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“ You must be blind. Alice Caratalre Whitaker: “ 1 don't know. Wish |
has had him going for a year. Every­ did. At the saute lime. I've gut to da
body thought she was only waiting for something get away somewhere."
Abrupt Inspiration sparked the Imag­
Mm to make eouie big money—he aa
ination of Peter Stark, and ho began
much as anybody, I fancy."
Skirts of Comfortablo Width
Brentou added the last straw. to sputter with enthusiasm.
" I ’ve got It I” lie cried. Jumping to
"Thut'a tough," lie said soberly. "W hit­
Seen Dospitc Season's Edict
aker's a white niau. and Alice Cnr- hla feet. ” A sea trip's Just the thing, j
etalra didn't deserve him.
But 1 Chances are, It'll turn the trick—bring j
wouldn't blame any man for feeling you round all right-o. and prove what Women Learning to Express Individ­
cut-up to he thrown over for an out-
uality In Dreaa Instead of Blindly
aud out
rotter like
Percy Urltu- I
Following “ The Style.“
himw. .
Whltukor heard uo more. At the
Women nr«' l«'nrnlng more and more
first mention of the name of Alice Car
to express Individuality In tlu'lr dress
stairs lie had snatched her letter from
und to select styles that lire Individual­
lila pocket and was rending. Nobody j
ly becoming rutlicr than to seek and
will ever know Just what Alice t'ar-
accept wind Is bulletined as "tho
stulra saw tit to write to Hugh Whit­
alylo."
aker. The blood ebbed from Ills face
and left It ghustly, and when he had
Early lids season fashion announce-
lorn the paper to shreds and let them
incuts «lull'd that skirts were to ho
flutter ubuut his feet, he swayed per­
longer uuil narrower.
ceptibly — bo much so that ons of the
This Is true. Skirts that are longer
pages took alarm and Jumped to bis
| and narrower than for scverul sea-
side.
s o u are shown, mid they have had
FAMOUS neurologist said recently In a lecture: "W e don't give
“ Beg pardon, Mr. Whitaker—did you
| (lie formal npprovu! o f fashion. But
our patients much medicine any more. We give them something
call me?”
| It also |s true that very short skirts
to think about. If we can make a man put his thoughts^on something
Whitaker
steadied
himself
and
lire worn, and that skirts of comfort­
constructive and shift the focus of his mind from his bodily Ills, we
stnred until he recognized the boy.
able width are seen ns often as uro
can give him a good start on the road to health." And this Is the big
I “ No," he suld thickly, "but 1 wnut you.
the tight, scmlliobhle effects. All this
Idea out of which the story of "Ths Destroying Angel” is woven. If
Give me n bar order.”
menus Inspiration for style designers.
any of our readers need to get their minds entirely off themselves and
The hoy produced the printed form
If u uniform wldili or length Is accept-
their troubles, they will find in this new serial an uncommonly strong
ami Whltukor hastily scribbled his or­
magnet. For Louis Joseph Vance, you know, never wrote a tiresome
der ou It. "Bring that up to the li­
yarn. He keeps your mind electrified and your Interest eager from
brary," he said, “and ffW quick about
start to finish
It.”
He stumbled Into the elevator, am)
presently found himself In the library,
at his desk and Ashing a box of rlgurs
CHAPTER I
j There was uo one else ubout, and
from one o f the drawers.
Whitaker was as glad of that ns It was
“ Married?" Hartt Inquired.
Doom.
In him to he glad of anything Just
"No. That's the only mitigating cir­
"Then I'm to understand there's no
then. He dropped heavily into a big
cumstance," said Greyerson, distribut­
hope for me?”
armchair and waited, his brnln whirl­
‘T m afraid n o t ..." Greyerson said ing glasses, “ lie's quite alone In the ing and seething Ids nerves on edge
world, as far as I know— no near rel­
reluctantly, sympathy In his eyes.
and screeching. In this state Peter
“ None whatever.” The verdict was atives. at least. He's Juulor partner Stark found him.
thus brusquely emphasized by Hnrtt, In a young law Arm down-town—senior
Peter sunntered Into the room with
a friend or classmate of his, I under­
one o f the two consulting specialists.
u manner elnborately careless. Bo-
Sc
Whitaker.
