Democratic, Waldo
Bellefonte, Pa., June 17, 1892
“WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN.
“When my ship comes in,’ runs the young
man’s song.
“What brave thing shall I do. i
With the strength of my wealth and the joy-
ous throng
Of friends stout hearted and true.”
He watches and waity ‘neath storm and sun
By the shore of his life’s broad sea,
And. the days of his youth are quickly run,
Yet never a sail spies he.
“ y ship has gone down !” in soberer strain
Sings the man, and to duty turns.
He forgets the is his toil and pain,
And no longer his young hope burns.
Yet Bain by the shore he stands grown old
With the course of his years well sp ent,
And gazing out on the deep—behold
A dim ship landward bent !
No banner she flies, no sons are borne
From her decks as she nears the land ;
Silent with sail all somber and torn.
She is safe at last by the strand.
And lo! To the man’s old age she has brought
Not the treasure he thought to win,
But honor, content and love—life wrought,
And he cries, “Has my ship come in ?”
—M. A. de Wolfe Howe.
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HOW WE HUNG RED SHED,
Where or bow he had dug up the
name of Shed no one knew or cared, I
reckon. But his big, red, round face,
heavy red beard and brickdust hair
plainly have to answer for the first
part of his name. He was a big, stupid
and heavy man, with a low, soft voice,
and a kindly manner, with very little
to say. He did not use a jack knife to
whittle dry goods boxes and hitching
posts like most men when loafing about
the door of the saloon, but stood with
hig big heavy legs wide apart, his
broad shoulders stooped and his hands
thrust deep into his pockets, as if on
the deck of a ship.
Sid Berry, his partner, had a pack
train and a big, burley wife with a jaw
like a wolf trap. She could ride a
mule;as well as a Mexican could, and
thal meant that she could swear terri-
bly. No one knew where Berry and
the woman came from. In fact, no-
body knew or cared to know where
anybody came from. We all had tum-
bled in there together when the gold
was found—a long line of us on our
way, from California, through the wild-
ernese to Idaho. We had found gold
by chance one day about noon, and be-
fore night we had a “city” staked off
and every man, the big woman includ-
ed, had a lot and a mining claim. We
did not know where we were ; we only
knew that we were several hundred
miles from the nearest white habitation
That we were a lawless mob, and so
must have law and order; a recorder
to record claims and town lots, a judge
ment and a sheriff to endure it,
And s0 one night, by the light of a
great pine knot fire in the centre of the
¥eity square,” the men and the woman
met and elected Mr. Goodwin, now a
rich and respected wholesale merchant
in San Francisco, recorder. Tom
Hound, the butcher, was elected sheriff
and the writer of this judge.
Shed had a big, woolly, black dog
devoted to him, and that woman was
devoted to him, too, We boys all
saw this very scon. Where there is
only about one woman and a half to
several hundred men the boys are apt
to see what is up.
The pack train was oft soon for The
Dalles, 200 miles distant. Berry, his
big wife, Shed, the big woolly dog and
all together. In a month the caravan
came back all right, and we had a
graveyard started up on the hill, too,
for we had taken some whisky with us
from California.
After a time the pack train started
for The Dalles again, Berry, his big
wife, Red Shed, the woolly dog and
all.
One morning four miners met the
pack train about half way from The
Dalles, as they were coming back to
Canyon City with horses loaded with
supplies. The big woman rode the
bell mule at the head of the patk train
and swore lustily at the men and their
laden horses for not getting out of her
way faster. Behind the pack train
came Red Shed shuffling along; lead-
ing hie horse and with head held down.
The dog was not to beseen and Berry
was not in sight, either.
But as they crossed a spur of the
mountain and came toa creek they
saw off to the right, or rather the first
bend, old woolly howling dismally by
the edge of a thicket. The dog did not
seem to gee them or notice them, but
would start on after the pack train,
then stop and howl, as if to tell the big
woman and Red Shed that they had
forgotten something.
