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A HEART'S TRUE GOLD.
The sweetest songs are never sung;
The fairest pictures never hung;
The fondest hopes are never told—
They are the heart's most cherished gold.
—Henry A Lovely.
IF WE KNEW.
Could we but draw back the curtains
That surround each other’s lives,
See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives,
Often we would find it better,
Purer than we judge we should ;
‘We should love each other better
If we only understood.
Could we judge all deeds by motives,
See the good and bad within,
Often we should love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin.
Could we know the powers working
To o’erthrow integrity,
We should judge each other’s errors
With more patient charity.
If we knew the cares and trials,
Knew the effort all in vain.
And the bitter disappointmer t,
Understood the loss and gain—
Would the grim, external omit roughness
Seem, I wonder, just the same ?
Should we help where now we hinder?
Should we pity where we blame ?
Ah! we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life’s hidden force ;
Knowing not the fo m of action
Is less turbid at its source,
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good ;
Oh! we'd love each other better,
If we only understood
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MISS LIDDY’S CHANCE.
BY HELEN 8. CONANT.
Miss Liddy stood in the door of her
cottage shading her eyes with her hand
and gazing intently down the road. ft
was a crisp morning iu September, but
the sun, shining trom a clear blue sky,
had already turned the frost into drops
of dew. The woodbine which covered
the porch over the cottage door was a
mass of flaming red, and in the yard
yellow and white ehrysanthemums
tossed their heads side by side with
the pink and purple tufts of late China
asters. Caurled on the door mat at
Miss Liddy’s feet was a large Maltese
cat basking in the sun. In a field at
one side of the cottage was a sleek red
cow was nipping the grass, and a flock
of turkeys were scurrying about on a
brisk morning hunt for grasshoppers.
So absorbed was Miss Liddy that she
did not notice the approach of a neigh-
bor until the woman, leaning over the
gate, said :
“Good morning Liddy.
pectin’ company 2”
“Good morning, Miss Ditson. Walk
right in,’ said Miss Liddy, starting,
and dropping her hand from her eyes.
“No, I ain’t expectin’ company,” she
added as she ushered her guest into the
trim little sitting-room, where :2 neat
work table, snowy muslin enrtains, and
various bits of decorative needlework
proclaimed that a New England old
maid was the ruling spirit of the cot-
tage. ?
“I see you gazin’ down the road as if
somebody was comin’. said Mrs. Dit-
son.
“I was watchin’ for my trunk.
Dick Bowles said he'd bring it along
from the depot,” replied Miss Liddy.
“Your trunk ? For the land sakes,
what be yeu goin’tto do with a trunk?”
asked Mrs. Ditson.
“I’m goin’ away,” said Miss Liddy.
“The stage driver sent to Concord to
get me a trunk—oue of them kind
with a box in the top for a bonnet, and
be expectsit'll come ou the train this
mornin’
“Where are you going, Liddy?”
asked Mrs. Ditson, after a pause, dur
ing which she had lifted her bands in
astonishment,
“I’m goin’ first to Boston to see my
.sister Lizbeth’s children. The poor
‘things are all alone there with his
folks. I believe it’s right for a woman
‘to stick fast te ber husband; but when
he happens to be a sea-cap’en,'[ ean’t
say its right for her to leave her chil-
dren to the care of strangers for the
sake of gallivantin’ rcund the world
with him. Father didn't approve of
Lisbeth marryin’ Hiram, anyway; and
as things has turned out, I believe he
was right. I guess when I get there
‘these children will be glad to see some
one of their.own flesh and blood.”
“JT should say their father’s folks
was their own flesh and blood as well
as you,” said Mrs. Dison.
“] s’pose they are; but mother’s
folks always seemed nearer to me,” re-
plied Miss Liddy. “I think they've
got the most right, anyway,” she add-
ed, firmly.
“If you'd married, Liddy, and had
children of your own, as I have, you'd
Be you ex-
know that the hushand’s folks think,
they've got the most right,” said Mrs.
Ditsor, with an air of superiorty.
