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Bellefonte, Pa., May 20, 1892.
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OVER THE BALUSFERS.
Over the balusters bends a face
Darlingly sweet and beguiling;
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture smiling.
Tired and sleepy, with drooping head,
I wonder why she lingers,
And when the d nights" are said,
+ Why somebody holds her fingers—
Holds her fingers and draws her down,
Suddenly growing holder.
Till her loose hair drops in masses brown,
Like a mantle, over his shoulder.
Over the balusters soft hands fair
Brush his cheeks like a feather;
Bright brown tresses and dusky hair.
eet and mingle together.
There's a question asked, there’s a swift
caress, : .
She has flown like a bird from the hsll
way ;
Bat id the balusters drops a “Yes”
That shall brighten the world for him
always.
— College Song.
A DEED,
Mortals have all one ending Death !
It doth define the limit of their lives,
And knowing this the careless multitude,
With swelling ranks drift onward— -
Onward, with a ceaseless and continuous roar,
To that great Sea that washes every shore
Within the universe.
But fighting, struggling on the road of life,
Perchance some poor and wearied form,
Fired with the enthusiasm ofa moment,
Doth execute a great, a noble deed,
And on the wing of reputation
He soon becomes immortalized.
The man may die, but yet the deed remains
Fresh as the day the doer tasted Heaven.
Attached his name, his form and semblance
gone,
We can reprint the deed, but not the man,
And then we die, but still the deed lives on
From out the past unto Eternity.
Mark, then, the deed, and mark he well tie
man—
Let those on earth perform a deed who can.
Joseph R. Wilson, in Philadelphia Ledger.
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ONE IN A THOUSAND.
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“Yes, they're all going to be there—
Nan and the two Farge girls, Jo
Wardsworth-—-and oh, we'll just have
a glorious time!” and Louise Alley
looked up from the trunk she was
packing, her dark eyes shining with an
anticipated joy:
“Well, you certainly deserve some
fun if anyone does,’ rejoined her friend,
May Stillman, fanning herself vigor-
ously with a paper novel, “making a
martyr of yourself stewed up here in
town half the summer. Here, let me
help you shut that trunk,” and May,
who was by no means a sylph, prompt-
ly sat on the lid till the hasp clickered
in the lock.
Mr. and Mrs. Alley had been spend-
ing June and July abroad, the trip
having been undertaken by the doctors
orders for Mr. Alley’s health. Dut it
was out of the question to take Bess,
who was just five, and if she stayed
pehind, Louise must stay, too, and as
the house had to be kept open for Fred
who was in business down town, the
three lived there for the two months to-
gether.
Aud now the travelers had returned,
and Louise was on the eve of departing
with her brother and May Stillman for
a fortnight’s stay in the Adirondacks.
They were to leave by the night boat
that very day, and when May left to go
home and finish her own packing,
- Louise turned to and helped her moth-
er with hers, for the rest of the family
were going oft at three to Long
Branch.
It was a busy time, but everything
was a labor of love for Louise, for was
not every moment carrying her nearer
to the joys that lay before her up in
the north woods, where so many of her
friends were already gathered, eagerly
expecting her ?
At last the Long Branch party were
got off.and Louise had gone up to her
room to puton her traveling dress. Bat
just as she took it from the hook the
front door bell rang.
“Who can that be ?"’ she said to her-
self. “1 wonder it mother has forgot-
ten something and sent back for it.
She slipped out into the hall and
leaned over the ballustrade as Delia
answered the summons.
“Does Mrs. Alley live here 2”
It was a woman's voice chat asked
the question, a high-keyed voice that
Louise did not recognize. Then, on
Delia's replying that it was Mrs. Al-
ley’s home, but that the lady herself
was away, the visitor went on :
“Yes, [ know, but Miss Louise is in,
isn’t she ? She is the one I want to
see.”
Louise, hearing this nearly lost her
balance. A strange woman inquiring
for her; and at such a time!
