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VOGUE of White Paint.

A clever decorator who remodeled
the dining % in a New England
farm house has even gone so far in
her use of white paint as to finish the
floors with it. The woodwork and
furniture were also white, but plenty
of color was introduced by bright
chintz-patterned paper and plain
bright green rugs. The white dining
room table a always bare, which
allowed the mistress to use many at
tractively colored dolly sets. Her
china showed up to splendid advan
tage or this white ground, and the
flowers from the garden seemed un.
usually bright and pretty in the midst
Of all this white. A country house
near Cleveland has all It's floors paint
ed white, with bright green, blue and
purple rugs used to carry out certain
color schemes. or course. using white
on floors Is practical only when yea
r far from the city's smoke or me-
tors dust.-The Countryside Mage.
zine.
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| soon as the curtain went up on this
next act. which was to be the last. In
stead OF doing 30, however. he lin
gered to the end of the play, secure in
his constituencies espionage. 1t had
come to him that il he net them In
front of the theater as they came out
he could invite them to join him at
supper in one of the nearby restau-
rants. The idea pleased him. He
coddled it until it became a sensation
When James Brood and his wife
reached the sidewalk they found him
there, directly in their path, as they
wedged their way to the curb 50 await
the automobile. He was smiling
frankly, wistfully. There was an hon
est g~ladness in his fine, hoyish face
and an eager light in his eyes. He no
longer had the sense Of guilt in HIS
soul. 1t had been a passing qualm,
and he felt ~regenerated for having ex-
perienced it, even so briefly. Some
how it had purged his soul of the n
lingering doubt as to the sincerity Of
his impulses.
"Heilo!" he said, planting himself
squarely in front OF them.
There was a monetary tableau. He
was wildly aware of the TACT that
Yvonne had shrunk back in alarm. and
that a swift look of fear leaped into
her surprised eyes. She drew closer
to Brood's side-or was 1t the jostling
of the crowd that made 1t seem to be
so? He realized then that she had not
was genuine. 1t was not much short
of CONSERVATION. a fact that he re-
allied with a sudden sinking of the
heart.
Then his eyes went quickly to his
fathers face. James Brood was re-
garding him with a cold, significant
smile, as one who understands and
despises.
'They told me you were here" fall
tered Frederic, the words rushing hur-
riedly through his lips, land | thought
we might run in somewhere and have
a bite to eat. II want to tell you
about Lydia and myself und what"
The carriage man bawled a number
in his ear and jerked open the door
of a limousine that had just pulled w
the the curb.
Without a word, James Brood hand
ed his wife into the car and then
turned to the chauffeur.
Home" he said, and, without so
much as a glance at Frederic, stepped
inside. The door was slammed and
the car slid out into the maelstrom.
Yvonne had sunk back into a corner,
huddled down as if suddenly deprived
of all her strength. Frederic say her
face as the car moved away. She was
staring at him with wide-open, re-
proachful eyes, as if to say: "Oh, what
have you done? What a fool you are!"
For a second or two he stood as II
petrifed- Then everything went red
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how ineffably happy, how peaceful life
would be II his father were to lay his
hands upon his shoulders and say. MY
son. l love you'll love you dearly"
There would be no more lonely days:
all that was bitter in his life would be
swept away in the twinkling of an
eye; the world would be full Of Joy for
him and for Lydia.
When he entered the house that
evening he was full of resentment
toward his father, and sullen with the
remains of an ugly rage. And now to
be actually craving the affection of the
man who humb.ed him. even in the
presence of servants! 1t was unbe-
lievable. He could not understand
himself. A wonderful. compelling ten
derness filed his heart. He longed to
throw himself at his fathers feet and
crave his pardon for the harsh, venge.
full thoughts he had spent upon him
in those black hours. He hungered
for q word OF kindness or of under,
standing on which he could feed his
starving soul. He wanted his fathers
love. He wanted. more than ANYTHING
else In the world. to love his father.
- zssa.
Yvonne pas ~ ssx4s In this i:nnosssl
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d sfcket OF admission, however. ana
lined up with others who were content
to stand at the back to witness the
play. Inside the theater he leaned
weakly against the railing at the back
OF the auditorium and wiped his brow.
