Bellefonte, Pa., February 28, 1890. THE AVERAGE MAN. His face had the grim look of granite, As wrinkled and brown with the sun As the coat on his narrow shoulders— ‘And his hands showed the work he had done For his wife and the babe on her bosom, Yet he smiled through his palor and tan In a patient, sad way,as if saying, “I'm only the average man.” “J can’the a hero or poet, Nor a General, decked with acrown; I'm only a badly-paid servant For them setabove me. I'm down, An’ its no use complaining, I'll get along the best way I can— But one o’ these days’ll come mornin’ An’ hope for the average man.” As Ilcoked on this wistful-eyed toiler A fire flashed inte my brain, And I eried from my heart’s deepest center Above the wild roar of the train: «I have seen the hero of battles, I have looked on the hand for the plan— The mightiest force of the world is The arm of the average man! He wages all battles and wins them, He builds all the towers thatsoar From the heart and the heat of the city ; His hand sets the ship from the shore. Without him the General is helpless, The earth but a place for a plan, He moves all, and builds all, and feeds all, This sad-smiling average mon! Then T lifted my hand in a promise. With teeth hard-set and my breath Held close in my throat, as I uttered In a vow that shali outlive death: “YT awear that the builder no longer To me shall pe less than the plan; Henceforth I give honor and glory— Being just to the average man!” °° — Hamlin Garland, in Exchange. erm —————— A DENTAL TRAGEDY. Smalibore made no secret of the fact that he meant “business” with Ance- lina Goodluck. She had a good figure, a pretty face, not too much brains and a cool million in hard cash. There was every indication that Smallbore’s suit would be crowned with success. Never before had his smile been so be- witching or his glances so thrillingly tender. Miss Angelina basked in the sunshine of the former and revelled in the radiance of the latter. In fact so obvious was it that Smallbore was the favored suitor thatall other competitors had retired from the field with the ex- ception of Frank Bluff, and it was the general opinion that he didn’t leave it simply because of his constitutional in- ability to perceive when he was beaten. The Goodluck parties, as everybody in the social swim knows, are delight fal and jolly affairs. They ave not sufficiently particular, perhaps, con- cerning the lineage of some persons they invite to suit those who hold strong and uncompromising opinions on the subject of “blue blood,” but it has always been conceded that if any one gets bored at one of the Goodluck’s entertainments the fault is his own. There is no stiffness or restraint about their hospitality. They possess the happy faculty of making everybody feel at home. The house, with the large conservatory attached to it, is delightfully arranged for “spooning” or even more serious amatory business. The house is deservedly very popular with mammas with marriageabledaugh- ters. One mamma who there successful- ly launched three danghters on the serene and placid sea of matrimony, once remarked: “lt is my candid opinion that if a girl can’t get off’ the hooks through Goodluck’s parties she may as well retire to a nunnery at once.” It is not strange, therefore, that Smalibore should have decided after careful consideration, to formally ¢ pop” to Miss Angelina at the next Goodluck party. The fateful eveningcame round in due course as all evenings do. fate- ful or otherwise. Smallbore was a hap- py man and he believed that some where in the neighborhood of mid- night he would be still happier. The most careful and methodical of men is apt to become absent minded when he thinks that he is going to “pop” to a young lady within the next few hours. Ido not speak from ex- perience but I have been so informed by those whom I have consulted on the subject. Smallbore himself told me afterward that he dressed like an automaton thatevening.as he wasthink- ing all the time of “something else.” It was a long drive to the Goodluck mansion, but the way didn’t seem long to Smallbore. The rain fell in a .dis- mal drizzle. The contrast between the cheerless streets and the brilliantly lighted parlors full of fragrance and well bred men and handsome women was equal to that between the ogre’s den and the fairies’ grotto in the panto- ‘mime. Sot served to the poor people gathered outside who occasionally caugnt fragmentary ghmpses of the scene within when a door was opened, and they wished wistfully that they, too, might be rich. But no sooner had Smallbore opened his mouth to greet the first friend that he met—young Jack Seaspray—than he made a discovery which caused him to feel that he would gladly change places with the pcorest of the poor chaps outside and remain a poor chap