So when the dog, after howling a
minute or so, turned about and ran
back into the thicket, one of the men
handed his bridle to the miner nearest
him in the trail and, gun in hand, went
to see what was up.
There lay Berry in the edge of the
bush dead, shot through the head. his
hair all blood and his torn" clothes all
dust from having been dragged there.
The men wrote everything dswn in a
little note book with a pencil, so that
there could be no mistake about the
facts, and then, having nothing to dig |
a grave with, they found a hollow
place not far off on the hiflside and
laid the bedy there, covering it with a
heap of stones:
They said nothing when they got
back till the pack train came in, Shed
the big woman, the big woolly dog
too.
The next day after the pack train
got back Tom Hound the sheriff, call-
ed at the big woman's camp. She was
washing a pair of blankets and the
water was bloody. She told Hound
that Shed had killed an antelope and
tied it while yet warm on the top of his
pack.
Where was Berry ? Oh, Berry and
she had divided up at The Dalles ; he
he had gone his way, and she had
come her way, “and that is all there is
of that |”?
Her fingers snapped in the air, she
tossed her big head as she turned on
her big heel and her jaws snapped like
a steel tray.
Hound found Shed, the shadowy old
dog at his heels, out on the hill with
the mules... His feet wide apart, his
hands deep in his pookets, and his
head bent Po he was watching a lit-
tle colony of ants re-forming their cur-
ious little city. A mule had set its
foot into this ant hill, and the big man,
with head down, was so busy, so sorry,
a8 he watched them, that he did not
see or hear Hound till his hand was
on his shoulder.
“All right, Tom ; only let me lead
the mules down to water and sorter
hurry 'em up a bit.”
The trial was held in the city square
that night by the light of a big log
fire. And the dog was surely the on-
ly friend that Red Shed had.” The big
woman was not there. Why she was
not then a prisoner on trial also does
seem sirange—pasciug sirange. But
ah, those were the days when women
had women’s rights to perfection. For
after the trial and the sentence of
death had been passed—and all rather
hastily, so that the boys might not lose
any sleep, but be up in good time to
see the hanging—the court on his way
to his cabin saw her “placidly” taking
down a pair of blankets from the
clothes line. Hoa
Hound worked all night and got up
a first rate scaffold by the little grave:
yard. In fact. any one to look at it
would have said it was equal to the
scaffolds of a much older civilization.
“Bout noon suit you, Shed 2”
“All right, Tom ; ’bout noon.”
“Thought I'd kinder like to let the
boys git in from round about. They
don’t have much to 'muse 'em, you
know.”
“All right, Tom ; let ’em git in.”
It was a warm day to be so latein
fall. There were four of us on the
scaffold—She, Hound, the dog and
myself. Shed had sent Hound to ask
me to say something or at least help
sing. But it was awful to be there!
The dog kept rolling his big woolly
head up against Shed’s tied St and
whining and whining all the time, as
as if it were he and not quiet and pas-
sive old Red Shed that was to be
hanged.
There was an immense crowd; a
queer, curious crowd. It came up so
close that it jammed against the new
scaffold till it creaked and creaked.
The men, as I remember them mow,
nearly all had their mouths open as
they looked upat us. I distinctly re-
call looking away down in one man’s
throat. I counted his teeth as I stood
there, and tried to keep from thinking
and breaking down. Some Indians
sat on a hill a little way off watching
us. And Waymire, now one of the big
lawyers of San Francisco, sat on his
horse, with his soldiers not far beyond
watching the Indians; for Waymire
was then a distinguished young officer
in the army.
There was a little commotion close
by, and the scaffold again creaked as
a tall, lank, sunburned and slender
man, all rags and hats and shoes, with
an ox whip under his arm, pushed the
dog aside, and stepping to the very
edge of the scaffold said speedily:
“Scuse me, gentlemen, my steers is
straid, and I thought that some of you
a-comin’ into the hangin’ might a-seen
‘em a ballface and a brindle ; emigrant
steers, purty poor steers, but all me an’
my folkes bave got and I’ve got to find
‘em. Didn't see ’em nobody ? Two
steers, two emigrant steers; a ballface
andaa brindle?”
