29, 1892,
ONLY ONE WORD.
Only a word may leave a sting
To wound some kind and loving heart,
It may be but a trifling thing
That cuts as deeply as a dart.
Only a word may stir up strife
And quickly cause a bitter hate,
The deepest sorrow make for life,
Then may repentance come to late.
Only a word may be a blow
Of torture keen as any pain,
And cloud a bright young life in woe
From which It ne'er can rise again.
Only a word may be a ray
Of sunshine in some dismal room,
And help to brighten many a day
Which is spent in hours of gloom.
Only a word, in it lies
Power to change full many a fate
How little do we realize :
In but one word what may await.
Only a word may lead the may :
From clouds of darkness to the light,
May help some weary one to pray
And guide him to the path of right.
—Good Housekeeping.
—
KILLED BY A KISS.
My father, Henri Chantal, was the
youngest of three brothers. My grand-
father had been ehipping merchant in
the north of France and had left a large
estate. My uncle Jerome, the eldest,
went to Paris and married, and thither,
somewhat later. Francois, the second
brother, followed him, my fathcr re
maining in Havre,
Henri Chantal was an eccentric
man, silent and studious, with a pas-
sion for books in fine bindings. He
made frequent trips to Paris to attend
auction sales, but never permitted me
to accompany him. When I was 18
years old he died, by his will appoint-
ing Uncle Francois, the guardian of
my person and estate. Francois was a
remarkably handsome man and very
fond of wine, woman, and song. Eith.
er through careless investments or riot-
ous living--some say both—he wasted
his own and my estate too and became
a pensioner upon his brother Jerome.
When I attained my majority, find- |
ing myself toiling for ‘a miserable pit- |
tance in a shipping house I resolved to
turn my back on France and try my
fortunes in the vew world, For more
than 20 years I knocked about the
United States and Canada, often suc-
ceeding in amassing quite a little prop-
erty ; but my love of speculation invar-
iably swallowed it up, and after an ab-
sence of more than 20 years 1 returned
to France and hunted up my cousia
Gaston, Jerome's son, who had kept
his money and was living a quiet, mar-
ried lifein the suburbs of Paris. He
received me very well, advanced me
some money, and assured me that his
house was always open to me.
But the member of Cousin Gaston’s
family who interested me most was a
maiden lady well on toward 50 with a
face of purest oval, a skin like a young
girl's, hair still luxuriant in growth and
but slightly flecked with gray.
“Who is she Cousin Gaston,” T agk-
ed one day.
“Come up to the billiard room,’ said
he, « where we may be alone, and I]
tell you.
“Nearly 50 years ago,” he began
with a long drawn sigh, © before you
were born, we lived at Rouy le Tors, on
the fortifications. We had a fine, oll
mansion and a garden on the ramparts
so high in the air that we used to call
it the hanging garden, from the bor.
ders of which we could look out for
miles across the plain. There was a
hidden flight of stone stairs leading
from the garden down to the plain,
used by the peasants and hucksters as
a shortcut to the mansion. One win.
ter’s night—ah ! well do I remember
that night a blinding snow storm had
set in at duck, but we didn’t let that
check our gaiety, for it was Twelfth
Night, and father and Uncle Francois
were entertaining a large party at din-
ner. Suddenly from way oat on the
plain, came the dull, deep baying of a
dog, half howl, half bark. At first no
one noticed it, for the merry feast in the
dining room was at its height, but as
again and again it reached our ears,
the howling each time taking a wore
piteous tone, some one called out :
“ Why, that sounds like Stentor!’
this being the name of a large and ex-
tremely intelligent St. Bernard dog,
which father had bought during a trip
through Switzerland, Er
“ ‘It's yery strange !" said my father
thoughtfully; then turning to a servant
he added: "See if Stentor be 1n the
house.’ ;
“Word was soon réturned that the
animal was nowhere to be found ; and
asif to remove all doubt that the bark.
ing and howling could possibly * pro-
ceed from any other throat than his,
Stentor now sent forth such a deep and
far reaching rumble, broken by howls
almost human ia their pleading, that
as if by acclamation the cry went up :
“*'Tis Stentor! "Tis our faithful
Stentor I’
“Uncle Francois sprang to his feet
—you remember what a Hercules he
used to be and how unk own to his
vocabulary the word fear was—and |
calling for his cane and great coat
made ready to eally forth into the |
storm, which every moment increased |
in fury. Baptiste accompanied him |
with a lantern.
