Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, August 09, 1889, Image 2
xd - Bellefonte, Pa., August 9, 1889. Sus— AND BENJAMIN BEGAT RUSSELL. Wreath round my head a gloria, Put in my hand the bun; I've dined with Queen Victoria, I am the President’s son. My pull at home, my pull abroad, Are big beyond comparison ; And as for Blaine and Platt, good Lord, They're boys to Russell Harrison. Talk not of the sydority Of the Scotts and the McKees; By an imriense majority T beat them, if you please. 1 give to pals and college chums Good evidence material, That fattest office easiest comes To friends of the Prince Imperial. Let envious, mephitical Foes at me rage and cuss ; Safe is my strength political, There are no flies on Russ! The slings and arrows splenetive Thrown at me leave no scar; I trust the philoprogenitive Instincts of my papa. . Against my cheek’s strong garrison All iale comes attack ; I'm Harrison of Harriron, And have the inside track. The press, I scorn the gab in it ; What's all it’s talk to me? I'm stronger than the Cabinet, And even Baby McKee. When, ripe and ripe the apple is, 1 pluck it from the tree ; Nizam of Indianapolis, My father’s otherest Me ; Powerless is party muttering My comfort to annoy, ; Or change the fact I'm uttering; I am the White House Boy ! . —New York Sun. C—O, MY FIRST INTERVIEW. My college days were over. Alma Mater had done with me, and in a week I should occupy a desk inadingy law-office, and enter upon a profession in which I was expected to make a great figure. . : i My grandmother Briggs, in writing to the family, declared that ‘Albert knew enough and had left college;” and secretly I coincided in her opinion. I have spent many years since that day in discovering that I knew nothing to speak of. But the college graduate re- cently launched upon the world always believes that it holds very little more for him to learn. My “education,” in fact, constantly boiled over; and I was continualey in- structing people who probably knew more than I did on the subject under discussion. In this frame of mind, with a new wardrobe, and plenty of money in my pocket, I left home. I was to board with an old friend of my mother’s who received me as a favor into a strictly rivate family ; and I confess that when a that it numbered upon its list several yourg ladies, I pictured myself as making conquests; for I had no more doubt of my powers of fascination than I had of my erudition. As I took my seat in the train, I felt a contemptuous pity for the poor, igno- rant souls about me—for the fat man with the luncheon in a greasy news: paper; for the dandy with a single eye- glass, and the plain, blunt-featured me- chanic with his tools in hisbag. Even the prosperous business man convers- ing with a friend concerning stocks filled me with emotions of contempt ; for he was troubled by an occasional desire to murder the Queen's English. And I should have liked to have posed the Methodist clergyman, who was traveling with his wife and a large family—all twins—with a Greek quota- tion or two. In fact, I fancied that every one ought to know that he was in presence of Homer P. Jenks, A. B., a graduate of College, and a young man who, in the opinion of his grandaunt Briggs, ‘knew enough.” Possessed by the idea of my superi- ority to common mortals, 1 reversed the seat before me, placed my baggage upon it, put up my feet, opened a vol- ume, the cover of which proclaimed that it was no light novel, and fell to reading. However,the day was warm, the book a sedative, and I shortly closed my eyes “to restthem.” , Natur- ally, the next thing to do was to fall asleep. I did it; and only awakened when the train came to a pause, and a dozen passengers bustled in. I knew that some of them stopped and looked at the three seats which I had appropriated to myself in connec- tion with my own. But what were all these common folks to Homer P. Jenks, B. A. etc. Ikept my feet up. I didnot move my parcels and portman- teau from the cushion. In fact, I took no notice of them whatever. Suddenly a voice nttered these words : “Please move vour feet; I want to sit down.” The tone was autocratic. I had a good mind to say “No,” but somehow courage failed me. Therefore, I slowly put down one foot after another, folded my arms, and stared at nothing with an air of supreme contempt, while the lady squeezed herself in, pushed my bag to one side, placed her own where . it had stood, and made herself general- ly comfortable—at the same time mak- ing room for an old gentleman of very modest aspect, who was more polite than she, and said, “With your kind permission,” as he took his seat. As for the female—I called her fe- male mentally—she wore a long cloth cloak that covered her from head to foot, and a thick blue veil over her face. In her arms she carried a pug dog, with that hideous and derisive black wrinkle across the nose which makes one fancy that a demoniac spirit dwells within the swollen little body of the queer creature. Pugs