“Why, I never eat Thanksgivin’ din-
ner with my own folks once siace I
was married. Until there were so
many children that we began to have
dinner at home, I had 10 go to his folks
year after year.”
“Well, I did’t marry, thank the
Lord!” snapped Mies Liddy. “If I
had, wmwaybe 1 wouldn't have the
chance I've got now. [I've always
been waatin’ to travel ; but there al-
ways been somethin’ agin it, and 1
haven't slep’ away from under this
roof but once since I was born, and
that was when Mis’ Putman died, and
I staid up there one night to look after
the children until their aunt would
come for ‘em. Father he always said
that when folks had a home they
ought to stay in it. That was why he
was so set agin Hiram, ‘cause he want-
ed Lisbeth to go to sea with him ; so
there was no use for me to talk of
goin’ anywhere while he was alive.
Then after he died I couldn’t goand
leave mother all alone; and we laid
her away at father’s side, what with all
the doctors bills and one thing an’ oth-
er [ hadn't money enough left todo
anything but live along here and be
thankful that I had a roof over my
head. Now, that legacy Uncle Silas
left me just gives me the chance I've
heen longin’ for since I was a girl, and |
| these everlastin’ hills, shuttin’ me in |
| stay and take care of him; but it
i here as if they was prison walls. Af
ter I've seen Lisbeth's children I'm
going out West to visit Cousin Ben's
folkes. I ain’t comin’ home for a
year.”
“Maybe you're right about the hills
bein’ prison walls, though I never look-
ed upon 'em that way,” said Mrs, Dit-
son, as Miss Liddy stopped for breath.
But land sakes, when a woman has
got as many children as I have she
don’t think about prison walls nor
nothin’ except to start the young ones
off in time tor school, an’ have dinner
ready for em when they come home.
But, Liddy, what you going to do with
the cow and all them turkeys ? I was
sayin’ only yesterday that you'd have
fine eatin’ for the holidays. Tne
Queen of England coulda’ have no
better.
“They are the fattest turkeys I ever
see, and I've taken a heap of trouble
raisin’ em,” said Miss Liddy, with an
air of satisfied pride; “but I can sell
‘em and the cow teo. The butcher
down to the Corners said only the oth-
er day that she’d be a fine cow to fat
for beef. He'd take her any minute.
And I guess there's roast turkey to be
had at Christmas time anywhere.
“What you goin’ to do with Prince?”
asked Mrs. Ditson.
The Maltese cat, who had followed
his mistress in doors, and was now
curled up in her lap, raised his head
and purred on hearing his name.
“That's the only trouble,” said Miss
Liddy, ber thin-old face flushing as she
gently stroked her pet. “He must
have his saucer of warm milk and his
basket to sleep in, and he'dgrieve him-
gel to death if he wasn’t petted and
talked to. He's just like a child to me
and sometimes I feel as if I'd ought to
would be flying in the face ot Provi-
dence to give up such a chance ofseein’
the world as I’ve got now.”
“] never hankered to go travellin’,”
said Mrs. Ditson. “I was away a week
once, the time sister Susan «vas marri-
ed, and I went tothe weddin’ and I
was never #0 thankful im my life as
when I got home. The naise and jog-
gle of the cars gave me an awful head-
ache, and | was most choked to death
with tbe cinders, and clean beat out
gittie’ upright hours and hours, with
nothin’ decent to eat or drink.”
“You can sit in an easy-chair now,
and have hot tea and some dionoer
brought and put on a little table right
in front of you while the cars are goin.’ |
I read a piece in the paper where it
told all about it)’
“And they have beds, too, made up
with sheets and blankets, just as if you
was heme. When you wake upin the
mornin’ you're miles away from the
| place you went to sleep in. Now that’s
| just what I'm longin’ for. I've gone
| to sleep and walked up years with that
same old elm tree, standin’ right before
the winder, and I'm sick of it.”
