Bellefonte, Pa., April 29, 1892,
THE LITTLE TUNKER BONNET.
A maiden came driving a sleek black mare
Into the town, into the town ; y
And tae light wind lifted her raven hair
In innocent ringlets hanging down
To the neck of her fleecy, lead- colored gown,
From under the puckered, silken crown
Of her little Tunker bonnet.
She’d a red-nose lip and an eye of brown,
And dimples rare,and dimples rare ;
But the lassies laughed as she rode in town,
For the graceful gown that she wore with
care
Had never a flounce upon it :
And they made remarks on her rusticair,
And wondered what country hulk would dare
Make love to that “queer old bonnet.”
0, merry town girls, you do not know,
Acres are wide, acres are wide :
And wheat and corn fields lying a-row
Are the Tunker’s wealth and the Tunker’s
“pride:
And the farm and the houses on it.
The cow for milk and the horse to ride,
The gift and dower for the bonny bride
That weareth the Tunker bonnet.
Butgthe merchant beau in the dry-goods store
elcomed her in, welcomed her in ;
. And the sweet little tace with smiles ran o'er
As the cunning purse of crocodile skin,
With the clicking clasp upon it. :
She drew at each purchase, and from within
Coaxed arguments that were there to win
Sure grace for the Tunker bonnet.
Then she mounted her buggy and drove away
Through meadows sweet, through meadows
sweet
Where her graybeard father raked the hay
By the Tunker Church where the turnpikes
meet
The church with no steeple on it. :
Said the merchant, musing, “Her style is
neat.
I'll join the Tunkers; raise beard and wheat,
Ana win that little bonnet.”
B. S Parker.
TTT
A PECULIAR GIRL.
BY MRS. WILLIAM WINTER.
Rachel Lander began life by being
peculiar, Instead of the customary
and orthodox yell with which the
youthful inhabitants of this planet greet
their first sight of it, Racbel remained
perfectly quiet, only looking up into
the nurse’s face with a calm and ques.
tioning gaze, which greatly disconcert-
ed that experienced matron—or, to
quote her own words, causing her to
be ‘so all struck of a heap, it was a
blessed miracle she didn’t dropped the
uncanny httle thing then an’ there, an’
s0 stopped her from any chance of mak-
ing any noise in the world, either then
or thereafter.”
Bat the baby thrived, and as her
young life advanced from weeks to
months, and from months to years, she
managed to keep up her reputation, so
early begun, of being unlike other chil-
dren. Of course, she heard a great
deal ot this “peculiar” way of hers, and
she liked being made the subject of
wondering remarks and admiration—
though, perhaps, that was not peculiar.
Anyhow she soon became imbued with
the idea that everything that happened
to her was special and unusual, and
though naturally warm-hearted, and
not more selfish than the general run
of her sex and age, she certainly devel-
oped a remarkable amount of egotism.
At eighteen she fell in love, quite
convinced that, though other girls
might have imagined themselves in
love before her time, there had never
really been anyone who thoroughly un-
derstood the heights and depths of that
passion till it was exemplified in her.
George Murray encouraged herin that
belief, and declared that he responded
to it with fervor and intensity which
could only be experienced in the un-!
known recesses of the male heart.
There was soon an almost bitter
feeling of rivalry between the lovers as
to which of them loved the more, and
while this feeling was at the height,
Amy Rivers came home from boarding
school.
Amy was the kind of girl men go
mad about. She was small and elen-
der, with dainty hands, and feet of
diminutive size, and a heart of similar
dimensions. She had a mass of fluffy
blonde hair, a complexion of lillies
and roses, and great china-blue eyes,
very soft and dewy, and shaded by long
silky lashes, that gave them an ex
pression of deep feeling, such as their
owner had never experienced in all her
shallow life. For the rest, she had
great taste in the adornment of her
charming person, and her maid faith-
fully carried out her best ideas.
Miss Amy Rivers very speedily set-
tled the curious rivalry that had “exist-
ed between the lovers. She had not
been home a week when George Mur-
ray ceased protesting the superior
depth of his attachment to Rachel.
By the end of the second week he nev-
er spoke of his love at all, and looked
bored when his fiancee spoke of hers.
