officer rises and strokes back her raven hair and puts his arm about her. "'My foolish little Jesuclta,' he says; 'the old Tagalog hag hae again been telling thee talcs of witchcraft. Are we not bound to each other by a tie that could not be strengthened by the friar nor broken by the faces of thy dreams? Think of the little child, my Jesuclta, and forget the dreams.' " 'And if I should not live to look upon Its little face, promise me, my soul, that the fair one of my dreams never shall have aught of mine, but all you will keep for the little one." " 'I promise it, Jesuclta Mai,' and he seals the promise with a kis." Thalda paused in her recital, and Clarke Epoke: li-rimmar ystcncs. by i - " . ASM AM7ffl(7f5Jf "Follow the braclet closely where it touches the lives of- those who have handled It. What next do you seer "I see a darkened room In which many candles are burning. Upon a bier of bamboo lies the body of a young girl. The bracelet is on her arm. By her side lies the corpse of a new born child. On bended knees a man in khaki uniform sobs as only a strong man can sob. Until the morning he is shaken with his grief. A distant bugle sounds. He arises, and unclasping from the pallid arm the bracelet he presses ft to his Hps and places it within his blouse next his heart." Again Thaida paused while we sat silent and breathless, but under Clarke's gentle urging she began once more. "I see a fair-haired girl in a beauti ful, richly furnished home. She is open ing a box, and from It she takes the bracelet I listen. She Is speaking. ' "'Oh, mamma,' she saye, 'see what Lieutenant Robinson has sent me," and she holds the bracelet before the eyes of an elderly woman. " 'It is beautiful, but I hope you will not be as careless with it as you have been with everything else he has sent you,' says thie woman." Again the cadenced voice stopped, and again Clarke gently commanded. . "I see the bracelet now upon the arm of the young woman. She is alighting from an automobile and as she puts her hand out upon the tonneau door a figure steps from out the darkness. It Is the native glrUwho once wore the bracelet. No, that cannot1 be. She lay dead in a white house in a tropical isle. It is her astral self, for she re-, moves, despite its fastenings, the brace let from its outstretched arm." "The bracelet, Thaida: follow It!" "I next see it upon the arm of a fair-haired girl. It is not the one who is In the automobile. Wait, I know her. I saw her today in'-this room. I see her now in a dingy shop. She is match ing medallions from a tray held by a cringing Japanese with those of the bracelet. She finds one that is the ex act duplicate and . she takes off the bracelet and hands It to the Japanese. It has left her. I can see no more." "But how did Bhe possess it, Thalda? Answer me." "I cannot see." "You must, Thaida." "I cannot. Wake me, Carlton. I am tired unto death." With a look of disappointment Clarke brought Thalda back to the normal state and she lay back in her chair and closed her eyes in complete ex haustion. Clarke turned to the chief. "What do you think of it?" he asked. Think of It!" blurted Ship. "What is the use of thinking? Its all rank fol de rol, of course, but recover the goods for Miss Atwell and I'll well. I'll concede nothing, but I'll take off my hat to you. Now, how do you ex plain all this?" "Professor Denton has given all the explanation possible in his admirable treatise on psychometry. He holds that things as persons have souls, ergo a past, and this of course explains noth ing at all." "And perhaps," exploded the chief, "you can explain to me how this Fili pino ghost woman got that bracelet oft Miss Atwell's arm, granting she fas tened It as she says," and the chief loooked at Clarke in triumph. - "That is most easily explained," mur mured Clarke with a twinkle in his eye. "It merely establishes Professor Zollner's theory of the 'fourth dimen sion.' A disembodied spirit being ad mittedly 'fourth dimensional,' the lim its of length, breadth arid thickness do not circumscribe its activities. Ab surdly simple, as you readily see." "Simple, humph!" grunted the chief. "But how oh, what's the use." "That is what I have long ago decid ed, chief. What's the use? So I am not going to speculate upon the un knowable, but if the intangible offers a clew I simply follow It to the tangi ble and there, as you express It, I find 'the goods.' " "And you would accuse this Miss Randall on such flimsy evidence as this?" "There will be nothing so blunt as a police accusation, chief. I shall leave that to you, though it will be unneces sary, and try what finesse will accom plish. I will have the goods' here for Miss Atwell when she calls tomorrow." "I have always known you were a wonderful man, Mr. Clarke," said the chief, as he made his adieus. Our long acquaintance with Mrs. Ar. matage made formality unnecessary, and to Clarke's telephone message, say ing he wished to see her on a matter of importance and would bring Thaida and myself, she replied that she had no other engagements and would be at home to us all evening. So with Thalda, now fully herself again, we proceeded by cab, after a light repast, to Mrs. Armatage's beau tiful South Side home. On the way Clarke told Thaida the complete story. "And now I shall be guided by your advice," he said. "For I have never known your wonderful feminine intui tion to be at fault." "Then tell Mrs. Armitage just what you J frank lovell nelson. want. Tou can trust her. She knows her guest and knows how to act. If Miss Randall has the other ornaments my 'power," as you call It, has not been at fault. . If she has not, she doubtless can prove property rights in the bracelet. If there has been any dishonesty you may be sure Mrs. Armatage is not the woman to shield it." And Thaida was right, as she always is. Mrs. Armatage's eyes opened 4n wonder as she heard the