“I'm atraid you'll get sicker of al-
ways wakin' up in a vew spet,” said
conservative Mrs. Ditson. “You .re-
member Ann Morrison, she that mar-
ried that young city chap? He was
what they call a drummer, and he. did
nothin’ from one year’s.end tothe other
buttravel up and down. She was al-
ways grumblin,’ just as you be, ‘cause
she had to stick home and couldn't see
the world as he did.; 8o.euce he got out
of patience, and took her aloeg—said
sheshould have all the travellin’ she
wanted, and I guess she got it. Waen
he .orought her home she come:up here
tostay with her folks aad rest.while he
kep' on, and she was the most worn- |
out-looking eritter I ever see. She own-
«6d up that she didn’t have nothing fit
10-eat the whole time. Eer new gown
shehad made to go in was clean wore
oul,.2nd the bonnet she paid five dol-
lars for wae whisked right off her head
by the wiud the very firet day as was
going from one car to anotner.”
“They have entries between the cars
now, 80 you don't have to go outdoors.
I read all about it,” said Miss Liddy,
grimly, determined to hold her ground
in spite of neighborly opposition.
“When be gou intendin’ to start,
Liddy?" asked Mrs. Ditson, as she
arose te take her leave.
“I've laid out to go in two weeks;
that is to say, it I can get everything
arranged to suit,” replied Miss Liddy,
casting a quick, sidelong glance at
Prince, who was rubbing against her
skirts ae she stood saying the last words
to her guest.
Mrs. Ditson harried home, not so
fast, however, that she did not impart
the news of Miss Liddy's journey at
every kitchen door until she reached’
her own, when che sank exhausted
upon a chair, with scarcely breath
enough left to gasp out, “Miss Liddy’s
goin’ away-—goin’ to be gone a year,”
dor the edification of Martha Butters,
the dress maker, who happened at that
time to be giving Mrs. Ditson her
yearly week of cutting and basting and
making over.
Before night the entire village knew
that Miss Liddy was going on a jour-
ney. The farmers shook their heads,
and condemned the move as a piece of
old maid's folly. They used mueh
stronger language concerning the mat-
ter than it called for, probably to nip
in the bud any inclination for roaming
in their wives and daughter, as the
women, one and all; with the excep-
tion of Mrs. Ditson, were in sympathy
one would be good enough to wear in
the cars—would by no twisting and
turning be made to fit in the small
compartment which was intended to
hold the tiny bit of ribbon and lace re-
presenting the head-gear of modern
fashion.
+] ghall have to wear my best bon- |
net after all, and tie it up in a veil to
keep the dust off. That'll be better
than jammin’ it all out of shape,” said
Miss Liddy ; but she was dissatisfied.
The idea that the trunk was a swindle
rankled 1n her breast, and when Mrs,
Ditson, who came expressly to look at
the purchase, declared that the trunk
“warn’t nothin’ to the swindlin’ ”’ she
would meet with along the read, poor
Miss Liddy’s heart beat with trepida-
tion, although she kept up a bold front
in the face of her neighbor's discour-
aging remarks.
The preparations for departure were
much more gigantic than she had an-
ticipated. The thought of possible
dust and moths which might invade
her home during her obsence filled her
with dismay. With ‘many sighs she
set to work to protect her little parlor.
Old bedlinen was brought out of the
great chest in the attic, and the hair
cloth sofa and chairs put in winding
sheets to prevent dust and dampuess,
and little muslin bags of camphor were
placed around theedges of the carpet
to scare away any adventurous moth
that might attempt to enter the sacred
apartment.
The butcher at the Corners, hearing
of Miss Liddy's proposed journey,
stopped at the gate to say that he
- ould take the cow and turkeys at any
time.
“Don’t you dare come for 'em till I
send you word,” snapped Miss Liddy,
as she hurried mto the house and slam-
med the door, an action which puzzled
the avorthy butcher greatly.
That night es she drove Clover, the
cow, into the barn, the patient beast
seamed to turn her big blue watery
eyes reproachfully upon her mistress,
whose own eyes grew watery in return.
“But that's settled. Cows is only
cows, anyhow” said Miss Liddy to
rerself.