She stepped hurriedly back into her
room and glanced at the clock on the
mantle. It was ten minutes to four.
May was to call for her with the car-
riage at five. She must contrive in
son.e way to get through with her call-
er within the next ten minutes: There
were so many ‘last thing” to be
done.
But now Delia appeared with the
message.
“Please, miss,” she said, “there's an
old lady dowr stairs who wants to see
you. She didn’t send her name be-
cause she sail you expected her.
“Expected her ?”” Lonise repeated the
words mechanically. “Why, I don’t
expect anybody but Miss May. You're
sure, Delia. it is not she, np to some of
* her tricks ?”
“Oh, no, miss,” responded the girl,
*She’s a sure enough old person, and
she seems kind o’ feeble. Her bag was
pretty heavy for the like o’ her to be
carryin’.”
“Her bag !"” gasped Louise,
a book agent ?”
“No. miss, she’s been trayelin’ in
from the country, I take it, an’ looks
clean beat out.”
“Well, I will go down at once and
see what she wants. The expressman
has called for the trunk, has he
Delia ?"’
*Yes, mise.”
Louise paused for an instant with
her hand on the door, racking her brain
to try and get some glimmering as to
“Is she
in tne parlor, some person who had
said that she was expected.
“It’s some one who knows the rest
of the family are away, too,” sne. mus-
ed, but this fact did not enlighten her
in the least, and finally she went down,
Nor was she any wiser when she en- |
little old lady seated on the sofa. The
top of her head could surely come no
higher than Louise’s shoulder, her
face was; yellowish and wrinkled with
ago, and her gown was black and sev-
erely plain.
Louise was certain she had never}
seen her before. Her surprise, there-
fore, may be imagined when tae caller |
rose to her feet, and, coming quickly
toward her, reached up on tiptoe and
kissed her on the forehead.
“I'd have known you anywhere, my
dear,” she said, “from your resemblance
to your mother,"
“Yes, but—but—="’
And here Louise paused. The old
lady, whose face, when one came to
look at it closely, had a certain sweet-
ness of expression, seemed so confident
that she was know that the young girl
felt as though it would be almost like
striking her to say that she had not
the remotest idea who she was.
“I looked for you at the station,”
went on the stranger, pulling Louise
down to a seat beside her on the sofa,
and gently smoothing with her wrink-
led fingers the fair ones she still held,
“an’ 1 waited some time, Then I
thought somethin’ might have kept
you, so I inquired the way an’come
over in the cars by myself. But I'm
most tuckered out. Can I. go right up
to my room ? If I lie down for a spell
I think I'd feel better.”
Her room | She had come to stay
then. Louise was utterly bewildered
Matters must be straightened out at
once.
Her room ! She had come tostay
then. Louise was utterly bewildered.
“I’m very sorry,” she began, ‘“but—
but I think you must have mistaken
the house. Was it Mrs. Theodore Al-
ley you came to see ?”’
The old lady, who had half risen
from her seat, now fell back again
with a lictle gasp.
“Mistaken ?”’ she repeated. “There
can’t be any, can there, when you're
Louise, Alley? Didn't you get my
letter 2”
“I beg your pardon,’ said poor
Louise, beginning to grow very ne: vous.
“I don’t know who you are.”
“Then you didn’t get my letter I"
exclaimed the old lady promptly.
“P’raps I ought to have fixed it differ-
ent, but I'm Abby Moorhead.”
“Oh, mother’s’ Aunt Abby!” ex-
claimed Louise, putting her hands out
instinctively.
“I—I thought you were out in Da-
kota.
“So I was, my child, but I got back
this spring and was sick a long time
up at my brother’s in New Hamp-
shire.”
“But how did you know where we
lived we have only been here two years.”
“That's what I'm going to tell you.”
went on Miss Mooread. “It all came
about so queerly. You see the railroad
to the White Mountains runs through
Conman, and, two weeks ago there was
an accident and a passenger came to
Timothy’s for linen to bind up the
wounds, an’ if it wasn’t Albert Bond.”