for the rest of his days. That he told me himself. He had forgotten his false teeth ! He turned paleand clapped his hand- kerchief to his mouth while harrow- ing thoughts swirled through his brain. Great heavens, if he should smile he he was a lost man! He could not sing. He was robbed of his accomplishments and transformed into an awkward body “What's the matter, old fellow?” asked Seaspray, with genuine solici- tude. “Nothing, nothing,” Imuttered poor Smallbore behind the folds of his hand- kerchief, the absence of his teeth mak- ing him lisp. “I gueth ith only a thill, buth I think I'd betther go home.” Wise decision. Why don’t he stick to it? Because fate had ordained that at that moment he should see, through an opeu door, Frank Bluff paying ard- ent attention to Miss Angelina. dinary circumstances, of a well regula- ted and discreet character. But even the most temperate of wooers is likely to get his mental balance disturbed when he sees a rival making love to the woman whom he has resolved to make his wife. So Smallbore hastily decided that he would make himself as inconspicuous as possible. “Come upstairs and take a brandy and soda,” said Seaspray, “you will feel better then.” “Thankth, I thinkth T thwill,” re- phed Smallbore, who felt the need of something to stimulate his courage. It was the worst thing he could take un- under the circumstances. What he wanted was something to quicken bis judgment. Brandy and soda doesn’t do that. “It's my private opinion,” subsequent- ly observed Seaspray, in the smoking room, “that Smallbore is three sheets in the wind with the fourth flapping.” Seaspray was something of a yacht- man and affected nautical phrases. “Well, if that's the case, he had bet- ter ficht shy <f Miss Angelina,” was the judicious response; “she threw over Will Highfly last year because she found him tight once.” Smallbore, despite the brandy and soda, was of the same opinion, but as he explained to me afterward when making a clean breast of the whole business, he could not resist the temp- tation to steal down stairs to see what Bluff was up to. Ie selected a place in deep shadow where he could see without much risk of being seen. But in this world when a fellow gets into a fix the thing that he wishes most to avoid is most likely to happen. The sharp eyes of Miss Kitty Chipper dis- covered him. She had been out six seasons, and perhaps had her own pri- vate reasons for objecting to a long continued tete-a-tete between Miss Angelina and Bluff. “Oh, Mr. Smallbore,” she exclaimed, tripping up to him, “where have you been keeping yourself so long. I'm so glad I've found you. There are a lot of girls who are just dying to have you sing a duet with Miss Angelina. That sweet one, you know, about love will have its way.” Miss Kitty tapped Lim with her fan and added slyly, pointing to where Miss Angelina and Bluff were sitting : “Now don’t you think that I'm a real good friend of yours? There's many a slip ‘twixt the cup and the lip, you know.” “Confound her!’ thought Smallbore. (He really thought something stronger, he told me.) Earlier in the evening he had looked forward with a great deal of pleasure to singing with Miss Ange- lina, but now the bare idea of it made him shudder. “Tha’ll have to excuthe me,” mum- bled Smallbore, vainly trying to con- trol his lisp. “I'm noth feelthing thwell.” “Indeed I think we had better excuse you,’ replied Miss Kitty with emphasis, lifting her eyebrows. Smallbore didn’t appreciate the sig- nificance of that emphasis. He was only too glad to get rid of her. Meanwhile a false theory concern- ing the cause of Smallbore’s defective speech had traveled like lightning. Tom Jenkins, who bore Smallbore a grudge for a richly deserved snub which Smallbore had once administer ed to him,fonnd an opportunity to whisp- er the news to Bluff. I got it afterward from a friend of Bluff's that this is what he said : “That snob, Smallbore, is as full as a tick, He can’t even talk straight. If you play your cards well you've got a winning game.” I don’t like Bluff, but I admit he is a pretty smart fellow. He at once perceived the advantages which the situation offered for him. Kittie Clipper had only left Small- bore five minutes when Bluff strolled up to him. “What's this I hear, old fellow; you're not feeling well? I'm deucedly sorry. I'll take you where you'll get well in a jiffy. Miss Angelina has been so anxious to see you all the even- ing that, by Jove, she has been hardly civil to me.” “Come rizht along, old fellow,” ad- ded Bluff with affected good nature, patting Smalibore on the back, “you’li get well in no time.” There had been nothing in the terms of their acquaintance for the past six months to justify such familiarity. In fact their relations had been decidedly “strained.” But poor