mere —tngcifier in
THERE ARE.
Beautiful words never spoken,
Whispers of cheer that might save
Hearts drifting weary and broken.
Down to the night of the grave.
Silence more deadly than passion,
Glances that slander can send,
Fram’d in the world’s devilish fashion,
To murder the heart of a friend.
Look, spotless virtue impeaching,
Souls lying crush’d on the plain,
With tear frozen eyelids beseeching
The touch of love’s sunlight again,
Burdens to bear for the weaker,
Jewels to dig from God’s mine;
And gems fairer still to the seeker.
In the angels’ tiara shine.
Within us the soul’s silent treasure
Waiting the kiss of the light ;
Sweet scented blossorus of pleasure
Our fingers may cuil from the night.
Fruit shining ripe on toil's mountains,
Pearls that sleep under life's sea ;
Music in God's laughing fountains
Undream’d of by you or by me.
Larks singing down in love’s meadow,
Throstles that pipe by the hill;
Out of time’s darkness and shadow,
Whispers that comfort and thrill.
Voices within every singing,
Melody softened by tears,
The pheenix of hope at last springing
Serane from the ashes of years.
—J. R. Parke in Detroit Free Press.
AN ODD LIFE ROMANCE.
Was Alec a Lunatic, or is There a State of
Pre-Existence ?
We had brought our chairs out on
the lawn, for the night was hot and
sultry. . A low hanging harvest moon
spread its full radiance over field and
meadow, and the heavy feeling of op-
pression rested on us all. We were
but a small party, but entirely congen-
ial. From boybood up we had ever
been close companions, and the only
break had come when Alec had been
sent on business for his house to a far
away Southern town, there to nego-
tiate the transfer of a coffee plantation.
At the time of his departure he was en-
gaged to be married and expected soon
to return to claim his bride, but on ar-
riving at his destination he found that
certain business and legal formalities
would detain him much longer than he
anticipated. Writing home to his
finance of his disappointment, she de-
termined to go out to him. and by the
the next steamer she was on her way.
That was years ago, and to-night was
the first time we four chums had been
all that time. We had
heard, but in meagre details, the death
of Miss Marvin soon after her ar-
rival.
Alec had come back, only to hasten
off to some other place with an equally
unpronounceable name, and we had
supposed that by this time his sorrow
had become a thing of the past, and
that he bad somewhere in his travels
found a wife to take Miss Marvin’s place.
On meeting him at the door it was
evident to me that time in this case
had proved but a sorry healer. The
light-hearted, jolly boy was gone, and
in his place stood a man stern and aged
before his time with a questing wonder
in the gloomy eyes that seemed forever
seeking something or some one as they
glanced cautiously about. He was sit-
ting now puffing away at his cigar in
moody silence. Tom, Dick and I were
trying our voices on some old melody
that seemed appropriate to the night,
yet we did not let ourselves out, but
sang rather in a subdued and sort of
hushed way, as though we were afraid
of waking some one. Just when we were
about to start in on the third verse,
Alec started up, and, in accents charp
with pain, eaid :
“For God's sake fellows, shut up.
Can’t you see that music is driving me
crazy ? Ihate minor music and I
hate the moon,” Noting our surprise,
he continued: “Yes, I know I act
like a lunatic, but when I tell you
something I have been trying for years
to solve you will know why it is I can-
not bear that song or appreciate this
moonlight.”
He sat up straight and something in
his manner led us to believe that what
he had to say was connected with that
period of his existence of which we
knew so little. Turning from one to
the other, with a gleam of the old time
companion in hie manner he said :
“Boys, what Itell you to-night I
have never breathed to a living soul
outside the tropics. Help me, if you
can to solve a mystery thatis driving
me mad.” :
In hushed expectance we waited for
him to begin. It was not long, though
at firet it seemed ¢s though he had for-
gotten our very presence.
“When I was sent out to Mendoza
five years ago, as you know, I was to
return soon, The trip vas delightful,
my prospects bright and the expecta-
tion that on my return I was to be
married to Miss Marvin whom you
may remember, gave to my thoughts a
singularly happy turn and everything
was couleur de rose.
