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secret service as manipulated by eomi PACKING THE GRIP. "When I went to the store to see PROGRESS OR VANDALISM. TELEPHONE TYRANNY order Ice cream, ayd flip into a nei'i and dainty frock. No time to relax till Jonathan and Frances shall depart But for the telephone they would have notified you via Uncle Sam's mail, and would have bad your rest day as meant to have it without hindrance or Interruption. Here is John's side of it.

I aldre3 John is a good citizen, I hope. Perhaps you belong to the public a some detail of your me. mosi pi do. Very few of us escape wholly some obligation to the community which we live, and we are constantly reminded that the wishes of individual must, be subordinate to good of society. After a full and trying business day.

a day of strife you eat your supper, put on dressing gown and shippers and unfold your newspaper. The lamp sheds soft glow over the room. Your wife opposite you, in hor hands a bit dainty -needlework. In the parlor; across the hall your pretty daughters entertaining a lad or two of the neighborhood. You can see them by lifting your eyes; you hear the soft murmur of their voices.

Such ai evening at nome taues a man in at-cady. Your heart is beating time tu old lilt: pleasured and palaces though may roam, it ever so humble, there's no place like homo. charm from the skies seems to hallow us thero That seek through the world Is not mot with elsewhere." Hackneyed as the lines have become, familiar to tho commonplace, they are very beautiful. They bubble up like spring water through green moss, and keep sweet and fresh the sentiment of love for the home, that so deeply rooted in every true heart. Into this sphere of peace there penetrates a clamorous appeal, not very loud, but very positive.

Yon go to the telephone. "Hello!" "Hello! Is this you, Mr. Morrison?" "Yes, Mr. Shackelford." Mr. Shackelford proceeds: "There la to bo a meeting of the ruslees of tho church, a called meet ing, at my houso in 15 minutes.

It ii most important. Wo depend on you. You know about. and and it won't do for you to be absent. In 15 minutes, please.

Good-by." Or. it it is not a church meeting, it borough meeting, or a political gathering of some description; or else A group of people proinlso to come to you on their way back from wherever they happen to be, and the sum of it In that you lose your home evening. It is gone; it has tied before the teio-phone. Well, there is a seamy side to near ly all of life's tapestry. We reap cer tain benefits, but we pay tne price.

This telephone-tyranny annoys us a lit tle, but it would bo like going bacK in Noah's Ark to do without it, On tho whole, we hug our chains. PRESENT FOR A MAN. Case for Pipes May Be Made by Deft Fingers at Small Outlay of Time and Trouble. Ladies who like to make presents for their gentlemen friends will find such a as we illustrate very acceptable. It can be fashioned from the top of a pair of long kid or suede gloves, or a piece of new kid may be used.

There are two pieces, one beinj A PIPE CASK. cut longer than the other at the U.j of tho bowl part, so that it may be buttoned over. Tho kid should bo lined with satin, the edges of which should be turned in and slip stitched a trifle below the edges of kid; then the two pieces are placed together and machine-stitched close to the edge all round. A small buttonhole is worked in the flap, which is fasteued to a button on front part. BITS OF FASHION.

Black, dark blue and brown gowna require light gloves, ruffles, a light vest or yoke and undersleeves, but the new millinery may correspond with the gown, reiicveu wun tne ugnier lum-. if a touch of color is needed, add a cluster of carnations in the dress and (lowers of corresponding color to the millinery, but no colored trimmings on a dark gown of solid coloring. And hats there never were so many radical changes. It's as if the whole world millinery were In a state of up heaval. Big hats appear here and tjiere half-shame-faced before the tiny, tip- of the cleverest, most asuite and ingenious scoundrels in the world.

With such thoughts crowding in on and with a sense of insecurity and mystery surrounding the whole business, it is not surprising that the young attache was silent and prepossessed dinner, though he did his lovl best appear cheerful and at ease. Immediately the ladies had withdrawn Malvern at once sought his room, locked the door, and feverishly perused the book of poems, which ho put into his pocket, and searched further revelations. "Be careful" he spelled out again anfl again; and scattered about the pages other dotted words, which, when deciphered, read: "You are being watched. Be on your guard against two." That was all; but it was enough to quicken his pulses, and set him throbbing with excitement. Was Vera acquainted with his forthcoming visit to England with the dispatches? That was a question he asked himself repeatedly, but found no satisfactory solution.

