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Show THE 0.6 (L H3 TIMES-NEW- NEPHI, UTAH S, randiuq Iron 2Q2 Mannish Tailored Spring Suits; New Spring Hats and Accessories THE fenst of a thousand welcomes that Is now hastening back to us. It was never banished, but finding Itself s crowded by and even less clean-cu- t frocks, worn under top coats, it silently slipped away and almost effaced itself. A lit tle absence of the mannish or boyish tailored suit will a long way lusionment. He knew that the house with American women, go our especially was empty of welcome. He took oil who delight In being women, young his hat and coat dejectedly. Thre somewhat boyish themselves. Now the were footsteps of his man who came tailored suit Is being heralded every from the far end of the hall. where and womankind has made up noWhile he stood waiting, Jasper Its uilnd, collectively and individually. ticed the absence of a familiar fragrance. For the first time In years Betty had forgotten to order flowers. The red roses which Jasper always caressed with a long, appreciative finger as he went by the table In the ' ' hall, were missing. Their absenci gave him a faint sensation of alarm, "Mr. Kane, Mrs. Morena's brother, has called to see you, sir. He is waiting." Jasper's eyebrows rose. "To see me? Is he with Mrs. Morena now?" Mrs. Morena went cut "No, sir. this morning and has not yet returned. Mr. Kane has been here since five o'clock, sir." "Very well." It was a mechanical speech of dismissal. The footman went off. Jasper stood tapping his chin with his finger. Woodward Karie come to see him during Betty's absence! Woodward had not spoken more than three or four ley words of necessity to him since the marriage. After a stiff, ungracious fashion this brother had befriended Betty, but to his Jewish brother-in-lahe had shown only a slightly disguised distaste. The Jew was well used to such a manner. He treated It with light bitterness, but he did not love to receive the users l 1 of it In his own house. It was with l "li i heightened color and bent brows that i f he pushed apart the long, crimson "l hangings and came into the immense NeiuTin Burt Bij KatharineKathmrin N. Burt Copyright by CHAPTER VII 19 i'He Continued. i climbed In beside the wheel. He as very tired, but he had remembered that Jane West, when he had last seen her, had worn a look of profound discouragement. She never comivlained, but when he saw that particular expression he was frightened and the responsibility for her came heavily upon him. This wild thing he had brought to New York must not be allowed to beat Its head dumbly against the bars. When he had got rid of his driver, he turned the car northward, and a few minutes later Mathllde, the French maid chosen by Betty, opened Jane's door to him. While he took off his coat he looked along the hall and saw its owner sitting, her chin propped on a latticework of .fingers. She was gazing out of the window. It was a beautiful, desperate silhouette; something fateful in the long, still pose and the fixed look. She was still dressed in street clothes as when she had left the theater, a blouse and skirt of dark gray, very plain. Her figure, now that It was trained to slight corseting, was less vigorous and more 8he was very thin, but she had lost her worn and haggard look ; the premature hard lines had almost disappeared ; a softer climate, proper care, rest, food, luxury had given back her young, clear skin and the brightness of eyes and Hps. Her hair, arranged ery simply to frame her face In a broken setting of black, was glossy, and here and there, deeply waved. It was the arrangement chosen for her by Betty and copied from a drawing of the duchess of Towers. It was hard to believe that this graceful woman was the virago Jane, harder for any one that had seen a heavy, handsome girl stride Into Mrs. Upper's hotel and ask for work, to believe that she was here. Morena clapped his hands In the eastern fashion of summons, and Jane looked toward him. "Oh," she said, "I'm glad you came." He strolled In and stood beside her shaking his head. "I didn't like the look of you this afternoon, my dear." -- "Well. sir." said Jane. "I don't like the look of you, either." She smiled fine-draw- her slow, sit down unself-consclou- smile. s lonely places why, It would be scared to follow Into this city." "You're lonely, Jane. I've told you a hundred times that you ought to make friends for' yourself." "Oh, I don't care for that. I don't want friends, not muny friends. These acting people, they're not real folks. I don't savvy their ways and they don't savvy mine. They always end by disliking me because I'm queer and different from them. You have been my friend, and your wife that Is, she used to be." Suddenly Jane became more her usual self and spoke with childlike wlstfulness. "She doesn't come to see me any more, Mr. Morena. And I could love her. She's so like a little girl with those round eyes " Jane held up two circles made by forefingers and thumbs to represent Betty's round eyes. "Oh, dear!" she said; "isn't she awfully winning? Seems as If you must be taking care of her. She's so small and fine." Jasper laughed with some bitterness. "She doesn't like me now," sighed Jane, but the feelings Betty had hurt were connected with a later development so that they turned her mood and brought her to a more normal dejec tion. She was no longer a caged beast, she had temporarily forgotten her bars. 