“The first night at dinner I noticed a
girl sitting near me, who, from the very
peculiarity of her appearance, attacted
my attention from the first. She was
unually slender, with long, slim, beau-
tifully manicured hande. Her eyes
were black, small and restless. Her
Lair of the most extra-ordinary tint of
red that I have ever seen. You smile;
she was not oeautiful, but if you could
have seen as I have done, the slow,
sweet cruel smile ; the rosy lips and
s: all sharp teeth, and the lighting
movements of the slim hands and
graceful head, you would not wonder
I was charmed, aye charmed that was
the word. Away from her I loathed
the very thought of her, but once let
her come toward me, with that grace.
ful, undulating walk that was all her
own, with the slim white hand extend-
ed her eyes fixed on mine, while that
perfect smile hovered over the little,
cruel mouth, I was her slave.
“I hated myself torit; I read long
lessons to my wavering affections on
their disloyalty to Bessie, and in the
midnight hours swore that I would nod
meet her again while we remained on
board. But all in vain. The charm
of her presence was too much
for me, and the morrow found me by
her side. Things of that kind progress
so much faster on shipboard than in
society. There is nothing else to do,
and before I knew what 1
was about I had (drifted
further than I dared to think of. She,
on her part, seemed not so much to
‘love me as to enjoy the torture she in-
flicted. Vanity was her ruling passion
though why I was chosen the victim
to besacrified on its altar, God only
knows. Onenight, it was just such
another as this, we sat together in the
shadow of a lifeboat looking out over
the sparkling sea.. On tbe morrow the
trip would be ended, and I, away from
her baleful presence, could burst the
chains that bound me and be once
more a man. Asif reading my thoughts
she slipped one white hand into mine
and in a sort of dreamy whisper, she
began :
“Alec, doyou believe in a pre-exis-
tence? I do, and somehow tonight I
feel as though I could look back into
that state and see myself. Many
times I've been in the same place, be-
fore, always a jungle, deep, dark, im-
penetrable. I see great dead white
and scarlet blossoms whose odor makes
the very air heavy with a languorous
perfume. I feel that I am there yet
see no one until a man with white
drawn face approaches near my hiding
place. Then all at once I feel a tremor
steal throughout my being, fierce fire
beats down upon my head. I clasp
my body round that human form, and
then I see the mau enfolded in the
coils of a writhing, venomous cobra
that springs from the branch above ris
head. Alec, am I that cobra?
“Involuntarily I sh.dder; her pic-
ture was so vivid. With a soft laugh
she went on.
“You need not shudder. I find
something most enchanting in that pic-
ture ; it is the way to kill, crush in a
fierce embrace—and life is soon extinct
Itis as I should do as ifyou were
false.”
“Her eyes glittered as she fastened
them on mine, and the slim fingers
twisted convulsively.”
“It is as I should do,’ she murmur-
ed, “but not the man, oh, no, that pu:-
ishment would be, too small. A
death like that, crushed in my linger-
ing embrace, would be but heaven to
the man, but through the woman he
should suffer.”
“My thoughts fly to Bessie and 1
saw then—oh, go clearly—what a fool
I have been to allow myself to be drag-
ged into the net of sucha woman, but
on the morrow we would part and then
it would beso much easier to break
the news of my engagement by letter,
and as I was soon to return to North
America what harm could come of it.
It was only an episode in the life on
shipboard. We parted for the night,
she more loving and tender than her
wont, yet with a peculiar stealthy
watchfulness of my actions that made
me nervous: Inthe morning all was
bustle and activity, and in the confu-
sion we exchanged but a few hurried
words and parted—I with a promise of
many letters lingering on my lips and
she with an odd little metallic laugh
that rings through my dreams to this
day. I put off telling her of my en-
gagement, even by letter, until I had
word that Miss Marvin was about to
join me, owing to my stay being pro-
longed. Then I knew that I must no
longer conceal the fact and sat down
and wrote to my steamer companion a
full explanation of my affairs and arose
from my desk with a huge weight off
my mind and my conscience.
“The moments seemed weighted, so
slowly did they pass until the word
reached us that the Mariposa was ly-
ing atanchor in the lower harbor. Bes-
eie my future wife, my bride to be, was
only an hour away. No lover was
ever more ardent, and it was a
not Jong before I was rushing like a
madman down to the wharf to greet
my darling. There I stood with the
burning southern sun beating down on
my unprotected head unheeded, for a
fiercer and more ardent flame was con-
suming my heart as I thought of the
happivess in store for me. With the
breaking off of my relations with my
southern steamer acquaintance a new
life seemed to bound through my veins
and an eagerness I could not conceal
caused me to pace up and down in
restless impatience on that scorching
wharf,
“You can imagine when I tell you
all this what my feelings must have
been when just as the majestic vessel
was within sight a voice at my elbow
startled me with its wellknown intona-
tion, and turning I discovered that my
hope to escape from tha awful enchant-
went of the steamer was a fleeting and
evanescent fancy. Before me, with
her eyes darting fire, the lips moving
in the slow, cruel smile, stood the w-
izan I had thought so far away.
