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PAGUt 6 THE WESTERN STAR, COLDWATER, KANSAS Patterns Practical As Well as Smart NO. 1840. Do you take a large size? Then the beautifully long-line dress (1840) is one that you should make up right away. With slenderizing panels, it has the high-bosomed, narrow-hipped ef- fect most becoming to you. It's smart for afternoon wear and ev- ery day, too. Make it of wool broadcloth, wool crepe or faille, with the vestee in contrast, or choose crepe-satin, using the crepe side for the dress and the satin for the vestee--a new and smart combination. With Slight Military Air. No. 1839. For juniors, the basque-waisted frock with flaring skirt (1839) is ideal to wear to school and to business. The little- boy collar enables you to keep it always fresh and new-looking, and it's such an easy style to make. This tailors beautifully in wool plaid, challis, velveteen or wool DIM LANTERN By TEMPLE BAILEY 0 PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY~WNU SERVICm CHAPTER XVl--Continued It was on the way home that Jane had said to Baldy: "I feel like a selfish pig." "Why, my dear?" "To take your precious prize be- fore it is cold. It doesn't seem right." "It isn't a question of right or wrong. If things turn out with these new people as I hope, I'll be paint- ing like mad for the next two months. And you'll have your work cut out for you as my model. They like you, Jane. They said so." He had driven on steadily for a time, and had then said, "I never wanted you to marry him." "Why not, Baldy?" He turned his lighted-up eyes upon her. "JaneyJI wanted you to have your---dreams--" She had laid her hand on his arm in a swift caress. "You're a dar- lings" and after a while, "Nothing can take us from each other, ever, Baldy." Never had they drawn closer in spirit than at this moment. But they said very little about it. When they came to the house, Baldy went at once to the garage. "I'll answer that letter, and put in a good after- noon looking over my sketches." He did not tell her how gray the day stretched ahead of him--that golden day which had started with high hopes. Jane changed to a loose straight frock of orange cotton, and without a hat, feeling actual physical freedom in the breaking of her bonds, she swung along the path to the little It was aromatic with the about her. She means nothing to me, seriously, and never will. She plays the game, and so do I, but it's only a game." He looked tired and old. "I'll go abroad tomorrow. When I come back, perhaps you'll change your mind." "I shall never change it," she said, "never." He stood up. "Jane, I could make you happy." He held her hand as she stood betside him. She looked at him and knew that he could not. Her dreams had come back to her--of Galahad--of Robin Hood . the world of romance had again ftung wide its gates . . . After Towne had gone she sat for a long time thinking it over. She blamed herself. She had broken her promise. Yet, he, too, had bro- ken a promise. She finished mending the stock- ings, and rolled them into compact balls. The little cats were asleep-- the shadows were stretched out and the sun slanted through the pines. She had dinner to get, for her re- turn had been unexpected, and So- phy had not been notified. She might have brought to the thought of her tasks some faint feel- ing of regret. But she had none. She was glad to go in--to make an omelette--and cream the potatoes-- and have hot biscuits and berries-- and honey. Planning thus, competently, she raised her eyes--to see coming along the path the two boys who had of late been Evans' close com- panions. She spoke to them as they help." Sandy was spokesman. Ar- thur was speechless. But he caught hold of Evans' sleeve and looked up at him. His eyes said what his voice refused. Evans, with his arms across their shoulders, drew the boys to him. "It was good of you to come." "Miss Barnes said," again it was Sandy who spoke, "that perhaps we might get some pine from the little grove. That your mother liked it." "Miss Barnes? Is she back? Does she know?" "We told her. She is coming right over." Baldy drove Jane in his little car. As she entered she seemed to bring the light in with her. She illumined the house like a torch. She walked swiftly towards Ev- ans, and held out her hand. "My dear, I am sb sorry." "I thought you were at Grass Hills." "We came back unexpectedly." "I am so glad--you came." He was having a bad time with his voice. He could not go on . . . Jane spoke to the boys. "Did you ask him about the pine branches? Just those, and roses from the gar- den, Evans." "You always think of things--" "Baldy will take the boys to the grove, and do any errands you may have for him." She was her calm and competent self--letting him get control of his emotion while she di- rected others. Baldy, coming in, wrung Evans' hand. "The boys and I will get the pine, and Edith Towne is coming out to help. I called her up to tell her--" When Baldy and the boys had gone, Jane and Evans opened the windows and pulled up the shades. The house was filled with clear light, and was cool in the breeze. When they had finished, Jane said, "That's all, I think. We can rest a bit. And presently it will be time for dinner." "I don't want any dinner." They were in the library. Out- side was an amethyst twilight, with a young moon low in the sky. Fvans and Jane stood by the window, look- ing out, and Jane asked in a hushed voice, "You don't want any dinner because she won't be at the other end of the table?" "Yes." His face was turned from her. His hands were clinched. His throat was dry. For a moment he wished he were alone that he might weep for his mother. And then Jane said, "Let me sit at the other end of your table." He turned back to her, and saw her eyes, and what he saw made him reach out blindly for her hand-- sympathy, tenderness--a womanly brooding tenderness. "Oh, Evans, Evans," she said, "I am not going to marry Frederick Towne." "Why not?" thickly. "I don't love him." "Do you love me, Jane?" She nodded and could not speak. They clung together. He wept and was not ashamed of it. And standing there, with his head against her breast, Jane knew that she had found the best. Marriage was not a thing of luxury and soft living, of flaming moments of wild Knit Practical Blouse Over One Week-End Pattern 6478 For that college girl's ward- robe! You can knit this blouse over a week-end--it's done on huge needles with that popular soft wool that's heavier than can- dlewick. The trimming--easy em- broidery in two colors. Pattern 6478 contains directions for blouse and a plain skirt in sizes 12-14 and 16-18; illustration of it and., stitches; sate'rials needed. To obtain this pattern send 15 cents in coins to The Sewing Circle Household Arts Dept., 259 Wo Fourteenth St., New York, N. Y. Please write your name, ad- dress and pattern number plainly. Far Off