Well, he had received warning, and hoped to profit by it. would start on his mission without instaut's delay. For greater security placed the dispatches, firm If fastened, under his shirt. Without waiting to change into tweeds, he put on an overcoat ana a cap. He chartered a closed cab, and, so as not to excite any suspicion, told tho driver to proceed slowly to an outlying suburb, whence he intended to entrain for Calais.

He had been driving for about three-quarters of an hour, when the sound of a sharp but distinct teuf. teuf! caught his ear, and set him all agog. Were these Russians "the two" to whom Vera's cipher had evidently referredin pursuit? The motor rapidly approached, and was evidently whirring along at terrific speed. As security aeainst possible accident tho driver stopped well to the left of the road and watched for the motor to pass. In another moment the motor was on them, and whether by accident or design Malvern could never determine, but just as the car whizzed past, the back left wheel caught the right front wheel of the carriage.

There was a sharp wrench and a jerk, and the front of the cab was complete wreck. Heedless of the driver's cries and curses, Malvern sprang out, flung him his fare, and started to run after the motor at topmost speed, for he thought he had caught a glimpse of a huddled female form in the car as it flashed by; and he also fancied he recognized both the Russians. He on until almost exhausted, following the trail of the car on the muddy road as best he could, until the wheel marks turned off Into a narrow drive which terminated In a small house. He cautiously entered the drive, stepped quietly on the grass, then made for some bushes, and, pushing them aside, stood, half concealed, looking at the only lighted window to be seen. I he front door was left open.

The car had been left near the gate for sudden emer gency. As he looked at the lighted window he suddenly became aware that a woman was peering out into the dark ness, and that the woman was vera Ivanovitch. Cautiously be stepped rom his place of concealment and endeavored to at tract the attention of Vera. At last she both saw and recognized him. Quietly she opened the window and let down a rope" made from a couple of rugs which she had securely fastened inside.

Then, with desperate p) ick, the brave girl swung over the sill, caught on to the rugs, and scrambled down to Malvern, who caught her as she fell the last few feet. "Quick!" she whispered "The car!" She half dragged him to the motor, into which they both leaped. It was the work of a moment to start it, but no sooner had Malvern done so than two men the Russians ran. out of tho house. Two bullets whizzed harmless ly past the car, and In another moment Malvern and his precious charge were tearing back toward Paris, safe from pursuit.

The young attache safely de livered the dispatches. And that's how it was that Malverni got promoted in the diplomatic service and married Vera Ivanovitch. Vera had known that the two Rus sians were in the secret service and were watching the young attache. It was she who had endeavored to warn Malvern with her secret cipher, and bo had prac tically saved the situation. On pretense of driving her home after the dinner they had kidnaped her in order to make her reveal anything she might know of the young attache's movements, for they suspected that she was in league with Malvern.

They intended keeping her a prisoner In the house, under the strict surveil lance of two female custodians, until her father had offered a sum of money for her release. Both were ultimately captured and banished; and so twodan-gnrous men were routed from further injury to the interests of England and Japan. Chicago Tribune. Just Eesentment. "You say your beard began to grow when you were 16," remarked the vis itor at the dime museum.

"May I ask how long It has taken you to bring it to Its present magnificent proportions?" "Sir," said the Bearded Lady. Justly incensed, "you are the first man that has ever dared to ask my age!" Chi cago Tribune. Neighbors Rave, Too. Mrs. Nexdore Prof.

Fortay called at our house to-day and my daughter played for him. He Just raved over her playing. Miss P'pprey How rude! Why couldn't he conceal bin feelings the way the rest of us do 7 Philadelphia Press. the and or to ed bo about it," continued the visitor, i was that the lace had been sent to me, that it as returned, and the driver them that I did not want it. Of course that was one of those silly mis takes they are always making.