“Your white northern dove is com-
ing, I see? Doesit not seem a fitting
climax that I, the cast-off plaything of
an idle hour, should be on hand to
witness the warm greeting and the
loving kiss, the burning words of wel-
come, and knowing all. To realize
what I have Jost. Your letter was 80,
kind, so just, how could I do otherwise
than be on hand to share your joy and
witness her triumph, You writhe, you
turn your eyes about, ah, now, my
friend, again I see the jungle, again I
see the wan white tortured face, and
now I know it—it is yours—yours, and
Iam there, but where, but where 1”
“With a swift sudden movement as
the steamer drew up to the pier she was
gone—gone like a phanton as silently
and curiously as she appeared, and
with a cold perapiration starting from
every pore I strove to be at ease and
greet my bride.
“That night—ah, shall I ever forget
it? Bessie and I hand clasped in hand,
sat on the moon-lit verandah dreaming
those dreams that lovers love to dream
until at last a silence sweet tender had
tallen upon us. At the end of the nar-
row pebbled walk a dark clump of tro-
pical plants stood outin weird relief
against the dazzling whiteness of that
sultry night. One nightingale burst
into song, and a mandolin player in a
near-by-cafe strummed a sweet minor
air.
‘At last our recovery was broken by
the approach of my servant, who in a
whisper begged pardon for the intru-
sion, but said a lady waited for me in
the little room I had turned into part
library, part den and set apart for my
especial use. With a lingering kiss on
the sweet lips upturned to mine, I left
her and went into the house.
“My God! that night. Finding no
one in my room, I hastened out to seek
an explanation of such unpardonable
stupidity, when on the night air rang
out one awful frightened cry that was
smothered at its birth. Out into the
moonlight I rushed, my brain or fire,
my nerves in a tension of despair for
though I knew not what calamity had
befallen one I loved so well, yet cold
and icy hands were grasping at my
heart, and a hundred mocking, smirk-
ing devils cried : ¢She is ours! She
is ours!”
“Lying like one asleep, the startled
servant and myself found all that re-
mained to me of my bonnie girl ; her
her golden hair unloosened by her fall,
caught the moonbeams in its glorious
caress, and over the pale facein the
cold, calm light fell in heavenly bendic-
tion.
“No marks were there to mar the
beauty of the calm, young face. Hur
riedly we looked about for the un-
known assassin, who coward that he
was, had wrested from me the prize
when I was not by to defend it with
my life. No trace could there be found
but a servant later on informed me that
down the shining gravel walk a cobra
had been seen to glide away.
“Now you know why I hate a night
like this, and now you know why, like
a branded man, I wander o'er the sur-
face of the globe with the mark of Cain
upon my brow.”
We sat along time in silence after
he had gone into the house. At last
in a voice he tried hard to steady, Tom
said :
“Poor old chap, I never knew he
was such a hard drinker—his trouble
must have driven him to it.”
This explanation we tried to accept,
bat in our hearts we knew it was not
drink, but a mystery we could not
solve.— Edith Townsend Everett.
Rt ————————
Couldn’t Place Him.
Remarkable stories are told of the
gift which many public characters have
of remembering the names and faces of
comparatively unimportant persons.
It many be consoling to persons who
lack this pleasant faculty that they
have company. Mr. Joseph Jefferson
bas difficulty in remembering names.
He told this story to a friend :
“I was coming down in the elevator
of the Stock Exchange building, and at
one of the intermediate floors a man
whose face I knew as well as I know
yours got in. He greeted me warmly
at once, said it was a number of years
since we had met, and was very gra-
cious and friendly.
“But I couldn’t place him for the
life of me. I asked him asa sort of a
feeler how he happened to be in New
York. and he answered with a touch of
surprise that he had lived there for sev-
eral years. Finally I told him in an
apologetic way that I couldn’t recall
his name.
‘He looked at me for a moment, and
then he said very quietly that his name
was U. S. Grant.”