No one spoke. The man whose
teeth I had been counting shut up
shop for a moment, and I managed to
get my eyesaway from him and off to
the dusty old emigrant who was about
backing down from the gcaffold to the
ground. Now, the way he spoke told
me he was a sort of a preacher, or ex-
borter, at least. I whispered this to
Hound :
“I say, chip ie here. All right,
Shed, eh ?” 2
“All right, Tom, let em chip,”
The lank man let his hat fall down
by the dog and his knees fell on the hat
with a thump. Then Hound wanted
to kneel too, for he did not like his job,
[can tell you that but his right hand
was holding on to the gnarly and
twisted noose, and he knew better than
let go of it. So he looked at Shed and
said 1”
“You don’t mind, Shed 1”
“I don’t mind, Tom.”
And so he putthe noose around the
man’s neck, and he kindly looked and
waited a second to see if it was all
right.
“Hurt ve, Shed 2”
“No, don’t hurt;
Tom.”
And then Tom went down on his
knees, and the boys bowed their heads
and cried. You could hear them cry.
Why, the very old dog seem to feel the
atmosphere of pity and the pathos of
the scene. .
But lec us end this, The old emi-
grantarose; his Lat lay before him and
Hound stooped to pick ii up.
“Give us that hat,” saida husky
voice below,
Hound handed down the hat.
“ ‘Bout done, Tom?” whispered
Shed.
“ ‘Bout done, Shed, just a minute
now.” answered Tom, as he raised
up with his hat heavy from the collec
tion. Shed saw this and said :
“Tom.”
“Well, Shed 2’
“Lend me a dollar, till, till—"
“Why, Shed, here I'll chip in for
both, see ?”’
“Thank yer, Tom. An’ now Tom."
“Well, Shed ?"”
“Ye'll see me put away, eh 2”
“Why, there, see ? That's the grave
all ready, Shed.”
“Thank yer, Tom, thank yer, an’
I'm all ready:
Then such a crash and jerk! The
dog sprang down to the ground and be-
gan to howl, and the men fell back and
down as if shot by grapeshot and can-
ister,
Around and around swung the huge
and heaving body, and then it sudden-
ly stopped, stopped right still, and with
the face lifted and the head a little
sidewise, it looked at Tom Hound and
don’t hurt now,
I; looked black at us, you may say,
but not unkindly, for only two or three
seconds, yet it seemed years, for no one
had thought of the black cap.
Then suddenly it began to twist and
whirl and wind the other way, and we
two tumbled back and down to the
ground as best we could, for fear that
we might faint,
I left Hound to finish his work alone
and set out on a long, circuitous walk
over the hills to try and shake off the
nightmare of this miserable day on my
way home. I satdown on a bowlder
for half a mile above the town and ris-
ing up and looking back, as one always
will after a day like this, only then I
saw the huge and shadowy old dog. I
went home hastily, but more than
once the old dog bumped his huge,
bowed head against my heels,
The next morning I found him lying
close by my door, and he put out his
nose a little, licked his tongue out just
‘he least bit, as if he ne to say that
‘his brave old heart was broken, but
he did’t whine at all
Of course I couldn’t stand the dog at
all, andso I went to Hound. After
some muttering and sullen protest
‘against my request that he should
‘take the dog to the woman, he finally
put a tow string around his huge neck
ig we to togetherled him to her ca-
in.
She came tearing out like a wild
beast—a kettle of hot water in one
handand a knife in the other, and
oaths enough mm her mouth to sink a
ship.
on have hung an innocent man 1”
she shrieked, as she hurled the boiling
water at Hound.
“Then who killed Berry ?” I shouted
back over my shoulder from a safe
distance.