are my detestation, “An ugly old maid |” Isaid to myself. “A very intrusive old person!” And as at this moment, the mild old gentle- man looked amiabiy toward me, it oc- | women who desired the suffrage with extreme rancor. Having finished this subject I began upon woman's vanity. I declared that it lasted-as long as life did—that no woman was too old or plain to believe that she made conquests. Then, hav- ing expressed my opinion on females who carried dogs about in public, and 1s vished upon them the affection they should have reserved for their infants, I launched into a little lecture on “Woman,” and denounced her as an inferior animal. All this time the mild old gentleman listened as to one who speaks with au- thority, and merely replied with a ‘nod or smile, a yes or no. He evidently ap- preciated my conversation, but the in- trusive female whom TI desired to anni- ‘hilate simply g ggled, and that very de- risively. This irritated me so much, that by way of revenge I opened the window and stuck my elbow out. It was very windy and extremely cold, but I bore the discomfort bravely until the female in the seat before me,after giving sever- al coughs, shivering and wrapping a shawl about her person, tnrned the blue veil toward me, and delivered her- self of these word : ¢ “Shut that window !” It was not a request; it was a de- mand. I felt under no obligation to reply politely. “If you feel a draught, madam,” I said curtly, “ycu can change your seat. There are others vacant in the car- riage.” “There is one over there that would, I should say, be more comfortable,” said the old gentleman. The woman instantly arose, carrying her poodle with her, but leaving her bags and parcels where they were. “Ah, these women,” said I to theold gentleman. He shook his head. There- upon gexsidering him my partisan and being willing to confer a favor upon him, I began to instruct him in the ele- ments of several of the sciences, giv- ing him such information as the good uncle in the boy’s story book always gives to the little nephew when he takes him out for a walk. No doubt, I thought, this plain far- mer or country storekeeper would gath- er from my conversation much with which to employ his mind during the lonely winter evenings. I felt benevo- lent and beamed upon him, and re- marked : “If you do not comprehend anything 1 say, mention it, and I will repeat it in simpler language.” Whereupon he replied : Yes, yes; I shall not hesitate, never fear.” It was worth while instructing this old gentleman. I told him so when I shook hands with him and left him. I sent my trunk to the house where I was to board, and went to a restaurant for dinner. I had several little things to see to, and they took the best part of the day. Towards evening I made my way to the dwelling which was to be my home for some months at least, and found the servant just opening the door for the postman. She knew me, for I had often visited my friends, and said : “Go right 1n sir; they are all in the back parlor.” I obeyed the suggestion. The car- pet was soft and my footsteps inaudible. A portiere was drawn between the two rooms. On the further side a very merry conversation was going on, and the company had just joined in a tremen- dous peal of laughter. “I thought I should die,” cried a high, clear, feminine voice. “I really thought I should die. I never saw such a bear in my life, and then to hear him instructing papa—,, “He meant well,” interpolated a mild, masculine voice, “and, really, if I had not known that water preferred to run downhill, that the moon was an exstinct planet, and that positive proof had been obtained that the world was round, and that an eclipse of the moon was caused by the earth's shadow upon it, how pleased I should have been to hear aboutit I” Another peal of laughter followed; strange misgivings beset me;I was about to retire without announcing myself, when the voice of the servant behind me, crying: “Sure, Mr. Jenks, why didn’t ye go in ?” brought my hoscess to the portiere. “Why, Homer,” she cried,*how mys- teriously you must havearrived. I am so glad you came to-day, for I have friends with me you will like to meet, and I am sure they will appreci- ate you,” and with her kind hand npon my arm, she led me into the back par- lor, saying as she did so: “Professor X——, allow me to present my young friend, Mr. Homer P. Jenks. Miss Lesbia, permit me. Homer, Miss Les- bir X—." In those days I reverenced very few people ; but Professor X , the emi- nent scientist, was one of those few. I had heard of him often. The thought of an actual introduction to him, of having the honor of a little conversa- tion with him, would have filled me with gratification at any other time, but as I stood before him, and he arose and held out his hand, and I recognized the mild old gentleman to whom I had imparted so much instruction, I de- voutly wished that the floor would open and swallow me. As for Miss X , she held a hid- eous little poodle in herlap,and I knew at once that she was the lady of the blue veil whom I had treated so caval- ie ly; although, now that the veil and ulster were removed, I saw that she w s a very beautiful young woman—in fact, the loveliest I had ever beheld. Good breeding withheld them from curred to me to use him as a vehicle | for the expression of my opinion as to dressed, and then in monosyllables, | ersons of her age and sex. Consequent- y I nodded, and said, “Warm?” He said, “Yes, for the season.” And thereupon I began an oration. An old maid, I fancied, would have strong- minded tendencies, Thereupon, to in- furiate her, I commented upon those any manifestations of their feelings. ! Mine were inexpressible. 