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Show Hats With Veiling Galore Are in a Capricious Mood By CHERIE NICHOLAS T7ZTZ ' far, ' ' "'". MILLINERY has indeed come 1J(,-- - .' ' own this spring. The 12, M '' f ' ; '1 new hats are everything a spring Ijf'if J ' i hat should be the most refreshing-ly f - f" 'v5 ' springlike hats that have graced VJ2' " mJk V i fashion's stage for many a season. I. iSC1 It'! In them romance in millinery has X$uffi$j ' 's''' 1 been recaptured. tJi-'- 4 The very ecstasy of spring w"r breathes through the flowers that bedeck the pretty straws and through the ribbons and fantastic scarf trimmings on colorful felts and suedes, likewise through the dainty lace and immaculate lingerie trims, new this season, and through the glorified spring colorings and beyond all the final touch of charm is achieved via mists of frivolous whimsical veiling that swirls and whirls and cuts pretty capers throughout the entire picture. You can be as choosy as you like in selecting your spring bonnet. Whether you decide on one of the very new and amusing elfish tall crowns that style the latest models or whether you declare in favor of a crownless type, whether your hat be huge of brim or have no brim at all (flower toques with pert bon-bon colored veils are quite the rage) whether it be a breton or Gibson girl sailor you choose, or if you are ultra enough to 'want one of the very smart Paris-inspire- d bonnet types that tie under the chin, no mat-ter in what direction fancy leads you, you can't go wrong in fashion's eyes. New in crowns is the postilion. See it pictured in the group to the left above. This model in miniature blue (an attractive blue featured this season) felt is trimmed with contrasting plaid taffeta ribbon and an allover crisp blue veil. Plaids and stripes have invaded the mil-linery world with great display. Hat and bag sets of striking plaids or stripes are among the fetching con-- ceits that tune to the enthusiasm shown for high color. Veilings galore are enlivening the millinery scene this spring. The hat without a veil is the exception rather than the rule. In arranging veils you are supposed to do just as fancy dictates, the more whimsical, the more erratic, the more altogeth-er adorably irresponsible so far as following form and conventions, the smarter. Navy is classic for spring suits, coats and dresses. The navy blue hat of chic peach-baske- t variety shown below to the left in the pic-ture is topped oft with a cluster of soft pink ribbon bows nestled in-side the top of the crown. A sheer navy veil is draped around the crown with ends flying in the back. This model is also available in other fashionable color combinations. Black hats with colorful accents are an accepted mode for dressy spring wear. The crown of the black felt Watteau, shown above to the right, is sprightly decked with chartreuse and fuchsia flowers. The big bow at the back is of stiff char-treuse veiling. With her black lace afternoon dress Hildegarde, glamorous Amer-ican radio songstress, wears a black felt turban with bright Tuscan straw brim as pictured below to the right in the group. The newer shallow-crowne- d bre-ton- s stress forward moving slightly rolled brims higher at the back than front as pictured in the inset below. Bouquet Bracelets This charming model is a Pixie green felt with contrasting veil and ribbon band in navy. It is also seen in various other color combina-tions. Western Newspaper Union. t .., "tf inn iiiar"- - 3 Iterrecondition v,"" than new f,"dr, ' wear out. All M i2 RUDE 100MC.ntr!?. 3C-Small Waists m Becoming Necll 1tant detail fa mS dress becoming. T? designed for large figurJ plain, deep especially slenderizing l the waistline tend to J look Inches slimmer tv particularly comfortable work in, with its deep ar-- slashed sleeves, and easj It's easy to put on and s too, thanks to the button diagram design, it may Ik ished in a few hours. Cafe ham, percale or seersuci nice for this. For slender, youthful the heart-shape- frilk neckline of No. 1726 is j, charming and as flattering be! The pointed basque b minishes your waistline tt tically nothing, and tbt shouldered sleeves and skirt accent the slender j: the silhouette. Make this dress of silk crepe, ts! prints, and see if it does you many compliments! The Patterns. No. 1719 is designed fors 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and; 38 requires 4 yards of material; 4 yards of bra: No. 1726 is designed ton 14, 16, 18 and 20. Size Mi yards of 39-in- materi yards of pleating or ruffi: Send your order to The Circle Pattern Dept., . Montgomery Ave., San Fra Calif. Patterns 15 cents d each. Bell Syndlcate.-WNU- Strs CONSTIPAI Hara I Amailna ReWI Condition Duo to 9'"flJ Bo mild tt" tick beadaohes, bllloiu ip nw amodsted Without Riskrfe U not Hellghted. return the refund the purchase aflfx Ott NB Tablet! today, g fr ALWAYS C A aV. 0 Warn of Dii f 'Kidney Actios! Modern Hf. with 3 4 Irregular habitt, ,tajjj3 tion throwi '2 wi and fail "''I and over-taxe- d other impurities I"H headache, may dizz.nM VW'J tired, nervous, a" ""jd,! .