“What did you do, Joe ?”’ his friend
asked. :
“Do?” he replied, with a characteris-
tic smile. “Why, I got out at the next
floor for fear I should be fool enough to
ask him if he had ever been in the
war !”— Youth’s Companion.
Opportunity.
Master of human destinies am I.
Fame, love and fortune on my foot-
steps wait.
Cities and fields T walk. I penetrate
Deserts and seas remote. And pass-
ing by
Hovel and mart and palace, soon or
late
I knock unbidden once at every gate
If sleeping wake ; if feasting rise be-
fore
I turn away ; it is the hour of fate.
And those who follow me reach every
state
Morals desire and conquer every
00
Save death ; but those who doubt or
hesitate.
Condemned to failure, penury and
woe,
Seek me in vain, and uselessly im-
plore ;
I answer not. and I return no more.
* * * *
But fail not in this respect :
Seize every opportunity to travel
Over the Chicago, Milwaukee & St.
Paul Railway.
Better and Better.
“Better than grandeur, better than gold,
Better than rank a thousand fold,
Is a healthy body, a mind at ease,
And simply pleasures that always please.”
.To get and keep a healthy body, use
Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery,
a remedy designed to not only cure all
diseases of the throat, lungs and chest,
but keep the body in a thoroughly
healthy condition. Tt eradicates all im-
purities from the blood, and overcomes
Indigestion and Dyspepsia. Blotches,
Pimples and eruptions dissappear, under
its use, and your mind can be ‘‘at ease’
as to your health,
——
Good Cause for Rejoicing.
PrrrsBure, April 11.—The puddling
{ department of Painter's mill, in the
| West End, which was closed down in-
| definitely six weeks ago, resumed oper-
ations tonight, giving employment to
| 176 men. There is great rejoicing in
i that section, as it was reported that the
firm had decided to discontinue the
manufacture of iron.
aa ————— i —
——Rosa Bonheur bas just kept her
' seventieth birthday. She is well and as
busy as ever in her country home.
Net a Happy Lot.
It is said that tall women are admired
little women are beloved. The little
woman knows how to be true, and is us-
‘ually quite content to be small. She
would not grow an inch if she could.
There are times, though, when she
feels like a helpless kitten, or a Lilipu-
tian in a land of Guliivers, At such
times she fails to appreciate her advan-
tage over her big sister ; and the law of
compensation does not compensate,
One of these times is at the theatre,
when there happens to be several extra
large people in front of her. The little
woman leans this way and that,
stretches her neck until it aches, and
sees, perhaps, part of the stage at one
time—never al at once. When the
“bit lady” raiscs her glass, it shows her
first a man’s head and shoulders, then a
bonnet still occupies the fore ground.
She moves, and they move—then she
moves again—and they do, 100. In the
meantime the curtain is going down,and
the little woman at best catches but a
glimpse of the scene. She tries to
think she is enjoying herself, but knows
better.
In church on Easter, Christmas, or
any great day when every pew is crowd-
ed, the little woman cannot see the
choir at all ; and if she has an occasion-
al views of the minister’s forehead and
eyes it is as much as she expects. A
marriage inchurch she witnesses with
her ears, rather than with her eyes. At
a home wedding she is aften kindly al-
loowed to stand where she can see; but
if the tall ones are thoughtless, she can
only imagine how the bride looks dur-
ing the ceremony.
These, however, are only minor trials,
compared with others that beset the
little woman.
How would a big man feel, if sudden-
ly every thing were too high for him to
reach, to heavy for him to lift, too large
or too small for him to wear, if nothing
seem to be in the right place for his con-
venience, or the right size for his use?
Would he think life worth living?
Yet this is about the state of things
with the little woman.
Everything in the home even, seems
to be arranged for the comfort of persons
six feet tall. The closets for instance—
what tales of misery they might tell if
they could speak. Look at this one
It is like all ordinary closets, See how
high that shelf is. None too big for
you? Well, this is the little woman’s
own particular closet, and she must
mount a small stepladder or a chair
when she wants anything from theshelf.
If iv were only a few inches lower she
could reach it easily. The dress hooks
are too high, too, A daughter of the
gods might find them just right, but the
little woman does not. She wishes to
hang up a dress. The shelf and hooks
being just a trifle beyond her reach, it
has never been thought worth while to
provide her with a step ladder and a
chair is troublesome. So, by holding
the dress up at arm’s length and giving
a quick jump, she sometimes manages
to lasso the hook at the frst attempt.
