Bellefonte, Pa., Oct. 16, 189l. THE FOUR QUILTS. SPRING. 1 spread my quilt of the white star daisies, And every one the pattern praises: They look to Heaven with their golden eyes, These stars of the earth to the stars of the skies; My quilt of daisies. I tint my quilt with the buttercup’s gold, How much sunshine the wee things hold! They upward smile to their father, the sun, ‘Who gazes at them till the day is gone. And their cups close. SUMMER. I trim my quilt with the roses sweet, And teach their green leaves in the corners to meet; . In the centre are hollyhock, peonies red; And a myriad hues bedeck the spread; I hold all colors. Red centre? Ah,no! The centres shall be Of lilles white in their royalty— ! A quilt whose beauty all eyes shall win ; Such as kings left to their next of kin Shall be my bequest. AUTUMN. I plan my quilt of ripened leaves; Of the walout’s gold, where the maple waves Its crimson points ’gainst the bright blue sky, ‘While the oak tree's fruit in the corners lie, The graceful acorn. The centre shall be of golden grain Begilt with sunbeams one every plain, With a gentian frame of the deepest blue ; And alderberries shall blush there too From green leaves peeping. WINTER. My quilt shall be of the spotless snow STs quaint, when wild winds blow ; Bedecked with jewels of rainbow hue, Where the sunbeams gather their faces to view. I make their mirror. My quiit is better than all the rest, For it covers up the deserted pest— All the little flowers beneath it creeping Shall nestle down, to wake from sleeping With spring birds singing. —Lydia L. A. Very in the Boston Transcript. THE ANGEL OF SHILOH. “You found the tavern full?" The speaker was a handsome, intel- ligent looking gentleman of perhaps forty—evidently a citizen of the village and resident of the handsome but un- pretentious dwelling house in front of which he was standing. “Yes,” I replied; “I was too late by half an hour, so the landlord in- formed me.” “You shall be welcome here if you will accept of modest quarters and plain fare.” The tone of voice, no less than the words uttered, assured me that the of- fer of hospitality was sincere, and with a grateful heart and a simple expres sion of thanks I passed through the gate and clasped the extended hand of the man who, although I had never known of his existence till that minute, and who I had every reason to sup- pose a foe to the canse I represented, a rebel to the government whose uni- form I wore, yet in whom I recognized a friend and brother. “You are very kind,” I said; “more kind than you know, for I am not only weary, but ill, or I should not have sought lodgings indoors while my com- rades were exposed to the privations of camp life.” “I’m giad of the opportunity to offer hospitality to a professional brother,” he responded, “for I know from{jyour letter on your hatband that you are a surgeon, and I am a physician. This would have been sufficient to have prompted me to invite you in, but something else, a sudden but unex- plainable impulse, which I could not resist, impelled me to do it.” By this time I had been led into the family room. A beechwood fire blaz- ed and glowed upon the hearth, a bright carpet with warm colors covered the floor, an old fashioned mahogany sideboard stood to the left and a ba- reau of the same rich wood faced it on the other side of the room, and in one corner a clock of “ye olden time,” and known by the title of wall sweeper, counted off the seconds with steady precision and sounded the knell of dy- ing hours in a solemn monotone, Easy chairs stood back against the farther wall like entries on an inner picket line, while others were crowded about the cheerful fire; and these, as we en- tered, were occupied by persons whose faces I could have never forgotten, had I seen them but a moment and which are now photographed upon my heart forever and aye. There were three persons in the group—a vererable old gentleman, a white haired, matronly ! and kindly faced old lady, and a gold- en hair, blue eyed young lady—father, mother and daughter of my friendly host, Dr. Jewel. There is something in a name, else bow should these people be so appro- priately named ? I wondered and pon- dered the more when I learned that the richest and rarest gem in the group had the beautiful name of Lilian. I beg the reader's pardon, I have not told him or her, as the case may | be, who I am, or when, how or where all this happened. My name is Alden, a lineal descend- ant I am from John and Prisailla Ald- en, whose romantie history you doubt less have read in poetry, if not in prose My ancestors had gone west almost. a the mud and waded through swollen streams from early morn, having sur- rendered my horse to a sick soldier of the brigade to which I was attached, and was, therefore, worn and weary andalmost ill. Immediately after the order had been famed along the