Bellefonte, Pa., Aug. 26, 1892
OLD TIMES, OLD FRIENDS, OLD
LOVE.
There are no days like the good old days—
The days when we were youthful !
When humankind were pure of mind
And speech and deeds were truthfu! ;
Before a love for sordid gold
Became man’s ruling passion,
And before each dame and maid became
Slaves to the tyrant fashion !
There are no girls like the good old girls—
Against the world I’d stake ’em !
As buxom and smart and clean of heart
As the Lord knew how to make em !
Tres mee Fioh in Spisit and common sense,
nd piety all supportin :
They 2a an brew; and had taught
school, too. J
And they made the likeliest courtin’ !
There are no boys like the good old boys—
When we were boys together !
When the grass was sweet to the brown bare
eet
That dimpled the laughing heather ;
When the pewee sung to the summer dawn
Of the bze in the billowy clover,
Or down by the mill the whip-poor-will
Echoed his night song over.
There is no love like the good old love—
The love that mother gave us! i
We are old, old men yet we pine again
For that precious grace—God save us!
So we dream and dream of the good old
times,
And our hearts grows tenderer, fonder,
As those dear old dreams bring socthing
ort! leams i dg
eaven away off yonder.
yoy — Eugene Field.
NO COWARD AFTFR ALL
Nobody had ever regarded Janie as
much of a heroine. Indeed, she had
never even viewed herself in that light.
If Guy had been asked about it, he
would have declared without a mo-
ment’s hesitation that Janie was the
most cowardly girl he had ever seen.
The sight of a mouse would frighten
her almost into hysterics, and when
Guy threw a little caterpillar into her
lap one time, she fainted dead away
and came near being seriously ill after-
wards. But people that knew this
didn’t know all about Janie yet.
She didn’t look like a heroine in the
least, She was thin and awkward:
looking—just after her most awkward
age, said her mother, who felt sure
that Janie would be a handsome and
graceful girl some day. Her hair was
brown and was always braided down
her back, affording Guy a convenient
handle to pull her around by, which
he did at least a dozen times a day.
Her face was freckled, and Guy was al-
ways remined of a guinea-egg when he
saw her, which led hun to cry “pot-rack;
pot-rack !"” in imitation of that unmu-
sical barnyard fowl.
In short Janie was not very pretty,
but was very good tempered ; otherwise
there would have been war between her
and Master Guy every day. They
were cousing, of about the same age,
and the farm house at which they lived
was tbe home of Janie’s father’ and
mother, Mr. and Mrs. Gerald.
It was a lovely old place,—~ihat Ger-
ald farmhouse. The quaint stone house
was very old, and great elm and wal
nut trees stood around it with their long
branches reaching like protecting arms
clear over the roof. All about the
wide porches rose and honeysuckle
vines ran riot, and the yard was filled
with beds of old-fashioned pinks and
lilac bushes, with mignonettee and
sweet alyssum sprinkled in between
them. On every side of the farmhouse
stretched the fields, most of them just
shading off from green into gold, for it
was early summer, and the wheat would
soon be ready te harvest.
“Guy, come go with me to mamma's
room. I want a book that I left there
to-day,” said Janie coaxingly, oa one
particular night, which led Guy to ex-
claim with his superior air:
“My, my, Janie! I wouldn’t be such |
a coward as you are! Afraid of the
dark !
And he stalked up stairs as though
nothing in the world could put him to
flight, and then pretended to see some-
thing terrible in the hall and went scur-
rying down stairs with poor Janie cling:
ing to him, and burst out laughing af
terwards because he had succeeded in
frightening her. Oh, he wasa dread
ful fellow, this Guy !
It was the very next day that Mr.
Gerald came hurrying home from town
with a telegram. Mrs. Gerald’s sister
was very ill, and had sent for her to
come and see her once more before
she passed away.
“What am I tc do?” exclaimed Mre.
Gerald, as they all stood beside her.
“Poor Bettie! I know I oughtto go,
but I can’t go alone, and what's to be
done with the children ?"
“I'll go with mother,” said Mr. Ger-
ald decisively, “The children can get
along for a day or two, and I'll be back
by that time.”
“But Janie 18 such a coward,” objec-
ted the mother. [There it was again.
Everybody called her a coward.]
“Well, Guy can go over and get Mrs,
Peters to come od stay until we come
back. Hurry and get ready, mother.
It is three miles to the station, and we
must catch that 6 o'clock train.”
So Mrs. Gerald got ready, talking all
the time and telling Guy and Janie
how to manage everything in her ab-
sence, and in course of fifteen or twen-
ty minutes Janie and Guy stood 'in the
door and watched them driving briskly
down the long lane thatled to the ‘bi,
gate,” and then tothe country road be:
yond. And then, all at once, the place
seemed wonderfully lonely and still, Ja-
nie did not remember ever to have felt
80 lonely ia her life.