'I think you're wrong," said Jas per doubtfully. "Betty does like you. She's merely, busy and preoccupied. I've been neglected myself." Jane gave him a far too expressive look. It was as though she bad said. You don't fancy that she cares for you?" Jasper flushed and blinked his long. Oriental eyes. It's a pity you haven't a lover. Jane." he said. She had walked over to the window. and his speech, purposely a trifle cruel and Insulting, did not make her turn. "You're angry," she said. "You'd and I'll make tea f6r you." He knew that thought for tome one else was the best tonic for her mood, so he dropped, with his usual limp (race. Into the nearest chair, put back d his eyes. his head and half-close- Tin used up," he said; "I haven't word not one to throw at a Jog." "Please don't throw one at me, then. I surely wouldn't take It as a compli ment." She made the tea gravely, as absorbed In the work as a little girl who makes tea for her dolls. She brought him his cup and went back to her place and again her face settled Into that look. She had evidently for gotten him and her eyes held a vision as ef distances. He put a hand up to break her fixed faze. "What Is it. Jane? What do era see?" To his astonishment she hid her face In her hands. "It's awful to live like this," she moaned; and It fright ened him to see her move her head The French Maid Chosen by Batty from side to side like an imprisoned Opened the Door for Him. beast, shifting before bars. go home. I'm not In good huHe looked about the pretty room better mor myself." this?" "Like nd repeated, At which he laughed bis murmur to "I hate It I" She spoke through her ing, musical laugh and prepared her. teeth. "I hate It! And. oh, the sounds, leave "I have a great deal of courage," the noises, grinding Into your ears. Here the hands came to her ears he said, getting Into his coat, "to bring a wildcat here, chain her up, and and framed a white, desperate fare In tease her eh?" which the lids had fallen over sick "You think you have me chained?" eyes. Her tone was enraged and scornful. Jasper sat listening to the hum and roar and clatter of the street. To him "I can snap your flimsy little tether It was a pleasant sound, and here It and go." She wheeled upon him. She looked was subdued and remote enough. Her face was like that of some one mad tall and fierce and free. "No, no," he cried with deprecating dened by noise. voice and gesture. "You are making "You don't smell anything fresh" Luck's fortune and mine, not to her chest lifted "you don't get air. I Mr. mention your own. You mustn't break In.' can't breathe. Kverythlng presses used to them. We She opened her eyes, bright and des- jour chains. Getknow. all have to. yon It's much the Mr. I am "What doing her. perate. best method." Morena?" "I shall never get used to this life, He had put down his cup quietly, of her, never. It Just somehow Isn't mine." for he was really "Perhaps when you meet Mr, Luck "Why did you come. Jane?" "Because I was afraid of some one. he'll be able to reconcile you." . Her expressive face darkened. I was running away, Mr. Morena. There's some one that mustn't ever "When shall I meet Mr. Luck?" "Soon, I hope." find me now, and to run away from "I hate Mr. Luck more than any him that was the business of my life low. And It kept ray heart full of him and one In the world," she said In the dread of his coming. Yon see. that quiet voice. was my happiness. I hoped he was Jasper stared. "Hate html Why, In the name of savagery, should you taking after me sos I could run way." She laughed apologetically hate him?" "Oh, I can't explain. But you'd bet "Ioes that sound crazy to you?" How came he to And ter keep us apart. "No. 1 think I understand. e'ite The Leopardess'?" here?" T shall lev him to tell you that. "He'll never come here. He'll never find me. It's been four years. And Good night." I'm so changed. This" she gave ber- CHAPTER VIII elf a downward look "this Isn't the . . . wants by he Pmbably gel' now he's given me up. Maybe he's Gray Envelopes. It was with more than the usual found another. Kverythlng that's bad nd hateful can find me ont here. Bad sinking of heart that Jasper let him things can find you out and try to self that evening Into the hesnttfu! clutch after you anywheres. But when house which Betty and he called their something wild and clean comes hunt home. Joan' too expressive look had teg (or yo, something