line to halt and to pitch tents for the night, a large number of the officers galloped on to the village and sought shelter be- neath the roof of the hotel it contained- It had been my purpose to get a hot supper and dry bed also, but my pro- fessional duties detained me for some time, and when I reached the door of the inn I was informed that not only all the beds, but every square foot of the parlor and sitting room floor had been pre-empted. It was while wending my way back to camp that I had the rare good for- tune, or fate, to attract the attention of Dr. Jewell. My boots were covered with mud, my clothes dripping with marrow of my bones and the center of my heart. Ittook but a brief time to warm me, however, for the elements of warmth were abundant. At his re- quest I followed the doctor into his chamber and donned a suit of his clothes, while he sent my own by a colored boy to the kitchen to be dried. Returning to the parlor, I observed a large bowl of steaming punch, flanked by goblets, upon a table which had been drawn up near the fire and by which an easy chair had been placed. The family arose as the doctor and I advanced, and the old gentleman de- livered a very brief but very eloquent temperance speech. He said: “You northerners have peculiar no- tions about the use of liquor, at least some of you have. I have been told that in some places it is an insult to a guest to offer him a glass of hot punch. We soatherners think differently. With us 1t is an act of hospitality to invite our friends, and even strangers, to join us in a social glass. I do not know what your views are, but believ- ing that punch is a good medicine for a man who has been drenched by a cold raid, I ordered some prepared, and hope you will join us in a glass before supper. But if you have any con- scientious scruples we shall respect them and at once send the bowl from the room.” “I have no such scruples,” I re sponded. “It is the abuse and not the proper use of stimulants that forms the basis of my temperance creed, and there are times when brandy is a bless. ing, and this is one of the times, I shall join you most heartily.” At the close of my speech the old gentleman gave place to his wife, who advanced and filled the goblets to the brim, while Lillian banded them around. When each of the men had been supplied with full and foaming beakers and the 9adies with smaller glasses only part full, the father said to the son, “Give us a toast. Walter —one suited to the occasion.” The doctor complied by saying : “May the acquaintance begun to- night ripen into a friendship before which all sectional and political pre- Jjudices shall dissolve and disappear, and may that friendship live and flour- ish in the hearts of all present when this cruel war shall exist only as a sad and sorrowful reminiscence.” “I most heartily indorse the senti- ment you have so beautifully espress- ed,” IT responded, “and beg leave to quote from a Northland poet in reply : May the song birds of peace soon revisit our glades, And our children clasp hands where their fathers crossed blades. “Amen” A reverent and fervent burst from the lips of the old geutle- man as he touched my glass with his and raised it to his lips; tears rolled down the furrowed features of his good wife, and tears stood in the blue eyes of the beautiful Lillian, and the long silken lashes that curtained those heav- enly orbs drooped and quivered like the dew laden willow fringe that hides from sight the crystal waters of a spring in the valley of Eden—the Eden of my chi'dhood. Supper being announced at this mo- ment, the old folks led the way, and the doctor, taking my arm, followed them into a large, old fashioned room, which served as doth kitchen and din- ing room. It was a most cheerful and homelike place ; the table which stood in the center of the uncarpeted floor presented a neat, inviting appearance to a soldier who had been on short ra- tions for some days, and who had eat- en nothing for twelve hours. Ham and eggs and delicious corn cakes,done toa turn, with sweet country butter and coffee with real cream constituted the bill of fare. It was ample and I did full justice to it. The evening hours flew rapidly past on downy wings of friendly converse, till the old clock in the corner announc- ed the hour of 11, when the thought- ful mother mildly suggested that the major was doubtless tired and would like to retire. I disclaimed any thought of weariness, and, indeed, I uttered but the simple truth in saying that I had not been so entirely refreshed for weeks, It is passing strange what power there is in good fellowship to restore the wasted energies of the body as well as spirit. No we sat another brief, delic- ious hour, and then the goodnights were said, and [ retired to sleep aud century ago, hence those provincial prejudices, 50 characteristic of those | descendants