They probably took it to the wrong house the driver was told that the lace never been ordered. Anyway, when they looked for the remnant it gone sold, they said, on a bargain counter for 75 cents a yard. I paid $2 for mine. The clerk remem bered that you had bought it, but tney not know your address. I went where the directory said, but you moved." There was a pause for a moment and visitor looked inquiringly at Mrs.

Tryon. "Well." slowly inquired Mrs. Tryon. "Well," echoed the visitor, "I've come for the lace." Mrs. Tryon, with great calmness and keen appreciation of the situation, replied: "Indeed." There was another awkward pause.

"Why, of course," the visitor went on, a trifle nettled by the seeming In- MRS. TRYON MET HER DOOR. AT TUB Hiffprpnre of her hostess. What do you suppose I've been running tnis town nver for the last few days? Just to get acquainted with you?" "Whatever your object," Mrs. rryon responded, a bit nettled herself, "your trouble was useless." 'Do you mean to say that you won give me the lace?" The visitor was oa her feet and her eyes were nasmng.

"You certainly have grasped my meaning," retorted Mrs. Tryon. "But it's mine. I can't finish my dress without Why, It will ruin everything. The dress cost me $200, I tell you.

Surely you'll be lady enough to sell it to me. It only cost you 75 cents." "I couldn't think of parting with it," Mrs. Tryon interrupted. "Besides, I'm just ready to make it into a waist." "I'll give you for it," the thoroughly excited woman went on. "I've already spent $9 for material to go with it." "Will you take $15?" "Never." "You're a vicious, ugly old cat," the visitor snapped, and the door was generously slammed behind her by Mrs.

Tryon. "I'd have let her have it for $15," Mrs. Tryon said as she was telling her husband about it that evening, "if she had only been decent about it. But the hussy insulted me by her superior manner. I'd have liked to make that money, though.

Fourteen dollars and twenty-five cents Is a pretty good profit to make on one piece of 7a cent Ue jSiiliiii -YOU'RE A viciors, CAT." UGLT OLD mieht have got a real nice waist for that." "Yes," Tryon put In, "and you'll never enjoy wearing that waist now because you'll always be thinking how you lost $14.25 by keeping it." "Well, there's one satisfaction," Mrs. Tryon added, thoughtfully. "That hussy can't match that lace and she'll have to throw away what Bhe has ami hnv a ix'hnlfl new trimming. That'll cost her $20 or $30." So that now there are two very tin- happy women In town, all because a wagon driver made a little mistake. Kansas City Star.

Temperance Made in Germany. Germany continues to supply the) world with temnerance lessons, not withstanding the fact that it is common ly regarded as one of the greatest of drinking countries. The announcement comes that German chemists have dis covered a method of making beer which will have no alcohol in it. And. of course, without alcohol there will be no "fuddle." At various other times there have tome Indications of strong tern pf ranee sentiments in Germany.

If that country is going in for boozeU-sa beep and wine that will carry with it iioHicf cf the serpent, the tot I abstainer will not have to arc far to fled his earth! i ill Whet He Some But Why She But For No Oh, a father packs for traveling 1 There isn't much to do; chucks his best clean nightshirt in, handkerchief or two, collars and a toothbrush. And his silver-mounted comb. There's not so much a-doing When she old man goes from home And daddy packs the grip'. when ma goes traveling And takes us kids along. things is very din" rent.

And it's quite another song. first crowds in tlrree nighties. For the baby, me and Hay; There isn't room for hers, she says, She don't need it, anyway; there's brush and comb and scissors. Soap and powder, needles, thread; Pins and thimble and court-plaster, "Cause onc't I cut my head! Then there's camphor and witch-hazel. And there's vaseline and strings, Paper, pencil, stamps and crackers And such Jolly heaps inings, when we go a-traveling There's one thing we're agreed- one can tell beforehand Just what us kids will need.

And I speaks for bernannas. And Ray wants sugar lumps, And ma is firm for arnica. To bathe our worstest there's lots fun a-nustiing To squeeze things good anil tight, (knd there ain't no use a-talking For everything's all right When our ma she packs the grip" -Florence Perry Clark, in Good Housekeeping. oooooooooooooooooooo oooooo A Message in Cipher By JOHN SCHOLFIELD oooooaoo oooooooooooooooooo OU will deliver this packet into the hands of the Japanese ambassador, London, without a moment's unnecessary delay," said Sir Jasper Hale to Harold Malvern, an attache of the British embassy, Paris. "You are to cross from Calais, but do not entrain at Pari-i.