Smallbore was powerless in Bluft’s hands. He had hustled along until he found himself plumped down alongside of Miss Ange- lina. To add to his consternation he found that he had dropped his hand- kerchief and could no longer hide his embarrassment behind its protecting folds. “Why, Mr. Smallbore, I'm just aw- tully sorry to hear that you are sick. What can I do for you? Please do tell me. Perhaps if you come with me into the conservatory and get some fresh air you will feel better.” The tones were tender ; the look di- vinely sympathetic. It was in that conservatory that Smallbore had fond- ly imagined he would ask Miss Angeli- na to be his wife. Here was the op- portunity offered him. But he was Just as powerless to take advantage of it as if he had been bound hand and foot. He had never beforein his life, he told me, felt so abjectly and com- pletely miserable. “Ith nothing; ith nothing; T atthure thu Mith Anthelina,” be said pitiously, “I’m a lithle thick, thath all! T’ll get over ith.” Miss Angelina looked at him earnest- ly. There was no trace on his face of that bewitching, inimitable smile with which he was wont to meet her gaze. Alas, poor Smallbore did not dare to attempt a smile. That would expose a cavity where four pearl-white teeth had been accustomed to glisten. His lips were tightly drawn. a most woefel aspect. Miss Angelina's sympathies were i tonched. Smallbore might have extri- | cated himself from his awkward posi- He presented | . he makes no account of them. issue on some other occasion, when better equipped for it, but for one | little awkward circumstance. i Women are quick to put this and that together and jump at conclusions. | 1,16 stains out of bed ticking. Spreed | Laundry Hints. Buttermilk ' sometimes. Rinse in soapy water. A paste of soft soap and starch will Miss Angelina had delicate olfactory | {i on the spots, and when dry scrape off organs, She detected the odor of brandy. It was the result of that con- founded brandy and soda that Small- bore had takenatSeaspray’s suggestion. Her manner became frigid immediately. “Mr. Smallbore, I think you had better co home at once,” she exclaim- ed tartly. Then turning to Bluff, who had re- mained close at hand to see bow his little game worked, she said sweetly : “Will you be kind enough to take me to the supper room ?” : “Don’t be too hard on him, Miss Angelina,’ Smallkore heard Bluff say as they moved off, “I don’t think that he often gets in that condition.” When Smallbore reached his rooms the first thing that awakened in his mind a realizing sense of what that evening had cost him was the sight of those precious false teeth glistening at the bottom of a tumbler filled with wa- ter. He knew that he could never so far sacrifice his pride as to tell Miss Angelina the true cause of his seeming- ly strange conduct. He had lost her. —The Epoch. Extensive Business Failures. Further Evidences of the Prosperity of the Country Under Republican Rule. The Spaulding iron works at DBril- liant, Ohio, have closed down, and are in the hands of a receiver. The com- pany was organized in 1882 with a cap- ital stock of $300,000. The failure in- volves about $2,000,000. Joseph P. Murphy, manufacturer of cotton and woolen goods, Philadelphia, has made an assignment. Liabilities $500,000. Over 1,000 persons are thrown out of employment. Hamett & Co., worsted yarn manu- facturers, of the same city,are financially embarrassed, with liabilities amounting to $100,000. They will be unable to stem the current. | Niblock coal and mining company, Chicago ; liabilities $15,000. R. Diemel & Bros., extensive fur- niture dealers, Chicago, liabilities not known. The Madison Bank at South Dakota has assigned; also, the La Belle branch house importing company. Liabilities not known. N. T. Quinby & Co., manufacturing jewelers of Boston, have failed. The house is one of the largest in its line. Hobbs, Glidden & Co., dealers in building materials, Boston, have failed and assigned. The liabilities are rough- ly estimated at $50,000. At Aduairville, Ky., F. S. Kernan, dry goods, has assigned. Liabilities, $30,000. M. & E. Solomon, tobaceo importers, New York, have at last made settle- ment with their priz.cipal creditors, it is said, at 30 cents on the dollar after two years of litigation. They offered 40 cents on $500,000 in January, 1888, but this was not accepted. The New Bremen foundry and ma- chine company, at New Bremen, Ohio, has made an assigment. The Bank of Columbia,South Dakota. has closed its doors. Liabilities $10,000. Lessing, Solomon & Rosenthal, whole- sale dry goods and cotton factors, Waco, Texas, announce their embarrassment, and place their liabilities at nearly $1,- 000,000. ‘The large dry goods store of I. Shaf- ter, Dubois, Pa., has been closed by the sheriff. Executions to