“ Descending from the staircase the
two men upon reaching the door open: |
Ing at the bottom of the ramparts
halted for a moment for Stentor to send
forth another of his deep, booming calls
for assisance, tnen facing the swirlin
clonds of snow and sleet they began to
traverse the plain. Alter half an
hour’s search they came upon Stentor,
He was nearly buried in a drift, but
shook himself free and burst forth into '
manifestations of the wildest delight |
as he caught sight of the relief party. |
The animal was harnessed to a wagon |
of mine which father had given me on i
my last birthday, the wheels of whic |
had stuck fast in the drift asthe faith. '
ful dog was crossing the plain with his
load. Without pausing to ascertain
! what was concealed beneath the blan-
' kets which wére firmly lashed over the |
body of the little wagon, Uncle Fran-
cois and Baptiste, in answer to Sten
tor’s loud whining, lent the good dog a
helping hand and the party soon reach-
ed the door at the foot of the stone
stairway. Here, setting Stentor free,
Uncle Francois lifted the litile vehicle
in his arms and bore it triumphantly
amid bursts of laughter and applause
and the mad gambols of Stentor into
our crowded dining room.
“ Judge of our surprise, nay of our
wonder and bewilderment, upon draw-
ing a beautiful wicker basket from be-
neath the blanket and carefully remov-
ing the soft silk and woolen wraps
which swathed up its contents, to come
upon the tiny, rosy body of a female in-
fant about 6 months old! Tied to its
tiny wrist by a dainty pink ribbon was
an envelope containing securities repre-
senting 50,000 france.
“ ‘Some child of love,” said my
father gravely, ‘ whose mother takes
this means of entrusting it to the care
of a Christian family. Shall we open
our house and hearts to it, wife?’ he
asked, turning tomy mother.
“Yes, yes,’ cried mother joyfully,
: Thisis the holy feast ofthe Epiphany.
What a tender reminder of the coming
Christ-child 1”
‘And thereupon cur interrupted
gayety broke out anew with more
spirit than ever. The child was chris
tened Claire, but from its earliest years
it displayed a temper so sweet, a dispo-
sition 80 loving, that it earned and re-
ceived the pet name of Pearl. Father
made a wise investment of the little
fortune and by the time Pearl was 16
it had more than doubled. She was
now a maiden of rare physical lovliness.
Tor several years I had been watching
the unfolding of this fair bud, and I
had resolved come what may, to make
Pearl my wife. My lovefor her was
not an ordinary attachment. It was
an adoration, a deep and soulfn] yearn-
ing. 1 could not put it in words. I
was afraid to speak to Pearl. I was
afraid I'd frighten her, and so I went
about with this thorn in my breast.
“ Uncle Francois had ‘died just a
year previous to this time, and now
father was stricken with apoplexy. I
was hastily summoned to his bedside.
His speech was thick and broken, but,
Oh, God, T understood him only too
well,
“My dear son—I have long been
aware of your love for Pearl!” he
gasped, “but it mast not be—I can
not tell you all—Pearl—your wite—
must not— ,
With this terrible “ must not” on
his lips he relapsed into a stupor and
never spoke again.
“Pearl was sent to a convent. I
married shortly after, and upon moth-
er’sdeath my wife and I asked Pearl
to make her home with us, and she
did, coming to us with that old time
smile go sweetly sad, loving and caring
for our children—a real pearl in our
household. As God lives I thought
that love was dead within my heart,
but month in and month out I woke to
find it still there. Struggle as I might
I could not rid myself of it it would
not go. Thirty-five years have not
killed it. It will never, it will never
did, 7’ sobbed my poor cousin piteously.
I took his hand and then spoke ‘a
few comforting words to him, and then
I asked ;
“But why did Pearl never marry?"
“She did not care to marry, she
said,” replied my cousin. “No one
suited her exactly, although she had
many offers.”
