Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, June 03, 1892, Image 2

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Bellefonte, Pa., June 3, 1892.
HELD CAPTIVE,
Never shall I forget the dsy
We rode in the car together,
And I sat down while she stood up,
And the passengers wondered whether.
‘Whether, as she looked down at me
And smiled aud bowed so cheery,
I was a fool to keep my seat
Or only a trifle weary.
I see her face—'twas a Frey face—
And the smile that slowly faded :
When some woman whispered at my side,
“Well, that fellow must be jaded.”
But what could I do for her who held
A place in my memory tender ?
For just as I'd taken my seat, alas !
I'd broken my old suspender.
Clothier and Furnisher.
THE STORY OF DOROTHY,
“The sins of the parents are visited
upon the children, even unto the third
and fourth generation.” As I write
the words unbidden tears spring to my
eyes, a feeling of pain tightens about
my heart. I wander back through the
paths of memory, that thing is both a
blessing and a curse to mankind, and
again I smell the faint, sweet perfume
from the clover fields, again I sez Doro-
thy as I saw her in the summer days
s0 long ago. Dorothy, in the hey-dey
of her youth, who stood on the gallery
of the old-fashioned Southern house,
looking with joyous eyes over the gar-
den where a wilderness of roses and
sheaves of lilies filled the air with an
all-pervading sweetness that seemed to
creep 1nto the senses and make life,
even the mere factof breathing, a pleas-
ure.
Dorothy was a singularly lovely girl
of nineteen, with a slight figure of me-
dium height, beautifully moulded. Her
gray eyes, under their long, curlin
black lashes, had a look of child-like
frankness which her loosely curling
hair and sweet red lips intensified. The
vague touch of sadness that underlay
her manner but lent her an additional
charm.
It was little wonder that Herod Rod-
man loved the girl, proud and selfish
though he was. Some people’s names
fit them, and some do not. Herod
Rodman looked a very king. His fig-
ure was of perfect proportions, and he
carried his well-set head as proudly as
any Herod of old could have done.
His tace was handsome; but the feat-
ures, clear cut and regular, had, a stern
expression, and the blue eyes were al-
most steel-like in their brillianey.
Rich, handsome, highly educated,
at thirty.two, atter traveling extensive-
ly, he returned to America and drifted
by mere chance to the little Southern
town where Dorothy Fowler lived with
her half-brother and his wife. They
soon met. Every one knew every one
else in this place, with its one strag-
gling street. Public improvements
were unknown to the townspeople, and
since they were content, who need ob-
ject to their lack of progress ?
Paul Fowler, a cultivated man,seem-
ed strangely out of his sphere in Ath-
erion. In him Herod found a congen-
ial friend, and thus opportunities for
seeing Dorothy were numerous. He
thought he had outlived sentiment, but
he soon became interested in the beau-
titul, childlike girl, and at last, thor-
oughly aroused, loved heras he thought
it impossible to love any woman.
To Dorothy, whose life had been very
narrow and restricted, Herod was a
revelation. He read to her as they
sat together in the old-fashioned gar-
den; talked of foreign lands as they
strolled through the woods; and was
attentive and tender always; and she
dimly wondered how she could live if
the time ever came when she should
seen him no more.
As the summer came on it seemed
to Dorothy that her life grew happier,
more full and rounded out with each
summer day, till on a July evening,
when the moen was high in the heav-
ens, and the stillness of repose lay over
tree and flower, Herod told Ler that
he loved her. He had been singing an
old love song in the moonlit parlor:
“I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain,
Since I am myself my own fever and pain.”
His voice died lingeringly away, and
he crossed over to the window by which
Dorothy was standing, the moonlight
making her seem lovelier than ever.
She was dressed in a trailing gown of
creamy mull, with frills falling away
from her softly curved throat and
round white arms. To Herod she had
never been so desirable as at that mom-
ent.