Prince wes the only thing left to be
«cared for. The big Maltese seemed to
feel that «a change was approaching
which might interfere with his comfort
and set himself to work to make the
most of ‘present opportunities. If his
mistress sat down for a moment to
rest from the labor of preparation, he
immediately ensconced himself in her
lap aud at might, absolutely refusing to
: : |
said Miss Liddy. | sleep in his basket, he stretched him-
self, a purring heap of warm fur,on the
foot of her bed. Miss Liddy went over
in her mind the condition of every
family in the neighborhood in her ef-
forts to decide on a home for Prince.
Oue neighbor had kindly offered to
take him, but she had small boys, and
Miss Liddy knew they would pull his
tail and otherwise torment him.
“Prince hates the sight of boys,” she
said to herself, “and I've no right to
put him among 'em”’
Another woman who had no boys,
was willing to feed the big cat and give
him a home, only he must sleepin the
wood-shed. Prince sleep in the wood-
shed, indeed! To Miss Liddy’s mind
a queen’s boudoir was none to good for
the bedroom of his royal catship.
The two weeks were long past, Nov-
ember was drawing near, and Clover
still chewed her cud peacefully in her
warm-stall, Prince was still lord of the
cottage, and Miss Liddy opened her
eyes every morning on the same old
elm (ree.
“It's my opinion she’s throwin’ up
what she calls the chance of her life
just for the sake of that old HMalty,”
said Mrs. Ditson, whuse contempt for
cats was second only to her eontempt
tor “travelin’.”’
This wes in a large measure true.
Miss Liddy could not bring berself to
.desert Prince. The more she thought
of it, the more impossible it seemed.
if she were away , he might be shut
out-of-doere on a snowy night; he
even might have no turkey for (Christ-
mas. [tmade Miss Liddy shudder to
think of it. There were other things,
ts0, that troubled her. Visions of
the faithful Clover with the butcher's
kaife at her throat haunted her dreams
and it suddenly occurred to her that
tram ps—worse than all the moth and
dust 1u the werld—might break into
the barn, perhaps into the cottage it-
self, and hold riot among her cherish-
ed household lares and penates; they
might even set fire to the buildings,
and she would return to a heap of
blackened rubbish.
One morning Mre. Ditson, eoming
for her.daily chat, found Miss Liddy
hard at work undoing the wrappings
from the parlor furniture, and hum-
aing an.old tune as shestepped briskly
about the room. Prince, perched upon
the center table, was watching her
with evident satisfaction, .
“Why, Liddy! what's the matter?
Ain’v you goin’? exclaimed Mrs. Dit-
501.
“I don’t know as I be, and [ don’t
know but I be. Lizbeth’s comin’
home,” replied Miss Liddy, giving a
vigorous whisk to her feater duster.
“Well, 1 never! When's she com-
in’? Any thing the maiter with her?”
asked Mrs. Ditson, eager for a new bit
of gossip.
“No, she's well enough, I guess,”
with Miss Liddy, and declared that she
would be raving crazy to lose such a!
chance of seeing something of life out-
side of her native town.
Miss Liddy herself was passing
through an experience which she had
not foreseen. The trunk had arrived, |
and the first sight of it filled her with |
joy. It was a huge affair, covered |
with marbleized tin, and faswened with
two locks, to which were queer flat lit-
tle keys, which Dick Bowles explained !
must be put in the slot which served |
as a key-hole, pushed in a little way,
turned half way around, and pushed
i
again. This intricate proceeding ter- |
rified Miss TLiddy’s unmechanical |’
mind; but the key was nothing as
compared to the bonnet box, of which
she had boasted to her neighbor, Her |
, tals time without her.
said Miss Liddy, without stopping her
work. #1t seems she and Hiram came
10 port last week, and he is going off
She writes she
is tired ouisailin’ up and down, and
she wants to come here with the chil
dren and rest a spell. She calkerlates
to get here the day before Christmas;
says she hasn't eat a good New Eng
land Christmas dinner for years, poor
thing!”
“Them turkeys will come in handy
after all, Liddy,” said Mrs. Ditson
with a grin,
“Yes, they'll taste appetizin’ to
Lizbeth. And I've got apples and
vegetables in the cellar, lots of them.
It seems kinder like the work of Prov-
idence that I didn’t sell them off afore
now, don’t it?’ replied Miss Liddy,
attention to the mischievous amuse-
ment ot her neighbor.
