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.