By the end of the third week he had
almost ceased visiting Rachel, and
then only on compulsion ; and by the
end of the fourth week the whole town
was talking of his elopement with
Amy Rivers, and wondering if Rachel
Landor—who had fallen like one dead
when she learned of it—would ever
rise from the bed on which they laid
her. But Rachel didn’t die. As she
said, that would have been too simple;
and, being peculiar, she had to live
for something much harder to bear.
Poor girl! It was really a great grief,
and her suffering was acute ; but, after
her custom, she made it worse.
There had never been so great a
wrcng committed against auy woman,
and none other had ever felt such so
deeply. *
Having said that, she closed her
lips on the subject.
Year after year went by, and many
people had forgotten Rachel Laador;
and those who knew her, sometimes
failed to recognized the worn, haggard
woman of twenty five, who certainly
looked ten years older, and when peo-
ple spoke of her, it was either with
pity or contempt.
“Such a wasted life!—an only child,
worshipped by her parents who were
dying of grief for her selfish grief—a
rich woman, too, who might be doing
80 much good with her hoarded wealth
—and all about a man who had jilted
her! It was wicked and shameful,”
said her critics; and likely enough
they were right.
But Rachel did not hear them; and
if she had, she would not have cared,
for in her own way her life was - order-
ed carefully and methodically and her
money was not hoarded or wasted;
but, being peculiar, as usual, she chose
to live in her own way, and to do that
which she felt she c-uld do, in the
manner that best suited her.
The poor, the sick and the suffering
knew her well. They did not think
her life a wasted one. What this poor,
embittered, disappointed woman felt in
the silent depths of her own reticent,
intense nature, she hardly knew her-
self; for she shrank from formulating
her own thoughts even to her own
mind, but occasionally something in
the outside world seemed to shape
them for her. As, for instance, one
morning when she suddenly found her-
self gazing at an old woman whom she
met in her morning |walk—a wretched
woman, her face seamed with wrinkles
her hair an unkempt frowze of gray,
straggling locks, her clothes tattered
and torn, though well hidden by an old
black shawl that draped her head and
fell about her—a most unlovely
sight in the morning for an early cold
March day.
“Shall I ever look like that?”
thought Rachel. “Old, withered,
broken-hearted — poor old woman!
Perhaps if I could know her story I
should learn that some man jilted her
in the sweet springtime of long ago.
Being a poor gentle feminine, she did
not die, though her heart broke, and as
the burden of life grew too heavy to
bear, she began to drink—at first to
forget, and then to keep warm.”
The tears that seldom rose to Rach-
el’s eyes for her own woes, overflowed
for the imagined sorrow of this for-
lotn old wreck of humanity. The wo-
man wag quick to see, and instantly
stretched forth an imploring hand, in
which Rachel placed a liberal dona-
tion.
It was this incident that paved the
way for an unexpected but far more
important encounter. As Rachel,
walking quickly, amd with eyes still
wet with tears, and a heart wildly
throbbing with newly quickened feel
ing, turn the corner of the street, she
rushed directly into the arms of a
young man who was coming toward
her. He was pale and wan, he stoop-
ed under the weight of that experience
that is more aging than years, but
Rachel knew him in an instant, and as
his arms involuntarily closed about
her and held her for one moment to
his breast, she cried out, as if he had
thrust a dagger 1n her :
“George—George Murray !”’
“Rachel,” he said, softly, “forgive
me. I did not mean to touch you. It
was so sudden—"’
“Yes, yes, I know.
I didn’t see you.
And she wrenched herself from his
hold, it was, indeed, from his embrace,
for he clung to her as if he could not
again let her go. But seeing her face,
which grew like marble at the sight of
him, his arms dropped away from her.
“Oh, can you forgive me?” he cried.
“It was all a wild delirium—a mad-
ness! I never loved but you! Can
you not forgive me—can you not even
try to forgive me?”
“I cannot even try,” she said, and
her voice was like the knell of hope;
and, with a gesture of unspeakable
contempt. she waved him aside, and
passed on. How she reach home
Rachel Landor never knew ; but some
hours later she was aware that she was
in her own room, the door locked, and
all the world shut out.