«I should think you might go away
easy now Lizbeth is comin’.”” said
Mrs. Ditson. “If she is goin’ to stay
here she can take care of everything,
and keep it just as it is. After Christ-
was you can start and go right out
West as you was intending.”
“Now, Mrs. Ditson, when I haven't
seen Lisbeth for years do you suppose
1d go right off and leave her like
that?” said Miss Liddy her eyes snap-
ping as she stopped her work und
taced her guest.
“And then Lisbeth never was good
at managin’. This house would be a
pretty lookin’ place after she’d had it a
while. And then there is the children.
They are all girls, thank the Lord, but
for all that they might worry Prince,
which they will not if I'm around.”
Miss Liddy gave an emphatic twist
to her head, which settled the tact that
Prince was safe from the touch of
teasing hands.
Christmas morning Mrs. Ditson stole
a moment from the preparation of her
dinner to run over to Miss Liddy’s and
welcome the new arrivals. She found
Joseph Thompson Home Again. The World of Women,
The Disiinguished African Tells of His
Latest Travels.
Blue is growing in tavor.
“Art brown” is a new red.
Christmas toys in the stores.
Sudan lace looks like cnipure.
|
Mr. Joseph Thompson, who, next to |
Stanley and DeBrazza, is the most con-
spicuous of living African explorers, Shot velvets will be seen all winter
has just returned to England after a visit Scalding water
to Lake Bangweolo and Garenganze pest, >
where the western head str i
i take their rise rd Most of the foreign cheeses come in
eighteen months, and his mission was to $in-foil,
make treaties in favor cf the British = Russian leather gloves are pleasantly
South Africa Company. He was not odorous. >
successful in making arrangements with A new society sleeve is tight atthe
Msiri. the most powerful native chief in elbow and full above it.
inner Africa, whose attitude why A new thing for the neck of the fair
whites is not now very friendly. Mr. js 4 collarette of crane’s feathers.
Thomson, however, made many treaties Th : anaes tod
with the chiefs east of Garenganze, and =, ereare many new fancy stripe
it is significant that he returns home Bone Hiss, 24 these are to be a great.
with a favorable impression of the great | 22t9re1In the season's cosines:
There are now 120 incorporated wo-
plateau between Lake ! ]
| men’s clubs in the Federation of Clubs,
cleans diamonds
Nyassa and |
Bangweolo. j 4
Thompson, unlike Stanley, is very con- | of which Mrs. Charlotte Emerson Brown
servative and almost pessimistic. His 18 President.
{judgment is good, he is not carried AWRY | There is also a new trimming imitat-
| by enthusiasm, and hence his opinion | jo marabout, which is lighter for even-
with regard to the countries he has seea | jpg dresses ; it is made of fine black silk
is regarded as valuable. Of the agri- | pug has just the same effect Tn
cultural value of most of the great pla- "
Lisbeth and Liddy renewing the ways
of their youth by setting the dinner ta-
ble together. Their loud eager voices
and laughter could be heard before she
reached the cottage. Lizbeth’s three
little girls were jumping about the
roow, examining every nook and cor-
ner with the inquisitive eyes of child-
hood, stopping from time to time to
look with auticipation at the row of
delicately browned pies and dishes of
nut and raisin which zdorned the
dresser. The air was redolent with
-he fragrance of turkey and plum-pud-
ding, and in the broad ray of sunshine
which streamed in upon the floor sat
Prince, licking his paws and preparing
himself for the coming feast.
When Mrs. Ditson, after giving Lis
beth a hearty welcome and kissing
and duly admiring the children, start
ed for home, Miss Liddy followed her
to the door,
“Mrs. Ditson, I ain’t said nothin’ (o
Lisbeth about my ictendin’ to goon a
journey, nor I ain't goin’ to,” she said.
“I've been thinking it all over in my
mind, and I have come to the belief
that the Lord gives some folks a
chance to roam up and down the
earth, and others He just plants down
where they belong, and gives them a
chance to stay there. I ain’t sure but
what that last chance is the best; any-
way, it’s mine, and I'm goin’ to be
thankful and make a blessing ot it.”