Moves
stand:
Drummond
Having spoken, he glanced at his
I death that mask he was nnythlug but “ You Look a» I I You'd 8»en a Qho»t."
watch, then at the face of his col­ with the right sort of people. Young , Indifferent, Just as Ids appearance wus
Stark—
Peter
Sturk—is
his
closet
league. Bushneli, who contented him­
anything but fortuitous. Moreover, asses doctors are. I can bars tho Ad­
self with a tolerant waggle of his friend."
Peter had already heard u ! h > u I Alice venturess put In commlxnlon within
•
• • • • • •
three days. We'll fry that South Boas
head, apparently meant to Imply that
Cnrstnlrs and Percy Grlmshnw.
Hugh Whitaker stood for a long
the subject of their deliberations
"H el-lo" he said, contriving by mere thing we've talked about so long.
time— how long he never knew— bare­
really must be reasonable.
accident to cutch sight of Whltukor, What d'you any?"
A warm light glowed In Whitaker'»
Whitaker looked quickly from one headed on a corner, Just us he had who was almost Invisible In the big
to the other of his three Judges, left Greyerson's office: scowling ut chair with Its hack to the body of the ■unken eyes. 11a nodded slowly.
acutely sensitive to the dread signi­ nothing, considering tlie enormity of room. "What you doing up here, Hugh?
ficance to be detected In the expression the wrong that hud been put upon him. What's u p r
Enter, realizing tiiut people were star­
o { each.
Just euppoee now that In
“ It's nil up." said Whitaker, trying
Tailing to extract the least glimmer­ ing, be clapped on his hut to satisfy to pull himself together. “ Everything's
Whitaker's battered mind the
them and strode ulmlessly down Sixth up!"
•eed thought of suicide has
ing of hope from the attitude of any
Avenue.
one of them, he drew a long breath,
started to swell and sprout—do
"Don’t believe it," said Stark, coolly.
He turned across town toward Fifth “ My feet are on the ground; hut you
you believe that the anticipation
unconsciously bracing himself In his
Avenue, came to his club, and went In. look ns if you'd, seen u ghost.”
of a sea trip will kill the eeed?
chair.
There'» ■ hint In thl* question.
"I buve— my own,” said Whitaker.
"It's funny,” he said with his nerv­ Passing through the office, force of
hublt swung his gaze to the letter-rack. The puge now stood beside him with
ous smile— “ hard to realize, I mean.
There was a square white envelope In a tray. “ Open It." he told tho boy,
You see, I feel so fit—”
the W pigeonhole, und It proved to be indicating a half-bottle o f chumpngne;
. T o UK C O N T IN U E D .)
“ Between attacks,” Liartt interjected
addressed
to
him.
He
knew
the
hand­
und then to Peter; "I'm huvlng a
quickly.
writing very well— too w e ll; his heart
IF MASKS WERE TAKEN OFF
“ Yes,” Whitaker had to admit, gave a great Jump as he recognized It, bath. Won't you Jump in?"
Peter whistled, watching the wine
dashed.
and then sank like a stone; for not
"Attacks,” said Bushneli, heavily, only must he die, but he must give cream over the brundy In the long Would Peopla Be Any Happier If They
Should Say to One Another Ex­
“ recurrent at intervals constantly up the girl he loved, and had planned glass. "King's peg, eh?" pe said, with
actly What They Thought?
more brief, each a trifle more severe to marry. The first thing he meant to u lift of disapproving eyebrows. "Here,
boy. bring me some Scotch and pluln
than Its predecessor.”
do was to write to her and explain and
Do you suppose tho tlmo ever will
water for common people.”
Evidently Bushneli considered the release her from her promise.
The j
come when all men and women are
The
boy
disappeared
us
Whltuker
last word his prerogative.
next thing...
sincere und will say to one uuother ex­
lifted his glass.
There was a brief uneasy silence in
Skirt of Comfortable Width.
He refused to let the Idea of the next t
the gloomy consulting room.