Both were silent, but silence was
more expressive than words. As if
with one thought, they stepped through
the long window to the wide gallery,
where Dorothy seated herselt on the
railing, .and Herod stood looking at her
with such intensity of expression that
she averted her head. A climbing rose
vine twined around the pillar, and the
soft breeze blew a wandering blossom
against her shoulder, where it fell
apart.
“See,” shesaid, “the poor rose. It
was so lovely this morning, and now it
is dead. This is a beautiful world, but
things are always changing; nothing
seems to last.”
She spoke sadly. Herod leaned for-
ward and closed his hand over her own.
“Dorothy do you think my love for
you will endure? Can you trust me ?”’
_ ‘That was all; no impassioned woo-
ing, no protestations of undying affec-
tion; but Dorothy wanted none. No
need to question Ler own heart; it
seemed to her that she had loved him
ever since they first met. She could
not fancy a time when she would cease
to do so. Lifting her head, she looked
straight into his eyes and softly
breathed :
9Y eq.’
The next instant she was in his
arms. There was for neither of them
a past or future—only a bewilderingly
happy present. Presently Dorothy
shrank a little away from him.
“It seems strange,” she shyly said,
“that you should care for me—you,
who know so much? I wonder why
you do.”
“Sweetheart, love you because you
are your dear little self. You know
what George Meredith says: “To him.
she was purity, chastity, the keeper of
the keys of whatsoever is held precious
by men.’ My darling, I want you to
be the keeper of the keys of my heart
and life through all the coming vears.
Nothing shall part us—that I swear !”’.
cried Herod, rapturous'y clasping her
closer.
“Nothing shall part us!” The words
rangin Dorothy’s ears when, after nany
loving words, she had bidden her lover
good-night and gone to her room. She
knelt by the window, and looking
dreamily out over the moon lit garden,
thought of the future that lay before
them. Together, always together!
What sorrow could touch her when
protected by his strong arms and shel-
tered by love?
The geeks that followed were full of
a happiness that “spread out thin would
have lasted a lifetime.” A dream, the
memory of which became a bitter sweet
one to both. ;
Then the blow fell, and cruel Fate,
intent on breaking hearts, could not
have chosena more propitious moment.
Paradise itself seemed mingled with
their earth on that summer morning
when Dorothy waited for Herod's com-
ing. When he joined her they went
into the low-ceiled old parlor; it was
always cool and shady there,
“Herod,” said Dorothy, sinking in-
to the deeply cushioned window seat,
“read something. It is completely be-
yond me to sustain a conversation this
morning, and: if you could be persuad-
ed ‘to lend to the rhyme of the poet
the beauty of your voice,’ I should be
charmed.”
“You would be, no doubt,” Herod
replied, disregarding the murmured
“vanity!” from Dorothy. “That you
have little regard for my comfort is
evident.”
But he obediently went to the book-
case and selected a copy of Tennyson,
in crossing the room a photograph fell
irom the volume, and he picked it up—
the picture of an exceedingly handsome
woman attired in evening dress.
Herod stood stari=g at this apparent-
ly innocent object like one dumbfound-
ed. When he spoke his voice sound-
ed almost hoarse.
“How did this come here? What
is this woman to you?
Dorothy looked at his agitated face
in surprise.
“My mother,” was the answer.
“Your mother! Good God!”
Herod dropped into a chair and look-
ed at her with an expression that
brought tear to Dorothy’s heart.
“Herod,” she cried, “what is the
matter? Do you know her?”
“Know her!” he repeated. “Why,
the whole world knows her! She isa
noted adventuress. You were in igno-
rance of this?” he sternly questioned,
looking at the girl's sweet face from
which the color had fled.
“Oh, yes, yes! She deserted us soon
after my father’s death, but Ihave nev-
er known the full extent of her disgrace
and mine until now. If Paul knew he
did not tell me. Dearest,” she went
on pleadingly, “you are not angry? I
am still the same Dorothy whom you
love. Oh, Herod,” her breath coming
in quick, sharp sobs, “speak to me!
Tell me that her sins can not touch
our happiness.”