Merino Sheep.
Gooll Words for Them from a Man
Who Loves Them Still.
They are the only breed that can be
run in large flocks or will bear crowd-
ing, and right here is where the mutton
breeds will strike a snag. They will
thrive if kept in large flocks. Again,
you can keep more of the fine wools on
the same feed ; it requires no more grain
or grass to make a pound of meat or a
pound of wool on one sheep than on the
other; the fine wools are much more
docile than the mutton breeds and much
easier cared for, and in times of short
pastures they will live and thrive where
the latter will starve We have heard
this cry of mutt n sheep before.
About the close of the war the same
cry of mutton sheep and combing wool
was heard all over this broad laad and
everybody had the Cotswold craze, but
after fine wools came to the front as they
surely will do agaiu. We are lable to
runinto the extremes in these mattess,
and then we must call a halt and take
aceount of stock, and for this reason we
want to say to our fine wool breeders, go
slow. We have seen many cross their
fine wools with mutton breeds to their
sorrows. For the man who only keeps
a'few sheep along with other tock mut-
ton sheep are all right and they do well
but for the man with large flocks it is
quite different, as some will learn by sad
experience before the craze is over.
It won’t do for everybody to run in
‘the same channel. Our manufacturers
need the different kinds of wool and
must have them, and if we do not pro-
duce them they will be imported, cost
what they may. A few general princi-
ples should be kept in mind. Tt is as great
great folly them for wool alone; wool
and muttons must go together in order
to be more profitable. Ourmarkets will
only comsume about so much mutton,
and when that demand is supplied and
there is & surplus, down goes the price
in spite of our boasts of the good quali-
ties of mutton, and right here is one
great drawback against our producing
all the wool consumed in this country.
Our markets will not absorb so much
mutton. ‘We have not yet learned “to
eat it, and while the long wools may
perhaps produce a superior mutton, the
fine wools when well fattened are no
drag in the market, and if fully ripe
will bring abeut the same price per
pound. Another point that is often
overlooked is the fact that fine wool
sheep, if kept in small flocks, with plen-
ty of room, will not be as much behind
the long wool: in weight of carcasses as
many would have us believe, while
¢he long wools or mutton sheep, if kept
in larce flocks, soon becomz diseased
and will not thrive. Therefore, we re-
peat the advice—go slow in making
any radical changes. With new be-
ginners who only want a few to run
with other stock, it is quite different.
——1I have been a great sufferer from
dry catarrh for many years, and I tried
many remedies, but none did me so much
benefit as Kly’s Cream Balm. It com-
pletely cured me. M. J. Lally, 39
Mass,
The Princess Maud of Wales has
devoted some of her spare time this sum-
mer studving the mandolin, and has set
the fashion among the ladies.
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—— Heaven's last hest gift—my ever
new delight,” is not my brown-sione
house, nor my carriage and pair, nor my
fine new yacht, nor my preitiest girl,
nor my hopes of a seat in congress, not
these, but my wonderful cure for pain,
I'm goin’, I'm sick of the sight of best bonnet—she ‘‘laid out” her old too happy at the turn of affairs to pay ' Salvation Oil.
Woodward Ave., Boston Highlands,
teau between Nyassa and Bangweolo he Margaret Sangster encourages the
has formed a high estimate. He thinks | production of sunshine by saying.
| white men can thrive in this region as “The longer I live the more I am in-
well as in India, though he does not be- | clined to set the highest valuation on,
lieve that white colonization, in the | pleasant people.”
| : : : ii
A favorite trimming for this winter
proper sense of the term, is possible, at
least under present circumstances. | will be the double-gathered ruches of
is men can profitably employ capi- | velvet, cut on the cross, one standing
tal to open coffee, sugar, and other plan- | yp the other turning down and gather-
tations, but the country is not adapted | eq in the centre, :
tor peasants from Europe who desire to
go to new lands with their families. i Boas ure to be as much worn this year
Mr. Thomson has made some import- | 8s last, and three-quarter fur capes as
ant rectification in the geography of the A Worn fifty years ago. They fall much
Bangweolo region. He says the one below the waist, and are rather high on
definite and precise observation for posi- | the shoulders. Mufls are to be large.