Then step form In his mind. But he knew 1 “ I’m not wulting.” he suld bluntly. actly what they think? And do you
suppose the world renlly would he any ed flu- designers have little encourage­
Whitaker rose.
very well what It would be. In the j ”1 need tills now.”
happier In such a time? Would the ment to go uheud with new and d if­
“
I
hope,”
Peter
said
thoughtfully,
“ Well, how long will yon give me?” backwards of his understanding It
old man whose days are nearly spent ferent things, says the Washington
lurked—n
gray,
grisly.
shumeful “ that tile man who sturted that lie
he asked in a strained voice.
about drink making a fellow forget be uny happier If he knew precisely Star.
“ Six months,” said Greyerson, mis­ shadow.
wtiat the younger folk think about
The clever little afti-rnoon frock
erably avoiding his eye.
The elevator kept him waiting a died the dt-atli of a dog. He deserved
him? Would the young woman walk­ here shown, which may be made of
to,
anyway.”
He
stopped
ut
Whitaker's
moment or two. Just round the corner
“ Three," liartt corrected Jerkily.
ing In pride on the str«-et or lolling In sutln or velvet combined with either
"P erh a p s...” The proprietor of the from the grill-room door, whence came side and dropped a hand on his
her limousine be happier If alia could chiffon, georgette nr net, corrects any
shoulder.
“
Hugh,”
lie
said,
“
you're
last word stroked his chin with a con­ a sound of voices talking and laughing.
read the thoughts of those she meets? belief that ull skirts ar«- to be extreme­
Whitaker heard what was being said one of the best. Don’t. •
templative air.
Would the callers be liuppler If they ly narrow.
This tins a comfortablo
Whatever
he
hud
meant
to
say.
he
“ Thanks,” said Whitake', without without, at first, comprehending—
knew
what wus said about them when width— two and a quarter to two and
left
unfinished
because
o
f
the
return
heard
and
afterwards
remembered
in
irony. lie stood for an Instant with
of the page with his Scotch; but he they left—If, Instead of u kiss aud a a half yards. The touch o f fur gives
vivid detail.
"Come again, d«-ur." there were a blow a pretty finishing touch, nud nlt«>g«dh-
“ Seems to be the open season for had snld enough to let Whitaker under­
and "I hope you will never corue er It has an «-xcellent model for dressy
stand
that
he
knew
about
the
Carstulrs
runaways,” Hamilton was saying. “ It's
ugulti?"
Would the people themselves afternoon wear.
only a few days since Thurlow Ladls- affair.
who look an udmlratlon they do not
“
Thut's
ull
right,”
said
Whitaker;
In this fabric combination nn excel-
las' daughter— what’s her name?—
feel and speak compliments they do
lent suggestion for making over a
Mury— took the bit between her teeth “ I'm riot going to mnke a fool of my­
not mean bo any happier If nil were lust senson dress Is found.
and bolted with the old man's chauf­ self, but I am In u pretty bad way.
known?— From the Columbus Dis­
Boy—”
feur.”
patch.
“
Hold
on
i”
Peter
Interrupted.
Somebody asked: “ now far did
EASY FOR HOME MILLINER
they get before old Ladlslus caught "You're not going to order another?
Sweet Girl Graduate.
What you've hud la enough to gal­
up?"
A very clever girl had one of the Wide Range In New Fashion» Brings
“ He didn’t give chase. He’s not that vanize u corpse,”
Joy to Heart of the Woman Who
principal graduation prizes, and her
“
Barring
the
negligible
difference
of
kind. I f he was put to It, old Thor-
Makea Her Own Hata.
friends
crowded
urouud
her
at
the
low could pluy the unforgiving parent a few minutes or months, that’s me,"
close of the exercises to congrutulute
returned
Whltuker.
in a melodrama without any make-up
Even before tho wur Inspired sens­
“ I ’d like to know what you mean by her.
whatever.”
“ My, but you must hnve been awful­ ible economy In the mntter of dress
that,”
Peter
remarked,
obviously
wor­
“ He's Just like that,” said Hamil­
ly afraid you wouldn’t get It, Grace,” ; many women hnd acquired tho habit
ton. “ Remember his other daughter, ried. “ What's the matter with you?”
said ono of her friends, “ when there i of making their own hats, and tho lint
“
Ask
Greyerson.