“Oh, yes,” broke in Louise. “k.c’s
a very old friend of mother’s.”
Bat at this point the old lady’s body
swayed to one side, and Louise sprang
up and caught her in her arms. She
was, as she had expressed it, ‘*‘clean
{rckered out,” and was now on the
verge of a swoon.
Louise reached behind her and pull:
ed the bell, and presently Delia appear-
ed, the picture of amazement.
‘Here, help me up to my room with
Miss Moorehead,” and Louise, with
compressed lips, gently put her arm
around the old lady’s back.
“Between them they got her up the
stairs, where Louis applied restorta-
tives, and presently she opened her
eyes aud looked about the daintily fur-
nished room fnquiringly.
“Is it all right, my dear?’ she said
teebly.
“Yes, Aunt Abby, you must lie quiet
for a while, and try to get sotne rest.
[will darken the room and come back
soon, and I want to find you asleep.”
“You are very kind, so like your
mother,” and the old lady’s eyes fol-
lowed the fair young girl out of the
room.
And Louise ? With lips still com-
pressed she hurried back into the li-
brary, trying to feel that the struggle
was all over, and that right had tri-
umphed. :
“The girls will be horribly disap-
pointed, I suppose,” she thought, “and
May
“Here the silver chiming of the tall
hall clock striking the quarter after:
four warn-d her that if she wanted to
keep May from stopping for her she
must send a note at once.
“I'll write to her first. If ehe comes
here and finds I'm not going, there'll be
a scene, I know,” soliloquized Louise,as’
she pulled down the handle of the
messenger call. “Bnt how shall I keep
her from it?”
An instant thought, and then she
hurried on into the library, seizing pa-
per and pen, and not taking time to sit
down, dashed off the following :
Dear May:
Don’t stop for me,
boat.
Explanations at
Yours,
Louis.
“There, I hope that isn’t unjustifi-
able deception,” and scribbling off the
address Louise sealed the en-
velope and called to Delia to give it to
the messenger, ‘who had just ap-
peared.
Then she rang tor another boy and
and sat down to write her note of ex-
planation to Fred. This dispatched,
she tiptoed into her own room, saw
Aunt Abby was eleeping, and then
went into her mother’s appartments
and sat down by the windov
The whole thing had come about so
the identity of the person awaiting her
still mystified. J
tered the drawing room and belield a | fought all over again ?
The girls were going away. There
what she had done, and kept thinking
she was wasting precious minutes when
it was nearly five and her traveling
dress still hanging onits peg in the
closet, : |
‘The sound of carriage wheels sud- |
‘denly stopping startled her. Had May '
come after all, and must the battle be
+ No. it was at the Dryers,’ opposite
came the trunks down the stcop, then |
the goodbyes in the doorway and the
flatterings of handkerchiefs from the
carriage window till it turned iio the
avenue at the corner.
A lump rose in Louise's throat.
“It seems hard, almost cruel, when
I stayed here in New York those two
months, looking—"
But here she interrupted her own
thoughts resolutely. 4
“No, the hard and cruel part would
be for me to send that well mea.ing
soul back, when she had come all this
distance just to keep me company. It
isn’t her fault that the letter went as-
tray. All I must do is to keep her
trom knowing.”
An extract from a letter written in
October by May Stillman to Nan Wag-
even :
“I’vethe greatest piece of news for
you. You remember how Louise Al-
ley disappointed us all so dreadfully by
staying away from Saranac last sum-
mer, because a great aunt she'd never
seen before came to visit her? Well—
no, the great aunt hasn't died and left
her a fortune, or even promised to
mention her in her will, but she did
give Louise a mine she had taken for a
bad debt when she was out in Dakota.
And now somebody has discovered
that the Louise Mine, as they call it, is
a regular little bonanza. Louise want-
ed to give it back then, but Miss Moor-
head wouldn't hear of it. She’s found
out some way what Lou gave up when
she stayed home that time, and declar-
es that Louise Alley is one girl of a
thousand. Well, she is, besides being
a girl with several thousand now.