tion taken by Livingstone has not been | yp tctoria ds 1
nog en Queen
adhered to, and hence the lake is incor- for a st Q Victories is rigged out
¢ : i state occasion like a “drawing
rectly laid down on our maps. This! "it : :
Be eli ll room, it is no unusual thing thing to see
gre pans water 13, 10 fact, little | her display $700,000 worth of jewelry
more than an immense marsh, formed, | gproad
: as upon h m
like any other marsh, by water flowing fig p er rcomfviteble robest of
into a slight depression in a plateau.
Mr. Thomson believes the lake, even in
the rainy season, has a depth of no more
than twenty feet. Its southern shores
are clothed with forests.
Livingstone ouce said he had tramped
for two months through a region which
Narrow china ribbons continue to be
worn, carried in a continuous line down
back and front, Tulle and laces have
come in again ; the manufacturers have
made them just wide enough for basques.
according to the English mapmakers, Take a pound of i sti
was occupied vy a lake. Thompson bas | prown Windsor soap, Wings Co
bad the same experience. He says he | with a little water. Add lavender wa-
camped far within the bed of Luke teror any other kind of essence when it
Bangweolo as it is laid down on most | js mejted to a smooth paste, but do not
maps. In the rainy season the lake | thin it too much. Stir in a cup or more
spreads out and covers for some distance | of almond meal or of common oatmeal:
the ground on which the forest stands. Keep it in jars for use. This is an old-
Thomson saw the tree on which Liv- | {me preparation for keeping hands:
ingstone’s men carved the record of his | ynooth and white, whi
death. He also met natives who well | the belles of olden Th Wat used by
remember the visit of the sick old man,
and the circumstances under which he Ada L. Tiws enjoys the distinction of
died ; and the population ali around the being the only newspaper woman in the
southern sbores of the lake preserve the | World having the turfasa specialty.
tradition of Livingstone’s visitand death, | She is a bright, clever woman of about
and of the fact, very remarkable to [20 years, well versed in pedigrees and
them, that his servants carried his body | records, but not at all “horsey” in con-
away to his home. versation, and with a womanly dignity
Blantyre. on the Shire Highlands, is which always commands respect at the
becoming famous as the most important pool box, the track or the hotel corridor.
town the whites bave reared in inner | She is a correspondent for about 15 dai-
East Africa. It was founded by Scott- lies, including the Chicago Tribune and
ish missionaries about ten years ago, | Herald, and has been made the represen-
and Mr. Thompson, who spent many | tative of the Associated Press at Inde-
weeks there, was struck with its re- pendence.
markable progress. This town, a little | The Wellesley college aid association
south of Lak. Nyussa, is the headquart- | has done notable work in raising funds
ers not only of the missionaries, but also | to assi<t students in limited circum-
of Scotch planters who have opened | stances who wish to complete the col-
large coffee plantations. Hundreds of | Jege course. During the nine years of
acres are now devoted to coffee calture, | js existence the society has expended
and the product brings Lhe highest | nearly $150.000. Of this amount $43,-
prices in Mincing Lane. The planters | 457 was loaned to students with the pro-
are also making very successful experi- | mise to return, and nearly one-third of
ments with sugar, tea, tobacco, and other | the sum has already been received from
crops, and constant additions are being | those who borrowed it. The society
made to thecultivated area. It is rather | numbers among its officers such woman
remarkable that natives come 200 or 300 | 3s Mrs John Hall and Mrs. W. E
miles to work on these plantations, and | Dodge, ot Naw York ; Mrs S. E, Her-
they are the very men who a few years | rick and Mrs. A. J. Gordon, and Mrs.
ago used to raid through this country on | Alice Freeman Palwer, of Boston.
