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September II, 1912.
SOUTHAMPTON AND DISTRICT PICTORIAL.


MRS. NOVELLO.
(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)
FASHIONS FOR THE AWKWARD AGE.
There are now and then girls to be met with who have never looked awkward at any period, but the majority of schoolgirls present rather a problem for the dressmaker. The little child will look charming in anything, but by the age of thirteen she want* very careful dressing. A well-cut and well-made coat and skirt of sergo or tweed should alwayi find a place in her wardrobe; there is nothing better and it settles the question of outdoor wear once and for all. Care must bo bestowed on the fit of blouses to be worn with skirts, and where possible it is better to provide frocks which are all in a piece, so that there may be no danger of "coming body and soul apart," as the young wearer will probably express it. A short basquo to a blouse is a help, and a grip waistband to keep it down should not bo forgotten.
VELVETEEN FOR GIRLS.
For the best indoor frock nothing looks better than a very plainly made velveteen, it is very becoming, and though dressy it is not unsuited for youthful wearers. Nothing in the way of
A TWO^MATERIAL TAILORISM.
Two materials, used for one costume, constitute quite a leading feature in the new autumn style*. Tweed coats and plain cloth skirts; plain skirts and checked, or striped coats, are equally favoured —and" how smart such notions can be a glance at our sketch this week proves. Gun checked worsted img^cd for the smart little half-bcltcd coatee; a collar facing playing an effective part in it* details. Plain cloth serves for the novel yoke collar, as also for the cuffs. And the skirt demonstrates a happy combination of the two materials. Little description is needed of a design that speaks for itself—but it may be pointed out that one of the all popular double velours hats, In colour to tone, forms the ideal finish to such a suit.
HINTS TO THE STOUT.
Begin by wearing^ good, well fitted corsets made
I I am always pleased to receive suggestions from j mv readers, and to answer questions in this J column on Dress, the Household, Needlework, etc. 1 Letter* must reach mo not later than TUESDAY j morning, if an answer is desired the following j week. Kindlv address: Mrs. NOVELLO, Box 16, KENDAL.
New Fancy Wo A "Jane." The raised row work is only worked with a very loosely twisted silk. You will find no difficulty in doing it. Ask at your fancy work shop for a lesson when you buy the materials.
Perspiration StaiA* on Linen "F.R."- Any garments which are stained should bo laid for an hour in tepid water to which a littlo carbonate of soda has been added. After this they may be washed in tho ordinary way with soap.
French Tart "Cook."- The delicious tarts you get abroad aro made with a light pastry baked in a shallow tin. about two inchca deep. Cut it off an inch above tho edge and roll it over. Prick the paste and bake. Fill with fruit thaf has been gently stewed in sugar and water. Mix with syrup rather more sugar and a littlo arrowroot moistened with cold water. When boiled it will be clear, and is to be poured over tho fruit. Placo the tart in tho oven for a few minutes. It may bo eaten hot or cold.
Let tho lines of all garments be straight down, and avoid cross-way trimmings of all kinds, Short tunics, two-tiered skirts, flounces, all tend to increase the appearance of stoutness.
Black or dark colours will always be the best choice, but this does not mean that you need ever wear anything dowdy or unbecoming. A whito vest or chemisette will often look well without taking away from the general dark effect that improves the figure.
Never wear bright-faced satins or glittering sequins. A touch of trimming of this kind is allowable but not an entire dress or bodice.
THE CAPABLE WOMAN.
To many people capable means interfering, but no greater mistake was ever made. The capable woman is not she who believes herself sent into the world to mind other people's business. But when a woman can manage her own household and its affairs with noticeable success, her friends will generally turn to her in any emergency or trouble. And she tan help them; she knows what to do; and sho does it, but that is a very different thing from meddling. Sho can get good work out of everyone sho employs because they arc perfectly aware that sho knows just how the work ought to be done, and also how long it should take. Sho buys to advantage because she takes the trouble to study tho market and arrange accordingly, in-I stead of having a certain thing because she fan-ciee it on a certain day. Common sense never I deserts her and those around her feel a wholesome [ sensu of security when she is in command.
CLEANING A FINE VEIL.
The wide veils now so much worn aiy somewhat | expensive, and therefore they must lie taken care J of and made to last. The best way of freshening j them, or indeed any lace scarf, is to hold them in j the steam of a fast boiling kettle, taking caro 1 not to scald the fingec* in the process. When the I veil is saturated lay it on a cloth spread on a table, and pin down tho edges till it is dry. A tube j of cardboard should be always kept to wind veils ! on, as it is better than folding them. Several can ■ b» rolled on one tube, and if an outside case of holland or silk be made to tie round the whole 1 the veils will be always in good order. A good i method of stiffening a lace veil if too limp, is to mix half a teaspoonful of guiu arabic in a breakfast cupful of warm water. Let it dissolve, which will lake some hour*, then strain through A COSTUME IN TWO MATERIALS. >"d dip ,he Ucc in " be,ore pi"nins
trimming is needed except a collar and cuffs which TWO BLACKBERRY RECIPES.