( kidney or ",.4 ' burning.sntyortfrM Use PoaiTs ''' 2a if of kidneys to get rid j They are body wsste. urinary tract and tenjiJ tion and the psm "J ful people rwoninM mo have hal more than forWJ, , approval. Ait yo" "TZff THREE SHUTTERED HOUSES Ben Ames Williams' story of death and Intrigue ' ' t m In the lives of three families will thrill you. Inspector l?4; f 1 Tope and Miss Moss, your old detective friends of ff& f fiction, finally solve the mystery, but only after f?'' - ! enlisting the aid of June Leaford and Clint Jervies, fj&J&S , V, , two young people involved in the unfolding of the bH fts ..- -( d,ama- - V : !h Begin, Todey VJ tlfv'7 i Gil.-C- od 58 STIAIOHT iOURION WHISKIT ftryrUM KttKmal Plitinr Fwxraeto ComerM! KmTart, W. T. Tg rBOOT frNU W 'Vf GUIDE B0 I GOOD VAjl lr act ly wIlm you "' V" f L c.n -- t.y, a- -d wb"' Vl , The der'k J 1 really auJde "iuHl yon make . habit ' fully, you can pi" Trtf sad aave yoaraeU By BEN AMES WILLIAMS Copyright WNO SERVICt Suddenly she said: "Thank you!" "No trouble," Clint assumed her. "I'll take you anywher-e- " "I didn't mean that," she said honestly. "But It's not far." He felt, rather than saw, that sh was breathing with long careful in-halations, as though she had to be on guard lest she shudder or sob. He asked slowly: "Something frighten you? Can't I help?" "No, no." the girl told Clint, her voice trembling. "I'm not afraid. I'm not." She whispered with a sud-den passion: "I'm not! I won't be That nightgown, for all its severe simplicity, was pressed close to her body by the wind; it was glued to her by the rain. Clint saw that this was. Incredibly, a girl, not a woman at all. A rather tall girl, slender without being thin. She had run gracefully, he remembered that His heart was pounding, shaking him. He pulled up the car and opened the door on the side toward her. "What's the matter?" he asked. He spoke carefully, in a gentle tone, so that he might not frighten her further. "What's the matter? Any-thing I can do?" "No, no," she stammered. She was breathless, panting. "I can give you a lift," he urged. of lightning. He passed for a while no residences at all; but as he crossed the flat top of Kenesaw Hill he saw, dimly through the rain, some, houses set absurdly close to-gether, to one side of the road. Clint thought it was as though they hud-dled near one another in this soli-tude for the sake of company. The front door of the middle one of these houses was open, with a light burn-ing in the hall, and he decided that the door had blown open, that some-one would presently come down and shut it. Then the houses fell behind him as he drove on. In the illumination of an especial-ly bright flash of lightning, he had an impression of something white, moving, beside the road ahead of CIIAPTEE I 1 Objects at rest have inertia; they are hard to move. But objects in motion may by the least force be diverted, and their whole' future course thus changed. It Is so with lives; for life is motion, and this is particularly true in youth. A young man's most casual encounter may modify his whole life thereafter, in splendid or in dreadful ways. It was Mabel Gaye who performed this function for Clint Jervies. Ma-bel was of no least importance in Clint's eyes. He had never met her till Enid Mason's dance at the Som-erset, and he saw with some dis-taste upon their first encounter that Mabel had had a little too much to drink. But the youngster who was her escort for the evening was In afraid!" Yet he saw that she was desperate with terror. "Listen," he urged. "I don't want to butt in. But don't you need someone to stand by?" "I'm all right," she insisted. He nodded; but he said gently: "I'm Clint Jervies. I'm respecta-ble. If you ever want help, I'd like to" She said: "Let me out, please." Clint protested: "I don't mean to bother you. You needn't run away from me." "This is where I want to go," she insisted. "Quick. Stop." Clint obeyed her. The car had scarce ceased moving before she slipped to the ground. She closed the door behind her. She called: "Thank you." Then she was gone, vanishing into the wood beside the road. He hesitated, all reluctance. The rain still pelted; lightning flickered remotely, or crashed close at hand. He saw something like a path where she had disappeared. But she was gone, and Clint rue-fully drove on. He passed a cross-road; and presently the way he fol-lowed joined the main thoroughfare into Boston. Before he came home he had de-cided what to do. Inspector Tope had proved long ago his capacity for finding an answer to the most ob-scure conundrums; the old man might be able to read the answer to this riddle of a lovely girl, scanti-ly clad, running so desperately along a lonely country road in the night and in the rain. It was too late to seek out the In-spector and Miss Moss tonight; but tomorrow, Clint decided, he would go to them with this fantastic tale. (TO BE CONTINUED) "This is no night" She appeared to change her mind. She came toward him, and