She goes to the coat closet in the hail
to get a water proof; and is happy if
she getsitdown without a shower of
bats, caps and mufflers. If, encouraged
by this success, she tries to fish an um-
brella out of the corner, an overcoat is
sure to give her an embrace of unneces-
sary warmth. The poor little martyr,
with the patient sigh of experience, un-
dertakes to replace ‘the heavy coat.
Once, twice, she dabs it at the far away
hook—very carefully ; once more,—and
she is buried under the things she has
knocked down. Then, indeed, patience
is exhausted. The small creature bangs
the door upon the wreck and relieves
her mind with a vicious “dear |”
Shcpping is anything but a delight
to the little woman. If she looks for
gloves of a certain color or shade she
never finds them in her size. Thesmall
feet grow tired hunting for new shoes ;
and the small woman grows very tired
also telling the dealer, gently but firmly
that a shoe two or three sizes too large
is not what she wants. She tries on
ready made garments, and is lost in
them—a love of a hat, and it slips down
to her ears.
In piano playing the dainty hands of
the little woman never conquer the diffi:
culty of striking the octaves and full
chords. How heavy the cooking un-
tensils are, when she is unexpectedly
called to take Biddy’s place! How
high the strap when she is obliged to
stand in a street car. How deceptive
are the inviting looking chairs and di-
vans that force the wee body to sit up-
right on the edge, or with feet dangling,
if she rests against the back.
It’s all very well for the poet to say
that
‘‘A little woman, though a very little thing,
Is sweeter far than sugar, and flowers that
bloom in the spring.”
Her sweetness does not save her from
intervals of feeling that the little wom-
an’s lot is not a happy one.—Fvung
Woman's Magazine.
——When Mrs. Jefferson Davis was
last in Richmond she looked at several
sites with a view to selecting one for the
monument to her husband to be
erected there by the people of the South.
The one which pleased her best was out-
side of the city limits, near the Soldiers’
Home; but it is ineligibles as the Leg-
islature, in granting a charter to the
monument association prescribed that
the memoriai should be inside of Rich-
mond. Monroe Park, among the fash-
ionable residences, is an other favorite
spol. A third site, which had much to
recommend it sentimentally, butis con-
sidered otherwise disadvantageous, is
beside the house oceupied by Mr. Davis
as a residence during the civil war.
The property now belongs to the city of
Richmond.
NEw WasHINGTON, PENN., PEOPLE
—Are not slow about taking hold of a
new thing. if the article has merit. A
few months ago David Byers, of that
place, bought his first stock of Chamber-
lain’s Cough Remedy. He has sold it
all and ordered more. He says: “It has
given the best of satisfaction, I have
warranted every bottle, and have not
had one come back.” 50 centand $1.00
bottles for sale by F. P. Green, Drug-
gist.
——Corbett advertises himself still by
loud talk about what he can and will
do. But itseems that no matter what
I he can do he cannot shut up.
(“Takes it sell
Giving Reason to an Idiot.
Trephining a Child’s Skull to Let the Brain
Have Room to Expand.
There came to the City Hospital a
oor woman, who told a story pitiful
indeed, says the Cincinnati Commercial
Gazette.
She was the mother of two children,
both girls. One ot these, she said, was
16 years old and the other a little child
of 4 years. The elder daughter had
been a hopeless idiot since child-
hood, and now the terrified mother was
convinced her baby, too, had fallen un-
der the carse.
acted like other children, had never
played or prattled in her infancy. and
now though 4 years old, she could not
speak a word. The mother came to
beg the help and interest of the hospital
authorities, and her pathetic appeal was
not made in vain.
Though it is not the custom of the
hospital to receive cases of idiocy, yet
the peculiar circumstances of this poor
woman's sorrow, and the suspicion that
the case might furnish a remarkable
disclosure in brain affections, induced
officers to promise admittance for the
child. Next day the mother returned
with a hopeful heart. By her side was
her little girl, just toddling out of infan-
cy. Her features were regular, almost
pretty, and her httle figure strong and
well formed. But the sad story of her
life was written plainly in her face. No
intelligence was there; no light in the
eyes ; none of the bright joy of loving,
learning childhood. The little patient
was taken to the surgical ward, and for
the next ten days she was the subject of
the most careful study by the resident
and visiting physicians. It was discov-
ered that the cause of her mental im-
pairment was the premature ossification
of several bones of the skull, thus con-
fining the brain in too small aspaceand
preventing its development. Then the
operation hinted at was determined up-
on, the purpose being simply to remove
a strip of bone from the skall, thus al-
lowing expansion just as one would
shit a tight shoe with his knite to relieve
a tender toot. .