the amount of between $7,500 and $8,000 have been issued against him. ‘Wm. Johnson & Co., a large leather firm, have filed a petition in insolvency. Liabilities $449,000. A general assignment of the carpet manufacturing firm of John and Charles W. Schofield, Philadel phia,is announced. The liabilities of the firm are unknown, but the assets are understocd to be not less than $100,000. The big dry goods house of Fenton R. Lawler, Wabash avenue, Chicago, has been closed by the sheriff. It is believed the failure will show liabilities of over $150,000, Bell & Co., extensive barrel and keg manufacturcrs Youngstown, Ohio, have assigned. Liabilities $84,000. H. B Shun & Co., dry goods import- ers and commission merchants, New York, have failed. Liabilities $80,000. The George I. Smith middlings pu- rifier company, Jackson, Mich, has failed, with liabilities at balf a million. The Capital wagon company, of Lansing, Mich., organized three years ago with $63,000 capital, has failed. Liabilities $64,000. : The Morgan iron company , Philadel- phia, has failed. Liabilities $280,000. Dun & Co. report the total number of failures in the United States for the year 1889 to have been 10,882, with total liabilities amounting to $148,784,33,. This is an increase in number over the previous year of 203, and in liabilities of $24,955,264. ABER PITT TN Give the Farm Credit. In casting up acconts to know if he has made or lost in the year’soperations the farmer should in all fairness make a proper credit for the living he has had oft of the farm and which, were he in { and wash with a damp sponge. To remove grease stains from silk hats | use turpentine, and then alcohol. | To irona silk hat—Holding the hat in the lett hand, pass a warm iron quick- | ly around, following the lay of the nap. To clean silk the garment must be first ripped and brushed. Spresd on a flat | board an old blanket, covered with an | 01d sheet; then sponge the silk on both | sides, rubbing any dirty spots particu- (larly with this mixture: One-half cup | of gall, one-half cup ot ammonia and | | one-half pint of tepid soft water. Roll | the silk on a stick—an old broom han- dle will do—being careful that no wrin- | kles are left on it. Let it dry without | ironing. Woolen goods may be treated | in the same manner. All fancy hosiery should be put into | a strong solution of salt and cold water | before wearing, well saturated and dried without wringing, either in the shade [or in a warm room. | Two ounces of common tobacco boiled | in a gallon of water, rubbed on with a | stiff brush, is used to renovate old clothes. | Tt is said to leave no smell.—ZLondon | Housekeeper. : The Anti-Cobdenites. | Philadeldhia Record. | At-the Tariff Reform meeting held in Industrial Hall on Thursday night, Mr. Singerly, the chairman, expressed the | doubt if any of the menibers of the An- [ ti-Cobden Club had ever read the life of | Cobden. That expression contained { more turth than poetry. Recently two Lot my friends, both British-Americans, had a conversation. The older, aged about 60 years, met the younger, his junior by twelve years, in Kensington, and asked him if it was true that the latter had joined the ¢“Anti-Cobden Club.” “Qh, yes,” said he, bracing up with no little pride. “How is it that you give it such a name as Anti-Cobden ?”’ “Well,” answered the younger, with considerable doubt and hesitation ; “I— I—suppose they named it that after some great politician born over here in Kensington.” «What! is it possible! Did you nev- er hear ot Richard Cobden over in Eng- land ?” “No.” “Did you not hear your father talk about Cobden ?” “No, I can’t say that I ever did.” “What was your father 2” “A weaver, like myself.” “Well, do you know when I was a little boy my . father took me by the hand, led me to a street corner, and he and I dropped a penny into a hollow globe. Theseglobes were stationed at the street corners on a certain day, be- tween the hours of 12 and 1 o’clock, in- to which the masses (not the classes) were to drop one penny. This money was to be used so that Richard Cobden, who championed the cause of the people could have the necessary property or money qualific: tion to entitle him to a seat in the English Parliament. “By this penny subscription £8000 more than the required amount was raised. Cobden entered Parliament, of- fered a motion for the ‘repeal of the Corn laws,” followed by a convincing speech. John Bright, the true. states- man, shortly afterward also entered the House of Commons. He eloquently ap- pealed to the members of Parliament to vote in favor of Cobden’s repeal. In a few years Cobden’s motion was carried, and the cause of the starving and desti- tute was accomplished. Why, Cobden was one of the greatest men England ever produced.” But I suppose this