How long she had been there she
didn’t know, but she remembered that
when she came in she had sunk upon
the sofa half fainting; but now her
heart was beating wildly and every
pulse thrilled as if with some new life
—a feverish, delirious ecstasy such as
she had never known before. She
glanced up and saw the reflection of
herself in the long mirror opposite, and
wondering, doubting her own eyes, she
rose, went over close to the looking-
glass and stared.
Was that that Rachel, that radiant
vision of brilliant gracious woman-
hood ? The years seemed to have roll-
ed back, she looked ten years :younger
than she had looked when she went
out that morning. A joyous excite-
ment glowed in her great, deep, dark
eyes, her cheeks and lips were flushed
with the blush of the hue of the rose,
the mass of dark brown hair, ueually
worn in a tight knot at the back of her
head, had slipped from its fastening
and fell in a disheveled, waving, glossy
mass about her neck and shoulders,
reaching to her waist, her tall slender
figure i: its unconscious poise of ‘tri-
umph, had all the lissome grace of
buoyant girlhood.
“Can it be I?” she murmured won-
deringly. “Yes, it is, indeed, I and I
am beautiful. Ah! my day has come
—the day I never even dared to hope
for! He loves me, and I am a thous-
and times more beautiful thaa that
ale doll that took him from me! And
he—he loves me | My hour has come !
I
It was my fault
It is just and I will use my power.
will be revenged—revenged !”’
And, like the poor old Lear, Rachel
determined that her revenge should be
the terror of the earth—a revenge uni-
que, unusual, peculiar, like herself.
From that day Rachel Landor re
turned to society, She soon learned
what had been accostumed to
gossip of the town, she
would have known months ago—that
Murray had returned a broken hearted,
ruined man, bitterly disappointed in
the wite who had squandered his for-
tune in their brief married life, leaving
him not even the memory of her love
when he laid ber in her grave, her
shallow, frivolous heart forever stilled,
and his life embittered with the min-
gled poison of self-contempt aud re-
morse.
It was very soon as plain to all who
saw him as it was to Rachel, that his
love had returned to its first object
with a passionate intensity such as he
had never before known himself capa-
ble of ; and indeed, he only seemed to
live 1n her presence, seeking her when-
ever she could be found, following her
every movement with adoring eyes,
breathing almost, to the sound of her
voice. But he never put his love into
words, he scarcely dared to speak to
her at all, content if he might only
gaze on her when she moved.
How Rachel felt about this si-
lent worship none could tell—in some
ways she was more peculiar that ever
but it looked at times, as if she chafed
under it,
One night Rachel Landon missed the
figure of George Murray from a large
arty, at which she was, as usual, the
brillant and beautiful - attraction. As
hour after hour went by, and still he
came not, she was uneasy, the people
soon bored her. Presently she could
endure the crowd no longer, and, with
a strange, uneasy tremor, she withdrew
quietly, ordered her carriage, and was
driven home. The same thing hap-
ened the next night, and the next.
ba the fourth night she had grown
haggard with disappointment and—
rage, she said to herself. But present-
ly she overheard a remark dropped in
a whisper :
“George Murray is ill—dying. The
doctor gives no hope.”
And at these words the very beating
of her heart seemed to stop.
“ILY ‘Dying!’ ” she repeated, in a
sharp agonized whisper. ‘Impossible!
He must not be ill! He dare not
die!”
Her vengeance was not yet complete,
that revenge for which she lived—on
which she lived, her very life itself!
She fled from the place, and hiding
herself within her carriage, bade the
coachman to drive to the home of
George Murray. She soon found that
his condition had not been exaggerat-
ed. A violentand deadly form of ty-
phoid had stricken him, and he was
already ravingin delirium. The phy-
sician made no pretence of hope. He
told Rachel plainly that in all human
probability her friend was doomed.
“There is but the shadow of a
chance in a hundred that he may live.
“But, doctor we will take that one
shadowy chance, and let the other
ninety-nine go,” said Rachel.
Doctor Frank looked at her, but said
nothing; he didn’t understand her.
Like every one else in the place, he
knew Rachel’s story, and he asked
himself; Could it be possible, after all,
that she loved this man who had jilted
her and broken her heart? Her face
told him nothing. She was very pale,
and her eyes glowed like live coals—
but their meaning was a mystery. to
him.