The day was set for the operation ; at
ten o'clock the room was fillad with
watchirg physicians. The child knew
not the agony of fear. She was as un-
conscious of the meaning of the strange
faces about her and the sharp instru-
ments of the surgeon as the lamb led to
slangbter. Even idiocy has its conupen-
sations.
A long narrow table was placed in a
convenient light and the child carefully
laid upon it. = After the mother had giv-
en her parting kiss chloroform was ad-
ministered, and it was not long until
all consciousness of pain had vanished.
Then the curious doctors gathered
‘round to view the bold precedure.
The scalp was carefully shaved and
thoroughly cleansed with alcohol and
bichloride of mercury solution. The
newly sharpened scalpel was then ap-
plied, and an incision was made clear
down to the bone, extending from near
the root of the nose directly backward
over the top of the head for a distance of
five inches. The edge of the wound
were gently held back by retractors so
as to expose a large area of the skull.
Now the trephine, an instrament resem-
bling a gimlet, was put to work in one
end of this incision and a circular piece
of bone the size of dime was removed,
exposing the transparent covering of the
pulsating brain. Now a pair ot cutting
pliers were inserted in this opening and
the bone chipped off in pieces until an
area five inches long and half an inch
wide had been removed. This part of the
operation was done with the utmost care
for the delicate and important structure
in so close proximity might have been
wounded by the slightest slip of the in-
strument. Alter the wound had been
thoroughly bathed in astream of clear,
warm water the edges were brought
neatly together by fine silk stitches and
the whole well covered and protected
by cotton and bandage. The child was
then carried back to the ward and in the
course of an hour rallied from the effects
of the chloroform and displayed nv un-
toward symptoms.
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ize our advertised druggist to sell Dr.
King’s New Discovery for Consumption
Coughs and Colds, upon this condition.
If you are afflicted with a Cough, Cold
or any Lung, Throat or Chest trouble,
and will use- this remedy as directed,
givingit a fair trial, and experience no
benefit, you may return the bottle and
have your money refunded. We cou d
not make this offer did we not knolw
that Dr. King’s New Discovery could
be relied on. It never disappoints. Trial
bottle’s free at Parrish’s Drug Store.
Large size 50c* and $1.00.
Excursion CLUB To ATTEND THE
WORLD'S FAIR.--If you have any de-
sire to visit the Werld’s Fair at Chicago
bear in mind that the United World's
Fair Excursion Co. isa sound organi-
zation, with ample capital to fulfill their
promises. The company sells tickets on
the installment plan, Apply to A. H.
Roby Sect. 403 Exchange Building Bos-
ton.
——1It is not what its proprietors say,
but what Hood’s Sarsaparilla does, that
, and wins the confidence
of the people.
——A good tonic for the hair is of
salt water, a teaspoonful of salt to a half
pint of water, applied to the hair two or
three times a week. The effect at the
end of the month will be surprising.
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The World of Women.
Lady Henry Sumerset sailed for Eng-
land yesterday. She took away with
her favorable impressions of America
and one of its cosiet rocking chairs.
Silk scarfs are much worn around the
neck. Soft filmy silk, some wi
fringe. They are usually tied in a large.
bow in front, though some ladies wind
them loosely about the neck.
A deligLttul custom is to exchange
as Easter gifts a potted plant that wil]
not alone be a delight the day itis given
but will shed a fragrant reminder of the
The lists one bad never | iver for many long days to come.
The woman of taste eschews any-
thing gaudy in the bandkerchief line
and selects the fine hand woven squares
of white linen with narrow hemstitched.
border and a monogram or initial
worked in the most elegant . manner on
the sheer material. ;
Young girls are wearing ribbon coro-
nets for evening dress. Simple ones
can be made at home by getting a wire
frame and cover with “twisted ribbon.
In front the ribbon is so fashioned as to
look like a butterfly. A pretty one is.
black ribbon twisted with gold wire and
three small gilt butterfiies in front.
The Queen Anne shoe, with the long
instep flap and glittering buckle, is ga
very fashionable model designed to be
worn with tea gowns and other dressy
home toilets. However, the low-cut
shoes and sandals of plain black undress.
ed kid simply wrought with jet beads
are much more graceful and becoming,
American women are well-known
enthusiasts in the cause of temperance.