of the Mayflower party | who still cling to the crags of Plymouth | Rock, had been lost in the broad and fertile valleys of the Ohio, or they had | wandered off and found a flower be- spangled grave on the. boundless prai- ries of lilinois. At any rate they found no place in my heart. The time of which I write was Jan- uary, 1862. Place, southwestern Ken- tucky. Grant's army was making a grand reconnaissance in force, with a view to feeling the strength of the | enemy before making an attack upon | Fort Donelson. A cold, pitiless rain had pelted us all day, and was still pouring down upon soldiers and officers alike, When the village of B. came in view, at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, had trudged through dream. The blue eyed Lillian formed the web and horrible battle scenes the woof of my visions. The beantiful girl had scarcely ut- tered a dozen words during the evening, but she had a most eloquent auditor. She bad sat almost directly opposite me, and my eyes rested upon her face as I addressed other members of the group, and they did not fail at any time to meet a sympathetic response from her heaven tinted orbs; nor was there the least embarrassment in this, for her countenance bore such a perfect expression of innocent interest as to re- veal a spirit at once modest and pure as an angel. In my dreams a bloody battle was raging, My ears were filled with the boom of cannon, the crash of small arms, the scream of shell and the shrieks and groans ot dying men, The water, and I felt as if chilled to the! TI I wandered over the scene changed. The dead were thick fields of carnage. about me. A groan reached my ear,and I bent my steps in the direction whence the sound came. A soldier in a lieuten- ant's gray uniform lay upon the ground with his head resting upon the lap of a woman. I said, “If I can be of any service, please command.” A pair of blue eyes were lifted toward my face, and a voice, sad but musical said : “Oh, I am so glad it is you! you are a surgeon as well as a friend, and m brother is dangerously wounded.” Those eyes, that voice; could I be mistaken? No, it was Lillian, and the wounded young officer her brother. What joy, what happiness to be able to serve, aye, perhaps save the life of her brother—the son of my friend. A rap on my chamber door dispelled the vision, and the pleasant greeting of Dr. Jewell restored me to my nor- mal state. But my dream remained as a vivid memory of a startling reality. I could not believe but that it was a presentiment, and although I kept it locked in my heart as a sad, though cherished secret, I resolved to ask Lil- lian for a picture of her brother which she had shown me the evening before, So just as I was on the point of leaving I said: “Miss Lillian, I wish you would give me a photograph of your brother. It is possible I may meet him, and if I should it would prove my passport to friendship.” “I will,” she replied, “for you may be of service to him, and I know you would do him a kindnessif you could.” “Most gladly would I, both for his own sake and as a reward in part for the great kindness I'have experienced at the hands of his family.” The young lieutenant’s handsome face bore a striking resemblance to that of his sister, and for that I prized it and cherished it. [wore it constant- ly in an inner pocket of my vest. The stirring scenes intervening dim- med somewhat the memories of my vision as time passed, but could not blot it from my mind, The battle of Shiloh had been fought, and during the whole of it my mind reverted to the dream. It seemed but a repetition of a tragedy of which I had witnessed the rehearsal. Impell- ed by some strange impulse I could not resist, [ wandered out upon the battlefield at midnight. Every spot seemed familiar. The dead faces were those I had seen in my dreams. A groan, aye, the same groan that I had heard on that ever memorable night of January, 1862, I hurried to the side of the poor fel- low from whose agnoized lips it came. He was prone upon the cold earth, with his head resting upon his left arm, while with right hand he was striving to check the flow of blood from a gunshot wound in his lett breast. A glance told me I had found the son of my friend—the brother of Lilli- an. Fortunately I had with me the means of stopping the flow of blood; also a canteen of water and a flask of brandy. No word was spoken until I had done all that could be done at once, when with a faint voice and dif- ficult articulation he said : “You have saved my life and I thank you.” “You owe me no thanks, lieutenant. I should be an ingrate did I not serve to the utmost of my ability the son of wy friend, Dr. Jewell, the brother of his precious danghter Lillian.” “It this is a dream? How? Where did you know my father and sister 2” “Be calm, my dear friend; [ will gladly tell you all, but not now. Enough that I have