Drive, walk, or ride to one of the outlying suburbs, and entrain there. Return with the answer as soon as you can, and be prepared to start to-night." So saying, Sir Jasper handed Malvern small packet, and dismissed him. Hurriedly bidding his man pack up his valise, the young attache descended to the drawing-room, where a few suests were assembled, among them be inc the beautiful daughter of Faul Ivanovitch, chief secretary to the Rus sian embassy. Malvern at once ap proached her, for he had formed a great liking for the lovely girl. "Ah," said the girl, immediately brightening as he approached.

"I have not seen you for some time. Doubtless you have been busy, and have been unable to call?" "War has far reaching Influences," he returned, with a bright smile, "and even touches a humble attache like my self. War is doubly cruel when the demands it makes upon my time keep me from you," he added, in a whisper. "You English have not lost the art of paying pretty compliments," returned Vera Ivanovitch, with an appreciative little laugh. At this moment two Russians entered the room, and, after greeting their hostess, came towards Vera and Malvern.

The girl shrank back almost imperceptibly, and a half frightened look showed momentarily in her face. Malvern at once noticed it, and wondered at the cause. The next moment the two Russians had exchanged greetings with Vera herself. The younger he immediately Identified as a rich and well-known St. Petersburg man of fash ion, who moved in the best of diplomat ic circles, but whose record was not alto.

cether an enviable one. No one knew how he became possessed of his money, It was he from whom Vera had shrunk on seeing him approach. His companion Malvern did not re member having seen before. Ex actly why Malvern couldn't tell, but he was suddenly seized with a sort of premonition of mischief. He endeavored to attract Vera's at tention by every conceivable means, but no.

she would not meet his gaze. What power had the handsome young Russian over her? "0, by the way, Mr. Malvern," she said presently as the attache thought, with assumed indifference "you recollect I wanted you to read my mother's poems? I have brought the book with me and have marked my favorites." "Thank you," he said; "it's good of you. I will take every care or tne dook, and he commenced turning over the leaves, pausing at certain pages which Vera had marked. As he read he suddenly noticed that some of the letters had a tiny dot, no bigger than a pin's head, penciled over the top.

He paused for a moment, vaguely wondering if there were any hidden meaning in those mystic dots. What did those dots over the letters mean? Did they come by accident or design? Was Vera endeavoring to con vey to him a silent message? His attention became riveted on them. He began slowly to read: "By perfumed meadows and purling streams, The cows are browsing lazily; Far off the sound of Joyful song" Then he stopped. With a quick flash of intuition he singled out the dotted letters. There was b-e-c-a-r-e-f-u-1 all dotted.

In a moment he had It. "Be careful!" These were words that star tied him. It was indeed a message from Vera a message of warning. God bless her! She was as loyal and as true as steel. Other letters were dotted over the leaf, but Just as he was about to try to decipher the rest his hostess led the way to dinner, and, offering his arm to Vera, he followed the others Into the drawing-room.

Rave for a gentle pressure on his arm the girl pave no indication of any mes- eaor sign, to Mill vt-ni merely return! the pressure. ill knew that Russia was the een tcr tf plot and counterplot, and that her him, at to had for were the a He an he a SVhen we get Niagara harnrsscd And ner useless cliffs and crags Have been dried to feed the yearnings Of our yavrning money bags, tVhat a joy will thrill our bosoms-All romantic nonsense drowned JVs we hear her torrents thunder Through the wheel pit under ground! "Then we'll blast way Goat island, Turn it into building blocks. Tut a turbine in the wmnpooi, Build shot towers down the rocKs. 3Iow we'll pity our poor forebears. Prating of aesthetic taste, allowing, thoughtless fellows.