story. "Yes, yes," she exclaimed, when Clarke had finished, "Katharine has them, every one of them. I've seen them all on her dresser and admired them. Heavens, yes, they may have been advertised. I never look at the classified columns. And I never asked Katharine where ehe got them. But, Mr. Clarke, there can't be anything wrong. Katharine Is in her rooms now and Just to prove my faith in her. Til call her down here and before all of you ask her where she got these trin kets. There cannot be anything wrong with my little Katharine." "Oh. yes. there can be, auntie," wailed a tear-choked voice, and a fair-haired glrJ staggered from behind the portiere anS emptied into the lap of the astonished Mrs. Armatage a tortoise comb, a cameo, a Jeweled stiletto brooch and a medal lion bracelet. Then she fell at Mrs. Arm atage's feet, and, burying her face In that good woman's lap, sobbed as if her heart would break. Mrs. Armatage soothed her and she finally lifted her tear-stained face and said: "Auntie. I am very, very wicked, and I want to confess it all. I overheard you talking and I slipped down with the things and heard it all. You know when I first came to Chicago I told you how lucky I, was. Every time almost I went out on the street I found some beautiful thing. I found all these. They were al ways lying on, the sidewalk Just as If someone had Just dropped them. I knew they were not mine, but I wanted to keep them so badly. I tried not to look at the classified ads., and from that moment classified ads. had a perfect fascination .for me. Whenever I picked up a paper they were staring at me. At last I saw one. It Just caught my eye: " 'Lost Satsuma medallion bracelet.' "I tore up the paper without reading any farther, and told myself I hadn't read it. I had the bracelet repaired so German Compared With English Teuton Servant. Far More Human in His Relations AVith Employers. Lond- n Mall. GERMAN lady, whose uncle at one J time occupied an important dlplo- matic post in London told me that her aunt was immensely surprised to find that every one of her English servants knew his or her work, and did it without supervision, but that none of them would do anything else. This lady, not knowing English ways, used to make the mistake at first of asking a servant to do what she wanted done Instead of what the ser vant had engaged to do; but she soon found that , the first housemaid would rather leave than All a matchbox it was the second housemaid's place to fill; and what surprised her most was to find that her English friends sympath ized with the housemaid's position, and to "believe in every one minding his own business." they said. In most German households there is no such thing as the strict division of labor Insisted on here. Your cook will be delighted to make a blouse for you, and your nurse will torn out the din lngroom, while your chambermaid will take the child for an airing if you or der it so. They are more human in their relation to their employers. The English servant fixea a gulf between herself and the most domestic mistress. The German brings her intimate Joys and sorrows to a good Herrschaft, and expects their sympathy. When a girl has bad luck and en gages with a bad Herrschaft, she is worse off than in England, because she Is more in the power of her employers and of the police than she would be here. She has to have a bienstbuch, an official book in which her age and personal anjiearance are registered. In this book her employers write her character. It is under the control of the police, and has to be shown to them when she leaves and when she enters a situation. It Is hardly neces sary to say that when a girl does any thing seriously bad, and her employers record it in the book, the book gets "lost." Then the police Interfere, and make it extremely disagreeable for the girl. A friend told me that In the confu sion of a removal her own highly val ued servant lost her Dienstbuch, or, rather, my friend lost it, for employers usually keep It while a girl Is in their service; and though she took the blame on herself and explained that the book was lost, the police were most offensive about it. Germans have often told me that servants as a class have' good rea son to complain of police insolence and brutality. I have in my possession the exact copy of the entries in a Dienstbuch that belonged to a girl who had been in several situations. None of them tells anything of her qualities and knowledge, but one mistress com plains that Anna Schmidt's behavior did not please her. Anna Schmidt's present mistress assured me that this meant that a son of the house had an noyed the girl with his attentions,( and she had in consequence treated him with some brusquerle. But when Eng lish servants write to the papers and ask to have the Dientsbuch system here, I always wonder how they would like their failings or their misfortunes sent with them from place to place in black and white; every fresh start made difficult, and every bad trait recorded against them as long as they earn their dally bread. There is no give and take of person al character in Germany. Ladles do not see the last lady with whom a girl has lived. They advertise, or they go to a registry office where servants are waiting to be engaged. In Berlin every third house seems to be a regis try office, and you hear as many com plaints of the people who keep them as you hear here. So the government has set up a large public registry in Char lottenburg, where both sides can get what they want without paying fees. Wages are much lower in Germany than here. Some years ago you could get a good cook for from 7 to 12, but those days are past. Now you hear' of a general servant getting from 10 to 11. and a good lain cook from 15 up- , it could not be Identified. I never dared to wear any of them until this afternoon, when I couldn't resist putting on the bracelet, and when Mr. Clarke said there must be a mystery about it, I thought I should faint." ''Was the bracelet locked when you found it. Miss Randall?" asked Clarke, gently. "Yes. I had to take it to a locksmith and have a key fitted for it," said the penitent girl, as she rose" and fled from her self-inflicted auto-da-fe. "Do not be too hard on her, Mrs. Ar matage. Just remember what a tempta tion these things would be to any of us women," pleaded Thalda, as we said good night. ' Promptly on the minute next afternoon Miss Atwell's big touring car rolled up to our door. We received her in the li brary and Clarke held in his hands a lit tle jewel case. "If this box contains the Jewels you have lost, and I restore them to you, may I exact of you a solemn promise, Ml.