Mark Twain’s Pipe.
Same . Interesting Anecdotes About the Humor-
ists’s Old Cob.
Every one who knows Mark Twain
knows that the pipe and he are simply
inseparable. He generally smokes a
granulated tobacco, which he keeps in
a long eheck bag made of silk and rub-
ber. When he has finished smoking,
he knocks the residue from the bowl of
the pipe, takes out the stem, places it
in his vest pocket, like a pencil or a
stylographic pen, and throws the bowl
into the bag containing the granulated
tobacco. When he wishes to smoke
again (which is usually five minutes
later) he fishes out the bowl, which is
now filled with tobacco, inserts the
stem and strikes a light- Noticing
that his pipe was very aged and black,
and knowing that he was about to go
to France, where corn-cobs pipes are
not, Jerome asked him if he had
brought a supply of pipes with him.
“Oh, no,” the humorist answered,
“I never smoke a new corn-cob pipe. A
new pipe irritates the throat. Nocorn-
cob pipe is fit for anything until it has
been used at least a fortnight.”
“How do yon manage, then?’ Jer-
ome asked. “Do you follow the exam-
ple of the man with the tight boots—
wear them a couple of weeks before
they can be put on ?” J
“No,” said Mark Twain, “I always
hire a cheap man—a man wi:o doesn’t
amount to much, anyhow—who would
be as well—or better—dead, and let
him break in the pipe for me. I get
him to smoke the pipe for a couple of
wegks, then put in a new stem, and
continue operations as long as the pipe
holds together.”
Mark Twain brought into France
with him a huge package of boxes of
cigars and tobacco which he took per-
sonal chargeof. When he placed it on
the desk of the steamer crossing the
English Channel, while he lit a fresh
cigar, he put his foot on this package
80 as to be sure of its safety. He didn’t
appear to care what became of thelrest
of the luggage, as long as the tobacco
was safe, .
“Going to smuggle that in?” asked
Jerome,
“No, sir. I'm the only man on
board this steamer who has any tobac-
co. I will say to the customs officer :
‘Tax me what you like, but don’t med-
dle with the tobacco.” They don't
know what tobacco is in France.”
STRENGTH AND HEeATH.—If you are
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you weak and weary, use Electric Bit-
ters. This remedy acts directly on Liv-
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those organs to perform their functions.
If yon are afilicted with sick Headache,
you will find speedy and permanet relief
by taking Electric Bitters. One trial
will convince you that this is the reme-
dy you need, Large bottles only &0c
at Parrish’s Drug Store.
A New Capital Destroyed.
DENVER, May 12.-~-Word has been
received that the capitol at Santa Fe is
burning. The building cost $250,000,
and was a very handsome structure,
Like all of the new capitols, it con-
tained many of the bestideas relating
to the planning ot building for legisla-
tive purposes.
Smelts in Abundance.
Smelts are so abundant in the waters
at Castle Rock, Or., that a fisherman
standing on the shore with a scoop net
is able to dip out in 2 few minutes more
than he can carry away. Thousands of
pounds of the fish have been taken in
this way recently.
PR —
——The great reason for the success |
of Hood’s Sarsapariila is found in 1ts
positive merit. It cures where other
preparations fail.
—— If you want printing of any de-
scription the WATCHMAN office is the
quickly that she realized scarcely yet
place to have it done.
The Situation Upon Mars.
1
Is Mars Inhabited as Has Been Supposed! Are |
the Canals so Plainly Observed the Engineer- |
ing ‘Work of a Superior Race of Men?— Facil- |
ities for Satisfactory Observations.
From Westermann’s Monat’s hefter.
The first sight of Mars through an ob-.
servatory telescope is almost terrifying,
even for a person of good nerves. Itis
as if one saw the whole earth with its icy
| poles, as a solid globe floating overhead.