All those kilowatts to waste! Forward, Spirit of Progression! Nature's still a giddy shirk. Tear away her fancy toggings, Get her into trim for work. Turn the Adirondack forest Into neat and useful planks; Straighten out the crooked Hudson, Line with piers her grassy banks. Crush the Duniferberg for pavements. Make the Palisades cement, Fill the Catskills up with signboards Jxjts Of good rock space to rent, r.ip the redwoods into shingles.

Sow the Yellowstone to wheat, Turn the geysers into laundries And the bear and deer to meat. "What are mere aesthetic fancies. Hill or vale or wood or vine. To the graceful curves and meaning: Of the pleasing dollar sign? Y. Tribune.

A Disputed Remnant MRS. TRYON' keen appreciation for a bargain when it came under her observation did not always lead her into final happiness. Some things she bought just because they were cheap led her to the necessity of other purchases to go with them. And so her bargains were sometimes the cause of expenditures that she could not well afford. This wasvthe case with a yard of lace she found downtown at a remnant sale one morning.

It was a beautiful piece of work and she bad often desired something like it, but. the cost, $2 a yard, was prohibitive. This, morning, however, it was only a remnant and the price was 75 cents a yard. Mrs. "WHAT ARK YOU WITH GOING IT?" TO DO Trvon did not hesitate.

The coveted fabric was in her possession when she arrived at home. "What are you going to do with her husband asked, after he had ad mired the lace in his clumsy way "There don't seem to be much to do with." Mrs. Tryon smiled condescendingly. "Why, I'll make a waist of it, of course." "Of that?" her husband asked, in astonishment, as he noticed the flimsy character of the lace. "Not exactly, you goose," she replied.

"I mean I'll trim a waist with it." "Huh," responded the husband, "I guess it isn't such a bargain after all if you've got to buy something more to go with it." "Well," pouted the lady. "I need a nice waist, anyway." A fow days later she came home from a strenuous morning in a silk department with three yards of waist material. It had cost her $3. a yard, but as she explained to her lord and provider, "I couldn't gpt anything cheap that would look well with that 'fun live." For several days she planned and planned how she would make up the new waist, and when she finally made up her mind she called in her neighbors and had an exhibition of the goods and a descriptive lecture on low it was to be transformed into the dearest waist that ever was. To all of which the neighboring women agreed end each showed the proper degree of r-nvy over the bargain.

Shortly after the women had gone, a carriage drove up to the Tryon mansion and a styl ishly dressed woman alighted. Mrs. Tryon met her at the door. "Is this where Mrs. Tryon lives?" the woman inquired.

"I am Mrs, Tryon." "Oh, I'm so g'ad to have found you," the visitor went on with a sigh of re lief. "I've been searching for you for i overal days. There has been an awk ward mistake made, but I'm sure It cr.i br straightened out now." "Indeed," hummed Mrs. Tryon, ut terly nt a loss to fathom her visitor. "Yes.

You see, I am having an ex qu'tite dress made. It will cost over 0 when it Is finished, and it Is to be trimmed with lace. I got what tbot'ght would be sufficient lace, but when the dressmaker got far enough along she discovered we were going to be about a yard short. I found that was just another yard of the lace Hi fctore, and I ordered them to f-nd it out. I forgot all about It for days until the dressmaker i- me for the lace again, and thea 1 out It had never come." Mr.

Tryon began to be oervouo, ffl I ii told but told and had was did to had the a ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES OF MUCH-USED INSTRUMENT. llinor Discomforts Saved by That Weird Contrivance on the Wall Eeducing a Gas BUI by Telephone A Man's Housej No Longer His Castle If He Has' a Telephone It Disturbs One's Meals and Demands an Immediate Answer Importunate Trustees Break Into a Home Evening. BY MA KG Alt HT E. SANG STICK. (Copyright, by Joseph 15.

Ilowhs.) Undoubtedly the telephone is a great convenience. Whoever has had it in house would sacrif.ee many lux uries raiher than go without it. Time strength and letter-writing and telegrams, and all sorts of minor tils comforts are saved us by this weird contrivance on the wall, this mysteri ous tube into which wo speak; this odd receiver which brings us voices from afar. Wo want to talk with a friend, to ask after her sick husband, about her absent son; we are confronted by an emergency aud obliged leave home suddenly, or unexpect guests arrive, and the dinner must nicer, with an added course or two in every case the telephone is our friend. Certainly we should hate to do without it, this link that through the power of applied science binds us closer to our eomra.les on the road It is a great convenience, and to sime of us au indispensable necessity.