Gaston's wife now called us, but his
eyes were =o swollen and red that it
was impossible for him to go to the draw-
ing room. 1 hastily poured a basin of
cold water, recommending him to bathe
his face and compose himself while I
rejoined the family.
I need not tell you that Mlle. Pearl
aow more than ever awakened? a sym:
pathy within me strangely tender and
sweet. could not keep my eyes off
her, The delicious sadness lurking in
her round, blue eyes enthralled me. I
followed her from room to room, in-
venting excuses to speak her name. I
longed with a yearning that oppressed
and pained me to look into her heart,
to know if she really had loved Gaston
so deeply, eo fervently as to say, Thou
or no one,” " :
At last we were leftalone in Gaston’s
workroom, a charming little den, quite
shut off from the rest of the house.
Never had Pearl seemed more delici-
ously gentle and feminine. There
was a playful melancholy in her man.
ner that drew me toward her’ more
strongly than the witchery of a maiden
of 18. I must have kissed her hand
with more ardor than allowable, for I
was aroused from my dream by feeling
her tugging to getit away from me and
hearing hersay: :
“Oh, M. Jules! M. Jules!”
“ Ah, Mlle. Pearle,” 1 exclaimed.
“If you could have geen Cousin Gas-
ton weeping ' this morning! It you
could have heard his confession !*
She caught her breath, her waxlike
face grew whiter and her clear. blue
eyes [ost their summer like serenity.
‘Seen him weeping 2’ she repeated
in a tone of wonderment,
“Yes, yes, said I. “this morning,
only a short time ago, upstairs, when
we were all alone.”
“But why ?” she almost whispered.
“What has happened |
t AY, Peay) vey replied, taking her
hand. still strangely young and girlish,
“I koow all. something did happen
many years ago. Gaston has tcld me
of his love; I'know the secret of his
ife 3%
But a look at Pearl silenced me. A
death-like pallor had overspread her
face, her eyes were closed, ehe had
risen and was clinging to the back of
Gaston's chair, She seemed ready to
fall. when that instant Gaston's voice
rang ont:
* Cousin Jules, Cousin Jules, where
are you ?"
As he entered his den in order to get
by me he was obliged to close the door
partially.’ He gave it a little stronger |
push than was necessary. It went
completely shut with a low click, We |
three beings stood there absolutely
alone, shut out from the rest of the
world.
A strange expression, half joy, half
pain, had overspread Pearl's face as
Gaston's voice sounded in the 1ext
room. Their eyes met—hers wet with
tears, his red and swollen. I know
not how it all happened, so bewildered
was I. so entranced at the thought of
what might happen, but I heard Gas.
ton cry out: “ Pearl, Pearl |’ and saw
his arms stretched out to her, saw her
throw herself into them with a smoth-
ered exclamation of joy, saw their lips
meet! Then I looked away.
The next moment I was startled by
a wild cry of Gaston :
‘ Jules, Jules, come quick. Pearl
has fainted !’’ :
I wheeled about just in time to be
of assistance to him. We laid her on
the sofa and I turned to get a glass
of water, when un agonizing cry smote
my ears,
“My God, Jules, Pearl is dead!”
When we returned from Pere la
Chaise to that desolate house Gaston
asked me to follow him into his room.
He unlocked a drawer in his desk, took
out a miniature of Pearl, an ivory box
containing a bunch of silken curls cut
from her head when a child, ar.d a large
envelope filled with securities repre
senting Pearl's fortune, about 20,000
francs.
‘ Here Cousin Jules.” said he, as
he entwined his arm tenderly about
my neck, these all belong to you.”
“Tome?” I replied, drawing back
completely mystified.
“Yes, Pearl was your sister. —
Guy de Maupassant.
A ———————
It Was Jim’s Fault.
Durn him, he don’t look to be wurth
Lis weight in pumkins! said the Taylor
township farmer as he pointed to a fad-
ed and dejected looking dog which he
had just tied to the hind axle of his wag-
on with a piece of clothes line.
Going to take him home ? I asked.
Yes,
He does’t look much hikea farm dog.