found you, and serve you.” In my arms I bore the wounded of- ficer to my tent, and vigilantly did I watch by his side until morning came. He had lost much blood, and the wound was painful, but not especially dangerous, hence he recovered rapidly and within a month he was well again. In the meantime I had told the story of my impromptu visit to his old Ken- tucky home and the generous hospitali- ty I had met with chere. I showed him the photo of himself given me by his sister, and the marvelous dream, which had prompted me to ask for the picture, was rehearsed. . “Doctor,” he said as I closed my story. “I don’t think I am supersti- tious, but I believe your dream was a presentiment given you by my angel mother. It was she and not my sister you saw holding my head in her lap. Lillian is marvelous like her mother, and couid readily have been mistaken for her.” : “At leastin a dream,” I added pleas- antly. “Yes, or by moonlight in waking hours. But please don’t try to break my faith in the reality of that vision of yours. It has come true almost to the last particular.” “It has,” I replied, “and I believe in its reality as firmly as you can.” I told the story to General M—ro and it softened his heart so greatly that when I asked permission to take my friend to his home it was readily granted. The reader may be safely left to pic- ture 10 himself the joyful meeting of the long absent son with his loving grand parents, father and sister, and expressions of gratitude and friendship showered upon mg humble self. My leave of absence was for thirty days. I spent a fortnight of it with my Kentucky friends, and when I de- parted I carried with me two minia- ture portraits. Oue of them had gold- en hair and eyes of heaven's own blue, and lips that rivaled the ripening pome- granate, and cheeks like the sunny side of a luscious peach. Nor was this all I had to gladden my batchelor heart. The original of the picture had said that “when this cruel war should be over I might come again, and then she would gladly go with me to my north- ern home as my wife,” I have only to add that she is look- ing over my shoulder as I write, and trying to convince me that the public [ (meaning you dear reader) will laugh at me for being so silly as to tell how I was captured by a rebel girl, and at her being so easily converted from her “secesh’ sentiments to unwavering loyalty to the Union — True Flag. Ill-Mannered Children. A Mother's Views on the Proper %iold- ing of Character. It would be a blessing, indeed, if many a mother could see her children’s behavior through her neighbor's eyes. It would no doubt remove the scales of maternal blindness and result in good to her offspring. There is no more dis- agreeable object in life (unless itis an ill- behaved man or woman, and such con- duct in matare years is generally the re- sult of early training) than a thoroughly ill-mannered child. How often we see on the street, at entertainments, while both visiting and receiving visitors, children who by their obtrusive wavs and constant talk render everyone about them uncomfortable. That home dis- ciphne has in a measure degenerated in the last score of years no one can doubt, The quiet, respectful child is almost a thing of the past. I do not mean that children are to be restricted from ever making noise. I like the hilarions racket attending childish sport when it is made in proper season. But that sea- son is certainly not when the mother is entertaining company or when a child is a guest in another’s home. 1t seems strange that any mother who realizes her responsibility as a mother does not reason to herself in this wise relaivive to her child’s character . “ When my child was born it knew absolutely nothing. It had no realization of morals or manners. Only as it is taught the difference, bad ways and good ways, pleasant ways and disagreeable ways are alike to it. Consequently it rests upon me as its mother, its most constant companion, the one most deeply inter- ested in its welfare, to he earnest and vigilant in teaching it such ways only as will produce pleasant and desirable traits of character.” I once visited at the home of a lady who was a most intelligent, cultured person. Among her several children was a five-year-old boy whom I think I shall never forget. There was scarcely an instant’s cessation during the day from his noise and chatter. As for his actions, they were simply indescribable. At one time he climbed on the piano and thumped the keys with nis shoes. The following is a sample of his mother’s at- tempt at conversation with her visitor : “I’m reading a book called Dream Life, and it is so beautifal. (Tommie, do let Mabel alone.) The language throughout the book is smoothe and poetic. (Tom- mie, come out of that cabinet ) You have read the book, you say ? Well, isn’t it charming ? (Tommie, stop dramming on that