he swung the door wide. "Yes, take me on," she bade him. "Straight on." And she climbed into the car and sat down beside him in the wide seat here. She was, of course, drenched. "Put on my coat," he urged, and started to strip it off. "No, no," she repeated. "It's not far." And she urged: "Go on. Quick-ly, please!" He set the car in motion; and he looked at her sidewise in an in-credulous and delighted wonder. Her hair, heavy with water, lay across her shoulders in dark rib-bons; her single garment was so much a part of her that she seemed like wet marble. He thought of sculptured nymphs under a foun-tain's arching screen. In one swift glance he saw her entire, and She did not return his glance; but neither did she seek to cover herself from his eyes. Her own were fixed straight ahead; yet by something in her very posture, in the rigidity which she maintained, he knew she was conscious of his scrutiny, fighting to ignore it, choked and stifted by her own sud-den realization of how she must ap-pear to him. Clint, in a swift sympathy and tenderness, switched off the dash-ligh- t, so that she sat in a cloaking darkness. He kept his eyes there-after upon the road and did not look at her again. So presently he felt her relax a little, beside him; and he was conscious that she studied him for a long moment, with a deep attention. worse case than she, and in no con-dition to drive a car; so a little be-fore midnight Clint, who had on this occasion no feminine responsibilities of his own, volunteered to take Ma-bel safely home, and had Enid's thanks for that consideration. When he and Mabel emerged from the hotel, it was raining, gusty squalls with an occasional roll of thunder; and Mabel lived a dozen or fifteen miles out of Boston along the Providence road, so that the drive was a long one. As soon as they were in the car, she went to sleep and stayed asleep till Clint roused her to direct him through the last stages of the journey. When they reached her door, she urged him to come in, and when he de-clined this invitation, she insisted on being kissed good night Clint thus far obliged her; but he said at once afterward: "I'll have to run along now. There's some construction on the road. I had to detour, coming out. It will take me an hour to get back to town." "Oh, you don't have to hurry," she pleaded. "You can dodge all that by going over Kenesaw Hill." And to his questions, she gave him directions how to find this by-way. At a certain traffic-ligh- t he must turn to the right ... He nod-ded his understanding, but insisted on departing. She stood in the open doorway still pleading, while he got into the car at the foot of the steps; but when she saw that he was bound to go, she called softly: "Well, good night! And thanks a lot! You were a peach to bring me home. Telephone me tomorrow." "Sure will," Clint promised. "I'll be seeing you." He was perfectly sincere in this promise; but as a matter of fact it was more than two years before he saw her again, and he had by that time completely forgotten their former encounter. Yet if he had not taken Mabel home, and returned to town by way of Kenesaw Hill, there is no reason to think he would ever have seen June Leaford, and Kitty Leaford's death must have gone unremarked, and those three shuttered houses on the Hill might well have hid their dark secret to the end . . . Clint left Mabel Gaye standing in her own door and drove away. He chuckled and rubbed his lips with the back of his hand where she "No, no," she stammered. She was breathless, panting. him, and just beyond the range of his headlights. You often saw crea-tures along the road at night, saw them usually as two red spots that were eyes, saw them later as dark shadows where a cat or a dog squat-ted to watch you pass. But this thing was not two red spots; it was a white bulk. His headlights caught it now. Moving-y- es, running. He leaned forward more intently. This was a person, running ahead of him along the road. It was a wom-an, running ahead of him through the rain. There was a curious shapelessness about her; and he recognized the reason for this: her dark hair was streaming over her shoulders, so that she seemed to have no head. Her feet, he thought, were bare. A woman in a night-gown. He was within fifty yards of her now, overtaking her. The night-gown, he saw, was not of silk or satin or any soft material; it ap-peared to be a sober garment, en-tirely lacking In frivolity; yet it was indubitably a nightgown, and by the same token there could be no doubt that it was the only gar-ment this woman wore. Clint was driving slowly, and the woman ran swiftly, so that she kept for an instant this distance ahead of him. Then, like a wild animal which perceives the hopelessness of straightaway flight, she suddenly turned aside off the road, and she tripped and fell headlong, and swung around in one swift motion and came to her feet again. Like a creature at bay she faced him, her back set against the trunk of a great tree. He would remember the picture she made. He saw