Take for examplo the woman club. How on earth could a club president, or secretary, or the cuair man of an imtiortant committee, on and manage her work and com municate with her fellow memoes if there were not the telephone? Every ody knows that a club, however small finds opportunity for endless discussion and arrangement and rearrangement, at other times than when in session. The telephone makes this confeenee possible and easy; it a boon of boons to tho club woman. Once In a personal experience, once only, and tho incident lives in mem ory as startling, tho telephone was found successful in reducing tne amount of an exorbitant gas bill! Householders know how difficult an enterprise this is, how seldom accomplished. On previous occasions, letters bail proved abortive, and interviews had found officials adamant, but the talk over the telephone, a party wire at that, proved Immediately reassuring.

Tho percentage asked for was crantcd: the obnoxious bill wa3 re duced to its rightful proportions If you want a doctor in the dead of night, it is not now needful for the man of tho house to dress and go hasti ly out in the cold and darkness; the telephone will rlns a signal at tin doctor's head, and he will riso from his bed, tell you what to do, or come himself in half tho time it used to take to eet him to patient. When there is sudden illnesa in the home you cry blessings on tho telephone, and they are heartfelt. And yet, It has its drawbacks. There Is a tyranny of the telephone that has done something to make life less si in Die than it used to be. There are moods in which one wishes she had never seen, never heard, never touched or handled tho littlo affair which has done more than any other single agent to rob life of privacy and lndepend ence.

Wo have often heard that a man house is his castle. It 1h, and it isn't. It depends on whether he has a tele phone. You may bolt, you may bar, you may lock at your will, But the telephone demon will pounce on you Btlll. No shutters exclude him, no key keeps him back, At the sound of the bell, he Is here on your track.

To cut off the service Is the only way to exorcise the invisible imp who disturbs you at your meals, breaks in on your prayers, and demands an instant answer to his summons with a peremptory haste, not unlike the old challenge of the footpad on Hounslow Heath: money or your life!" For Instance: You have decided to spend a day in quiet retirement, withdrawn from the world and its cares. You have planned to admit nobody; you wish to rest to relax, to let life's flood-tide refresh you, since too much work, too much talk, too much distraction of business has brought your powers to the ebb. In vain is your planning and precaution. The telephone rings and you takj down your receiver. Aunt Frances, Uncle Jonathan aud the children are on their way to spend the day with you.

They have just decided that they can come to-day, and will be with you about noon. Now you love your kinsfolk, and John'3, too. You like Aunt Frances better ihi.v. any other of John's aunts, and Uncle Jonathan Is an "old dear." The children are objectionable when you have a headache and are tired; they are stirring children, always on ihe rampage; always meddling; not well- trained, or well-bred, and you would willingly omit them irom tne pro gramme, but Aunt Frances is a devoted mother, who never leaves her brood at home. To put them off for a day would give offense, be misunderstood, and hurt John, who is most loyal to own people, and always delighted to Lave them under his roof.

Therefore you fiy around, dust chairs and tables get out the best make a salad you you John. in us from in the the and a sits of are the Bo A Is a tilted things we've been accustomed to and liked for their saucy littlo style. A new brown around town bril-. liant in comparison with tho rather lifeless color we usually mean by brown. It Is especially pretty In th horsehair hats, as the ruddy tint in it takes the light best in horsehair.

The revival of an old fashion is the sailor hat with wide crown and narrow brim. The favorite way of trimming them is to drape on a veil of niousseline de soie in one of the new, rich shades. Tiny three-cornered hats foi wee tots are trimmed with three prim rosettes of baby ribbon one on each place where the brim turns up. Light weight wash tiannels have polka dots of color or white embroidered at regular intervals over tk cloth. Iots ami lots cf pale blue hats th ijluid-; that goes with tVH'yU'i'-'g-arl worm ptxaaue.

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