piano.)” Isit not deplorable that any mother will give her ignorant, dependent little one such wretched training ? Does such a mother never look into the future and see what will be the result of such dis- cipline in early life ? Does she not see trouble abead for herself? D jes she take pleasure in thinking that she 1s raising sons and daughters whose manners will be repulsive in good society ? Viewing it in another light, has any mother the right to give the little irresponsible be- ing whom she has brought into the world such a start in life? Isit not a sacred, binding duty upon her to teach her child good morals, good manners, and every other attribute conducive to the making of a good, pleasant charac- ter 2— Nellie Burns, in American Agri- culturist. Man’s Inhumanity. How the Big Fish Gobble Up Ones. the Little “Live and let live” is a rule not often followed. Grab, Chokeman & Co. have a large store. They sell more goods than any in town. They brag over their income and the size of the glass in their show-window. They have enough clerks on tight salaries to man a small navy. Mr. Needham, an honest man, with a small capital, opens a store in the same business. One morning Mr. Grab says to his partner, Mr. Chokeman: “Do you know a young chap has opened a store down on the other end of this block in the same business 7’ “Has, eh ? We will settle him very speedily.” Forth- with it is understood that if at the small store a thing is sold at fifty cents, at the larger stores you can get it for thirty-five. That is less than cost, but Grab & Choke- man are an old bouse and can stand it, and Needham can not. Small store’s stock of goods is getting low, and no money to replenish. Small store’s rent is due, and nothing with which to pay it. One day the small store is crowded with customers, but they have come to tho sherii’s sale. The big fish have swallowed the little one. Grab & Choke- man roll on the floor of the counting- room in excess of merriment. Needham goes home to cry his eyesout. Big store had but and end to small store. Plenty of room for both, but the former wanted all the sea to itself.—Talmage, in N. Y Observer. The Maternal Instinct and Dogs. Dog worship is, as has been said, a fashion. Itis, for the most part, an im- itation, a pretense, in the beginning at least, though it may become, often does become, sincere, serious to a degree, in- jurious aftera long indulgence. Un- natural attachments, affections misdi- rected are likely to bring their own re- venges, They stray so far from fitness that they cannot return to the normal when they would, whatever the effort made. That dog worship is a fashion is shown by the fashionable women who regularly appear in the parks and pub- lic drives with tiny dogs on their laps or nestling against their bosoms. Often these women are unmarried. They give to dogs the care, the tender- ness, the devotion they would give to babies had they borne them. It is plain- ly the derangement and frustration of the maternal instinct, as is proved when they become mothers. Then they vsual- ly discard their four-footed pets immedi- ately and forget all about them. — Junius Henri Browne in St. Louis Globe-Democrat. ——That tired teeling now so often heard of, is entirely overcome by Hood’s Sarsaparilla, which gives mental and bodily strength. Fate of a Saioan Hero. Coroner Walley and his partner, Mr. Rollins,sposses at thir place of business a decidedly novel, Weird and ghastly advertisement. In $hecorner of their back room stands an ‘ordinary pine box, such a one as is used to place around caskets in the grave. It stands upon one end, and hinges are at the sides. A lid is opened and a startling sight is re- vealed. Standing erect, with hands folded in tront and dressed in no raiment except a similar garment to the one used by the Yuma Indians (when they use onc) stands the dead body of a Samoan ta:- Snap Shots tor Women. Luxurious petticoats sre on the in- crease. Salt in the water when boiling pota- toes improves them, Russia leather portfolios and writing desks are covered with rich designs in perforated silver. New photograph frames are of white undressed leather with ornamental bor- ders of cut stone. If the hands are rubbed on a stiek of ce.ery after peeling onions the smell will be entirely removed. toved warrior, who was known during hife as Letungaifu, and who died of con- sumption at St. Luke’s hospital. The body says the Denver Republican, was taken to Coroner Walley’s on the day | of death, and he bad it embalmed. The eves are open and the black hair and slight mustache bristle out with peculiar fierceness. From the waist to the knees it has been tattooed with blue ink, so as to resemble a pair of knee pants, it be- ing one of the peculiar customs of the country from whence he came to so de- corate the body of every male as soon as he arrives at man’s estate. From