What was 1t that had dragged him
there against his will, in direct oppo'
sition to his logged determination to
shun the place?
The curtain was up, the house was
still, save for the occasional coughing
of those who succumb to a habit that
can neither be helped nor explained
There were people moving on the
stage, but Frederic had no eyes for
them. lie was seeking in the dark
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am thinking OF, Mrs. Brood, but OF
Frederic. Why have you done this
abominable thing to him? Why?"
Il did not realize what it would
mean to him." said the Other, desper-
ately. Il did not count all the cost.
But, dearest Lydia, 1t will come out
all right again, | promise you, ! have
made a horrible, horrible mistake. !
can say no more. Now, let me lie mere
with my head upon your breast. !
want to feel the beating of your pure.
honest heart-the heart that | have
hurt. can tell by its throbs whether
it will eyer soften toward me. Do not
say anything now--let US be STILL"
1t would be difficult to describe the
feelings of Lydia Desmond as she sat
there with the despised though to be
adored head plllowed upon her breast,
where 1t now rested in a sort of conf
dent repose. as II there was safety in
the very strength of the young girls
disapproval. Yvonne had twisted her
1.-THE body on the chaise Tongue so that
she half.faced Lydia. Her free arm,
from which the loose sleeve had
fallen, leaving II bare 10 the shoulder.
was about the girls neck.
For a long time Lydia stared
straight before her, seeing nothing,
positively dumb with wonder and ac-
k~nowledging a sense of dismay over
her own disposition to submit to this
extraordinary situation. She was ask.
ing herself why she did not cast the
woman away, why she lacked the
power to resent by deed as well as by
thought. Life-marvelous, adorable
life rested there on her breast. This
woman had hurt her-had hurt her
wantonly-and yet there came steal
ing over her, subtly, the conviction
that she could never hurt her In re-
turn. She could never bring herself
to the point Of hurting this w%ondrous.
living, breathing, throbbing creature
who pleaded, not only with her lips
and eyes,. but with the gentle heart
beats that rose and fell in her throat.
After a long time, in which there
was conflict. she suddenly pressed her
warn lips to Yvonne's. Then In an
abrupt revulsion of feeling her arms
fell away from the warm, sweet body
and almost roughly she pushed Yvonne
away from her.
Il didn't mean to do that" she
gasped.
The other smiled, but II was a sad.
plaintive effort on her part. II knew
that you would" she repeated.
Lydia sprang to her feet, her face
suddenly flaming with embarrassment.
Il must see MIR. Brood. I stopped in
to tell him that" she began, trying
to cover her confusion. but Yvonne in
terrupted.
Il know that you could not help 1t,
my DEAR" she said. Then, after a
pause: you will let me know what
my husband has to say about It'll"
"To-say about it?"
About your decision to marry Fred
eric in spite OF his objections"
Lydia felt a little shiver race over
her as she looked toward the door.
"You will help us?" she said, trem-
ulously. turning to Yvonne. Again she
saw the drawn, panied look about the
dark eyes and was startled.
you car do nor with him than
l." was the response.
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XIV.
Sensations


Lydia stopped for a moment In the
hall, after closing the door behind her.
to pull herself together for the ordeal
that was still to come. She was
trembling; a weakness had ~assailed
her. She had left Yvonne's presence
in a dazed. unsettled condition of
mind. There was a lapse OF some kind
that she could neither account for nor
describe ever to herself. The black
velvet coat that formed a part of her
trig suit, hung Imply In her hand,
dragging aloag the floor as she moved
with hesitating steps in the direction
Of James Brood's study. A sickening
estimate Of her own strength Of pur-
pose confronted her. She was sud-
denly afraid OF the man who had
always been her friend. Somehow
she felt that he would turn upon her
and rend her. this man who had al
ways been so gentle and considerable
and who had killed things!
Ranjab appeared at the head of the
stairs. She waited for his signal to
ooSSAA0s oOuiChOW iCcIitlS tudl nTOOu
had sent him forth to summon her.