British-American’s information as to one of the greatest of his countrymen is about on a par with that of his fellow-members of the ‘“‘An- ti-Cobden’ Club. Your truly: HuMmBoLDT. Little Women. A Mistake They Often Make in Buying Millinery. Little women with large heads very often think they will look taller if they wear large hats and a fluffy arrange- ment of the hair. This is a fallacy, and intead of looking taller they will only appear the shorter. The reason is very simple. Their height is only about six lengths of the head. Naturally, by in- creasing the size of the head the dispro- portion will be greater, as then their figure will appear to be only five times the length of their head. Little women should wear small bats and simple hair dress. One often hears a tall woman say, when trying on a large hat: “Oh, I could not think of wearing this hat; why, it adds at least six inches to my height, and I think I am tall enough now.’”” And she forthwith proceeds to buy a little bit of a hat, scarcely distin- guishable from her Psyche knot. But ir she wore a larger hat her head would appear larger and in better proportion to the body.—St Louis Post-Dispatch. A Kansas Senator Justly Rebuked. From the St. Louis Republic. anv other business, he would be com- pelled to pay cash for. His garden has supported him with a large part of the summer’s living,and his cellar is now— or should be—well stored with potatoes, turnips, beets, carrots, parsnips, onions, etc., for winter consumption. His | chickens have provided much of the | meat and an abundant supply of eggs, | while butter, cream and milk have been | used without stint and at a rate that would bankrupt an ordinary villager. This should be credited to the farm just as well and as honestly as should the | corn, wheat, oats, pigs or steers sold from it, and if this is fairly done a little | idea of the relative advantages of farming and other kinds of business would pre- vail. A blacksmith or carpenter may get more ready money during the year, but he must take a large part of his earnings to buy these very things which the farmer has in such abundance that Cred- it them fairly to the farm and see how Smallbore’s affection was, under or- tion and pushed his suit to a successful the account stands. . General as he alleges. Mr. John J. Ingalls has described himself as a member of the Brahman caste of New England, and he is fond of quoting Latin in his speeches, but in his latest attack on Mississippt he says: | «I accordingly went to the Attorney- General and was furnished the report.” If Mr. Ingalls will examine the facts | of the case more closely he will find that he was not furnished by the Attorney- Something quite different occurred. The report was fur- nished. TItis quite impossibleto turnish a person, and 1t is very clumsy to fur- nish a report. The right of comment on the propriety of connecting different moods, tenses, and voices withoutiepeating the nom- inative is waived, but Mr. Ingalls owes a decent respect to the syntax and etymology of the English language. --A man is happiest when he can for- get all the mean things he knows about himself. will remove tar spots | ! How to Go to Sleep Properly, This from a physician: “In these ; days of innumerable hints for health and | comeliness let me tell Beauty how not | to go to sleep. Let her take care that it 1s not with a frown or disconted expres- sion, for such will be apt to leave its imprint during her sleeping hours and contribute just so much to permanent unbecoming lines. As she finds her- self sinking into the arms of the drowsy god let her close her mouth easily, allow the eyelids to drop gently but fully over the eyes, and, just as she yields herself to his soothing embrace, summon some pleasant thought that shall set the seal of peaceful content upon her face. She cheek, a common hahit with youthful sleepers, which wrinkles and shightly numbs the skin, and, of course, she should breathe always through the nose.” A Bishop on the Tariff, The Pastoral Letter of a Western Prel- ateto His Farmer Flock. _ In a Lenten pastoral letter to be read in all the churches of the diocese of “We may say that, surrounded by a bountiful crop. as we are, many of. our people are suffering and are in misery, uncertain what they should do in the future. from the laboring classes in cities who are without work, but especially from the country districts, from the farming population which feel that matters can- not be as they are for an indefinite num- ber of years,or they will lose their houses and homes. “Owing to the peculiar state of our country every one suffers when the farming population is in distress. Thoughtful persons are well aware that the present grievances of the farmers are but too true. It seems that almost every industry in our country is protee- ted in order to amass riches in the hands of the few by which the many will have to suffer. The only classes not protected are those that would seem to need it most---the laboring men and the farm. ing population. The Late Henry Grady. An Incident Showing IHow Much He Loved His Mother. He (Henry Grady) had visited his mother in Athens Christmas week, and he told me: “I don’t think I ever felt happier than when I reached the little home of my boyhood. 