the peculiar history of this lone- ly Pacific islander, who, it see€ms, risked his life and assisted in saving the lives of many United States man-of-wars men during the the terrible cyclone that swept over the island in March, 1889, it would seem that the government alone owed a debt of gratitude to him to at- least put him in a proper resting place. Letungaito was one of the five Samoans brought to this country by R. A. Cun- ningham, August 19th, 1889, and was to have exhibited with them in this city but owing to his health he was sent to the hospital, and a few weeks after the departure of his countrymen he died. In obtaining these five Samoans. Mr. Cunningham had great difficulty, Ma- taata Malietoe, the king of the islands, will nov allow any of his subjects to leave, claiming it contrary to their law and custom. In the terrible cyclone in March, 1889 when the American men of war Tren- ton and Vandalia were wrecked in the harbor of Pago-Pago, in the island of Tutuila, the natives rescued the sailors by making a human line out to reach them, thus enabling them to get to the shore. On this occasion Letungaifo particularly distinguished himself for feats of bravery mn saving the lives of several of the crew It was after this Cunningham at- tempted to ‘get the men away. They sailed from the island of Upolu in an open boat, intending to intercept the Oceanic, steamer from Sidney to "Frisco, but a terrible storm arose, and after being nearly capsized and suffering ail manner of hardships they were compell- ed to put back in the harbor of Pago. Pago. This was on Saturday, and the next day being Sunduav all were released to attend church, as the authorities did not think anything would sail on that day. Cunningham, however, learned the United States ship Alameda was shortly to sail with the sailors who were wreck- ed during the hurricane, and hastily getting the men together, who were anx- ious, to come on board, they were se- creted and thus escaped to America, be- ing the first of their race to leave their native country. Real Kindness. A blind and crippled old man sat at the edge of the icy stone pavement grinding out his few tunes on a wheezy hand organ, and holding in one band a tin eup for pennies. The cold wind blew through his rags, and he was in- deed a pitiful object. Yet few of the passers by seemed to pity him. They were all in a hurry, and 1t was too cold to stop and hunt for pennies in pockets and purses. A sudden gust of wind blew the old man’s cap off. It fell by the side of that pavement, a few feet distant. He felt around for it with his bare, red hands, and then with bis cane, but he could not find it, and finally hegan playing bareheaded, with hisscanty gray locks tossed about in the wind. People came and went, happy, well dressed men and women in silks and and velvets and sealskins, in warm overcoats and gloves and muff ers. But none of them paid any attention to the old nian. By and by a woman came out of an alley, an old woman in rags and tatters, with a great bundle of boards and sticks on her bent back, Some of the boards were so long that they dragged on the ground behind her, and it had evidently taken her a long time to tie all the boards and bits of lumber together and get them on her back. She came along, bending low under her burden, until she was within a few feet of the old organ grinder. She saw his cap lying by the pavement. She saw him sitting there bareheaded. Shestopped and untied the rope that bound the bundle to her back, and in a moment the boards were lying on the ground. Then she picked up the cap, put it on the old man’s head and tied it down with a ragged string of a handker- chief taken from her own ncck. “Cold, hain’t it ?’ she said. He nodded. “Ain’t gittin much today ?” He shook his head again. She fumbled in her rageed skirts for a moment and finally brought forth a cop- per. She dropped it into his little cup, hoisted the great bundle on her back and went on her way. A Peaceful Section, Traveler —“This is a famous section for feuds, U understand ?” Native—“No more peaceful parts any- where than right here. No feuds here. Everything's as pleasant as pie.” “How about the Billington-Welling- ton feud ?”’ “Over long ago. I’m Billington,” ‘Indeed ! I haven’t met any of the | Wellingtons.” “No, nor you won't. over.” The feud is ——After trying many remedies for catarrh during the past twelve years, I sried Ely’s Cream Balm with complete success, It is over one year since I stopped using it and have had no return of catarrh. 1 recommend it to all my friends.