But Herod was silent. He had laid
bis head on his folded arms, which
rested on a table. His brain was whir-
ling around, and he felt that he must
before speaking. This discovery had
shocked him greatly. Dorothy, his
pure white lily,to spring from that mire
—to bear a stained name. And yet he
could not give her his own. He could
not bear the scorn of his ari-tocratic
family, the reproach that the daughter
of an adventuress bore the old and hon-
ored name of Redman.
Not one doubt of Dorothy’s innate
purity crossed his mind. Even though
that creature’s blood was in her veins
there was no taint of it in her heart,
Of that he was certain. To give her
up was torture; but the pride of name
and position had been fostered in him,
and now his love could not overbal-
ance it. He must not marry her. Fate
so he selfishly reasoned with himself,
had willed it so.
He arose slowly and looked at Dor-
othy, who stood with bowed head, as
though the weight of her sorrow and
shame was more than she could bear.
Herod caught her in his arms and
rained despairing kisses on her face.
“Oh, Dorothy, my darling, my sweet
neart!” he murmured. “I love you
dearly, but we must part. Heaven
has been very hard to us both. Try
to forgive me. Goodbye, my love—
goodbye forever.”
Fearing to trust himself longer in her
presence, he pressed a last long kiss on
her cold lips, acd quickly left the
room.
Dorothy stood looking after him. A
sickening sense of what might have
been, a despairing realization of what
never could be, seized her. She felt
passionate anger against her mother.
But for her sins, Herod and happiness
unbounded would have been hers. She
did not claim him. Despite her inex-
perience, she acknowledged that he had
done what was best for the proud fami-
ly from which he sprang, the honor of
which he had no right to sully. She
found a hundred excuses for the man
she loved ; but her mother—
“I can never forgive her,” she
thought, “never! Even if when dying
she implored my pardon, I could not
grant it, She has robbed me of every-
thing, my name, and now my love. I
am so young, and life is so long!”
She gazed wearily through the win-
dow and watched Herod hurrying
down the path, each step taking him
farther away from her. The click of
the gate sounded like a death-knell.
And Herod Rodman came into Dorothy
life never again.
2 Te owl ow
In a hospital ward, tossing on a nar-
row bed, a woman lay, and in her once
handsome face, despite the marks of
sin, there was a strange resemblance to
Three
the nurse who ministered to her in her
dying hour. The fresh spring wind
drifted throogh the open window, laden
with the promise of summer; but to
the dying woman it brought memories
of the past, of the days when she was
young and pure, and her future as full
of promiseas the breeze. Repentance
came too late now; the sands of her
life were run, and its strife and passions
over.
She writhed with pain, and turned
her eyes with an imploring look to tl.e
nurse.
“Dorothy,” she gasped, “I am 80 s7r-
ry! Won’t you kiss me and say ‘Moth-
er, I forgive you?
Her voice died=x#way, but her eyes
were full of mute pleading. The hand
of death was already upon her, its icy
touch fast stilling her heart; and Dor-
othy pressed a kiss on the dying lips
and said’—
“Mother, I forgive you as freely as I
hope to be forgiven.”
Four Women Killed.
Hunting a Mysterious Murderer With Fierce
Bloodhounds,
Tuesday night was a night of hor-
ror in Denison, Tex. Between the
hours of 11 p. m. and 3.30 a. m. an un-
known assassin shot and killed four
women, two of them the leading ladies
of the city and two inmates of disreput-
able houses.
The first victim was Mrs. Haynes,
the wife ot Dr. Henay F. Haynes, one
of Denigson’s most respective citizens
and a gentleman prominent in business
and social life. Mrs. Haynes was a
young and very attractive woman, She
was probably assassinated while she
was alone in her home just outside the
city.
About five hours later, in the very
heart of the city, a beautiful young la-
dy, Miss Florentine Hawley, was kill-
ed by some unknown person. Miss
Hawley was killed almost without a
word of warning in the privacy of her
room, in her mother's cottage home.
She was seated on the bed with her
mother when theshot was fired through
a screen.