may be of fine embroidered muslin or of Irish crochet lace. The latter though it costs a good deal to begin , with wears excellently and is a "possession" for.no, sirl. ThU stylo of frock will I the two following way. of scrvit.8 them will l>e be very fashionable this winter. | appreciated. For blackberry batter beat to a
cream one third of a breakfast cupful of butter, THE NORFOLK SUIT 1 twice as much castor sugar, and two breakfast cup-
! fiils of flour previously mixed with a couple of is rather declining in popularity just now, though teaspoonfuls of baking powder and a pinch of a loose style of coat with large patch pockets i* »%lt. Moisten with a gill of milk and a well-not really un*ike it. This is just the thing for beaten egg. Beat the batter well and add a full wear in tho country, and is rather more becoming j cup of pickcd blackberries. Bake in buttered to most figures than the older belted Norfolk. ' Yorkshire pudding dish for twenty to thirty Another style is mpdfette3"-6n the 'Varsity sport minutes. Blackberry flip is made by stewing the coat, with a little /fulness set into a belt across j fruit in a little water with enough sugar to the back, while the front* are straight. The new J sweeten. Rub through a sieve, beat the whites of winter tweeds arc decidedly rough, and among the three egg»' to a froth and by degrees whisk in the prevailing heather and leaf shades, browns are fruit, beating till the froth rises. Flavour a gill conspicuous The buttons generally usciLarc of of cream lightly with vanilla, pour it in a-china smoked pearl or leather in the sauie tone as the , or glass bowl, drop in the fruit filip by spoonfuls, tweed. . i and serve cold.
Our Short Story.
A Cablegram from Paris."
"Tbo X.Y. Code," yelled Mr. Babbington, leaning over the steamer rail as far as his super-abundance of flesh would allow, and waving a voluminous handkerchief at Mrs. Babbington.
"Code! Code I Tho X.Y. Code," he yelled again, seeing a look of perplexity spread itself over his wife's features, and ho repeated his exclamations concerning the X.Y. Code until the Cunarder turned her nose down the river and he became conscious that his screams were attracting an un-desirable amount of attention. Then ho straightened up with injured cWerity and went be-
Mrs. Babbington heard his exclamations quite distinctly, but she was none the wiser for hearing them. She stood on the dock spasmodically waving a handkerchief at the liner until .mho felt that her wholo duty had been done. At the same time Mr. Babbington went below, she sought her brougham.
"What on earth did Mr. Babbington mean by shouting Code' at me?" she soliloquised as she was being whirled up town. "What is a Code anyway? I wonder if ho meant the Code of Morals or Etiquette—or what? My gracious!" Mrs. Babbington sat. upright in her brougham in an attitude of horror. "He's going to France. Ho meant the Code Duello.' Mercy to me I He's going where they fight each other. He'll be murdered! Ho wantn me to buy a Code Duello' and send it to him so he can do it stylishly. Oh, I should have gone with him I I'll never forgive myself if he i; mangled by those Frenchmen " and Mrs. Babbington's train of thought, so unhappily begun, continued until she reached her homo and obtained access to a bottle of smelling
Mr. Babbington's sudden determination to go to Europe came as a great surprise to his wife. Although he was several time* a millionaire, he had reached a well-rounded age without c*-periencing the slightest difficulty to spend his money, or inclination to go outside his native land f> do it. Perhaps this was because Mr. Babbington did not get his money until a farm on which he Had lived the better part of his life unexpectedly began to produce a tremendous quantity of oil. With the oil came affluence, and •New York, and with New York came a subtly increasing* desire for prominence. Not to put too fine a point upon it, Mr. and Mrs. Babbington belonged to that Mass of pariah's denominated the
When Mr/Babbington decided that the prestige accruing frmii European travel was necessary to his welfare, ne told Mr*. Babbington. She was surprised, but that emotion changed to disgust and rage when Mr. Babbington informed her that she could not go. There were stormy scenes, byt Mr. Babbington had his little junket too firmly fixed ' in his mind to be diverted. Consequently, up to tho time of his departure Mrs Babbington had , not displayed that solicitude or sorrow which is the part of a dutiful wife under such circumstances But now, with these horrible premonitions of the' Code Duello harassing her. Mrs. Babbington's at-i titude of mind became entirely different—and re-' pentant.
Tho liner on which Mr. Babbington sailed reached her destination in six daym. Mrs. Babbing- ' ton read in the newspaper* tho report of her arrival on tho other side. But there came no word from Mr. Babbington. Two English mail* arrived, but no letter from Mr. Babbington. Hi*
wife played solitaire and fumed.