1 retired as speedily as possible to. a corner, and during the evening only spoke when ad- with “sir” and “madam” attached, and , all night long I wanted to die, not oun- ly because of my absurd exhibition be- fore the professor, and my rudeness to his daughter, but because I felt that in her charming person I had met the . mister. one woman to whom I could have given my heart. Infact I had given it. I had fallen in love with her. The X-——s remained with my friends a fortnight. I have since heard that people who met me during that time spoke of me as the most modest young man they had ever known. It was a long timelbefore Miss Lesbia forgave me, and I bore a great deal of gercasm with deep humiiity before she turned to me one day and said frank- ly: YiDo you know, you are not half as bad as I thought you, after all, Mr. Jenks.” : On the day of their departure, after Professor X had bidden the others adie, he came to me and held out both hands. “Come to see us,” he said. “You are getting over the bad effects of a col- lege education very rapidly. It took me five years to doit.” Then we shook hands. “It was some time before I found courageto accept the invitation, but at last I did so, and it is now fifteen years since Lesbia and I were married. ET ——————" A Common Scold. The activity of her tongue and the capricious character of her temper have gotten Mrs. Mary Brady, of Hudson county, New York, into considerable trouble. Her neighbors, who have suf- fered from her “tongue lashing,’ declare that she is a common scold, and upon that charge she has been indicted. A combination of uncontrollable temper and tireless tongue is not a modern de- velopment. The termagant is of ancient origin, and the people of early times de- vised laws for her punishment. An old English idea was to take the scolding woman to the most convenient river or pond and give her a good duck- ing. From the crude and ill-regulated enforcement of this plan was finally evol- ved the ‘ducking stool,” a device which facilitated the operation of ducking, and served as a concrete and inteiligible warning to the habitual scold. Tt was constructed on the ‘‘see-saw’’ principle, a chair being attached to one end of a board which worked on a pivot fixed in a post, planted in the ground at the edge of the shore. The scolding woman, being strapped into the chair was soused up and down into the wa er until she beg- ged for mercy and promised to control her tongue. The ducking stool act was imported from England, and has never been re- pealed in the county in which Mrs. Bra- dy isto be tried, and under the law she is liable to a ducking. But whether this punishment will be inflicted is doubt- ful. The ducking stool has not been in use for nearly 100 years, and the fact that it was at last abandoned without effecting the suppression of the scolding women seems a confession that it is not entirely available for that purpose. Perhaps, indeed, there is no perma- nent cure for the common scold. Blackberry Cordial. The Philadelphia Ledger, “Household,” gives the following: Blackberry cordial is among the im- porn bottles for the medicine shelf. t is such a simple and palatable astring- ent that it holds the cure of many long continued diarreeas and disorders of the digestion, and the fruit acid is particu- lary wholesome when hot weather sets up a [complication orliver troubles. Now and for several weeks to come is the opportunity to make up this easily pre- pared tonic. Coddle the blackberries in a tall stone jar that is set within an iron kettle, put sufficient hot water in the kettle, but none in the jar. ‘When the fruit has cooked quite soft strain it through a thin flannel bag, first wetting the bag thoroughly in het water. To each two quarts of the juice add one pound of sugar and one-half ounce of each of the following ground spices: Cloves, cinnamon and allspice, with a half ounce grated nutmeg. Boil spices, syrup and sugar together, the spices in a thin mull bag. Skim the syrup until it begins to look rich. About fifteen minutes is sufficient time. ‘When cold add ome pint of whiskey or brandy (whiskey is just as good, as all that is wanted is the amount of alcohol to pre- serve the cordial) to this proportion of fruit juice. Put an additional half- pound of sugar into the cold syrup after