The assassin then directed his step
to the bagnio of Madam Rivers, where
be fired from the front porch, killed
Maude Kramer. After this he crossed
to the next street, where he mortally
wounded Rose Stewart, firing the shot
from the sidewalk.
The four foul murders have created
a tremendous sensation. Business was
at a standstill. Several hundred arm-
ed men patrolled the city and suburbs
in pursuit of the murderer. Blood-
hounds had been brought into requisi-
tion, but without success. Several ar-
rests have been made, but it is beliey-
ed that the murderer is «till at large:
[a ———
Half Rates to Gettysburg via Pennsyl-
vania Railroad.
On Thursday, June 2nd, 1892, the
“High Water Mark” Monument will be
dedicated on the field of Gettysburg.
This monument marks the highest point
within the Union lines reached by Pick-
ett’s troops in the memorable charge of
July 3d, 1863, The monument has
been erected under the auspices of the
Battlefield Memorial Association. The
dedicatory ceremonies will be highly in-
teresting, consisting of speeches, poems,
music, and military exercises. A large
number of veterans, both officers and
privates, will be gathered on the histor-
ic field and the occasion will be a most
memorable one.
For the benefit of those desiring to at-
tend, the Pennsylvania Railroad Com-
pany will, on June 1st and 2d, sell ex-
cursion tickets from all principal sta-
tions on the lines to Gettysburg at a
single fare for the round trip. Return
coupons will be valid for use until June
4th inclusive.
i ——
An Old Favor Repaid-
Thousand Dollars Deposited in a Cali-
Jornia Bank to the Credit of John Lyttle,
Prrrspure, May 22.-—A favor grant-
ed by John Lyttle, now of McKees’
Rocks, in 1846, has become a comfort
to him in old age and necessity. Dar-
ing the war Mr. Lyttie endorsed a note
for $1,100 for John Faulkner, a young
Weston, W. Va., merchant. Faulkner
failed, and Lyttle was obliged to pay,
causing financial difficulties and his fin-
al ruin. Since then he has been in
very poor circumstances, and never
heard of Faulkner again till recently
when he saw advertisements in the
Pittsburg papers, asking him to com-
municate with Faulkner in Los Angel-
es, California.
To-day Mr. Lyttle received notice
from a Los Angeles bank that $3.000
had been deposited to his credit, being
the original $1,100 with interest.
A LeADER.—Since its first introduc-
ing, Electric Bitters has gained rap-
idly in popular favor, until now itis
clearly in the lead among pure medicinal
tonics and alteratives—eontaining noth-
tion which permitsits use as a beverage
or intoxicant, it is recognized as the best
and purest medicine for all ailments of
Stomach, Liver or Kidneys.—It will
cure Sick Headache, Indigestion, Con-
stipation, and drive Malaria from the
system. Satisfaction, guaranteed with
each bottle or the money will be re-
funded. Price only 20c. per bottle.
Sold by C. M. Parrish.
Not Elinded by the Glare.
American Girl (after a proposal)—If
I should marry you would I wear a
crown ?
‘Foreign Nobleman--Oh no.
‘Well, I don’t mean a crown exactly,
but a coronet or a scepter or something
like that.”
#N-o.”
“Thiak of a palace you could live in
snd tho horses and— 7’
“I have all that at home ’
“Then there is the society—Dukes
and Princes and—presentation at the
court you know.”
“I'd like that. But you’d always be
with me, wouldn't you ?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I forgot about that.
accept.”
I guess T won't
The Making of Perfume.
Why American Flowers Are Not Used and Why
a Triple extract is so Called—Grease the Ex
tractive— Cologne Waters.
“It does not follow nowadays,” said a
prominen New York druggist, “that a
ecause 8 toilet perfume is made in
France it is superior in quality to one’
of American prepartion. Such was '
formerly the case, but the art of making |
fine perfumes has been carried to such
perfection of late years in our own coun- |
try that not mote than one-eighth as
much of the French preparation is sold
in the United States to-day as was sold
afew years ago. Nearly $3,000,000,000
worth of home-distilled perfumes are |
made in New York alone every year. |
Chicago manufacturers put one-half
as much on the market, and there are ex-
tensive perfumery manufactories in Bos-
ton, Philadelphia, San Francisco, St.