1 got there at night. She had saved supper for me, and she had remembered all the things I liked. She toasted me some cheese over the fire. Why, I hadn’t tasted anything like it since I put off my round jackets, And then she had some home made candy she knew I used to love, and bless her dear heart, I just felt 16 again as we sat and talked, and she told me how she had prayed for me and thought of me always, and what a brightness I had been to her life and how she heard me coming home in every boy that whistled along the street. When I went to bed she came and tucked the covers around me in the dear old way that none but a mother’s hands know, and I felt so happy and so peace- ful and so full of tender love and tender memorics that I cried happy, grateful tears until I went to sleep.—Maud An- drews in Atlanta Constitution. The Pennsylvania Railroad Company’s Last Tour to Jacksonville. Contrast carries strong and convincing argument, where eloquent and wordy dissertations fail. To wit: When the tourists alighted in Philadelphia and New York from the special train of Pull- man vestibule cars, on which they had found a luxurious home en route from Jacksonville, their sun-bronzed, healthy faces, in contrast with those of their home-staying relatives and friends greet- ing them, contained such ample proof of the tour's benefit, that conventional health inquiries were entirely unnecess- ary. The last of these tours has been appointed for Tuesday, March 4th. Tickets, $50 from New York and $48 from Philacel hia, include meals en route in both directions, Pullman ac- commodation, sleeping, drawing-room, and dinning cars, and a privilege of a two weeks’ stay in the South, amid the blossomings of tropical spring. From the encouraging patronage of the previous tours, ‘twould be well for those desiring to avail themselves of these popular personally-conducted Pennsylvania Railroad enterprises, to apply at once to S. W. ¥. Draper, Tourist Agent, 849 Broadway, or W. ‘W. Lord, Jr.,, Tourist Agent, 205 Washington Street, Boston. The Awful Alternative. Finucane called on Mike Leary’s old- est boy, Tim, one day, and found that tine broth of a boy pale aboat the gills, losing flesh and the picture of despair. “Holy Moses, Tim, it’s murtherin ill ye're lukin | Phat in the name of the kraken’s the mather ?” “Finucane !”’ “Yis.® “Ye know that blatherin spalpeen av step-son Jamie ?’ “That [ do.” “He bet me a dollar to a pint I couldn’t schwally an igg widout brakin the shell av it.” “Naw!” Ys.” “Did ye do ut ?” 1 did.n “Then phat’s alin ye ?’ “It’s doon there. T'll break it and cut me stummick wid the shell. If I kape quiet the dom thing’ll hatch shanzhai rooster a clawin me insides.” Bap like your new neighbors, Tommy ?” «] don’t like ’em at all, neither does mother.” “Why not?” «Qh, I don’t like ‘em ’cause their dog licks mine, and mother don’t like ’em ‘cause they won’t loan her their tooth- brush.” should not lie with one hand under her | Leavenworth, Kan., Bishop Fink, of the Roman Catholic church, referring to | the Farmers’ Alliance movement, caused | by the agricultural depression, says: | The complaints come not only | a Widdy Costigan’s second husbands | If I joomp about oot and I'll have a! NeicHEBORS.—How do you Windows in an Egg. A French scientist who removed the shell on either side of an ego, without injuring the membrane,in patches about the size of the diameter of a pea, and snugly fitted the openings with bits of glass, gives the following report of the wonderful experiment: «I placed the egg with the glass bull's eyes in an incubator run by clockwork and revolving once each hour, so that T bad the pleasure of looking through and watching the change upon the inside at the end of each sixty minutes. No changes were noticeable until after the end of the twelfth hour, when some of the lineaments of the head and body of the chick made their appearance. The heart appeared to beat at the end of the twenty-fourth hour, and in forty-eight hours two vessels of blood were distin- | guished, the pulsations being quite visi- | ble. When 451 hours had elapsed we I heard the first ery of the little imprison- "ed biped. From that time forward it | grew rapidly, and came out a full-fledg- | ed chick at the proper time.”’