adding the whiskey. Bottle immediate- ly and cork tightly. Instead of the other spices you may use cloves and nutmeg alone, in increased quantity. A tablespoonful of blackberry cordial for a grown person is the dose. in its Longfellow and Children. The great poet was always fond of children. He loved not only those of his own family, but all the little folks; and there were many children who vis- ited him often, and were always enrter- tained by Mr. Longfellow with great kindness. Mrs. Annie Fields gives an extract from her husband’s diary which tells how one of the poet’s small friends tried to show his affection ina practical way. “I remember there was one little boy of whom he was very fond, and who came often to see him. One day the child looked earnestly at the long rows of books in the library, and at length asked,“ Have youjJack the Giant- Killer? Longfellow was obliged to confess that his great library did not contain that venerated volume. The little fellow looked very sorry, and presently slipped down from the poet's knee and went away; but the next morning Longfellow saw him coming up the walk with something tightly clasped in his little fist. The child had brought two cents with which Longfellow was to buy a Jack the Giant Killer of his own. Wuy He Dip Nor Sray.—Young Fitzpeter (waiting for Miss Gusher to come down) tos Johnny—*Your sister has some very pretty flowers in the bay window, Johnny.’ Johnny (who is al- » ways around)—“Now you're talking, She told Miss Bustler yester- | | said, “and I like you. day that she'd like to add you to the collection.” ritzpeter (delighted)— “Ah, how clever! What sort of flower did she propose to call me?” Johnny --“A monkey plant.” When Miss Gusher comes down to receive the caller, Johinny is alone, trying to tack the cat's tail to the floor.—Drakes’ Maga- ze. Catching a Big Horn Alive. The Only Instance on Record. of This Very Remarkable Feat. “There is only one instance in record of a man actually capturing and holding by his unaided strength a wild Rocky mountain sheep,’ said A. P. Horton, an old Montana ranchman, “and that ap- narently impossible feat was performed by a Pennsylvanian named Frank _'. Baker. Any one who knows anything about the big horn sheep of the Rockies kaows that, generally speaking, it would be about as easy a thing to get his hands | on one of the wary and agile animals as it would be to grab a streak of lightning. In the first place, to get within even long rifle range of a big horn, unless by accident, is something that the most ex- pert mountain hunters have been able to do only by the greatest strategy, the severest toil and great risk to life and limb, to such almost inaccessible fast- nesses does the sharp eyed,keen scented, sure footed big horn retire with ease at the first indication of danger. The ani- mal is instinctively suspicious, cautious beyond any animal that lives, and pos- sessed of marvelous powers of speed and skill in making its way over places that are inaccessible to the most nimble foot- ed of any other American beast. The Rocky mountain sheep is the chamois of this continent. I have known a hunter to follow a big horn for two weeks, day after day, until he had trailed it almost to the clouds on the breast of the Sierras before he managed to get it within reach of his rifle. For this reason the capture of one of these sheep in a struggle at close quarters must stand as one of the most extraordinary of physical feats. Although it was only five years ago when it was accomplished, big horn sheep were then comparatively plenty in Montana. It isn’t likely that one could be found to-day within a thousand miles of the spot where Baker distinguished himself with this particular one. “Baker had a cattle ranch near Boul- der, Mon. He was not out hunting the day he captured his sheep, but came up- on it suddenly at the foot of a sloping bank, which was crowned by an almost perpendicular cliff twenty feet high. Baker was accompanied by one of his shepherd dogs, which had been trained for hunting. The sheep bounded up the sloping bank, closely followed by the dog. The high cliff cut off its flight up the mountain, and on reaching it the big horn took in the situation at once and turned on the dog. Standing with its rump against the cliff the sheep present- ed its formidable front to the dog. The dog was wise enough to keep out of reach of the tremendous battering ram the sheep wielded one blow from which would have smashed the skull of a buffa- lo bull, but kept the animal at bay by safe and noisy maneuvers. “Baker quickly took in the strategic points of the situation, and made up his mind that by a bold and risky movement he might be able to do what he had never heard of any man doing before, and that was to make the big horn his prisoner. He sneaked around and gain- ed the summit of the cliff, and climbed along it until he was directly above the big horn, which was still standing on the defensive against the dog. Without waiting to calculate