Louis and other large places.
“The American-made perfumes are
exactly as good in quality as the French.
The popular impression that many of
our best extracts for the handkerchief
and toilet bearing the names of sweet
flowers are simply chemical imitations
of the genuine odors is entirely wrong.
The fact is that the genuine oils of
flowers, of which all pure American
perfumes are made, are imported, prin-
cipally from France, and genuine musk
and ambergris, the two most important
and valued bases for fine perfumes,must
be obtained in other countries. While
the best American made perfumes are
equal in quality to the finest French
preparations, such could not be the fact
if we had not that country to depend
upon for our essential oils.
¢ The reason for this is that no entire-
ly successful effort has yet been made
here to raise flowers of sufficient rich-
ness and density of perfume to supply
essential oils in sufficient quanties to
make it profitable to extract them, al-
though it is held that the odorous
blooms of some of the Southern States,
especially Florida and other Gulf States
have the same bouquet of the same
flowers grown in Southern France, that
great garden of commercial odors. The
flowers that lead as providers of popular
perfumes for the handkerchief and toilet
are the jasmine, violet, tuberose, rose,
bitter orange flowers and cassia.
“These flowers, or most of them, are
indigenous to the South of France,
Cassia which is the blossom of the cinna-
mon tree, comes from the Kast Indies,
as does the tuberose. Bitter orange is
from Northern Italy. The oils of vio-
let, jasmine and tuberose, and other de-
licate flowers, being highly volatile,
must be extracted in a peculiar manner,
in order that they may be retained for
any length of time for use.
“The essential oil of violets is the
most volatile of all flower extracts, and
as the flower itself is the most difficult
to cultivate of all the perfume flowers,
violet extract is of double the value of
any other essential oil of perishable
odor. :
“Cassia is used as a substitute for vio-
let when the latter is scarce. The
oils of these flowers are extracted and
held by what is known technically as
grease absorption, but which the French
give the pleasanter name of enileurage.
I donot know who discovered the pro-
cess, but it is one of the simplest, and at
the same time the most effective, known
to chemical science.
“A layer of refined fat is spread upon
a large wire sieve with small meshes.
Upon this bed of grease the delicate
petals of the odor bearing fiowers are
scattered loosely. Then a layer of fat is
placed upon the flowers, then more pet-
als upon that, and so on until the sieve
is filled.
“The mass is then covered tightly and
subjected for ten or twelve hours to a
temperature just below the point at
which the tat would melt. Then the
heat is increased until the fat becomes
liquid and runs through the meshes ot
the seive into a vat arranged to receive
it charged with the perfume of the flow-
ers. The leaves apparently odorless,
remain in the sieve, but one distillation
does not rob them of all their sweetness.
Some of the same fat, when cold, is
mixed with them again, and the same
process is repeated,
“In turn some of the second distilla-
tion is run through the sieve with the
flowers, which are then, indeed, robbed
of all their fragrance. The last two
processes make the double and triple
extracts known to the trade. The
grease holding the rare oils of the flow-
ers, is sealed in cans and roady for mar-
ket, which it finds all over Europe and
in this country. The commercial name
of the grease is pomade extract.
“In preparing the perfumes for use
the manufacturer treats the pomade
with odorless alcohol—that made from
corn being the best, although spirits
made from potatoes and grapes are also
used. These are never perfectly odor-
less, though, and therefore the finest
perfumes cannot be prepared from them.’
“The alcohol at once becomes the affi-
nity of the oil beld by the grease, and
the oil readily leaves the latter and joins
the spirits. The grease is still there,
however. To remove it from the aflilia-
ted perfume and alcohol, the compound
is subjected to a gradually lowering
temperature, until the grease congeals.