oat of the big stung the old soreness of hi disil mm j half-afrai- coat-dresse- It was softly lighted and pleasantly warmed. A fire burned. The tall, fair visitor rose from a seat near the blaze and turned all In one rigid piece to ward his advancing host. Jasper was perfectly conscious that his own pes ture and speech of greeting were too eager, too Ingratiating, that they had a touch of servility. He hated them himself, but they were Inherited .with his blood, as Instinctive as the wag ging of a dog's tall. They were met by a precise bow, no smile, no taking of his outstretched hand. Jasper drew himself up at once, put the slighted hand on the back of a chair, and looked tall, crimson-damashis stateliest and most handsome self. "Betty hasn't come in yet," he said. "You've been waiting for her?" Woodward Kane pulled at his short, yellow mustache and stared at Jasper with his large blank, blue eyes, "As a matter of fact I didn't call to see my sister, but to see you. I have just come from Elizabeth. She Is at my house. She came to me this morn ing." Jasper's fingers tightened on the chair. "She is sick?" "No." There was a pause during which the blank, blue eyes staring at him slowly gathered a look of cold pleasure. Jasper was aware that this man who hated him was enjoying his present mission. "Shall we sit down? I shall have to take good deal of your time, I am afraid. There Is rather a good deal to be gone over." Jasper sat down in the chair the back of which he had been holding. "Will you smoke?" he asked, and smiled his charming smile. There was now not a trace of em barrassment, anger, or anxiety about him. His eyes were quiet, his voice flexible. Woodward declined to smoke. crossed his legs and drew a small gray envelope from his pocket. Jasper's eyes fastened upon it at once. It was Betty's paper and her angular, boyish writing marched across it. Evidently the note was addressed to him. He waited while Woodward turned It about In his long, stiff, white fingers. "About two months ago Betty came to me one evening In great distress of mind. She asked for my advice and to the best of my ability I gave it to her. I wish that she had asked for It ten years ago. She might have saved herself a great deal. This time she has not only asked for It. but she has been following it, and, In following it, she has now left your house and come to mine. This, of course, will not surprise you." "It does, however, surprise me greatly." It was still the gentle murmur, but Jasper's cigarette smoke veiled his face. "I cannot understand that. How ever. It's not my business. Betty has asked me to Interview yon today so thst she may be spared the humiliation. After this, you must address your communications to her lawyers. short time Rogers and luring In will serve you with notice of divorce." Jasper, sat perfectly still, leaning slightly forward, his cigarette between his fingers. "So-o!- " he said after a long silence. Then he held out Ms hand. "I may have Betty's letter?" t Suits of Checked and start the spring right with the sort d of p.ppnrel that is of all. So far there are three main inspirations to be traced In the new tailored suits: the box coat, the jacquette and the mandarin coat nre in the vanguard of the mode. But there are three-quartand even longer coats in their company and tilso some capes or cape attachments. It Is the plain, practical tailored suit that we are taking to heart first, especially in the new flannels they checked and cross-ba- r come in many variations and color combinations. There are convertible to best-love- er Tale FairyGRAHAM WTf 3QNATR. FATHER TIME "It's rather foolish the way people often speuk," said Father Time. lie was talking then to the Tlck-Toc- k Twins. They were at home In the big clock, nnd this was the way they answered him. They each spoke, using their own name as they did so. "Yes-Tic- Tlilnk-Tlck- "Yes-Toc- 3 Ly- - , So-Tic- Thlnk-Toc- ." "People," Father Time continued, "will say to each other: " 'Now hurry, you only have a little time left. You've Just a little bit of time left.' "Or. they say : " 'Time has been bunging so heavily upon my hands lately.' "They have no right to say that," Father Time continued. "I don't hang heavily on any one's hands. I never got on a pair of hands In my life. 