Her hand sought the s.air rail and
gripped It tightly. Her lips parted In
a stir smile. Now she knew that she
was turning coward. that she longcd
to put of the meeting until tomor.
row-tomorrow!
The Hindu came down the stairs
quickly. noiselessly.
THE master say to come tomorrow,
tomorrow as USUAL he said. as he
paused above her on the steps.
Tit must be today" she said. dog.
gcdiy. evcn a the thrill Of relief shot
through her.
Tomorrow" said the man. His eyes
were kindly inquiring. "Sahib say you
are to rest" There was . pause. .To-
morrow win not be too late"
she started. Had he read the thought
: TANK YOU. Renjab she said. ~
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a momens OF lnaecisfon. "a WA come
tomorrow"
Then she SUNK downstairs and out
Of the house. convinced that she had
failed Frederic In his hour OF great.
est need. that tomorrow would be too
late.
Frederic did not come in for dinner
until after his father and Yvonne had
gene from the house. He did not In.
quire for them, but instructed Jones
to say TO the old gentlemen that he
would be pleased to dine with them
II they could allow him the time TO
change" He also told Jones to open
a single bottle of champagne and to
place three glasses.
Later on Frederic made his an.
nouncement to the old men. In the
fever OF an excitement that caused
him to forget that Lydia might be en-
titled to some voice in the matter, he
deliberately committed her TO the prof.
ect that had become a fixed thing in
his mind the instant he set foot In
the house and found it empty-oh, so
empty!
Jones practiced hand shook slightly
as he poured the wine. The old men
drank rather noisily. They, too, were
excited. Mr.. Riggs smacked his lips
and squinted at the chandelier as II
trying to decide upon the vintage, but
In reality doing his best to keep from
coughing up the wine that had gone
the wrong way in q moment of pro-
found paralysis.
The best news I've heard since Ju.
das died." said Mr.. Dawes, manfully
Fill 'em up again, Jones. l want to
propose the health of Mrs. Brood"
The future Mrs. Brood" Kissed Mr..
Riggs, wheezily. glaring at his com
rade. Asst"
I'm not married yet, Mr.. Dawes
exclaimed Frederic, grinning.
Makes no difference said MIR.
Dawes, %stoutly. Far as I'm concerned,
you are, Well be the first to drink
~ LUNA Dioou' lue Hicl W Can hOi
by that name, gentlemen. God Bless
heri"
God bless her!" shouted MIR. Riggs
God bless her!" echoed Frederic,
and they drained their glasses to
Lydia Brood.
Jones, open another bottle com
handed Mr.. Dawes, loftily.
Frederic shook his head and two
faces fell. Right bravely, however. the
old men maintained a joyous interest
in the occasion. The young man
turned moody. thoughtful; the unwont.
ed exhilaration died as suddenly as it
had come into existence. A shadow
crossed his vision and he followed il
with his thoughts. A sense of utter
loneliness came over him with a swift
ness that sickened, n~auseated him The
food was fat to his taste; he could
not eat. decentralization stified
him. He suddenly realized that he
had never been so lonely, so unhappy
in all his life as he was at this mo-
ment.
His thoughts were or MS fatner. "A
vast, inexplicable longing possessed
his soul-a longing for the affection OF
this man who was never tender, who
stood afar off and was lonely, too. He
could not understand this astounding
change of feeling. He had never felt
Just this way before. There had been
times-and many-when his heart was
sore with longing, but they were of
other days, childhood days. Tonight
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CHAPTER xIIl--contlnucd.

Lydia resolved to take the plunge.
Now was the time to speak plainly to
this woman of the thing that was hurt.
ing her almost beyond the limits OF
endurance. Her voice was rather high
pitched. She had the fear that she
would not be able to control 1t.
Il should be blind not to have OBJ
served the cruel position In which you
are placing Frederic. Is it surprising
that your husband has eyes as well as
~ What must be his thoughts. Mrs.
Brood?"