Une distinguishes clearly. the dark blue
seas and the brilliant, beaming, many-
hued dry land—and on this the dry beds
of n . altitude of lakes, bays, gulfs,
strea n+ and eanals, these latter either
patai.c. to each other or crossing one an-
other at right angles. As you continue
to look you note the variations of color
and of light and shade; and further that
the outlines on one edge of the disk pass
out of sight, while on the other|landscape
expands: you see that Mars revolves on
its axis, and that the ends of the axis are
the frozen pules, as with us. There is a
further resemblance in the inclination of
the axis, wkich provides that on this
planet also the seasons tollow each other
in regular succession. The ice crust at
the poles diminishes in Summer, afford-
ing demonstration not only that Mars is
influenced by the sun’s rays precisely as
we are, but also that the air and water
are identical with ours. Infact the me-
teorology of Mars is now being reduced
to a science.
Judging the two planets by superficial
characteristics, however, one must ad-
mit a condition implying a higher de-
gree of development in Mars. The con-
tinents of the earth seen from a distance,
present a very torn appearance, and oc-
cupy sdarcely a third of its surface, while
Mars is girdled on both sides of the equa-
tor by one continuous main, and inter-
sected by a network of canals and rivers,
tia land occupying approximately three-
fourths of the whole area of the planet
and the water only one-fourth, as a con-
sequence of which it may be that its at-
mosphere is less clouded and vapor-laden
than ours. Peculiarly characteristic is
the arrangement in which the geologi-
cal nature of Mars has laid out the
streams (canals?). All our streams,
without exceptions, are tortuous; and all
increase in width as they near the ocean.
On Mars, on the contrary, the streams
flow in straight lines, and are of unitorm
width from source to mouth. These
streams, from seventy to 1u0 kilometers
apart, have their banks so well defined
as to suggest the idea that they are sub-
ject to intelligentregulation. It is hard-
ly possible to conceive that two parallel
canals intersected at right angles by a
third, as in Ophir, land, can be the work
of elementary forces of nature. The
question suggests itself again by the two
canals which flow from ocean to ocean,
crossing each other at right angles in the
centre. Not less questionable is the ori-
gin of the great blue Lake of the Sun
in the centre of Kepler land, with its
three rectilinear canals connecting it
with the ocean.
Ever, and ever the question
recurs. Is it possible that the crust of a
planet whose density is only seven-
tenths less (sic) than that of the earth
can beso yielding that the streams at
their origin encountered no impediment
to their direct course? Or have they
really been regulated by the inhabitants
of Mars—an engineering feat present-
ing, perhaps, few serious difficulties ?
But what most excites our astonish-
ment in connection with these canals is
that almost every one of them is doub-
le, 1. e., it has 1ts parallel canal along-
side of it, but visible at intervals only.
This has thoroughly perplexed all inves-
tigators. The earth has nothing anala-
gous to aid us to a solution. On this ac-
count the return ot Mars is looked for-
ward to with considerable interest. The
improvement in optical instraments with
in the past decade may probably help to
solve the riddle, or, what is perhaps
still more probable, may present still
more riddles for solution. The occasion
of Mars next return will be the first
tims for fifteen years that we shall have
an opportunity of examining her South
polar region. Apart from tie scientific
interest which attaches to these observa-
tions it is an immense gain to our intel-
lectual culture to overthrow the pride,
born of ignorance, which in earlier cen-
turies prompted man to regard this earth
as the one-inhabited sphere of the uni-
verse. Equal rights for all planets ap-
pears to be the law of nature, which cer-
tainly has not expended all her forces on
this dark clod of ours.
—— Some of the Grand Army boys
may be interested in the following from
Alex B. Pope, A.D. C., Commander
Dep’. Tenn, and Ga. He says: “We
have had aun epidemic of whooping
cough here (Stewart, Tenn.,) and
Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy has been
the only medicine that has done any
good.” There is no danger from whoop-
ing cough when this remedy is freely
given. It completely controls the dis-
ease. 25 and 50 cent bottles forsale by
Frank P. Green.
His Figures Were not Square.