on the probable re- sult of his attempt, Baker jumped from the ledge and alighted astride the sheep's back, and throwing his arms around its neck locked his fingers together and brought all the pressure he was capable of to bear on the big horn’s breathing place. The instant Baker struck the sheep’s back the big animal lost 211 in- terest in the dog, and made two or three tremendous bounds along the hill, and then threw itself on the ground and roll- ed over and over down the bank. In that brief but terrific journey Baker was stripped of nearly all his clothes and was mashed almost breathless, but he held on to the sheep like grim death. The dog took an active part in the struggle,but the sheep paid no attention to him, putting all of his energy into ef- forts to loosen himself of Baker’s bur- den. “The yells that Baker set up, and the noise made by the dog, were heard by one of Baker's men at the ranch, a quarter of a mile away. The struggle between Baker and the sheep had taken them some distance from the hill, and they were in sight of the ranch. The hired man grabbed a gun and hurried to the scene of the struggle. Baker was naked, bleeding, and covered with dirt, but he shouted to his man, when he ar- rived breathless on the scene and was about to send a bullet through the big horn, not to shoot, but to go back and get a lariat. Baker was bound to bag that sheep alive or not at all. By the time the man got back with the lariat Baker, sheep and dog were all about in the same state of exhaustion. The man threw the noose over the big horn, and the capture was insured. It was about all that Baker could do to get back to the ranch, and the man, with other help that had arrived, got the sheep to the ranch and penned him up. “Baker was several days getting over the effects of his fight with the big horn. His intention was to send his prize east, but finding that thesheep persistently re- fused to eat or drink, and was visibly dying in its captivity, he ordered the animal set free. In less than a minute after regaining its liberty it had disap- peared among the rocks far up the side of the mountain.” —New York Sun. A Jupee’s Courrsuir.—The short- est courtship I ever heard of was that of an eminent jurist. He was on his way to hold court in a town when he met a young woman returning from market. “How deep is the creek and what did you get for your butter?” asked the { judge. “Up to the knee and ninepence,’” was the answer, as the girl walked on. The judge pondered over the sensible brevity of the reply, turned his horse, rode back and overtook her. “I liked your answer just now,” he 1 think you make a good wife. Will you marry me ?”’ She looked him over and said: “Yes.” “Then get up behind me and we will ride to town and be married.” She did get up behind and they rode to the court-house and were made one. It is recorded that the marriage was 2 pre-eminently happy one. —New York Press would Repeating History. In the days of slavery, the old-line ab- olitionists believed in persistent agita- tion though there were but few of them —we mean those who were open and outspoken abolitionists. In 1848 there was just enough abolitionism that had gradually and unconsciously crept into the Democratic party to poll over a hundred thousand ‘free soil” votes for Van Buren in New York State and de- feat Cass, and elect General Taylor, the Whig candidate for President. Then, in 1850, the slave power politi- cians of the South and their allies of the North, both ‘Whig and Democratic, con- cluded to put a stop tothe abolition agi- tation by repealing the Missouri Com- promise and enacting the Fugitive Slave Law. That in both the Democratic and ‘Whig national conventions of 1852 was formally pronounced a final settlement of the slavery question, and the edict went forth through the newspaper or- gans of both parties that the slavery question, being settled forever and ever, shall never again be agitated or talked about above a low whisper! But notwithstanding the apparent su- premacy of the slave power, such men of nerve like Chase, Wilmot and Sum- ner stepped forth from the Democratic ranks, and Stevens, Giddings and Gree- ley from the Whig ranks and declared to all American mankind that the slav- ery question was not settled forever and ever. Instead of successfully choking down the issue, the bold, defiant and aggressive steps taken by the slave pow- er in 1850 only gave fresh impetus to the sincere anti-slavery element, and the organization of the Republican party, on an anti-slavery basis, became inevit- able—though delayedseveral years by the Know-Nothing cyclone of that time. Only ten years later the slavery question was really settled, absolutely and for- ever, and in a manner that is found re- corded as part of the history of the late war. The result was more sweeping and radical than even the most hope- ful abolitionist ever expected to realize in hisday or generation. It was the aggressive movement that became the last straw on the