--Milton T. Palm, Reading, Pa. A bundle of folded newspapers inclos- ed in a wrapper proves to be one of the latest match safes, The King of Hearts in all his panoply makes the enameled cover to a silver | box for holding cards. Really elegant women no longer wear pointed shoes, and even the square-toed slipper has appeared. Place a few nails or old steel pens im the writing ink, and then pens in daily use will not corrode. : If troubled with headache, try the. simultaneous application of hot water to the feet and back of the head. To remove rust from knives cover the blades with sweet oil for a day or two and then rub with a lump of lime. Yellow spots on the linen or cotton produced by the iron may be removed by setting them in the boiling sun. Salad forks and spoons have enameleq handles made to represent folded leaves of lettuce. The coloring is very good. The lighting of a room is very impor tant. The light should always come fom the side ; the central chandelier is ad. Individualistic walking sticks, as well as custom-made neckwear, are among the latest penchants of the advanced swell. : A charming garniture is the lace col- larette, pointed at the back and reaching fosn at the front to the quilling of the skirt. Making a skirt is a fine art nowadays, and one which is understood by only the merest fraction of the great number of dressmalers. To remove berry stains from paper, books, ete., hold a lighted brimstone match close to them and the fumes re- move the stains. Use no soap in washing jelly bags; wash in water hot as the hands can bear; rinse in boiling water, and wring - as dry as possible. The fishwife costume is once more in vogue for misses and girls, and it will be a favored style for boating, yachting and other outing wear, In washing blinds and dark paint al- ways add several teaspoonfuls of ammo- nia to the water and when dry rub the paint with kerosene oil. : Old carpets may be made into rugs by unraveling them and weaving the rav- elings on frames which come for the purpose, or knitting them. When hot grease is spilled on the floor,pour cold water on it immediately, to prevent it from striking into the boards; then serape it up. Gold beads are very fashionable for young girls. One of the latest varieties has what the wearer calls an irritated skin breaking out in spots of enamel. If you wish to cool the air of a sick room and fear draughts from an open door or window, bring in a dish of ice and the rapid evaporation cools the air. A curved bar formed of small silver ostrich tips is the pin for one of the new chatelaines. The feather makes the or- namentation for the different pendants. Sometimes a spider's bite may be both unpleasant and serious. An anti- dote found efficacious is bruised plantain leaves spread with cream and often re- newed. Raisin Cake : One and one-half cups of sugar, one cup of milk, one-half cup. of butter, one cup of raisins, two and a half cups of flour, one egg, two tea- spoonfuls of baking powder. Radiating scroll forms set with pearls are seen in one of the newest brooches, and between each scroll is a small sap- phire set so lightly that it almost ap- pears to be without support. Round boxes in silver gilt with enam- eled miniatures, imitating famous ana fashionable old snuff-boxes, are intended: for toilet tables, and serve as a recepta- cle for rings and small pieces of jew- elry. Creamy white wool veiling or cash- mere 1s one of the happiest combinations with the creamy silk sash for young girls, finished at the neck and waist with: a narrow ruffle of silk ribbon to match the sash. One of the newest ideas in New York is to hire pictures for an entertainment. True, it is not given out that the paint- ings are let out tor one evening only, but it is done,is popular,and is very sen- sible. It is the fad now to pass a large bowl of rose-water round the dinner table as soon as the real business of dinner is over. Into this the quests dip. their fin- gers, and thus one finger-bowl does the work of many, In view of the serious disappointment to guest at the dinner tables of total ab- stinence people on finding that there is | no wine, a total abstinence hostess in | London now writes her invitations with | tno wine’’ at the bottom, A gargle of vinegar will dissolve { small bones quickly. When a large bone happens to fie across the windpipe or throat, a dexterous use of the finger will dislodee it when other means are lacking, provided both tho operator and patient keep calm. A pretty woman must first of all | have clearly cut, regular features. | She must have full, clear eyes. She i must have a skin that is above reproach, untouched by rouge or powder. ! { | She must have glossy hair that has | never known the touch of bleach or dye. She must have a good figure, plomp | enough, yet slender ‘enough, thoug | never suggestive of an angle. She must have a white, expressive hand, preferably a small one, but not , of necessity, if it is well kept and white. { She must have small ears and a ! throat that is like a marble column for | her head. ! She must know how to put on her clothes or she losses all her beauty.
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