She—¢“How did she happen to marry
him ?”
He--“He told her he was worth a
million in round numbers.”
She--And ?”
“He—*They turned out to be
ciphers.”
Death in a Skating Rink.
Buexos Ayres, May 11.—A large
skating rink in course of destruction
here collapsed to-day.
Thirty persons were killed. The
architects on the building were ar-
rested.
Frrcassep TripeE.—Cut a pound of
tripe in narrow strips. put a small cu
of water or milk to it, add a bit of but-
ter the size of an egg, dredge in a large
teaspoonful of flour, or work it with the
butter ; season with pepper and salt, let
it simmer gently for half an hour, serve
hot. A bunch of parsley cut small and
put with it is an improvement.
——T have been a great sufferer from
dry catarrh for many years, and I tried
many remedies, but none did me so much
benefit as Ely’s Cream Balm. It com-
pletely cured me. M. J. Lally, 89
Woodward Ave., Boston Highlands,
Mass.
Where They Are Baried.
The Last Resting Places of Men Who Made
American History. ;
From the St. Louis Globe-Dem jcrat.
The Presidents of the United States
| have been buried places Yue! far apurt.
Washington was buried at Mount Ver-
non, sixteen miles from Washington;
John Adams beneath t.e portico. ot the
Unitarian Church in Quincy, Mass, In
the church stands a memorial slab in his
honor, but the body lies ina vault al-
most directly under the entrance. Thom-
as Jefferson was buried in the faniily
cemetery at Moaticello, Va ; James Mad
ison, in the family burying ground at
Montpelier, Orange county, Va., and
James Monroe in the Second Avenue
| Cemetery, between Second and Third
streets, New York city, his grave being
covered by a handsome open-work cag-
ing of iron. :
John Quincy Adams was buried in
the vault with his father 1n Quincy; An-
draw Jackson at the Hermitage, eleven
miles from Nashville, Tenn., a domed
temple covering his grave. Martin Van
Buren lies in the Reformed Church
Cemetery of Kinderhook, N. Y., and
William Henry Harrison, first interred
at Washington, was removed to North
Bend, Ohio, where his vault was, until
recently, much neglected. John Tyler
was interred in Hollywood Cemetery,
Richmond, Va.,and no monument or
stone has been erected over his grave.
James K. Polk lies at the corner of
Vine and Union streets, in Nashville,
Tenn., an elegant monument under a
canopy marking the spot. The remains
of Zachary Taylor were first interred in
the Congressional Cemetery at Wash-
ington, thence they were removed to
Taylor cemetery, near Louisville, Ky.,
while Millard Fillmore was buried at
the Forest Lawn Cemetery, near Buffa-
lo, N. Y., and Franklin Pierce in Minot
Cemetery. Concord. N. H. The body
of James Buchanan lies in Woodward
Hill Cemetery, Lancaster, Pa., and that
of Abraham Lincoln in Oak Ridge Cem-
etry, Springfield, Ill., under a magnifi-
cent monument. Ahdrew Johnson was
buried in a private enclosure at the top
of a hill near Greeaville, Tenn. The re-
mains of Grant were interred in a vault
in Riverside Park, New York city;
those of Garfield in Lake View Ceme-
tery, Cleveland, and those of Arthur in
the Rural Cemetery at Albany, N. Y.
Neck Broken, Yet Alive,
A Wonderful Case Brought Before the Clinic
of Jefferson Medical College.
One of the most wonderful cases that
has ever appeared in the clinic of the
Jefferson Medical College was shown
to the students recently. He is John
Allam, an old man of 64 years, who
though his neck is broken still lives to
tell thelstory of his misfortune. Dr.
C. Edward Stout, of Bethlehem, who
brought Allam to Philadelphia, owing
to his great interest in the case, deliv-
ered a lecture to the students on rail-
way spine, which he illustrated with
Allam, who was a shoemaker in
South Bethlehem, slipped on a banana
peel last. July and fell to the pavement.