“I killed him and I'll kill you, you
devil!” She was frenzied with rage,
but we were out of her way.
“Have to hang another one, Tom,
“I said finally after we had walked to
his butcher shop in silence.
He tied the dog back by his bunk
and patted his bowed old head for a
long time. Then he came out and up
to me and said sharply: “Not
much.”
“Well, what will we do ?'
“What will we do? Keep our damn
mouths shut and do nothing, That's
what we’lldo. Didn’t yon know afore
that Shed was a-dyin’ for her? Well I
did, an’ that's why I kinder took to
Shed an’ tried to make his hangin’
easy like. He was willin’ to die for her,
an’ he did die for her, an’ that settles
ju?
Hound had thrown these words off
from him as from hie shoulder with his
big sledge-hammer right hand, and I
simply said, half to him and half to
myself, as I went back to my cabin, in
a sort of echo. “That settles 1t.”’
And next morning the break of day,
a big woman with a big bell mule, with
a bunch of grass stuffed in the mule’s
bell, rode out quietly out of camp on
her way to The Dalles. The pack
train stole quietly on after, followed by
a tramp picked up forthe occasion.
And all so still.
Then Tom and I went to the carpen-
ter and had a pretty cross and a head-
board made for the new grave on the
hill, and Tom took the dog along to see
us put them up.
What became of the woman ? Well,
now, I don’t like to say anything hard
of any woman, or record any woman's
decline or fall. But the last beard of
her she was keeping a boarding house
for congressmen in Washington. It is
hard to stop when once on the down-
ward road.—Joaquin Miller in San
Francisco Wasp.
Goop Looks.—Good looks are more
than skin deep, depending upon a
healthy condition of all the vital organs.
If the Liver be inactive, you have a
Bilious Look, if your stomach be disord-
ed you have a Dyspeptic Look and if
your Kidneys be affected you havea
Pinched Look. Secure good health and
you will have good looks. Electric Bit-
ters is the great alterative and Tonic
acts directly on these vital organs. Cures
Pimples, Blotches, Boils and gives a
good complexion. Sold at Parrish’s
Drugstore, 50c. per bottle.
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The King of the Rustlers Dead.
Shot Down by a Posse Near Sinking Water
Creek.
ARLAND, Wyo. June 11.--Jack
Bliss, the king of the Rustlers, was kill-
ed on the 4th inst., on the south fork of
Sinking water creek, by Deputy Sheriff
Irey, of Arland, and a posse. Bliss
was barricaded in a stone fortress and
supplied himselt with food by pillaging
miner's cabins. The officers took him
unawages.
Bliss'was a notorious Rustler. Five
weeks ago he was captured after a des-
erate struggle and jailed at Lander,
yo at escaped by knocking down
and disarming his jailer, and has since
been a terror to cattle men.
AAR A ESS ET,
——Mr. Feeder —“This vest wants
to be a little larger around the waist,
Schneider.”
Schneider— But it fits you perfectly
now, sir.”
Mr. Feeder-—*I know it fits all right
now, but I am ordering this suit to wear
at dinners !”’
——Hon. W. V. Lucas, Ex-State
Auditor of Iowa, says: “I have used
Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy in my
family and have no hesitation 1n saying
it is an excellent remedy. I believe all
that is claimed for it. Persons afflicted
by a cough or cold will find it a friend”
There is no danger from whooping
cough when this remedy is freely given
25 and 50 cent bottles for sale by Frank
P. Green.
—— Every tissue of the body, every
nerve, bone and muscle is made strong-
er and more healthy by taking Hood's
Sarsaparilla.
mer r—
——Isn't that Flyoff? How does
he happen to beat large? I thought
he was insane,”
“No. Haven't you
man he stabbed got well.”
heard ? The
Great Floods of History.
Awful Destruction in Holland in the Seventeenth
Century— The Torrent in the Oil Creek Valley
Not Equal to that which Swept Through the
Conemaugh. But it Deserves a Place in the Re-
cord of the Great Disasters.