No, but he’ll have to do till I getsum-
thin’ better. Durn my son Jim, bat he
ought to be made to play dog fur the
hull winter! It’s his fault that we lost
the best dog in Wayne county last week,
How did it happen ? I asked.
Wall, mean’ Jim was huskin’ corn
'longside the road fence one afternoon,
and our dog was nosin’ about after mice.
Talk about dogs! Why, we'd raised
him from a pup, and no man’s $50 could
abought him! That dog knowed more’n
lots of folks I've met, includin’ my son
Jim. We was a huskin’ away when
one o’ them blamed foreigners came
along with one o’ them performin’ bears.
The minit Jim sot eyes on them he got
up and says:
Dad, do you want more'n a bar’l o’
fun in less’'n ,hree minits?
What d’ye mean ? says [
We'll put Towser on ‘to that b'ar and
ran him seven miles, says he.
But mebbe the b’ar won’t run.
He’s sartin’ to. Them sort o’ bars
hain’t no sand. He'll do some of the
all-firedest runnin’ you ever saw in old
Wayne county.
And so you set the dog on? I asked
as he paused to kick at the cur under
the wagon.
Yes. That is, that infernal dough-
head of a Jim did! He didn’t give me
time to think it over. The man and
the b’ar had got past us when Jim lift.
ed the dog over the fence and told him
to 20 in. It jest makes me sea sick to
think of it.
The dog went in ?
Of course. That dog would hev tack-
led a Bengal tiger nineteen feet high if
we had told him to. He got sight o’
that b’ar amblin’ along, and he laid out
to surprise him. TI got up on the fence
jest as he overtook the bar and rolled
him over and over about six times.
When he did that Jim hollered so you
could hear him a mile, and 1 was so
tickled I couldn’t laff.
Well ?
Well, I wish I hadn’t started in to
tell you about it, for it makes me dizzy.
The bar finall quit rollin’ and about
that time I got over bein’ tickled. Tow-
ser had a good grip on him, but that old
b’ar riz up like a side-hill, shook him off
and then grabbed him to wipe out the
insult. How long d’ve s’pose that dog
lasted ?
Three minutes ?
Three turnips! You couldn’t hev
counted fifty after he got up atore he
had killed Towser and flung his carcass
into the ditch! Jim and I both heard
the bones crack.
And what was the man doing all this
time ?
Oh, he wassittin’ down to light his
pipe, and when we get up to him he
wanted to know if we didn’t want to
‘turn the rest of the dogs loose !
And that was all ?
Party nigh all. I run Jim over a
mile through the woods, but he gotaway
and hasn’t dastcome home since. Look
at that cantankerous cur I'm a takin’
home in place of a $50 bull dog! Git
along thar! Stand over and shet up or
I'll be the death of you in less'n two
minits !
——An exchange has the following :
Goodness is the highest possible attain-
ment. Titles, honors, wealth, position,
popularity, gifts, skill, knowledge, all
these are nothing in comparison with
goodness, A good conscience, a pure
heart, and upright life are more to be
desired than all things else. Yet noth. |
ing is more neglected than goodness.
Not only base and wicked man, but
business men and politicians who have
a code of morals of their own to which
they adhere with great tenacity; smile at
the proposition to introduce the princi-
ples of the Ten Commandments and the
Sermon on the Mount into the common
affairs of life, claiming that these would
make success impossible. But that gain
which is secured at the expense of one of
these principles is the heaviest loss.
By the terms of the will of Mary
Macras Stuart, who died a. few nights
ago in New York city, upward of $4,
C00,000 of ber estateis left to various
colleges and charities of the Presby-
terian Church. The Lenox Library
receives her magnificent library and
| collection of art works in addition to
$300,000.
| The Story of the Hudson Bay Company.
were not the first hunters and fur-trad-
ers in British America, ancient as was
their foundation. The French from the
Canadas, preceded them no one knows
how many years, though it is said it was
as early as 1627 that Louis XIII. char-
tered a company of the same sort and
for the same aims as the English com
pany. What ever came of that corpor-
ation 1 do not know, but by the time
the Englishmen established themselves
on Hudson Bay, individual Frenchmen
and half-breeds had penetrated the coun-
try still farther west They were of
hardy, adventurous stock, and they lov-
ed the free roving life of the trapper and
hunter. Fitted out by the merchants of
Canada, they would pursue the water.