Almost unconscious it was with diffi-
culty that he was able to drag himself
to his house but a few steps distant,
where he lay tor several days in a daz-
ed condition. Several physicians were
consulted who treated the sufferer for
rheumatism and neuralgia but he seem-
8d to become gradually worse instead
of better.
Dr. Stout became interested in him
and he was not long in coming to the
conclusion that Allam’s neck was dis-
located between the second and third
ceryical vertebrae, some of the small
projections being fractured. To add
to this the spinal cord is sprained.
Since the accident Allam has only
been able to speak with great difficulty,
his tongue being partly paralyzed It
has been almost impossible for him to
chew and life has been sustained
through liquid nourishment though he
has been able to eat small morsels
while lying on his back. At the clinic
it was discovered that the patient show-
en many symptoms of railway spine, a
peculiar and rare disease.
An apparatus has been constructed
for him by which his head will be ele-
vated, thus relieving the pressure on the
spinal cord and it is hoped that Allam
will be thus enabled to go on with his
work as usual. He returned to Bethle-
hem the day after the operation.
“A Yard of Pansies.”
Here is a chance for everybody to get,
free of cost, an exquisite Oil Picture 36
inches long, a companion to “A Yard
of Roses,” which all have seen and ad-
mired. This exquisite picture, “A Yard
of Pansies,”” was painted by the same
noted artist who did the “Roses.” [tis
the same size, and 1s pronounced by art
critics to be far superior to the ‘‘Roses.”’
The reproduction is equal in every re-
spect to the original, which cost $300,
anc is being given free with every copy
of the June number of DEMOREST’S
MacaziNE. This June number is a
grand souvenir number in celebration of
the seventieth anniversary of the birth-
day of the publisher, and is worth many
times the cost, which is only 20 cents, as
every purchaser will get, practically free
an exquisite picture, and to those who
already have “A Yard of Roses” “A
Yard of Pansies’ will be doutly valua-
ble, especially as accompanying it are
full directions for framing either the
“Pansies or Rises” at home, at a cost of
a few cents, You can get the June num-
ber of DEMOREST'S FAMILY MAGAZINE
containing “A Yard of Pansies,” of any
of our local Newsdealers; or send 20
cents to the publisher, W. JENNINGS
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Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery.
Torpid liver, or ‘biliousness,”’ impure
blood, skin: éruptions, scrofulous sores
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tained at home,
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The World of Women.
The statue of Isabeila will bring to.
vhe sculptor, Miss Harriet Hosmer, the
sum of $25,000.
The plan sleeve is ny» nore. Even
the morning sleeve has some odd little
wrinkle to give a diessy effect.
Bangs will soon be out of date. Many
who have high foreheads are brushing
their hair plainly back, snd it is very
becoming. 7
Mrs, Marshal Ballington Booth is
said to draw just $7 a week for her ser.
vices in the Salvation Army. She re-
sides in a modest little home in Jersey
City.
Mis, Jenkins and Mrs. Coulton, the.
two women aliernates to the Minneapo-
lis C.nvention from Wyoming, are said
to be forcible speakers and energetic
workers at the polls.
Mrs. Hopkins: Searles’ $5,000,000 cas-
tle at Great Barrington, Mass, is now
deserted and it is thought will eventual-
ly be made a State institution. As ga
home for demented old ladies it wou ld
not tall short of its original use.
Since the fur boa has been compelled
to seek refuge on the shelf the liberty
scarf has come into existence. These
scarfs are of soft silks in all the change-
able shades and are wound around the.
throat in a most eftective manner,
The woman to whom nature has been
too generous in the matter of waist
should not wear a belt at all, or if she
did its width should not exceed two
inches. A wide belt makes a large
waist appear larger. Narrow waist
bands of corded ribbon are the prettiest
and the most popular. They accentuate
the beauty of a slim round figure.