I
can’t
remember
Grace, eloping with young Pettit a few
were so many contestants.”
stylos shown this winter should cer-
years ago? Old Ladislas had a down the name— It's too long— and I couldn’t
“ Beared,” cheerily answered Grace, tnluly Inspire homo talent, snys a
pronounce
It
If
I
did.”
on Pettit— who’s a decent enough kid,
Peter’s eyes narrowed. "What fool­ "not on your life. 1 knew I could put fashion authority.
notwithstanding— so
Grace
was
Generous leeway In stylo rulings
ishness
has Greyerson been putting It all over them on most of the sub­
promptly disowned, and they’ve no
jects, und when It enmo to English
hope of ever touching a penny of the Into your head?” he demanded. T v e grammar and composition I hud 'em makes “ becomlngni'Hs" practically the
ono rule to be followed, and great In­
a good mind to go punch hln— "
Ladislas coin.”
skinned a mile.”
dividuality muy thus he expressed In
“ It Isn’t his fuult,” Whitaker as­
“ But what become of them—Mary
one’s millinery without breaking ono
serted. “ It's my own— or rather, It's
and the stoker-person?”
Excessive Neutrality.
o f Dutne Fashion’s rules.
"Nobody knows, except possibly something In the nature o f a posthu­
Borne are born neutrnl, others
A hat must he becoming and It must
mous gift from my progenitors; several
themselves.”
achieve neutrality, Hnd still others have be comfortable.
With theso rules
“ Whut’s she like, this Mary-qulte- of ’em died of It, and now It seems I
It thrust upon them. The Englishman obeyed the home milliner tuny allow
must.
Greyerson
says
so,
at
least,
and
eontrary?” Inquired George Iirenton’s
horn In Uoumunlu, who arrived In Now her fancy full sway.
when I didn't believe him ho called In
voice.
York with n German wife on a Span­
All black lmts nro very good stylo
liartt
und
Bushneli
to
hold
my
ante­
“ Oh, nothing but a kid,” said little
ish ship and took out nuturullzntlon pa­ because they really go well with any­
mortem. They made It unanimous. If
Flske.
pers from Undo Bnm, declined to bs thing; but colors are not at ull taboo
I’m uncommonly lucky I may live to
"Not over eighteen.”
Interviewed on the war on the ground — In fnct, quit© tho contrary.
F«»w
The elevator was waiting by this see next Thanksgiving.”
of neutrality for all threo reusons.
stiff-looking hats are shown, and this
“
You
can't
make
mo
believe
that,"
time, but Whitaker paused on Instant
also Is a point In favor o f tho homo
"W ell, How Long Will You Give Me?" before taking It, chiefly because the Peter Insisted. “ It Just can’t be so.
Not a Thief.
milliner.
sound of his own name, uttered by A man like you, who’s always lived
Man who broke Into tho house while
his head bowed In thought “ What a Hamilton, had roused him out of the clean . . . Why, look at your athletic
the owner was away and took nothing
Empire Effect« for Small Tote.
damned outrage,” he observed thought­ abstraction In which he had overheard record I I won’t believe It I”
hut a shave could scarcely be called
For tho little tots, empire effects
fully. And suddenly he turned and the preceding conversation.
Ills big, red, generous fist described a thief, because he went out with
flung out of the room.
continue to prevail for “ host” nnd
“ Anyhow, I ’m sorry for Hugh Whlt- a large and Inconclusive gesture of than he came In with.
everyday wear. In this range there nro
Greyerson Jumped to follow him, but uker. He’s going to take this hard, violence.
velvets nnd velv«?teens or lustrous
paused as he heard the crash of the mighty hard."
“ Well,” he growled finally,” grant all
Harm In Nonsense.
street door. He turned with a twitch­
Oeorge Brenton asked, as If sur­ thle—which I don’t, not for one tittle
It usually takes a lot o f common broadcloths In suliduod wintry shades
ing, apologetic smile.
prised: “ What? I didn’t know be minute— what do j& a mean to do?"
sense to get a man out of the trouble for the most part, though now and then
a gleam o f brass, canary, fawn or
“ Poo* devil r he said, sitting down was Interested I d that quarter.”
“I don’t mind telling you.
% little b o d m o m gets him into.
military khaki divert one from the »eat.
A