On the following morning Rachel
took her place in Murray’s room. A
capable nurse was already there, and
beinga woman, perbaps she under-
stood Rachel better than a doctor, any-
way she made no objection to her pres-
ence, and if she had, it would not have
made much difference. Miss Landor
was accustomed to having her own
way.
The days went by and grew into
weeks, and they were slow and tedious
to nurse and physicially, as such days
were won't to be, for they began now
to count the hour till George Murray’s
breathing should cease—that breath-
ing that was often so faint that more
than once it seemed to have ceased en-
tirely. But Rachel kept no reckoning
of time.
One day in the early summer the
windows were open, for it was very
warm and the odorous breath of roses
and hunysuckle and the purple clema-
tis filled the room with perfume. The
sick man lay asleep, white as the tall
lillies in the window.
“He will never come out of this
sleep,” said the nurse in a hushed
voice.
Rachel drew a long breath, and took
the wasted hand in both her own and
held it close, while her very soul seem-
ed to pass into that touch. She bent
over him almost as pale as himseif, on-
ly that her cheeks bnrned and her
ges were fixed on his face with a look
that seemed to bathe him in the glow
and fervor of their light. She did not
speak, and her gaze never left him.
Hours passed. The hand she held lost
its deathly chill, and grew warm and
moist, a faint dewy moisture was on
the brow and temples, and the breath-
ing grew gironger, longerand steadier.
It was evening when the sleeper stir-
red slightly, slowly unclosed his eyes
and smiled, as he looked up and re-
cognized Rachel. It was a week later
and she again beside him, while Doe-
tor Frank and the nurse spoke of him
in the nextroom, comparing notes as
to his strange and unexpected recovery.
“They say you have saved me,
Rachel,” he said, in a voice still faint
and low,
“Yes, I could not let you go,
George.”
“And what are you going to do with
me?’ :
“I am going to be revenged on you,’
“Ah! But how, dear?”
“I am going to marry you—"
“Rachel! Do yon mean you have
forgiven me?”
“Yes, dear, I'm afraid so,” murmur-
ed Rachel. “You know George, that
I was always very peculiar.”
She bent down and pressed a long,
lingering kiss upon his trembling lips.
Benevolent Lady—Little boy, here
is another temperance tract I wish you
would give to your father.
Street Gamin—Me dad ain’t drinkin’
now. He's swore off.
Benevolent Lady (ecstatically)—Did
he read the last tract I gave you?
Gamin—Nope. He's trainin’ fur a
prize fight.
Willie—“Pa, why do they call the
devil Satan ?”
Pa—“Oh, that’s an old Nick name,
my son”,
——There is poor Robison--hasn’t a
place to sleep.
What, Robison ?
Yep.
He has a home.
Yes—and twins two weeks old.
The Platform.
Urged.
The following is the platform adopted
by the late Democratic State conven-
tion : : :
We the Democracy of Pennsylvania,
in convention assembled, join with our
political associates of other States in the
efforts to restore the control of the exe-
cutive branch of -the Federal govern-
ment to the party of the people. We
pledge anew our fealty to the principles
first declared by the illustrious men
who founded our free institutions and
established the Democratic party to pro-
tect and preserve them.
We believe in the doctrines which
have been taught and the practices
which have been enforced in the admin-
istration of government by Thomas
Jefferson and Andrew Jackson, by.
Samuel J. Tilden and Grover Cleve-
land.
We believe in, and we declare for,
honest and economical administration ;
for honest money ; for local self-govern-
ment ; the gold and silver coinage of
the constitution, and for a currency con-
vertible with such coiuage without loss,
for that genuine civil service reform
which recognizes public office as a pub-
lic trust ; for liberal but not reckless
pensions, and tor the speedy abatement
of all forms of needless and oppressive
taxation.
With special relation to the. pending
political conditions in the country and
commonwealth, resolve and declare:
1. That the paramount reform now
demanded of the Federal legislature is
the reform of the tariff laws upon the
basis of the Democratic national plat-
form of 1888, to the end that no money
shall be needlessly exacted from the in-
dustries and necessities of the people,
and that our industrial interests shall not
be prejudiced by excessive taxation,
false systems of finance, or extravagant
cost of production. To this end the
McKinley tariff bill should be repealed,
the essential, raw materials of American
manufactures should be put on the free
list, and a revised tariff should be adopt-
ed, with dueregard for the rights of
American labor and the preservation of
our manufactures.