The terrivle flood in the north western
section of this State, while rot as ap-
palling as the calamity at Johnstown,
still it takes its place among the historic
floods, as death by flood from the
Noachian deluge to the present has
been ever a factor in human life and a
matter of dread tradition. Holland,
lying below the level of the sea, has
been particularly unfortunate in the
matter of floods, ~ At Dort, 72 villages
and over 100,000 people were destroyed
on April 17, 1421, while in a general
inundation of Holland in 1630 upwards
of 400,000 people lost their lives.
These deluges were caused by the break-
ing of the dikes, and the sea called the
Zuyder Zee, formed in 1421, has only
been partially reclaimed. These inun-
dations by the sea, while most disas-
trous, are hardly comparable to the
floods from the rivers. In 1483 the
Severn in Great Britain overflowed for
10 days, covering the tops of the hills,
thousands were drowned and the waters
settled upon the lands, being known af-
terward as the Great Waters. At
Dantzig, in 1829, the Fistula broke
through the dikes and many hundreds
were drowned. A large part of Zealand
was over flowed in 1717, and about 1,-
300 lost their lives. In 1802, Lorca, a
city in Murcia, Spain, was destroyed by
the collapse of a reservoir and 1,000 per-
sons were drowned. In 1818, by an
overflow of the Danube, 2,000 Turkish
soldiers, encamped on an Island, were
swept to instant death. During the
same storm 6,000 inhabitants of Silesia
were drowned and the ruin of the
French army under MacDonald accen-
tuated by the floods. In Poland 4,000
lives were lost by this flood.
FRANCE A SUFFERER.
France has on numerous occasions suf-
fered severely from floods. Its rivers
have overflowed their banks at intervals
for centuries back, causing great loss of
life and damage to property. The
Loire flooded the centre and southwest
of France by an unexpected rise in Oc-
tober, 1846, and while the people suc-
ceeded in escaping to a great extent,
damages aggregating over $20,000,000
Ten years latter the South of France
was again subjected to an inundation
and an immense lose sustained. A
large part of Toulouse was destroyed by
a rising of the Garonne in June, 1875.
So sudden and disastrous was the fiood
that the inhabitants were taken un-
awares and over 1,000 lost their lives.
Awful inundations occurred in France
from October 31 to November 4, 1840:
The Saone poured its waters into the
Rhone, broke through its banks and
covered 60,000 acres. Lyons was al-
most entirely submerged, in Avignon
100 houses were swept away, 213 houses
were carried away at La Guilloticre and
upward of 300 at Voise, Marseilles and
hi It was the greatest height the
Saone had attained for 238 years. At
Besseges, in the South of France, a wa-
terspout in 1861 destroyed the machin-
ery of the mines and sent a torrent over
the edge of the pit like a cataract. The
gas exploded, and hundreds of men and
boys were buried below. It was a pe-
culiar casualty, in not having been
caused by any of the ordinary occasions
of floods.
A thousand lives were lost in Mucia,
Spain, by inundations in 1879.
India has been the scene of numer-
ous floods. In 1861, a deluge over-
whelmed the fertiledistricts of Ben-
gal, killing hundreds and plunging
the survivors into the direst pov-
erty. Famine and pestilence follow-
ed, carrying thousands away like cattle.
1taly has not been exempt from the
devastation of the waters. On Decem-
ber 28 and 29, 1870, Rome suffered
great less, and in October, 1872, the
northern portions of the kingdom were
visited by great floods. There have
been innumerable smaller inundations,
GREAT BRITAIN’S LOSS.
Great Britain has a long list of inun-
dations. It is recorded that in the year
245 the sea swept over Lincolnshire and
submerged thousands of acres. In the
year 355 over 3,000 persons were drown-
ed in Cheshire from the same cause,
Four hundred families were destroyed
in Glasgow in the year 738 by a great
flood. The coast of Kent was similar-
ly afilicted in 1100, and the immense
bank still known as the Godwin Sands
formed by the action of the sea. In
1686,it is recorded, a rock opened at
Yorkshire. and poured out water to the
height of a church steeple. This is the
most curious in the record of floods.