in every direction, their canoes ladened
with goods to tempt the savages and
their guns or traps forming part of their
burden. They would be gone the
greater part of a year, and always re-
turned with a store of furs to be convert.
ed into money, which was in turn, dis-
sipated in the cities with devil-may-care
jollity. These were the courriers du
bois and theirs was the stock from which
came the voyageurs of the next era, and
the half- breeds, who joined the service
of the rival fur companies, and who by-
the-way, reddened the history of the
Northwest territories with ‘the little
bloodshed that mars it,
Charles the IT. of England was made
to believe that wonders in the way cof
discovery and trade would result from a
grant of the Hudson Bay territory to cer-
tain friends and petitioners. An experi-
mental voyage was made with good re-
sults in 1668, and in 1672 the King
granted the charter to what he styled
“the Governor and Company of adven-
Bay, one body corporate and politique,
in deed and in name, really and tully
forever, for Us, Our heirs, and Succes-
sors.” It wasindeed a royal and a
wholesale charter, for the King declared,
“We have given, granted and confirmed
unto said Governor and Company sole
trade and commerce of those Seas,
Streights, Bavs, Rivers, Lakes, Creeks
and Sounds, in whatsoever latitude they
shall be, that lie within the Streights
the Seas, ete.,—-not already possessed by
possessed by the subjects of any other
ing of all sorts of Fish, Whales, Stur-
geons, and all other Royal Fishes,
upon the coasts within the limits afore-
said, and all Mines Royal, as well dis-
covered as not discovered, of Gold, Sil-
ver, Gems, and Precious stones,——and
that the said lands be henceforth reck-
oned and reputed as one of our Planta-
pire the corporation was to pay yearly
two elks and two black beavers when-
ever and as often as he, his heirs or his
successors ‘‘shall happen to enter into
thesaid countries.” The company was
ate un armed torce for security and de-
people that were not Christians, and to
seize any British or other subject who
it was in his honor that the new terri
tory got its name of Rupert’s Land.
In the company were the Duke of
Al»emarle, Earl Craven, Lords Arling-
tonand Ashley, and several knights
and baronets, Sir Philip Carteret among
them. There were alsofive esquires, or
gentlemen, and John Portman, “citizen
and goldsmith.” They adopted the
witty sentence, “Pro pelle cutem’ (A
skin for a skin), as their motto, and es-
tablished as their cont of armsa fox se-
jant as the crest, and a shield showing
cross of St. George, the
by two stags.
The “adventurers” quickly establish-
ed forts on the shores of Hudson Bay,
and began trading with the Indians,
that they made from twenty-five to
they exhibited all of that
which capital is ever said to
They were nothing like as enterprising
as the French courniers du bois. In a
timidity
the country than al first, excepting as
they extended their little system of forts
or ‘factories’ up and down and on eith-
er side of Hudson and James bays. In
view of their profits, perhaps this lack
of enterprise is not to be wondered at.
On the other hand; their charter was
given as a reward for the efforts
they had made, and were to make, to
find the ‘Northwest passage to the
Southern Seas,” and in this quest they
made less of a trial than in the getting
But the company had no lack of brave
cers and men at the factories were near-
ly all from the Orkney Islands, and
those islands remained until recent
times the recruiting source for this ser-
vice. This was because the Orkney
men were inured to a rigorous climate,
and to a diet largely composed of fish.
They were subject to less of a change in
the company’s service than must have
been endured by men from almost any
part of England. A
The attitude of the company toward
discovery suggests a Dogberry at its
head, bidding his servants to ‘‘compre-
hend’’ the Northwest passage but should
they fail, to thank God they were rid of
a villain. In truth they were traders
| pure and simple, and were making great
| profits with little trouble and expense.
| * They brought from England about
| £4000 worth of powder, shot, guns, fire !