It is then an easy and simple matter to
run the liquid off, and all that is left to
do is to bottle it, cork it, label, and it is
ready for my lady’s handkerchief and
toilet.
“Bitter orange flowers, rose leaves,
cassia and other perfume flowers have
fixed essential oils which are extracted
by distillation. 'The neroli oil of com-
merce is obtained - from bitter orange
blooms. These flowers are abundant in
Florida, and most of the other choice
perfumery flowers grow there and along
the gulf in profusion, but the bases of
the millions of dollars’ worth of toilet
extracts used annually in the United
States are nearly all imported. The
question, then, would be pertinent,
‘Why does not some one utilize the
growth of our own fragrant flowers and
provide these materials ?’
“Tha fact is that, in spite of the as-
sertion that the blooms of Florida are as
rich in fragrant oils as the Franch flow-
ers, experimental distillation has not
made the assertion good, except in the
case of bitter orange flowers. That ex-
tract is produced in New Orleans of a
qualiytjas flne as the French oil, and
has been for years, but manufacturers
do not seem to encourage its production
to any great extent by using it instead
of the foreign article. As to roses, in
France 100 pounds of rose leaves yeild a
dessert spoonful of essential oil. In
America it requires a ton of leaves to
produce the same quantity. Then,
again, flowers can’t be picked by ma-
chinery, and it is not at all likely that
floriculturists in this country could se-
cure hands to gather their fragrant
blossom harvest for two cents a day, as
they can in France,
“There is one flower indigenous to
our Southern soil which yeilds a delight
ful extract, and which, singularly
enough, has not been utilized much in
the preparation of perfumes. That is
the magnolia. A well known perfumer
after making very satisfactory experi- |
ments with the magnolia as a perfumery
flower, was preparing to cultivate it on
a large scale, but he died before the ar-
rangements were perfected, and the
Sens was never taken up by any one
else.
“Musk—that is the genuine grain
from the musk deer—is now worth its
weight in gold, so rare has it become,
the wild-eyed little animal from which
it is obtained having been very nearly
exterminated from its Asiatic haunts.
A full grown musk deer will yield about
an ounce of the grains, which are found
in asacin the skin of its abdomen.
The grains are no larger than a pea,
and some of them are as small as a pin’s
head. The musk issold in the market
in the pods or sacs in which it is found,
but it is frequently adulterated. So
many of the deer have been killed be-
fore reaching maturity that the average
musk bag imported, either Chinese or
Russian, will not exceed half an ounce
in weight.
“The adulteration of musk is made
possible by the use of a seed known as
the musk seed. It grows in India.
The Chinese musk is prized the most,
but it is more open to suspicion than the
Russian, which is seldom found with
the sac broken, There are many artifi-
cial musks, and our common muskrat
yeilds a pod that is the only approach to
the genuine imported musk,
“Ambergris is a valuable and costly
adjunct to the perfumers’ art. It is be-
lieved to be the result of a disease which
is common in the spermaceti whale, in
the head of which 1s found as a secretion
although it is frequently cast up by the
sea in Oriental climes. and is gathered
along the shore of Coramandel, Mada-
gascar and Japan.
‘1t is an aromatic gray substance, and’
as much as 150 pounds of it have been
taken from a single whale. A lump of
ambergris of that size to-day would be
worth about $5,000 to any whaler who
might have the great fortune to find it.
Ambergris is worth here something like
$20 an ounce, and there is no import
duty on it at that. It is of incalcula-
ble benefit to the perfamer, as it gives
homogeneity to the fragrance of com-
bined extracts and oils in a remarkable
manner, and strongly developes the de-
licate and evanescent odors of volatile
oils. Ambergris, when genuine, for it
is easily counterfeited, is full of small
black spots when cut. It is used also in
improving the flavor of wine.