'And neither should they speak of me ns though they owned me. I don't think they should Just sny, 'You only have a little time left, as though I belonged only to them. "I do not mind this so much, though. as when they grumble about me pass ing slowly. "That I object to. I give them such chances for good times and Interest ing times and Jolly times. "But I don't like any of them to think I'm acting just for them. Father "I'm acting for everyone. Time Is for all for everyone, everywhere ! "I give forth the mlnntes and the hours and the days and I say: " 'Here, people, here are wonderful moments and hours and days and weeks and months and years, for you. They will be very evenly and Justly and fairly divided. Here they are. Now enjoy them.' "Perhaps I don't exactly say this. but In my own way I give them to un derstand that Is my meaning. "Oh dear, I do hate it so when people grumble about me. "Of course I will admit that I excuse them when they're In a hurry for , V 4,' V' il l hj S if 4 ft yS?dtveiii And Toi'k kept putting In his words, too. l r drawing-room- . k "You The messengers of her gracious majesty the Springtime are now among us notifying us that she Is on her way and inviting us to make ready for her coming. Already new huts, new garments and accessories are presented In the shops while women have time to consider and compare und make the right choice. Nothing better In early spring appurel will follow these first displays. In fact the first presentations are apt to be the best Hats and scarfs, capes and neckwear all promise a season of the most tasteful and cheerful dressing. In millinery for spring there are many Daddy Cross-Ba- r Flannel. tailored hats und great numbeis of these are made of roilan straw braid, with silk, ribbon or millinery fabrics. Ribbons are used lavishly and some entire hats are made of them. The grosgraln and moire weaves appear to be In greatest favor. For trimming, in addition to ribbon, many Jeweled ornaments, fine feathers and flat effects in flowers are used, but as the summer comes an abundance of flowers in varied trims are promised. It is the early spring hat that concerns us. The hat and cape to match are made in combination pill Talking to the Twins. He Was Tick-Toc- something wonderful to come off, that they know will come off, In the very near future. "I will admit that I excuse them for these things. "But Father Time feels heavy-hearte- d and sad when people are Just weary of him. "That makes lilm blue, ne doesn't like it when they say: " 'Goodness, there is nothing to do. He has heard many more grown-up- s than children say that. In fact, he thinks children are fine about appreciating him. "Yes," Father Time ended, "that Is what he thinks." And the Tick-TocTwins in the k clock sold "Tock-ycs- , tock-tha- tock-he- v V.. , 1 , : , tock-ls- , t, tock-wha- t, tock-thlnks- Of course only Father Time could understand the talking of the Twins for he was used to Time Talk, as most people would simply have heard them saying : "Tick-Tock- . repenting their names over and over again. Tick-Tock,- " Beauty and Car Seats :flt?t: ' V ' n ?F" '::A?'4M;. ,!1 .11 fnY "2 Early Spring Styles in Millinery. collars among the new arrivals which of crepe de cblne In tan. The cape U can be worn tip about the neck or scalloped at the bottom and hemturned back. Jahoti and even stock stitched. Flat silk flowers In tan and collars follow in the wake of these brown outline the standing collar and simple new suits, but the plain, round cover the coronet about the turban. collar and ribbon tie holds first place. The small hnt at the right of brown A typical suit t checked flannel. In taffeta silk and pctnllne braid has a light and e'erp tun shades, presents visor at the front and a brown lace Itself at the rlslit of the two suits pic- veil thnt lies about the shape and falls tured nnd the photograph tells all Its oft at the rlfc'ht side and partly across the face. On the left a little poke story. (TO Bl!, CONTINUED.) The model at the left Is made of shape of black mllsn Is handsomely crossbar flannel In beige and brown trimmed with wide Mock mulre ribbon About the Limit. nnd may be developed as a skirt nnd and a rlilnestone pin. ltlhbon In blue crank o Tonr friend Wheeler Is garment. nnd Mark covers the upturning brlrn jaivjuette or as a punctuality. Isn't he?" said Smith, Plain fininel makes the graceful col- of the Mack nillan hnt that Is finished "I should say be Is," replied Brown. lar, bonier the flaring cuff anl pro- with a wide bow across the back. "Why, he even carries his watch In ths vides the girdle nnd small flat buttons JULIA BOTTOMLKT. rear pocket of his trousers. Just t are covered with It WuUra Nswap&yar Uniea,) ever behind his Usa being prevent one-piec- e (. "There are many pretty girls In this country." remarked P.luebeile, herself listed as no bad looker by competent Judges. "I own p to it," responded her chum. Ariadne. "The musical shows teem with them. The movies require them. You see them In stores. In offices everywhere. Yes, this country is full of beautiful glrW. But" "But what?" "It would take Helen of Troy to gYt a seat on a street car now." Keeps It Bright In order to keep silver that Is not tn constant use In good condition, fill a paper with alternate layers of forks, spoons and other objects and common flour that is perfectly dry. If the silver Is bright and dry when yoo put It away It may be used at any time without helng cleaned for a year or two. After this time the flour needs drying again. 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