-e Atwell?" said Clarke. "I'll promise anything, Mr. Clarke," said the girl, impulsively. "Then promise me first that you will never wear one of those ornaments hut that 'you will keep them as sacred heir looms for your children, when that time shall come. Second, that when you are married to Lieutenant Rob'neon you will never ask him more than lie chooses to tell you of his experiences in the Philip pines; and third, if he ever seems to have a burled grief you will be very gentle with him. and never for one moment let a pang of Jealousy have a place in your heart. Do you promise all this?" "I promise," said the girl, wondertngly, wliile her woman's curiosity struggled for the mastery. Clarke's thoughtful tact was unneces sary, for Lieutenant Robinson was des tined never to become the husband of Miss Atwell. Before the war was out the list of officers killed in a punitive expedi tion against the treacherous Moros of Mindanao contained his name. "And do you believe he really had a beautiful native wife who once wore those jewels?" I asked Clarke, when he 6howed me the paper. "Sexton, I don't know," was all I could get out of him. (Next week: "The Pursuit of the Silver Skull.") ward. These are servants who would get from 22 to 30 in England, and more in America. But the wages of German servants are supplemented at Christmas by a system of tips and presents that Is neither one of free gift nor of business-like payment. Germans groan under It, but every nation knows how hard it is to depart from one of I these traditional, indefinite customs. In a household account book that a friend showed me I found the follow ing entry: Christmas present for the servant. 30 marks in money. House linen, 9m. 50 pf. Pincushion, lm. 6 pf. Five small presents. In all 42 marks. Was not contented." My friend told me that German servants now expect to get a quarter of their wages In money and presents at Christmas. House linen is often given, becauso a German girl in service is always sav ing with might and main for her wed ding outfit. In Germany the bride buys both furniture and linen, and in the poorer" classes about 30 Is con sidered sufficient for this purpose. Domestic servants in Germany also come under the law that obliges all persons below a certain income to pro vide for their old age. The postoffico issues cards and stamps, and one of these stamps must be dated and affixed to the card every Monday. Sometimes the employers buy the cards and stamps, and show them at the postofflce once a month; sometimes they expect the servant io pay half the money required. Women who go out by the day get their stamps at the house they work In on Monday. If a girl marries she may cease to insure, and may have a sum of money toward her outfit. In that case she will receive no old-age peiTslon. But if she goes on with her insurance she will have from 15 to 20 marks a month from the state after the age of 70. In cases of illness employers are legally bound to provide for their do mestic servants during the term of notice agreed on. At least, this in so In Prussia, and the term varies from a fortnight to three months. Mosc house holders in Germany subscribe to an in surance company that provides medical help, sends a patient to an infirmary when necessary, and even pays for wine and food ordered by its own doc tors. ' A German kitchen is marvelously bright and clean, but it is not as com fortably furnished as an English kitchen, nor will a German servant, as a rule, set the table for tidy kitchen meals. Her morning meal will consist of coffee and rye bread without butter, but in the middle of the morning she will expect a second breakfast of rye bread and meat or sausage. She will be allowed coffee and beer or wine with her meals, but not cea; and, ex cept for the scarcity of butter in mid dle class households, she will, as a rule, live very well. Some years ago German servants made no attempt to dress like ladles, and even now what they do in this way is a trifle compared to the extrav agant "get-up" of an English cook or parlor maid on her Sunday layout. A German girl is not ashamed of being a servant, and on week days she goes to market with a large basket and an umbrella, but without a hat. In Hamburg girls who waited at taVle used to wear light cotton gowns with elbow sleeves, but nowadays Hamburg has adopted our English livery of a black gown with a white cap and apron. In most German cities maid servants wear what they please, and I have myself dined with people whose sllvr, glass and food were lrreproaon able, while the young women who waited on us wore decollete tartan blouse, large, cheap lace collars and brooches of sham diamonds. Some la dies keep smart white aprons to lend their servants on state occasions, oui the laciest apron will not do much for a girl in a sloppy colored blouse and a plaid necktie with floating ends. But these same girls who dress so abominably always have stores of strong, neat body linen, and knitted stockings. A girl knits the stockings herself as she stands at the street door on summer evenings and gossips wlta her. friends.