her face, a white oval framed in the dark shad-ows of her hair. One strand of hair was plastered across her brow and cheek by the rain, like a black band across her countenance. She brushed this desperately aside. had kissed him; and he thought so-berly that someone ought to tell her a few things, and was amused at his own puritanic mind. He had not always been so austere, and he for-got Mabel now to think about him-self, as a young man is apt to do. Before Clint's father died, the old-er man must have suspected that Clint and his sister Clara were not ready for for he created the Jervies Trust; and Miss Moss, an angular middle-age- d wom-an with a surprising tenderness be-neath her iron exterior, who had been Mr. Jervies' secretary, be-came the actual if not the titular head of that Trust. She had been almost like a foster-mothe- r to these children since their own mother died, and continued in that role. Clint, reflecting tonight in a mild amusement on his own virtuous dis-approval of Mabel Gaye, thought Miss Moss would likewise be amused at his attitude. She had used to be so deeply distressed by Clint's own recklessness, and Clara's too. But that was better than a year ago, and times were changed. Clint himself now administered the Jer-vies Trust, and shrewdly too; he was become a sober-minde- d young man of affairs. He thought tonight that sobriety and virtue might sometimes mean a certain loneli-ness. When she could trust Clint to stand on his own feet. Miss Moss had married Inspector Tope; and Clara, long before that, was mar-ried to young Mat Hews, whose new play would open in Chicago in a day or two. Considering these things tonight, Clint decided it must be fun to be married, if you found the right girl. Then he came to the traffic light Mabel Gaye had described to him, and turned off the main highway, up Kenesaw HilL It was near one o'clock in the morning; and the shower was on in full forcea drenching rain, flares Name Robert of Teutonic Origin; Means 'Of Shining Fame'; Is Favored by Many Robert, for centuries a favorite name, is of Teutonic origin and means "of shining fame." Origi-nating in Germany, it is used in eight languages and has about 20 forms. Its noted bearers are nu-merous, writes Florence A. Cowles in the Cleveland Plain Dealer. Robert Bruce (1274-1329- Scot-land's national hero, shall head the list. Third of his noble house to bear the name, he is called Libera-tor of Scotland, of which country he was king for the last 23 years of his life. Other kings of Scotland have also borne this name. Robert Burnes (d. 1796), Scotch poet, and Robert Browning (d. 1889), English poet, are two who deserve special mention. Other great Roberts of the past are, briefly: Dudley, earl of Leices-ter (d. 1588), whom many believe to have been secretly the husband of Queen Elizabeth; Blake (d. 1657), English admiral; Herrick (d. 1674), English poet who wrote "I had not loved thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more"; Boyle (d. 1691), English physicist, discoverer of Boyle's law, relating to pressure of gases; Harley, earl of Oxford and Mortimer (d. 1724), British states-man. Lord Clive (d. 1774), founder of the British Empire in India; Adam (d. 1792), architect, designer of fur-niture; Emmet (d. 1803), Irish pa-triot; Morris (d. 1806), signer of the Declaration of Independence, found-er of the Bank of Philadelphia, old-est financial institution in the United States; Paine (d. 1814), lawyer, signer of the Declaration of Inde-pendence; Fulton (d. 1815), first to apply steam to navigation with practical success. Blair (d. 1828), Scottish astron-omer, remembered also for suggest-ing the use of lime juice in the British navy as a preventive of scurvy; Hoe (d. 1833), inventor of the Hoe press; Hoe, grandson of the foregoing (d. 1909), inventor of the rotary and multicolor presses; Southey (d. 1843), poet laureate of England whose works fill more than 100 volumes; Lee (d. 1870), comma-nder- in-chief of the Confederate army. Stevenson (d. 1894), author of "Treasure Island," etc.; Ingersoll (d. 1899), orator and agnostic; Koch (d. 1910), German bacteriologist who discovered the tuberculosis ba-cillus; Peary (d. 1920), discoverer of the North Pole; LaFolIette (d. 1925), governor of Wisconsin and presidential candidate; Hilliard (d. 1927), actor and playwright. Combining Jacket Being Modernized The fussy "combining jacket" that mother used to wear has been super-seded by a trim rubber cape which has many other uses besides keep-ing stray hairs from settling on a clean dress or blouse. Slipped on and off in a jiffy, it is ideal for re-pairing complexions and for wash-ing up at odd moments when there isn't time to disrobe. One of the newest make-u- p capes on the market has a little pocket in the form of a flower for holding hair pins, powder puff, or comb. The soft rubberized fabric takes to soap and water like a dish cloth, thus making it possible to keep its deli-cate pastel colors flower-fresh- . Utter Poverty ,y Debt is the worst m A erty. Proverb,. oi |