camel’s back and fore- ed the issue upon the American people. There is a slave power to-day, just a quarter of a century after the abolition of chattel slavery, that is yet more op- pressive than chattel slavery ever was in its most absolute and offensive form. It demands nothing less than absolute subjugation of the entire laboring and individual business interests, and the building up of the most arbitrary money oligarchy on earth, even in the name of American patriotism and under the hyp- ocritical pretense of special and warm- hearted love for the very dear people! Finding that even the simple, modest and “free soil’ proposition to give our people and their industries the benefit of free wool and the other raw materials was refused by orders from the olig- archy, the latter took it irto their heads, as their pro-slavery ancestors did in 1860, to finish up and silence the annoying “Tariff Reformers” by constructing one tariff protected monopoly trust after an- other until every industrial interest shall have surrendered and be at the mercy of the monopoly power, and the majority of the people reduced to a condition even worse than the Russian serft. That is just what is going on now. ' The trusts arealready too numerous to mention, and yetonly a few days ago even the salt of the earth bas fallen into the clutches of the aristocracy and every salt-eating American white slave must pay his share of the many millions a year to pile up vet more fabulous money wealth upon their rulers ! ‘We are not without strong hope and belief that we are rapidly approaching the eve of a popular uprising that will, even by the simple and peaceful use of the ballot, eall an emphatic halt, on injus- tice and oppression and sweep every semblance of money inflated aristocracy from political power, if not from the face of the earth. Assure as the sun rises and sets the popularrevulsion 1s coming. The bread eaters, the beef eater, the cof- fee drinkers, the sugar eaterss, and all who buy salt to flavor the potatoes they eat, and who buy this, that or the other article of life's necessity that finds its way to market under the auspices of the monopoly trust combination, will and must wake up and join in the coming popular protest. And when the revul- sion does come, there wil! be no halting at the free raw material half-way house, but nothing short of absolute and un- conditional free trade and equal rights for all will then satisfy the popular de- mand. The people are very slow to move, but when once they do move they move like thurnder.—North Carolina Democrat. A weeping peach tree is one of the curiosities ot Denison, Tex. It is visited by many persons daily. At times a perfect mist or spray surrounds it A number of superstitious persons think that spirits operate upon the tree. A leading Spiritualist visited the tree last Sunday, and thought that a seance would explain the mystery. The ne- groes attach considerable significance to the name of the variety of the peach, which is known as the Robert E. Lee. The most ignorant declare that the spirit of the dead Confederate chieftain is op- erating upon the tree. After dark they give the neighborhood a wide berth. James Wallace, a negro who has been afflicted with inflamatory rheumatism for the past two years and bed-ridden most of the time, was impressed that the fluid from the tree would effect a cure. He was sponged with the fluid, and said he felt much relieved. ——Dnr. S. P. Richardson, of Athens, Ga., comes to the front with a cat story. He tells of three or four kittens being found in a certain house one morning, and there was a little difference among the children of the family as to how the stock could be divided. While the dis- cussion was going on the old M:ltese cat came in, and this ended the discus- sion, for each member of the family could now have a cat of their own. In the course of a few hours a gentleman living seven or eight miles distant came in, ard in a little while the old cat came | in and hopped on the stranger's knee. | The gentleman stroked the cat, and dis- | covered that she belonged at his home. | The old cat had become offended at the | mistress of the home and had removed herself and her whole family the dis- tance of seven miles. Fashion Fancies. —S8ilk shoes and stockings of the same color as the gown accompany ball and evening toilets. —The newest blouses are made of washing silk, trimmed with stripes of a figured border. —Hosiery worn with low walking shoes should be the color of the shoes,us- ually, of course, black. —A cloth mantle for children is made with a yoke, the skirt portion gathered to it, and pinked all round. It is inex- pensive and picturesque. —Lace and embroidered skirts of last summer may be worn this year by ar- ranging them as tunics, mounted at the top with a casing with colpred ribbon run through. —Many ladies have their traveling dresses made with contrasting waist- coats, which may be changed at will, thus allowing a variation of custume when