| steels, flints, gun-worms, powder-horns,
{ pistols, hatches, sword blades, ice-chisels,
files, kettles, fish-hooks, net lines, burn-
ing, glasses, looking-glasses, tobacco,
brandy. goggles, gloves, hats, lace, need-
[ les, thread, thimbles, breeches, vermil-
| ion, worsted sashes, blankets, flannels,
| red feathers, buttons, beads, and “shirts,
shoes and stockens.” They spent, in
| keeping ip their posts and ships, about
£15,000, and in return they brought to
England castorum. whale fins, whale
oil, deer horns, ooose quils, bed feathers,
and skins-—in all of a value of about
£26,000 per annum. I have taken the
The Hudson Bay Company’s agents |
commonly called Hudson's, together |
with all the Lands, Countries and Ter-
ritories upon the coasts and confines of |
or granted to any of our subjects, or!
Christian Prince or State, with the fish- |
together with the Royalty of the Sea |
tions or Colonies in America called Ru- |
pert’s Land.” For this gift of an em- |
to the King, his heirs and successors, |
empowered to man ships of war, to cre- |
fence, to make peace or war with any |
traded in their territory. The Ring
named his cousin, Prince Rupert, Duke |
of Cumberland, to be first Governor,and |
four beavers in the quarters, and the
whole upheld |
with such success that it was rumored |
fifty per cent profit each year. But.
possess.
hundred years they were no deeper: in |
of furs ; how much less we shail ‘cee. |
and hardy followers, At first the offi- |
, average for several vears in that period
| of the company’s history, and it is in
| our money as if they spent $90,000 and
| got back $180,000, and this 1s their own
{ showing under such circumstances as to
, make it the source of wisdom not to
; boast of their profits. They had three
| times trebled their stock and otherwise
| increased it, so that having been 10,500
| shares at the outset, it was now 103,950
shares. — From ¢4 Skin for Skin,” by
i Julian Ralph, in Harper's Magazine
Sor February.
ET E———"
Railway of the World,
United States.
The first locomotive was built and
made its successfull trial tripin Eng-
i land, but America was quick to adopt
anb nearly all the rest of the world com-
bined in its use. The Railway Age has
just published an interesting diagram,
showing the railway mileage of each state
Jan 1, 1892, and the combined railway
mileage of the world. By this table it
| 8pears that the total railway mileage of
i the world is 383, 500 miles, of which
| the United States alone have 171,000. or
| 45 per cent. of total, and North America
, 187,500, or nearly one half, Europe has
{ 141,000 miles, or 80,000 less than the
i United States alone; Asia, 20,000; South
| America 16,000; Australasia, 18.000, and |
Afric a,6,000 miles.
A striking feature of our own railway
development is its wonderful rapidity.
When the rebellion broke out in 1861
the total railway mileage of the country
was 82,000 miles. In thirty years it has
grown to 181,000 miles. Another strik-
ing feature is the railwav developement
in new states. South Dakota, only admit-
ted as a states Nov. 8, 1889, has 2,665
turers of England trading into Hudson’s | miles, or more than either Florida, South
| Carolina, Mississippi or Arkansas, and
i North Dakota, admitted at the same
| time, 2,218 miles, or more than either
| New Jersey, Mass chuetts, Louisiana or
| West Virginia. Little Rhode Island is
“lowest on the
| peach-growing
| with 316 miles.
{The boundless west has distanced the
east and south in railway building. Tili-
nois stands first, with 10,235 miles. and
while it is true that Pennsylvania stands
Delaware comes next
Texas with 8 854, Towa with 8,444 and
' Ohio with 8,152 miles, all lead New
York, which is credited with only 7,-
920. Of the Southern states Missouri
stands first with 6,188 miles, Georgia
second with 4.828, Alabama third with
' 8,601, Virginia fourth with 3,556, North
Carolina sixth, with 8,284, while Ken-
| tucky aud Tennessee follow close with
12,976 and 2,971 respectively. Califor-
nia leads the Pacific states with 4,484
‘miles and Massachusetts the Eastern
| states with 2,105. New Mexico stands
first among the territories with 1,405
miles, Utah second with 1,347 and In-
dian Territory third with 1,276.— Phila-
delphia Times.
——————
Failing Rapidly.
Cabin.”