2. That, consistent with this issue
and with this demand, the sentiment of
the Pennsylvania Democrats is over-
wheimingly for the renomination to the
presidency of the man who gave to his
party intellectual and political leader-
ship, and to the country a pure and ele-
vated administration. We declare our
conviction that the best interests of the
party and of the country demand the
nomination and election of Grover
Cleveland as president, and we are con-
fident that under his leadership the
principles of Democracy will win a
glorious vietory, and, to the end that
the vote and influence of Pennsylvania
may be most effectually heard and felt,
the delegates this day chosen are direct-
ed to act as a unit in all matters entrust-
ed to their charge, said action to be de-
termined by the vote of the majority of
the delegates.
3. That the honest, courageous and
efficient administration of Robert E.
Pattison, governor of Pennsylvania,
merits the approval and confidence of
the people of the commonwealth, and
has the hearty commendation of the
party whose standard he twice carried
to victory; that hic efforts to enforce the
constitution and laws are praiseworthy
and patriotic, and have our unqualified
approval.
4. That the action of the Republi-
can State senate in evading the duty of
pronouncing judgment upon faithless
State officials was a cowardly subter-
fuge and disgraceful violation of public
duty.
5. That, in accordance with the re-
commendation of the national Demo-
cratic committee, the Democratic State,
county and city committees are advised
and directed to further by every means
in their power the organizing of regu-
lar Democratic societies in every district
and the union of such societies in the
Democratic Society of Pennsylvania
and the National Association of “Demo-
cratic Clubs.
Resolved, That we cordially approve
the action of the Democratic State cen-
tral committee in selecting Wm. F.
Harnty to fill the vacancy in the Demo-
cratic national committee, caused by the
death of the late Wm. D. Scott, and
we hereby declare Mr. Harrity to be the
choice of the Democracy of Pennsylva-
nia for the full term of membership of
the Democratic national committee
which begins in June next.
Resolved, That the Damocratic State
central committee of Pennsylvania is
hereby authorized to fill any and all va-
cancies that may occur after the ad-
journment of the convention in the
position of candidate for judge of the su-
preme court, of candidate for congress-
man-at-large, of candidate for presiden-
tial elector-at-large or of delegate-at-
large to the Democratic national con-
vention; by the nomination or election
of suitable persons to fill such vacancies;
provided, that should any vacancy in
the position of delegate-at large occur
on or after June the 1st, 1892, then
such vacancy shall be filled by the re-
maining delegates-at-large.
Resolved, That the delegates of this
State conqeution from their several con-
gressional districts be authorized to fill
any vacancy that may occur in the
position of district candidate for presi-
deutial elector or ot delegates to the na-
tional convention.
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Economy in Government and Tariff Reform
Leprosy in Colmobia.
Terrible Ravages of the Disease in the South
American Republic.
Great indignation has been excited in
Panama by the report that it 1s the in-
tention of the National Government t,
erecta leper lazaretto on the island of
Coiba, one of Colombia’s most beautiful
and valuable islands. = Aside from the
fact that this selection is lit{le short of
an outrage on the inhabitants of Vera-
guas end Chiriqui, off the coast of which
provinces it lies, not more than five
leagues distant, it seems to have been
overlooked that to get the vast majority
of the lepers to. that island it would be
necessary to convey them over the Pan-
ama Railroad, which is an international
means of transit. This surelv could not
be tolerated, and undoubtedly, on more
mature deliberation, some site on the
Caribbean coast will be selected.
The question of the spread of leprosy
in Colombia and the best means to be
adopted for checking it bas for some
time been occupying the aitention of
the Government, and towards the close
of 1890 a bill was laid before Congress
for the appropriation of $50,000 for the
construction of nalional lazarettos, the
two State institutions of Cundinamarca
and Santander being wholly inadequate
to accommodate even a reasonable per-
centage of the sufferers.