The news of the opening of a grad-
uate department for women in the Une
iversity of Pennsylvania will be receive.
ed with deep satisfaction not only by
the students of that institution but by -
women all over the country. It sets an
example which others are bound to fol«
low, and to the educat.unal optimist the
“good time coming’’ seams very near,
The accessories of the shirt waist are
legion, in the first place; the diamond
shaped cuff must be worn, These coma
in stiff linen, with dots of various colors,
The turn-down collar most in favor,and
large, soft silk bows form the tie, The
studs should be flowered to maich the
waist pattern) ‘and the silk sash hag
wholly taken the place of its leather
cousin, It differs also from the Gordon
belt of last year, being wider, laid in
heavier folds and flnishing with a bow
on the side.
To make a handsome bedspread from
a linen sheet have large diamonds
stamped all over it, and work them in
outline stitch with dark blue Scotch lin<
en floss. Finish the edge with a cro-
cheted edging. Another way is to
fringe out the linen sheet all around,
making a knotted fringe, Above the
fringe make two or three rows of drawn
work, through which is run blue or
other colored satin ribbon, large hows of
satin ribbon of the same color being
put at each corner.
A lovely afternoon reception gown ig
of very finely corded crepon, in color a
sort of opaline blending of pale pink
and green. The draperies of the skirt
made fuller than is usual nowadays, are
lifted slightly on either side to expose a
petticoat of dark green bengaline, each
fold of the crepon on both sides being
held in place by large, flat rosettes of
green benaline. The bodice is made of
the shot crepon folded into a deep Fim-
pire sash of the bengaline, of which
material are also made the full broad
sleeves Large revers of dark green turn
back from the bust to show a jabot of
antique ivory colored lace.
Slender women are favored. The
Jewish tunic is the name of anew cos-
tume for them, and itis very pretty and
becoming. This garment, say the New
York Telegram, is modeled after the
Hebraic damsels of old, with many
modifications, * It * consists of a long
straight robe, shapeless and sleeveless,
with a bias seam in the back. It hangs
from the shoulders to the ground in
straight folds, and must each time be
arranged at the belt by the deft fingeis
of the wearer. It is made of ladies’
cloth, and is not lined. The neck is
cut like a child’s slip, and a handsome
blouse with sleeves 13 worn under it.
Around the cut out neck is a handsome
embroidery of gold spangle: and threads
in a heart shaped design, and the nar
row embroidery of gold finishes the arm
holes.
A peculiar gown was “built” of fine
dark blueserge with a broad sage-green
velvet hem edged with a narrow band
of gold braid. The back of the gown
bad a narrow Watteau pleat coming
from the neck and hanging quite loose
from the waist, then merging cleverly
into the demwi-train. The plaic tight-
fitting bodice had a broad green velvet
velt closely embroidered with gold,
while from the joining of the pleat at
the back of the bodice came a deep
flounce like fichu of the blue serge,
edged like the skirt with velvet and
braid.
"Tais fichu fell deeply over the shoul-
ders and was drawn into a sharp point
at the waist. The bat worn with this
rather eccentric get-up was of coarse
black straw, with a flaring brim and
tiny tall crown. This was trimmed
with sage green ribbons and great
bunches of field flowers and proved an
effective finish to an original toilette,
Mrs. Elliot F. Shephard, of New
York, Vice President of the Y. W, C.
A. of the metropolis, some time ago
built and furnished throughout, a home
where refined women coming to
New York might find a place to stay
and meet with other refined and educat-
ed women. The Honie, which is called
the Margaret Louisa Home is a hotel
with all the disagreeable features left
cut. Itis a place where transient visit-
ors, (women only,) to New York city
way go with perfect safety and meet
with the greatest kindness. The Home
is designed particularly for working
women, end the rates are very low,
The small sum of fifty cents a night for
a room and twenty conts each for break
fast and lunch and thirty cents for dine
ner furnishes one with such delightful
comfort and luxury as can only be ob.
Fees are forbidden
and the service is excellent. The bed
rooms are exquisitely furnished and be
ing fitted by & woman for women their
daintiness is said to be inexpressable.