“Cologne and toilet waters of all
kinds have been so successfully prepared
in this country during the "past few
years that a large export trade in them
has developed. “As cologne is simply
refined, odorless alcohol, perfumed with
some essential oil of flowers, there is no
reason why it would not be made as well
here as anywhere. All first class toilet
waters, with the exception of bay rum,
are nothing more or less than perfumed
corn spirits, which have received medi-
cinal quality by the introduction of
balsamic or tonic properties. Genuine
bay rum is always imported.
“Nine-tenths of the stuff used as bay
rum in New York, and other places as
well, is not bay rum at all, but a mix-
ture of the essential oil of bay with
common rum or alcohol.
“There are few barber shops here
the genuine article is used. Genuine
bay rum is made only in the West In-
dies. It is the distillation of the green
leaves and berries of the bayberry tree
mixed with absolutely pure rum, St.
Croix being used 1n the very best qual-
ity of the preparation.
“There is but one pure bayberry, but
there are many varieties of it in the
West Indies, and so closely do they re-
semble the primemia oeris, or true bay,
that great care is necessary in gathering
the leaves, for the presence of a small
quantity of any other variety is suffi-
cient to destroy the entire product of a
still. Ripe ber: ies are mixed in the still
with the leaves. The best bay is distill-
ed by steam in copper pipes, but the or-
dinary commercial spirit, such as bay
rum is made from here, is distilled
over an open fire.
“The genuine steam distilled bay spir-
it is not only many times stronger than
the other, but the refreshing odor that
characterizes it is ten times as lasting.
The West Indians find the true bay
rum so necessary to their comfort among
the numerous discomforts attending a
life in the climate of their country that
they use about all that is made, and
hence its scarcity in this and other coun-
tries.”
Farmers After Heavy Damages.
Suxsury, Pa., May 23.—To-day the
arbitrators in the case of the farmers
living along Shamokin creek, Nor-
thumberland county, against the Phil-
adelphia and Reading Coal and Iron
company, the Pennsylvania Railroad
company and others, handed down
awards in ten cases, that, if entertain-
ed, may mean a loss of millions of dol-
lars to the companies. For years the
coal dirt from the mines has been
washed by each recurring freshet on
the lands of the farmers along the
creek. In 1889 the land was rendered
barren. Ten cases were prosecuted
and now after taking testimony for
three years damages are awarded to
the plaintiffs. Other suits will follow.
The defendants will appeal to the
courts.
——Hon. W. V. Lucas, Ex-State
Auditor of Towa, says: “I have used
Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy in my
family and have no hesitation in saying
it isan excellent remedy. TI believe all
that is claimed for 1t. Persons afflicted
by a cough or cold will find it a friend”’
There is no danger from whooping
ccugh when this remedy is freely given.
25 and 50 cent bottles for sale by Frank
P. Green,
The World of Women.
Mrs. Mary Russell Day has become
- Kentucky's State Librarian.
|
Don Isadora Cousing, of Chile, is re-
puted to be worth $200,000,000, and, of
course, is the richest woman in the
| world.
i Many rows of mackine stitching finish
the bottom of tailor-built suits, the
stitching being reproduced upon the
, edge of the bodice, the collar and cuffs.
| The; thistle is a favorite flower as a
‘garniture for hats and bonnets. A
novelty is a double thistle of jet and lace
one rising above the other in aigrette
orm.
. Fawn, gray and beaver are included
in the new spring shades for gloves, and
there is a demand for black chevrette
iid with a color, such as red, yellow or
white.
Mrs. Custer has it as a proud boast
that she was the first woman in this
country to shoot a buffalo. She'd need
to travel a long way now to get a shot
at one in its wild state.
Peasant girdles of every description
fancy suspenders, sashes and flats of
ribbon are seen on almost every gown,
The girdle has gradually crept up to the
chin, the long sharp points finishing
just below the collar and narrowing to
a belt beneath the arms.
Ludder-like side panels, striped with
velvet or ribbon, are noticeable ; some-
times bands run about the toot of the
skirt in front and are brought up on
each side in graduated lengths, each.
one finished with an ornament or a.
small rosette. Jabots, slashed sides and
plated panels are introduced on many
of the dresses.