Heretofore there has been no attempt
at isolation of the disease, with the frigh-
ful result that it is rapidly spreading
throughout the country in” the higher
climatic zones favorable for its propa-
gation. That the disease should have of
late years assumed an alarming phase is
not, therefore to be wondered at,
Leprosy is not indigenous to the Re-
public of Colombia, it having been first
noted in 1646, when a Spanish priest of
Bogota died of it. He, it was clearly
proved, had brought the affection from
the mother country. During the 200
years following the insidious contagion
spread slowly but surely, but during
the last fifty years, and more especially
since 1864, the increase has been very
rapid, until to-day it presents one of the
most alarming problems with which the
National Government has to contend.
Almost every district in the Republic
is said to be more or less infected, but
the estimates as to the probable actual
number of cases are so conflicting that it
1s not easy to form anything like a sat-
isfactory conclusion on the subject. It
is, however, acknowledged that the De-
partments of Santander and Boyaca are
the principal scenes of the disease’s ray-
ages, and next to these are Cundina-
marca, Tolima and Antioquia.
The number of cases in the first two
named departments is variously estimat-
ed at between 30,000 and 100,000, and
in Cundinamarca, where a-more accur-
ate estimate is capable of being made, it
is stated there are 4,000 cases, and in
Antioquia between 800 and 1,000.
A more conservative authority places
the total number of patients throughout
the Republic at about 20,000 but adds
“there are probably more.” Local con-
ditions, however, render it so difficult to
arrive at anything like an accurate esti-
mate, that the actual condition must for
ihe present remain a matter of conjec-
ure
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In the Lake regions of Wisconsin.
Northern Michigan, Minnesoto, Iowa
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Waukesha, Wis. Spirit Lake, Iowa.
Palmyra, Wie. Frontenac, Minn.
Tomahawk Lakes, Lake Minnetonka.
Wis. Minn.
Lakeside, Wis. Ortonville, Minn.
Kilbourn City, Wis Prior Lake, Minn.
(Dells of the Wis- White Bear Lake,
consin.) Minn.
Beaver Dum, Wis. Lake Madison,
Madison, Wis, So. Dakota,
Delavan, Wis. Big Stone Lake, So.
Sparta, Wis. Dakota.
Pewaukee, Wis Elkhart Lake, Wis
Wausaukee, Wis. Ontonagon, Mich.
Marquette, Mich, Mackinaw, Mich.
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Onward to the North Pole.
Dr. Trity of Nansen, who is known
from having traversed Greenland from
east to west, is of the opinion that all
the expeditions which have hitherto
gone out to find the north pole have
gone the wrong way. The pole can on-
ly be appreached from Asia, he thinks.
Some objecis - found on the coast of
Greenland cannot have come from parts
south of that country, but only from the
north. Itis concluded that they have
most likely been carried there by a cur-
rent running from the northern coasts of
Siberia across, or around the pole to-
ward Greenland. Dr. Nansen proposes
to go to the moutks of the river Yenisei
either around the North Cape of Nor-
way and the coast ot Russia or through
Bering’s Strait all along the nothern
coast of Siberia. Should he find the
current which he expects to discover he
will steam along it toward the pole.
His steamer holds about two hundred
and fifty tons and is built so that pres-
sure from the bottom must lift it out of
the water before it can be crushed by
ice. He will take a crew of twelve men
and provisions for six years. The en-
gine also produces electric light, A
balloon and gas to fill it will be taken.
Tents will be taken for expeditions that
may become necessary, also sleighs and
and boats.
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many pets.
He (tenderly)——Am I one of them ?
She--Yes. You are my pet aversion.
have a great
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Snowflakes of white appear upon navy
blue crepon.
Clean piano keys with a soft dip-
ped in alcohol. Er
For evening wear black grenadine
with moire stripes will be very popular,
New black silk muslins are very pret.
ty with all over patterns in 'broche.
figure.
Enormous bishop sleeves of white silk
muslin will become a feature of the sum-
mer gown.
The freshman class “of Vassar have
chosen pink for their class color, and
the sweet pea for the flower.
Pale pink is the foundation for a love-.
ly dress of dotted Swiss, which is lavish.
ly strewn with moss rosebuds,
Miss Cynthia Bates, a business woman
of Boston, is building a house in Sharon,
where she is to make a home for littie .
waifs.
Rich brocaded and printed goods, cot-
ton and linen cheviots and white, gray
and buff Marsellies will be largely used
for vests.