Another inundation caused by the fail-
ing of artificial devices occurrred in St.
Germains, near King’s Lynn. May
4-15, 1852. 1t was caused by the burst-
ing of an outfall sluice and occasioned a
great loss to property in that section of
the country. ln 1866 the north of Eng-
land was visited extensively by floods,
and in July. October and November of
1875, the midland and western counties
were partially submerged with a consid-
erable loss of life, The following year
was a disastsous one in both France and’
Holland.
DISASTERS IN AMERICA.
The inundation of the Ohio and Mis-
sissippi at different times have caused
great destruction of property, and at
times of life. New Orleans was flooded
May 12, 1849, 160 squares 1,600 houses
being submerged. The White moun-
tains in New Hamshire were inundated
by a deluge of rain after two yoars of
drought, in 1816. Several valleys were
complete under water. Trees and
whole forests were torn from the ground
it is written, and were washed with the
torrents down the mountain side.
One of the best known American dis-
asters by flood was that of Mill River,
near Northampton, Mass., on May 16,
1874. A number of villages were de. |
stroyed through the bursting of an ill- |
constructed reservoir, but only 144 lives
were lost. In the same year the rivers
of Western Penusylvania overflowed
their banks as a result of an unusual |
fall of rain, and 220, persons were |
drowned. The next flood of importance |
was that in the Conemaugh Valley. !
Since that time there have been great
floods in Mexico by which hundred of
lives were lost and disastrous floods in
all parts of the world. In June, 1889,
6,000 lives were lost in Kwangtung,
while in August nearly 5,000 were lost
in the Province of Wahasyama,
Japan. Last summer a cloudburst in
Botzen, Austria, destroyed hundreds ot
lives, in Southern Spain, and over 2,000
lives are believed to have been lost.
The recent lose of life in the West
along the courses of the Missouri and
Mississippi bring the list of disaster up
to the present.
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A Jar of Batter.
She was one of those sassy women
that knows more in a minute than a
man knows in seventy hundred and
eighty-four years, and she kept it con-
stantly on display. It was about 10
o'clock in the morning when she bus-
tled into a family grocery on Third
avenue and approached an innocent
looking, sandy haired clerk with a
stub pencil over his ear.
“Is there butter in this jar?” She
inquired, tapping the vessel with her
toe.
“Yes, madam,” affirmed the clerk.
“I thought so,” she said. “I can
tell a butter jar instinctively.”
“Yes'm,” the clerk acquiesced,
“Is it sweet 2”
“Yes'm,’
“Where is it from? Western Re-
serve?"
“No'm.”
“No?’|and her feathers drooped a
little. “From Michigan I suppose?”
“Yes'm.”
She smiled with satisfaction,
“I thought it must be,” she confess
ed. ’'Tisn’t fresh, of course; butter
never is when it is put up in jars.”
“No'm,” admitted the clerk. “It
was made last fall.” :
“Goodness me,” she exclaimed.
“All that time and you say it is sweet
yet?’
“Yes'm, we guarantee it.”
“Tisn’t worth quite so much as if
it was fresh, 1s it ?”’ she asked with a
boarding house accent.
“No’'m.”
“What is the price of it ?’,
“A dollar a gallon, ma'am.”
She jumped as if a mouse had bitten
er.
“A dollar a gallon I” she exclaimed.
“I never heard of selling butter by the
gallon.”
“We always sell that kind of but-
ter by the gallon, ma’am,” said the
clerk with guileless gravity.
“What kind ot butter is it?” she
asked in a less confident tone.
“Apple butter, ma’am,” and the
clerk bowed his sandy head and wait-
ed for the storm.
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Food at the North Pole.
The Eskime Never Steals Anything and Provi-
sion Are safe.