trunks are not available. —A pretty empire poke for country wear is of green straw, the brim faced with green velvet, three or four shades of green ribbon being bunched on the crown, holding a cluster of large white daisies —Very ladylike and dainty costumes tor summer are shown, made of a hand- some quality of Bengaline or Surah, fig- ured with small devices over grounds of of gray, amber, terra cotta, strawberry, reseda, pale olive and old rose. —Watteau draperies, as well as the straight styles, are employed for India and Burmese silks, and they are trim- med, according to the use for which they are indicated, with velvet revers, etc, or with quantities, more or less, of creamy lace. —The new fancy straw head-cover- ings show all sorts'of fancy designs. In many of the bomméts and round hats they are arranged in what is known as “row and row’ braids, these showing very chic and pretty effects in color and device. —There is certainly nothing in the jewel or floral kingdom which can quite take the place oflaceas a personal adorn- ment. All do not look well in either jewelry, or ribbons, or flowers, but the softening and beautifying powers of lace is almost magical. —Princesse dresses of ‘‘oyster-shell” white satin are favorite gowns with wealthy dowagers. These are draped with crepe de chine, also in oyster-shell white, which new shade has a gleaming silvery-gray tint with no cream whatev- er in its reflections — Corduroy is to be the ‘material of the autumn and winter, and itis now being made up into evening ‘cloaks which completely envelope the figure, reach to the hem of the dress, and fit in the back, the collars rounded and stand- ing up about the throat. Embarrassing to the Girl. A young woman brought a ringto a jeweler the other day and requested him to reset the stone, which she said was loose. She spoke of it as a diamond sol- itaire. The jeweler took the ring and said he would attend to it. As the cus- tomer was leaving the store the jeweler called her back and said: ¢This stone is glass, ma’am—I want you to under- stand that.” The young woman colored up and exclaimed with wrath in her voice: It's no such thing—its’s a real diamond. Glass, indeed !”’ «Excuse me, ma’am,’’ politely rejoin- ed the jeweler, “itis nothing more than a piece of common crystal or glass. There is no doubt whatever about it.” “But it was a present given to me last Christmas by a very dear friend who wouldn't think of giving me a sham diamond,’’ the young woman persisted. “I'm sorry, ma'am,” replied the jew- eler: ‘“somebody’s been deceived very likely, but this stone is absolutely worth- less; a chip of glass.” Well, the young woman argued still further about thering and insisted it was very valuable, and at last took it away with her saying that she would take it somewhere else to be repaired. She was nearly in tears when she left the store. After she had gone the jeweler said to me: “I did not want to hurt that girl’s feelings, but when a ring of that kind is given to me to be repaired I always make it a practice of having it clearly understood that the stone is valueless. If I did not I should run the risk of having that young woman come back after she had discovered the stone was not a diamond and accuse me of chang- ing iv in the resetting. Such a [charge was once made against me under eir- cumstances of this kind, and since then I have followed a cautious policy for my own protection. That girl was hon- est, I’ve no doubt, but I can not afford to take any chances.”— Pittsburg Dis- patch. An Old Circus Rider Bows Out. William B. Carroll,who was undoubt- edly the oldest circus performer in the country, died on Sunday at his home in West Chester village, at the age of 74 years. He was familiarly known in the profession as “Uncle Barney’’ Carroll. There does not live to-day any one who was associated with him in the old time circus business. His life was an event- ful one. He was born in Knuoxville, Tennessee, in 1815, and when 12 years old,ran away from his father’s farm and ! joined a small circus company. Carroll was in active service as a rider and leaper as late as 1876, when he was with the Van Ambergh show. At that time he was 61 years old. His last service was with the Forepaugh show as ring master in 1878. In his latter years he was as active and muscular as ever, and had many pupils in the noble art of circus riding. Probably no circus man in the world ever had such a company of pupils as Carroll had last winter, when he instruct- ed the gentlemen performers in Mr. J. M. Waterbury’s amateur circus at West Chester. Under his tuition Robert Pot- ter, Joseph Potter, Thomas Havemeyer and Lorillard Harriman learned very difficult feats in bare-back riding. Carroll hud general charge of that fa- mous performance. On his seventy- fourth birth-day, last March, while in- structing Mr. Waterbury’s performers, the old man mounted a bare-backed horse and performed a number of diffi- cult tricks, to the intense astonishment of all beholders. -