The new silks for spring dresses are
either very finely ribbed or else plain or
shot, but with streaks of some bright
color at wide intervals.
Edna Dean Proctor, the Boston poet-
ess, is a charming woman, just past mid-
dle life, with gray hair and a soft voice.
She does but little literary work nowa-
days.
Young girls’ graduating dresses will
be made of white wool crepon, crepe de
chine or china silk. A sash of white
moire or a corselet of lace will be used
to complete the costume.
Among’the early novelties is a pecu-
liar looking material, a sort of crepon,
called crocodile weave. It is heavier
and thicker than the plain crepon, and
so better suited to making the plain, un-
draped gowns now worn,
The cambric sateen and chambray
shirts waists are almost as pretty as the-
more elaborate silk ones. Many of
them are made with narrow pleats, some
have a full ruffle down the front, and
all have the sailor-collar and deep cuffs.
A plain gray skirt was made with an
Eton jacket and a white skirt with blue-
spots. A short gray sash, tied at the
left side, finished off this coquettish dress
at the waist. The Eton jacket came
down in a point at the back, like a
page’s.
The ribbon streamers have a strong
rival for the popular vote in the Ameri-
can Beauty roses that nod saucily from
every other hat you meet. Like the
floating silken ends, they will too soon
become common as cheap imitations
are sold at twelve cents a rose and bud ..
Some of the evening blouses were very
pretty, especially one in surah of a pale
reseda shade, the high collar being turn-
ed back in little points, showing a jew-
eled trimming. The fronts were full
over a tight fitting lining, and each fold
of the surah sash was held down with a
line of jeweled trimming.
At a recent golden wedding the color
scheme of yellow beautifully carried out
with primroses and daffodils included
the boxes of cake sent to absent friends.
These were covered with gold-colored
satin paper and were tied with gold rib-
bon, bearing on the top the dates 1842-
1892 in heavy gold letters.
The importation of shot silk parasols
is very large this season, These and
those of figured changeable silk simply
finished with gathered pinked frills of
the same or with tape fringe will be
generally carried, except for dress occa-
sions, when those of chiffon and other
fancy materials will be used.
A modish and popular combination
is gray with pale yellow or cream. A
fashionable costume of the combination
is of gray cloth, with vest girdle and
broad bias band about the skirt of cream
white cloth bordered on either side with
an applique of gold and silver galloon
dotted with small steel and pearl nail
heads.
Another pretty dress was in fawa col-
ored cloth, closing up the left side of the
skirt, the edge being bordered with a
cord. The skirt was on the cross, and
was waved to and fro up oneside, which
like all the dresses had the orthodox
short train. The bodice was fulled into
a pointed corselet of the embroidery
known as tapesrry, in pale and pretty
tints, and the sleeves ended in long,
tight cuffs of the same.
Streamers are becoming more and
more audacious. There is positively no
limit to their effrontery. They are
longer it made merely of ribbon ; if of
chiffon or crepe, wider. One black hat
that I saw had a streamer of yellow
crepon, very long, and a half a yard
wide. It was edged on the sides and
bottom by a wide, fine plaiting of the
same material. A woman would need
considerable courage to promenade in
such a headgear as that.
You would have fallen deeply in love,
as we did, with a jacket in drab cloth,
made with a Watteau pleat at the back
separate and distinct from the body of
the coat, and giving a very pretty effect
to the line of the waist. The front was
wade with revers very wide on the
shoulders, and narrow at the waist. A
frill of wide black lace passed round un-
der the collar and over the shoulders,
partly covering the revers, and giving
that fussy look thatis now imperative
about the neck.
Of the spring novelties, one was a
skirt of dark blue serge, with a seam
down the front, bordered with an inch
wide band of jet, dividing into two
somewhere about the knee, and leaving
a small interval between. The jet
formed a point up the front of the bodice
over fulled plush velvet of the palest
green. A similar point appeared to
bring up the skirt over the bodice at the
back. The plush velvet sleeves were
full above the elbows, but tight and
covered with jet below them. The high
collar was trimmed with bands of jet,
and the skirt was bordered with the
same. I have called the material of the
bodice ‘‘plush velvet” because I know
no better name. It looked like a mix-
ture of the two, being very soft and
sheeny.