There is no trouble about living in
the polar regions except lack of food
supply. No danger exists that the
provisions once placed would be dis-
turbed. Among the people who dwell
in those frozen regions a cache is sac-
red. Nothing short of starvation will
compel a native to interfere with one,
and even in such a case he leaves pay-
ment behind for what he takes. Snow
shoes and extra clothing are hung up
in the open airin summer, and are as
safe as the accoutrements which city
people “hang up’ at their uncle’s dur-
ing the warm season.
Seal oil is buried in the grousd in
bags of skin. Meat is heaped upon
platforms built among trees, which are
peeled of bark in order to keep bears
from climbing up them. Little sticks
with sharp points upward are buried in
the ice to distract the attention of the
bears from the provisions overiead.
Another kind of a cache isin the shape
of a strong peu, the main supports of
which are standing tree, with brush
and logs piled on top to keep out wild
animals. During the salmon catching
season in arctic Alaska the heads of
the fish are cut oft and put into a hole
in the ground. When they are half
putrified they are dug and eaten, being
esteemed a great delicacy.
How She Heeded His Words.
“Remember, dear,” said the vener-
able father as he sent his youngest and
most petted daughter away to boarding
school, “that all my hopes are now
centered on you. Remember in all
your struggles for intellectual supre-
macy your triumphs, your defeats, and
your temptations, that a good name is
rather to be chosen than great riches.”
“I will, father,” replied the weeping
girl, and the train bore her away.
Will it be believed that three years
later that girl married a man who bore
the villainous name of Gandershanks ?
— Chicago Tribune.
——A MisTakeN FemaLe.—Two
gentlemen in the orchestra, Mr. Man-
hattan Beach and Mr. Uptown Gay-
boy, are disputing about their opera
glass. Each one claims to have the
best.
Mr. Gayboy—I can count the wrin-
kles in the face of that old woman in
in the box up there.
Mr. Beaeh—And I can count her
gray hairs with mine.
The lady inthe box observed that
the two gentlemen were looking at her,
80 with a gratified smile she said to a
friend at her side:
“A handsome woman always attracts
attention.”
——
——When I began using Ely’s
Cream Balm my catarrh was so bad I
had hendache the whole time and dis-
charged a large amount of filthy metter.
That has almost entirely disappeared
and I have not had headache since.—.J.
H. Summers, Stephney, Conn-
~—Heler Hyler—I have to be very
economical now ; I’m on a salary.
Jack Lever—You mean an allow-
ance ; one has to work for a salary.
Helen—Oh, I have to work hard
enough to get it out of papa ! :
~——Falsehood is a head that covers
many crooked heads.
I
The World of Women.
White muslin dresses trimmed with
black lace come under the head of
“summer novelties,’
Most of the outing dresses of storm
serge are furnished with facinating rib-
bon or velvet suspenders
Alsatian bows of 1ush green spread
across the brim of a white leghorn,
which droops beneath a cluster of hop
blooms.
Very high effects of puffed hair, with
the wavy part of the front hair drawn
up over these puffs by being held up by
small ornamental combs, are now seen.
Mrs. Huggins, wife of the English as-
tronomer, is a most able assistant to her
husband in his astronomical labors, and
keeps a record for herself of her obser-
vations.
In gloves, the shades of fawn and
beaver are much worn. Short gloves
are still in favor for tailor made gowns,
while long ones are relegated to evening
Wear.
There are very elegant and expensive
leather trimmings in the market. Some
of these are in tan and others in light
tints. They are made on tinted or
chamois leather.
Sleeveless Eton jackets are a feature
of tennis suits over shirt waists of white
or vivid red surah or fancy striped china
silk. The full English skirt worn last
summer is tabooed, and the bell skirt is
chosen,
The woman who cannot afford a ster-
ling silver handle on her sunshade op
umbrella may be comforted, for the
costly things are as heavy to carry as
muskets. Bettera light bamboo stick
every time.