It was three, almost four weeks after Mr. Babbington's departure that the first communication from him arrived. Mrs. Babbington was eating dinner in the middle of tho day, a habit of long standing, which sho refused to abandon, no matter, how plebeian it might be considered, when tho butler approached and presented a cablegram. ]
Mrs. Babhingtou tore it open, gased wildly at it, and dropped her lorgnette in the soup. It
"Paralysed, '
llabbington.
Ah-hh!" screamed Mrs. Babbington. "Help!" Sho struggled to her feet, inserted her finger* in her collar, but receiving no encouragement from the phlegmatic servants, decided not to faint and sat heavily down again.
"Paralyxed!" she wailed. "Mr. Hiram paralysed I Take me upstairs, Jamea."
Sho was takeu upstairs, and after half-an-hour'a. application of smelling salt* recovered her anergic*. Then sho sent for her niece .who lived in Harlem, her boaom friend Mr*. Hodder, and lastly for young Johnson, Mr. Babington's private secretary, who lived in the house.
Ho waa the first to arrive. Mr*. Babbington..
very palo and tragic, received him in her boudoir. v
Oh. Mr. Job Johnson, ' she sobbed. "I have just had a cablegram from Mr. Babbington. Ha'* ' paralysed in Pari*."
"You don't say *o," exclaimed Johnson.
"Oh, yes, yes. Just think of IL P-raiysed in . that awful Pari*. Perhap* even now ho i* lying in thO street helpless. Perhaps they are duelling him or guillotining hLn. or whatever they do to people over there! Oh, M.\ Johnson, what shall I do? Oh! Oh I Oh!—" And Mr*. Babbington became so hysterical that Johnson deemed it beat to with*
diaw to the hall, where he leaned up against the door jamb and laughed sinfully.
When Mr*. Hodder arrived, Mr*. Babbington had wept herself into a state of coma. She lay on the couch ani greeted her friend with the almost inarticulate whisper': "Paralysed I"
"Who?" inquired tho startled Mrs. Hodder.
"Hiram. In Pari*. Cablegram," *aid Mr*. Babbington, wagging her head solemnly.
"Ow—ow-ow!" screeched Mrs! Hpddef, sympathetically. "Poor darling."
"Ow—ow—owl" joined in Mr*. Babbington, and for five solid minutes the air waa rent with criee from sorrowing female*.
I am going to him," declaring Mr*. Babbington, stopping her tear* automatically. "What a heartless creature I am, to lie here, weeping, when I might be getting ready to succour my poor Hiram. You will go with ine-oh, say you wilt go with me, Mary, to comfort me on my long and sorrowful journey."
"Yea, indeed," assented Mr* Hodder with lightning-like rapidity, "oh, ye* anything I can .
Mrs. Babbington wa* off her couch, bustling around the room before Mm. Hodder finished her speech, gathered tooth brushes, ribbon*, etc., together with a wild idea that boat* left for Paris every hour. She sent for Mr. Johnson.
"I want to go to Pari* at once," she announced when he appeared.
"Well, you can just about do jt," said he. There's a French boat leaving to-morrow that will land you at Cherbourg. Can you pack aa
"Mercy, ye* I" *aid Mr*. Babbington. "I could , go to-night if necessary."
"I don't know whether you can get a passage at this time of the year or" not," said Johnson,
"X)b. see about two," said Mrs Hodder.
"Mary, are you sure your husband won't ipind j your going?" asked Mrs. Babbington.
j "Oh, not in the least," seid Mrs. Hodder. %He I will be delighted. I really need the change, you
"Well. then. Mr. Johnson, eecure two passage*,"
ssid Mrs. Babbington. "No, three! I must take a trained nurse. I'm sure they don't have, ' trained nurses in Paris. Oh, hurry, Mr. Johnson, and get tho passages and the trained nurse and some money and my jewellery from the Safety Deposit Vaults"—but Mr. Johnson had fled.
There was a great to-do in the Babbipgton house- • hold that night. Trunks were hauled forth and packed feverishly , Mr*. Hodder went home in a-fever of delighted anticipation and Mrs. Babbing. ton drifted aimlessly around the house, getting in I he way of her maids and percolating tears whenever a lull in the excitement allowed her thoughla to revert to Mr. Babbington.
The next morning Johnson drove the ttro women and a nurse whom lie had sccured down te the pier of the Compagnie Generale Transatlantique, saw them safely on board the boat and saw the boafc safely off. Then he heaved a sigh of relief and went back to tho house.
Perhaps it was the irony of Fate that Jobcnon should not we the cablegram, until matter* had ,„ne loo far to be helped, but Mr*. Babbin##o* and her fortunate friend Mrs. Hodder were well outside Sandy Hook when Johnson wandered into j the dining-room and found the cablegram lying on the floor just where Mrs. Babbington had dropped m it the day before. He picked it up and read: 4= Paralysed, ,
Babbington.
"Good God! ' exclaimed Johnson. He rushed I guess he was.

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