—ZLondon Standard. Tailor-made Spring Coats. | They Are Being Made up in the Delicate Shadowy Tints. English tailors are making up cloths in pale shadowy colors for spring coats. The New York 7ribune says: ‘There are delicate grayish tints of blue, lichen- | hued greens and light heliotrope shown in these coats, besides the dark and neu- i tral shades, which will always be popu- | lar. The new coats are noteworthy for | their increased length and close cuirass- | like fit about the hips. Large square- | cornered lapels are still used, but a sin- | gle lapel is more frequently seen and the { entire effect of the new styles is more severe and simple with possibly the sin- gle exception of the new fringe border- ed coats on which yokes are outlined in braid and woolen fringe. All wrap and coat sleeves remain high on the shoulder, and are quite full at the top, though the extremely full sleeve wora during the winter will not be generally used. An excellent model for spring is a coat reaching several inches below the bips. This fits closely at the back and l'around the hips, but is not fitted to the waist in front. This coat is made of heliotrope faced cloth, finished with a i high standing collar, single square-cor- nered lapel and narrow cuffs covered solidly with gold and black braid laid on in parallel lines. The coat closes down the front with a fly, and is bordered above the fly with a narrow band of sol- id braiding. Another coatis in two shades of faced cloth, like tan and ecru, giving in one piece the effect of a close. armor-fitting jacket of tan, fastened down the front by tiny gold ball buttons, over which is worn a sleeveless jacket of ecru cloth, parted to show the tan cloth the entire length of the front. Simple high tan sleeves with epaulets of the ecru cloth finish the jacket. | Bon fires in the South. I was talking the other day with a gentleman just returned from a long trip through the South, when he told me about innumerable fires in the open air which he saw as the train swept across Alabama and Georgia at night. It seemed, he said, as it there was a boufire in front of every country man- sion. *C. H. Parmelee, a former Southern- er, now living here, to whom I men- tioned this observation, said to me: “Why, he was just about right. There is a bonfire in front of nearly every country mansion in the South to-night. It is located some distance from the house, and is built to gather the mos- quitoes and insects, which fly to the light, and leave the people sitting on the porches in comfort. That is one of the oldest and most comnmon practices in the South. Animals as well as in- sects are attracted by the fire, you know. A horse will dash headlong into a fire at night, and when stables catch fire the only way to save the animals is to blindfold them with blankets.”—New York Press. Michael Angelo Was Slow, Probably one of the liveliest parties that ever visited Europe from tuhis country was the one composed of mem- bers of the old Owl club. of this city. Those who composed it are Tom Kirk- wood, Fred Stanley, Harry Billings, Scott Linn and Beverly Chambers. Poor Chambers and Linn have died since. This little party were given a grand banquet at the Owl club’s room on the eve of their departure, and were made to lie in flowers and bathe in wine. It was no limited, “Cook’s tourist” party, and each man took his ¢roll” with him, bent upon seeing the Old World thoroughly. They had their own special guide everywhere. In Rome they engaged the most expert courier and took in all of the celebrated art galleries. In one of these the courier paused in front of an old painting and said, impressively, as he pointed at the canvas : “That is by Michael Angelo. It took him nine years to paint it.” The boys regarded it intently. “You don’t mean to tell me that it took Mike nine years to paint that,” said Stanley finally. “It took Michael Angelo that time “to paint it,” said the guide. | “Well,” said Fred, “I'll lay 100 to 1 that Hank Milligan could bave painted it in three days.” The courier said Le | had never beard of him. ‘Never heard | of Hank Milligan exclaimed Stanley. | “Well, he may not be known here in Rome, but every one in Chicago knows him. He's a sign painter.” If the guide had not been getting extra large pay he would have quit the party in dis- gust, as he really loved art.— Chicago Herald. LemMoN CREAM P1e.—One teacupful powdered sugar, one tablespoonful but- ter, one, egg, the juice and grated rind of one lemon, one teacupful boiling water "and one tablespoontul corn starch dis- solved in cold water. Stir the corn starch into the boiling water, cream the butter and sugar, and pour over them the hot mixture. When quite cool add lemon and the beaten egg. Take the inner rind off the lemon and mince very small. Bake without top crust. — a
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