It is well to remember that the dust
cloths slightly moistened and afterward
shaken out of doors, are much mora
sanitary than feather dusters, the use
of which drives the dust from one loca-
tion only to settle upon another,
Many white dresses for summer are
made over yellow silk with wide yellow
sashes at the belt, or yellow silk girdles.
Spanish yellow ribbons of either silk or
velvet are used as a garniture for cream
white wool gowns or those of soft silk.
To almost every face a wavy effect of
the hair at the sides is becoming. A
new way of arranging the hair is to
have the short, curly bang parted in
the middle. The back hair is waved
at the sides, braided and drawn up upon
the head in a long, narrow coil.
The crown of the Queen of Great
Britain and Ireland, made in 1838, has
been estimated to be of the value of $1,
500,000. Tt weighs nearly two pounds
and contains more than 3,000 precious
stones of which five-sixths are diamonds.
The lower part of the band is a row of
129 pearls, the upper part of 112.
A delightful mixture for perfuming
clothes that are packed away, and
which is said to keep out moths also, is
said to be made as follows: Pound to a
powder one ounce each of cloves, cara-
way seed, nutmeg, mace, cinnamon and
Tonquin beans, and as much orris root
as will equal the weight of the forego-
ing ingredients put together. Little
bags of muslin should be filled with this
mixture and placed among the gar-
ments.
Over the wires this week flashed the
startling news that Miss Francis Wil-
lard has taken up bicycle riding. It
would be more impressive if it had not
been so old. Fully six years ago Miss
Willard on her wheel was a familiar
figure in the highways and byways of
Evanston. She rode morning noon and
night for several weeks until one dark
day she rode down an embankment and
landed at the bottom a confused heap of
woman an bicycle. A broken arm, six
weeks in bed and a general lack of in-
terest in wheels resulted from this ex-
perience. Now, with characteristic
courage, the apostle of temperance will
try again,
Though the clinging sheath skirt is
still in the height of fashion, their is a
strong effort made to considerably en-
large its circumference, and to make it
more elaborate by means of flat tabliers
by inseried panel pieces both on the
skirts to show a pleating beneath; also.
by placing fan pleated trimmings and
passementerie bands up some of the
skirtseams. Puffed borders are also
used with a band of ribbon twisted in
end out. Spanish flounces are put on
very deep and rather full, with a tiny
gathered lace trill as a heading, and an-
other faney for skirt trimming is that of
placing full rosettes of pleated ribbon in
two colors all around the front and side
of the skirt,
A charming gown, both in combina-
tion of color and make. It is made of a
fawn colored vicuna, and the skirt is
edged with one of the popular chenille
ruches of a very full, thick superior
quality in bright brown. Above this is
a broad band of gold braid, which is
outlined with a fanciful design in nar-
row brown braid. The bodice is of the
Russian order, blouse like, fastening
down one side, and trimmed to match
the skirt, whiie the belt is of gold, and
the sleeves have full pufls to the elbows
with a border of brown chenille, and
the gold braided tight fitting under
sleeves. Itisa lovely dress with just
that quiet finish demanded in really
well dressed circles, where incongruous
things in color or shape are not este em-
ed.
Colors in favor this year are all shades
of pale green that verge on gray. Do
not choose the yellow green that looks
hot and must be most sparingly used in
hot weather. Chocolate brown and
greenis a favorite combination and a
good one. Gray ‘always needs some
other tone in combination to give it
character. Bluish gray is detestable
and brings out all the sallowness of a
sallow person, but if gray you must
have, and in the right shade it is most
becoming, take that with the greenish
shade. Itshould be trimmed with eith-
er dark gray, brown or black. Never
mingle pink with the cold gray. It is
| & mistake commonly made, but nothing
can be more crude. Pink and black
are liked together this year and pale
yellow is popular, as is pale yellow with
deep orange. With a little black, such
& combination gives a rich effect.
——-The man who looks at every-
thing through money never: sees very
far.
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