She expected an outburst, a torrent
OF indignation, an angry storm of
words. and was therefore unprepared
for the p~iteous, hunted expression that
CANT swiftly into the lovely eyes. bent
so apDealingly upon her own. which
were cold and accusing. Here was a
new phase to this extraordinary crea-
lures character. She was a coward,
after all. and Lydia despised a coward.
The look Of scorn deepened IN her
eyes. and out from her hear rushed
all that was soft and tender m her
nature, leaving 1t barren of all com
passion.
Il do not want to hurt Frederic
murmured Yvonne. Il am sorry
f."
"You are hurting him dreadfully, 4"
said Lydia. suddenly choking up with
emotion.
HE is not--not In love with me-
declared Yvonne.
NO" said the girl. regaining con.
troll OF herself. 'he is not In love with
you. That Is the whole trouble. He
is Ia love with me. Bat=can,t you
seer"
"You are a wise young woman to
know men so WELL" said the other
automatically. Il have never believed
In st. Anthony"
Nor l." said Lydia. and was sur
prised at herself.
DO you consider me to be a bad
woman. Lydia?" Her lips trembled.
There was q suspicious CULVER to her
chin.
NO. ! do not, pronounced the girl
fiatly. III | could only think that of
you It would explain everything and
] should know just how to treat you.
But ! do not think it OF YOU"
With a long. deep sigh. Yvonne crept
closer and laid her head against Lyd-
las shoulder. The girls body stiff.
fened. her brow grew dark with an.
noyance.
II am afraid you do not understand,
Mrs. Brood. The fact still remains
Chat you have not considered Fred.
cries peace Of mind"
Nor yours" murmured the other,
abjectly.
Nor mine." confessed Lydia. after
Z moment.
II did not know that you and Fred.
eric were In love with each other until
! had been here for some time" Mrs.
Brood explained, suddenly fretful.
What kind Of q woman are your"
burst from Lydia's indignant soul.
Have you no conception Of the finer,
nobler-"
Yvonne deliberately put her hand
over the girls lips, checking the fierce
0utburst. She smiled rathes plain
lively as Lydia tried to jerk her head
70 n side In order to continue her
reckless Indictment.
You shall not say 1t. Lydia. / am
not All that you think l am. No. no.
= thousand times no. God pity me. l
$3.50 49, A-L#-
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Happy Times.

''The cotton growers seem to 10
hard hit"
Yes. And many Of them are leng-
ing for the good old days when IN thsy
had to worry aAeaA
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before him. a wicked red that blinded
him. He staggered as If from a blow
in the face.
My God!" slipped from his stir
lips, and tears leaped to his eyes
tears of supreme modification. Like
a beaten dog he skunk away. feeling
himself pierced by the plying gaze
Of every mortal in the street.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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a momens OF inaecisfon. a w.n come
tomorrow"
Then she SUNK downstairs and out
Of the house, convinced that she had
failed Frederic In his hour of great.
est need, that tomorrow would be too
late.
The Washington times., 1915-11-27
MOTORCYCLE TOUR
COVERS g STATES

To discover the wonders of tho Nest
ern country with their own eyes. VII
liam +. and Walter D. Kellogg. father
md son, loft their home at Middle
town. y. y, June II on five months
tour with 1915 Indian motorcycle and
sidecar which has just been completed.
They have In the Intervening time been
IN tweuty-thrce States and one foreign
country, visited $50 cities and towns
crossed the country to the Pacific coast.
went as far south as Tia Juana, Mex
ico. Travelled north the length of tho
coast to Washington. and returned
home bv way OF the northerly lax"
route. Their total mileage was over
l1.ml
The machine was driven by the son.
who has ridden motorcycles for five
wears. and his father rode as pas
scnCer. They carried tent. ponCnos.
blankets. and complete camping equip
ment. Through the West they found
the peop" Invariably hospitahlc. and
camp in. In the Rockies they found
traces of the wild West. with cownoys
In chaps" and packing guns. For
week one time they camped in the
passing Indians and coyotes at night
for company. They heard OF some
hold-ups also. but got through without
meeting any road agents themselves.