The gifted aunthoress of Uncle
' Tom's Cabin,” now eighty years ot age,
| is said 10 be failing rapidly. A gentle-
man who recently visited her home at
Hartford tells a New York Mail and
Express reporter that she has failed
| very much of late and her mind is so
| clouded that she cannot taik consecu-
' tively on any subject. She is not con-
fined to her room and does not require
a physician's care, but her friends are
apprehensive that the end is not far
A great many letters still come to
her, but these she does not see. She ig
constantly ander surveillance. Her
last days are madeas pleasant as wealth
| and kind friends can make them, but
she seems to know nothing ot what is
going on about her, and indeed, is al-
| most as helpless as a child.
All the world is familiar with her
1 literary work, but it is not generally’
known that her first venture as a writer
was in the shape of an epitaph placed
on a slab over the grave of a pet cat.
LIt way written when she was exght
‘years of age. It seems that poor pus,
| ¢f whom the child was very fond, had
rafitand acted so badly that Ler father
shot it. There was a flood of tears, of
i course, and then came the cat's funer-
al. Tne next duy the futnre great auth:
oress wrote these lines . .
Here lies p or kit,
Who had a fit
And acted queer,
Killed with a gun,
Her race is run,
And she lies here!
i There is not much sentiment. ex-
| pressed, but the facts seem to be all
| straight. For days after the funeral
the child visited the grave and wept
| copiously at the untimely end of puss.
Mrs. Stowe’s books still’ sell well.
{ And she will go down into history with
the great distinction of having done as
| much as, if not more than, any one
!'single person to break the shackles and
| make millions of men and women free.
| She needs no other, monument.
| I —————
| Not the Merrimac; hut-the Virginia.
I" There never was a confederate iror-
c'ad or any other ironclad named Merri-
mac. The Confederate ram was the
| Virginia always. She was constructed
{upon the bulk of an old United States
frigate called the Merrimac. Why peo-
ple should go on calling the Virginia
the Merrimac we cannot see. History
and fact--not always synonymous —-
agree in this case. The Confederate
ironclad was the Virginia, not the Mer-
rimac.— Norfolk Landmark.
A very cute “booby prize given
at a party was a cabbage, tied with a
pink ribbon. When it was untied the
top was lifted up and the inside contain -
ed fingicandy, The centre of the cab-
bage had been hollowed out, then lined
+ with tissue paper, filled with the sweets,
the tap put buck and tied on. It creat.
ed much merriment. --Good Houseleep-
uy.
Se —
Constipaticn is caused by loss of
the peristaltic action of the bowels.
Hood's Pills restore this action and in-
vigorate the liver,
\ The Wonderful Development That Is Seen in the '
list with 228 miles, and |
second with 8,978, Kansas with 8,991, |
The Last Dawn of the Author of ** Uncle Tom's |
The World of Women.
Violet ink is considered the most fash-
ionable shade at present.
The present fashionable bodice
nearly seamless as possible.
Biue Canton china is again coming
into great favor on the best tables,
“Ice blue’ isa new name for a pale
shade of that ever popular color
Miss Mary Chenowith, the chief
apostle of Christian science, is said to be
worth $8,000,000 and lives in a house
with 100 rooms.
The latest novelty in dining-room
floral decoration is a single long stem-
{ med flower drooping over a cut glass
vase, placed on the dining table itself
or on the mantle.
~A woman in Manchester, N, Hn,
earns her living in a blacksmith shop.
She works from morning till night in
her husband’s shop, and car do ever
thing except shoe a horse.
The statement is made that in Massa-
chusetts there are 38,295 partners in
eighty-three industries, of whom 1,760:
are women, and that out of 43,981 stock-
holders in that State 11,722 are also wo-
men,
A novelty, in the way of dining-
room furniture. is called the pigskin set
in which the chairs are covered with
| embossed pigskin, a fabric extremely
ornamental, and which naturally wears
exceedingly well.
In falling into the prevailing fashion
ot putting one long stemmed flower in a
vase, if the spiral be not Very narrow at
the base, a small specimen glass can he
arranged inside, and the same held in
place by a little moss,
Kate Field knows a thing or two, and
proves it when she declares that a wo-
men to be agreeable must listen. “Keep
& man wound up,” she says, look as
though you were banging on his lips,
and he’ll think you charming.”