slave huating tours. There is an ample ail :
supply of cheap labor and the natives The women of California have install-
are willing to work, thouth it was pre- ed the widow of Johr C. Fremont, the
dicted a few years ago that the white en- | famous pathfinder, in a pretty little
terprises in this region would not be | home in the heart of an orange grove in
able to secure the native labor they re- Los Angeles as an expression of their
quired. love and gratitude to the man who did
The white population decided wisely, | 5° much preliminary work toward the
long ago, that to succeed in Africa they work of building vp the magnificent
must try to make themselves as com- Commonweulth of California. Tt is
fortadle as they would be at home. They Just about a vear since it became known
pay particular attention to their build- that Mrs. Fremont and her daughter
Ings, sanitation, amusements, and every | Were practically without a home, and
feature of life that can add to th sir com- | the effort was commenced to provide
fort, health, and pleasure, They live her with one and the means of maintain-
in well-built houses, with large rooms, | 10% Lerself in it with comfort, and all
fitted with comfort and taste. The table | las been accomplished save the pay-
appointments are just as attractive as ment of a small amount on the house,
they are in the houses of refined middle | One of the nicest things for afternoon
class people in England. The libraries | neckwear is a revival of the pretty old-
contain copies of all the best books and | fashioned “crossed shawl.” Tt is just a
the best periodical literature published | 4 big fichu pointed or rounded at the
in Europe and America. The Scotch | back, with a broad ruffle all ronnd it,
missionaries are not content with mere falling over the shoulders, and down
day schools. They have large boarding both ends, which are crossed over the
houses containing 200 to 800 boys, most- | bust, and brought round to the middle of
ly the sons of chiefs. They are entirely | the waist in the back, and tied in a great
under the care of the missionaries, and | Joose bow and ends. These fichus are
like the life they lead so well that in- | made of fine crepe de chine with ruffles
stead of going home they often prefer | of lace, or chifton with frills of the same
to spend their holidays in Blantyre. | material. When bought “ready-made”
Handicrafts of all kinds are taught them. | these “airy nothings’’ are exceeedingly
English games are in vogue, and at play | expensive, for they must be at least four
time the missionaries often take part in | yards long, but they are very simple to
games of foot ball with their dusky | make at home, and the difference in
pupils. That these schools have a per- | price is tremendous. They are lovely
manent effect upon the pupils is shown | for young girls made of the very finest
by the fact that after ending their edu- | Indian muslin daintily edged with lace,
cation many of the students build houses £j
near Blantyre and settle down with one
wife to lives of industry.
The sweetest muffs are being display-
ed in all colors and nearly every fabric.
A delicately lovely one with a capote to
match is of cream-white felt, lined and
edged with otter, the felt being pleated
“What have you in that package?” |into a bag-like shape and held with a
asked Mrs. Wanterno of her husband. little vine and white bird nestling in a
«Nothing that you would be interest- | bed of tiny brown ostrich feathers. This
ed in, my dear,” replied Mr. Wanterno. | muff is hung round the neck by a broad
oI think you might tell me what it | brown velvet ribbon. A collarette of
is.”? white, tolded rather like a ruff, stands
“Well if you must know, it is a rib- | out from the neck from the top and bot-
| bon tor my typewriter.” tom of a broad band of otter, This col-
“A ribbon for your typewriter? And | larette fastens on the left shoulder with
it’s nothing that ‘I would be interested | a little bird to match that on the muff,
{in I” exclaimed Mrs. Wanterno. and the part about the neck is edged
¢ What's the matter now ?” asked her | with a narrow brown feather trimming.
{ husband, who inferred from his wife's | The little bonnet to match this dainty
| manner that she was thoroughly angry. | set is also of white felt shaped like a flat
“You can unblushingly acknowledge | coif a 1a Marie Stuart, the point coming
{ to me that you have bought a ribbon for | well down on the forehead, and the
| your typewriter, and at the same time whole thing being edged with a narrow
tell me it is nothing that IT would be in- | band of otter. The flat crown is quite
| terested in!” : plain, and the back has a triple ar-
And she slammed the door behind ber | rangement of small brown feathers with
| as she went home t> rer mamma’s to re- | a bird matching those on the muff and
late tho most recent instance of man’s | collar. Broad velvet strings tie in a
perfidy. small flat bow under the chin.
The Typewriter to Blame Again.
the bodice on either side, and crossed