While they were on the coast the,
had opportunities to see the motion pic
lures IN the making, the cxpositions
1t San Diego and San Francisco. and
the apple GROWING valleys of the North
west. At Seattle thcy climbed as rar
aS they could go up the side OF Mt.
Fainter, tho highest mountain In the
world.
In tho course Of their trip they we're
Eunburned IN crossing the deserts, ran
INTO snowstorms II the mountains. ana
we're windburned in the closing stages
Of their journey home. They fordod
rivers on the machine with tho car
ht' ilnInr n hnr pT
In one day they breaktasted in OHIO,
lunChed IN Pennsylvania. and had sup
rer in New York. The younger Kellogg
Is studying to he an electrical engineer
and was read, to enter school again
as soon as the long journey around tho
edges OF tho country was over.
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After the first ''choo-choo" went into
the discard with twisted tin tracks and
cars. It wasn't long before he go, his
f,rst bicycle.
That was the beginning OF his career.
the real beginning.
He was The willie Hoppe cyclist Of
the neighborhood. He could do more
stunts with his wheel" than any boy
around. and since he could lick all OF
WAS undisputed leader Of the gang"
When he wc.t to high s"hocl. cleo
tIicitN. motors and anything % a me
ChaniCal nature absoi bed him. and
above his transom, looked into hs room
and found him fast asleep over some
technical work on engines or the like
His room was veritablc workshop
Batteries. miles OF wire. books. dia-
grams. motors. coils and miniature
steam engines Uttered II.
And In after years. although Dad had
planned something more scdate and de-
spite five or six years OF early banking
experience. we hnd him In 1909 local
representative for Hudson cars
In 1912 he took on the Mitchell giving
Ilp the Hudson. and IN 1919 adding the
Rambler and Maxwell
Hut he knew tn" possibilities In the
small car lie recognized in the low
priced quality car the car with the
great future, and go. in 1911 he gave
up tho Rambler and Mitchell. retain.
ing only the Maxwell.
What he has done with the Maxwell
Is local history One thinks OF Ieary
as part Of the Maxwell scheme They
arc iuseparablc, they may not bc dis
soCiated. Indeed. II. Il. is the Man Be-
hind tho Maxwell. tn" synonym Of serv-
ice TINT has given owners their great
est satisfaction.
When you talk with him YOU ins,inc-
aal Int
knows And when hc looks you IN tho
eye you know him for on" who docs not
dream. but a man who lives In fact
and whose speech Is truth
Prosper. ". r.!
case
The fruit Of tho laurel tree drops ever
in his Ian.
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Efficient Service of Inner Tubes
Depends on Proper fabrication

not propcrly lock tho q. u. clincher
beads on -. ". rlinch"r rim. nor the
straight-side type of tire on n straight
side rim. The valvC equipped with a
etraight-Sidc spreadcr will lock the
beads on a clinchcr rim or a o. D.
clincher rim. but on account of differ
cncc in width and shape may damage
fabric of tho case.
Realizing tho extra satisfaction to tho
customer and the complications avoid
ed by tho dealer when tho correct type
Is furnished In every instance. one firm
has designed universal type OF
sprcadcr, which makes Il possible to
use the Same tube of certain sizc in
tho clinchcr. ~. H. clinchcr. or straight
side case with equally satisfactory re-
suits.
Consequently when purchasing this
tyne Of tubes It is not necessary to
specify tvDc Of case with which tn,
tube Is intended to bc used
Don't overlook the Importance OF n
tub" with properly equipped valve
Care In this respect will insure a proper
anchor OF tire to rim and eliminate
much ANNOYANCE from tube being
ninched near valve. pinchng Of an
inner tube usually occurs from over
sight or carclcssness In application OF
tire to rim.
When tire Is ridden soft there IL a
tendency for the beads to lft up at
the toes. due to tho internal pressure
ana weight Of car and sometimes per-
NIT tube to work under bead. This IL
aggravated when the tire has been
continually ridden soft and beads have
been cut and broken by rim. Don't
crowd tire OF wrong size on rim
simply because YOU are able TO do so
by physical force. II isn't economy
aside from the injury TO the beads.