Fanny Edwards is a bright and at.
| tractive Louisville girl of 15 who has
taken to preaching and is delivering
| stirring sermons to the mountaineer of’
| Tennessee, who come miles to heat the per-
| suasively earnest and eloquent talks,
[A well informed mother never ailows
| a color to be put on her boy baby, It
is an unwritten law in the nursery of
| swelldom 0 proclaim the sex in the out.
i fit White and pink, or baby blue for
| the Ruths of creation, but pure white
| for the John Jacob Astors every time.
Miss Gentry, an American girl, has
| obtained permission to listen to the lec-
| tures on Mathematics at the University
| of Berlin. It is rare that women are al-
{lowed to attend courses in a German
{ Universities and they are never al-
lowed to graduate. Miss Gentry has
| been somewhat annoyed, it is said, by
the students and may not remain in the
university long.
“The best protection a young woman
can have in New York city.” said a big
policeman on the broadway squad, “is
one of those little crosses that the King’s
Daughters wear. I've noticed that now
adays the professional masher will look
first at the bosom ofa woman’s dress,
and if that little cross is dangling from
a buttonhole he passes her by without
even a stare,’
Linen cuffs are certainly an improve-
ment to a tallor made dress. The new-
est are gauntlet shape and are worn out
side the sleeves. They are plain white
linen and fully six inches deep. This
revival of linen means new cuff buttons,
and silver, with the heads of ancient
and famous men, take precedenee over
the costly designs in Etruscan gold in
faney stone settings.
There is one thing evident to the ob-
server of women’s feet nowadays, and
that is the fact that there are fewer
stumpy toes than formerly. Women
almost all wear shoes of greater length,
It is rare now now to see a row of bent
toes, restrained from lying out longitu-
dinally flat in th. shoe. By adding one
letter of width to many of these feet no
great violence would be done to appear-
ance, and the foot that has secured
length of toe would find perfect comfort
in a little side spead too.
A picturesque turnout started from
one of the upper Fifth avenue hotels on
a recent morning. It was a double
is as
nodding white plumes; three’ white
horses, harnessed abreast drew it ; the
coachman and foot man were in white
liveries with brass buttons, and the two
ladies, who were the sleigh’s occupants,
wore white cloth costumes with white
fur toques, capes and muffs, The mud-
dy highway of the avenue was in rath-
er painful contrast as the party set off,
but when the snowy drives of the Park,
with the background of the evergreeens,
were reached, the really beautiful estab-
lishment received 1ts appropriatesetting.
TEA GOWNS.
There is an endless diversity in the
shape and. trimming of tea gowns:
They seem to get more elaborate and
beautiful every season. There aro
ethereal tea gowns, nothing but gauze
and lace ; msthetic tea gowns. made of
crupe woolen stuffs, with flowing drap-
eries ; handsome tea gowns composed
only of rich brocades and velvets, and
ten gowns of nun’s cloth and soft silk
that are merely pretty. The severe tea-
gown is generally made of self colored
silk trimmed with * passementeries.
Cashmere is just as popular a material
as ever.
An eccentric gown was made of pale
yellow cushmere veiled in front with
white lace and ornamented with flost-
ing ends of brown velvet falling in
stripes from the neck to the hem of the
skirt. The ribbons were held in place
at the waist by a girdle.
A gorgeous French model was of vel-
vet in one of the new intermediate
shades of brown, with a broad panel of
palest blue and gold brocade on each
side. It had an immense collar and a
long train set in plaits just below the
waist. The front was cut in a new style
with long narrow ends like a mantle,
and fringed with iridescent beads. The
The most beautiful gowns are generally
made of diaphanous fabrics.
One in peach colored crape—enough
to make any woman -‘enthuse’’—had
the front composed of a careless mass of
yel.ow guaze and lace. The back was
adorned with a cascide of the same ma-
teriais, and the sleeves were draped with
lace at the top and finished at the wrist
with a ganze ruffles, Most of the new
models have leng sleeves. falling low
over the hands.
Russian sleigh painted white, with tall -