One of the most zealous workers devotes
an immense vineyard, her time and
means, to the production of an unfer-
mented wine, which she uses her infiu-
ence to have accepted for the Commun-
ion table in place of an alcoholic liquor.
Mrs. Cleveland’s favorite fiower is
the pansy, and its delicate fragrance was
always perceptible about the White
House during her husband’s adminis-
tration. Mrs. Harrison has a passion
for orchids and has them in the rooms
of the Executive Mansion. The White
House conservatory contains over 150
varieties of the orchid—about 5000
plants in all.
Several girl students at Cornell are
taking the course in agriculture. To
make it popular, this course is free, and,
as it includes sciences and modern lan-
guages, the reason why the girls patron-
ize it is evident, but it is to be hoped
their study will arouse in them an en-
thusiasm for the happiest, healthiest of
all professions or vocations, that of the.
farmer. Ono Cornell girl is studying
veterinary surgery.
A pretty gown which was worn on
Easter Sunday, was of mignonette green
cloth, trimmed with velvet of a darker
shade. The bell skirt was prettily
ornamented with nanon bands of jet
running down each seam, and there was
a good deal of jet on the bodice. A
large picture hat ot green velvet, with
knots of cream guipure lace under
which were small clusters of violets,
completed this stylish costume.
Fancy runs riot in the manufacture of
shirt waists. They are trimmed with
lace jabots anc chiffon frills. They
have tucks and plaitings. But they are
always pretty. One in blue surah, seen
lately, was extremely fetching. There
was a deep turn over collar, high sleeves
and a broad girdle of folds. Down the
front and about the collar ran a ruffle of
Point d’Irlande lace, with loops of nar-
row ribbon. Another waist of pink silk
*| has a zouave jacket front opening over
a vest of full ruffles of cream lace.
“The Postman’ makes a pretty trav-
eling suit. Tt isof Federal blue cloth,
bound with black and the jacket opens
over a red silk blouse. The skirt of
this suit is called the “Cyrille” that be-.
ing the name of a new kind of skirt in-
vented and patented by a New York
woman. It is whole in the back and
opens on the sides, the openings being:
finished sous to resemble pockets. It
seems as though this ought to prove a.
boon to woman kind who are continual-
ly in agony for fear their tight skirts
will open when they sit down.
Outing suits will be more worn this
year than last, being at the same time
extremely comfortably and also appro-
priate for almost every occasion during
the warm weather. The Margate is
the name of the jacket worn at present,
but in reality it differs very little from
the reefer, except, perhaps, that it is not.
quite so straight: A lovely outing suit
of fine, white Bedford cord, the jacket
lined with brocaded, has a pale yellow
surah blouse and elaborate ‘beau catch-
ers” of yellow ribbon, which encircle
the arm holes and fall gracefully behind
in large loops and ends.
The sudden arrival of warm weather
has made us more courageous about ap-
pearing rather sooner than usual in our
new spring clothes, as will be observed
in a leisurely walk down Chestnut
street. I followed for quite a distance
the other day a tall woman, dressed in a
Russian gown of prune-colored ladies
cloth trimmed with embroidered bands
around the bottom of the skirt, neck and
sleeve, and the rather loosely-fitting
peasant’s waist confined by an embroid-
ered belt. Thisstyle of costume will be
very popular the coming Summer and
all the thicker wash goods will be made
this way as they are found to be so cool
and so easily laundried. I was also told
by one who knows that the old-fash-
ioned plain brown linen is to be revived
again and made up in the Russian or
mujik style.
Tne jabots and plastrons with which
to brighten up dull gowns or add a new
beauty to fresh ones continue to be as.
pretty and expensive as ever. Still they
are easily made, and, therefore, within
the reach of all. A pretty vest with
which to enliven a black silk is made of
red crepe de chine. A piece long
enouh to reach from the neck to the
waist is gathered on a thin foundation
and curved to fit the dress at the throat.
It is also gathered at the waist line, but
more closely, to give a tapering effect.
A fine plaiting of the crepe forms a ja-
bot down the middle of the front. A
hand to fit the neck, trimmed with
leather stitching and a fine plaiting,
forms a collar and cuffs to match com-
plete the pretty addition to the toilet.
A jabot of chiffon, or of less perishing
thin China silk, has a big, loose bow
knot at the top, from which the full
ruffles hang gracefully. This is fasten-
ed at the throat with tiny pins.
th deep.
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