The fashionable style of coiffure is a
low and loose chignon. The hair is
drawn back from the temples and coiled
at the back ; itis fastened with a high
and narrow comb, which is useful for
holding up the small capote. In front,
the hair is either rolled up from the fore-
over the brow,
A lovely street dress is of gray broad-
cloth and bengaline to match: It is
made with a yoke, and the seamless
waist has a Russian skirt which is de-
tached. Rather wide gold braid out-
lines the yoke and forms a girdle. The
skirt part of the body is unlined and un-
finished as the dress mentioned above,
and the sleeves are also full and low.
Wyoming women are to vote for
President at the next national election,
and are seriously endeavoring to fit
themselves for a trust which they be-
lieve to be important. The women of
Cheyenne have organized a league club
addresses and discussions bearing on
topics of national interest which may
help them to vote honestly and intelli--
gently.
The princes. e form of skirt, the ele-
gance of which depends upon its sim-
plicity and cut, has brought into favor
the small vest, which is short round like
the Spanish jacket of velvet, trimmed
with passementerie, garnished with little
balls ; or, square of blue cloth, finished
with black braid, or bordered with a
flat ;galloon, like the elegant Turkish
braid, a military fantasy, appreciated
for its originality.
A handsome toilet for an elderly
woman is of black and salmon peau de
soie. Down the back of the body is a
box plait which looks as though it were
put on, but in reality is formed by cut-
ting the middle breadth large enough to.
admit of its being folded over. Jet out-
lines the seams and a girdle of the same
reaches almost to the kmees in front.
The sleeves are shirred on the outside,
not sewed in as most sleeves are. As
will be seen from the description of this
gown the tendency at present is to cut
the waists of dresses with as few seams
as possible.
The girl who wears a blouse this sum-
mer often complicates it somwhat with
ribbon straps over the shoulders. Some-
times she fixes them bretelle-wise, and
sometimes the crosses them back and
front. Sometimes she starts them from
a point at the waist in front, under a sil-
ver horseshoe, and lets them fetch up or
down at a point in the waist behind.
Whatever their arrangement, they are
quite as apt to contrast in color with the
blouse as to agree with it, and to make
a piquant, sometimes a startling bit of
decoration. Wise girls consider the ef-
fect of black velvet ribbon before they
experiment with anything less safe and
sure.
Suggestions for cotton gowns are
plentiful and the woman who cannot
get an idea from one of the following
descriptions is certainly hard to please :
One was a gingham, white and pale
lavender in stripes, about a quarter of
an inch wide. The skirt was made in
three pieces. There was the bell skirt,
with a narrow ruffle about the bottom.
Over this there were two deep flounces,
reaching from the waist to the middle of
the skirt and from the middle to the foot
respectively. The upper flounce was
rather scant and did not give the balloon
appearance so much dreaded. It was
scarcely more full than the skirt itself
would have been. Both flounces were
trimmed with white imitation guipure
lace. The waist was lined with soft,
white sateen. In the back it was laid
in folds half an inch wide from the
shoulders to the waist Jine. The front
was full in the middle, gathered at the
neck and at the waist line. Guipure
lace simulated a zouave jacket on the
sides. A black velvet girdle trimmed
the lower edge of the bodice and formed
loops and bows in the back. The very
full sleeves had bows of black velvet 2
perched on the shoulders.
Next comes a plain, rather dull blue
chambray, made in a very simple style.
There is a deep , round yoke of white
with dull blue figures. Two ruffles of
the same material outlines this yoke
and the blue chambray is laid beneath
it in overlapping folds. The skirt is
made in the prevailing style with a
ruffle of figured goods about the foot.
Another simple summer gown. It is.
of brown gingham with a plain skirt,
full blouse waist gathered on to a mod-
erately deep yoke of embroidery and
belted with brown velvet. The skirt is
trimmed with a deep, old fashioned
double box-plaiting.
head, or a small cluster of frizzles falls.
and propose to study, talk, and listen to
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