“Well, if you aren't crying!” ex-
claimed Guy sharply. ‘What a baby
you are, Janie. Nobody could hire me
to be; a girl, Silly things, afraid, of
their own shadows!” ;
After which he strolled off down to
barn, leaving Janie to cry her ory out.
“Haven't you started for Mrs. Peters
vei?! asked Janie, half an hour after-
wards, when he came in whistling.
“No, ma'am !'” he answered in his
most. provoking manner. “I'm not go-
ing over. there till I get my evening
work done up, Has your ladyship any
further orders ?”
very thing Janie had been most anx-
‘very elegant and very massive,
little gal, an’ hand it down to me:”
‘the side.
Oh, Guy, please go!” begged Janie.
“Tt will be dark pretty soon, and I'll
have to stay here all alone till you get
back. (Please go right away, Guy !”
“I'm not going till I get ready,” said
Master Guy, not crossly, but just be-
cause he could say it,and he liked to
annoy Janie when he could. It
was for this same reason, perhaps, that
he dawdled about the work, taking
twice as long as usual ; and the sum-
mer twilight was setting in before he
finally started off, whistling as he went,
Janie stood in the door, straining her
eyes to watch the boyish figure, swing-
ing lightly along the path that led by a
“near way" through the orchard and
across the woodlot. She realized that
it was growing dark and she was alone
in the great rambling house. The
crickets outside were making the even-
ing musical and the mournful ery of
the whipporwills came up from the
woods and was echoed faintly from the
opposite hills. Overhead the bats
were darting about swiftly and silently
and against the fading red of the sun-
set an owl winged its noiseless way.
When she glanced over her shoulder
into the empty rooms behind her she
could scarcely keep from screaming,
they were so dark and shadowy.
To the credit of her self-control be it
said, however, that she did not scream.
Her heart was faint, but she went in-
side and fastened all the doors and
windows in her mother’s careful way.
Then she went to the kitchen, lighted
the lamp and sat down there with a
book. She chose the kitchen because
her mother spent 80 much of her time
there, and it made her feel as though
her mother were nearer. And so this
brave little heroine who was yet such a
coward, sat there with quaking heart
reading one page over twenty times
and longing for Guy’s return.
It seemed an age to Janie, though it
was probably not more than half an
hour, when she heard a step on the
walk and then on the porch, followed
immediately by a knock on the kitchen
door. That was just Guy’s way, Ja-
nig threw down her book, sprung joy-
ously to the door and flung it wide open,
crying :
“Oh, Guy, have youn come at last ?”
And the great, hard-featured tramp
that stood there stepped quickly inside
and shut the door after him, saying
with a grin:
“Yes'm I've come back at last. Glad
to meet such a warm reception, I'm
sure. Been expectin’ me all day, hain’t
you?"
All the blood in Janie’s body flew to
her heart and left her icy cold. She
thought for a moment that she was dy-
ing, and wondered vaguely what Guy
would think when he came back and
found her dead. But after what seemed
quite an interval, she found herselt
looking straight into the eyes of the
tramp, who was burly and brutal as
one could wish.
“You'll know me next time, I reck-
on,” he said with a hoarse laugh.
“Twon’t pay you to know me too
good. I can tell vou that right now.
Hustle around and git me somethin’ to
eat, an’ be lively about it, too!”
Without a word Janie went to the
cupboard aud began placing the remains
of the supper before him. A loaf of
bread a roll of butter, some fried bacon
and a dish of cold cabbage—that was
the ex®nt ot it. While she was plac
ing the food upon the table his eyes
caught the gleam of the little rare old
silver that had come down to Mrs. Ger-
ald frcm her great grandmother, and
he jumped up and came to the cup-
board.
“Humph | No plate about that!” he
said, weighing some of the epoons in
his hands. “I guess I'll take these
things in out of the cold. Country
folks ain’t got no business eatin’ with
silver. It makes’em feel stuck up.”
And he stowed all the knives and
forks and spo~ns away in his pockets
and in his boot-tops. He was about to
turn away then, when upon the top-
most shelf he caught a glimpse of the
ious to hide from him, a silver tureen,
It bad
been a wedding present to Mrs. Gerald's
grandmother.
“T'11 just take that there soup bowl,”
he remarked. “Mount up on a cheer,
“Oh,” cried Janie, clasping her hands
please don’t take that away! I know
it would break mamma's heart to lose
it! She loves it because it was grand-
ma’s. See there, it has her name on
Don’t take that, please !
“Oh, shut up!” said the tramp gruffly.
*An’ hustle round and see if you can’t
find somethin’ fit for a gentleman to
eat. I never did seesuch poor grab.”
He sat down at the table grumbling,
but Janie did not hustle.” She had
forgotten all about being afraid. She
would have said something very bitter,
but her indignation choked her. With
flashing eyes she watched him, as he
devoured part of the food and threw
the rest of it on the floor.
“Ain't there no milk ?”’ he at last de-
manded. “If there is, fetch it on, an’
be spry about it, do you hear?”
“There's milk, yes,” cried Janie's
ringing voice, for ehe was at last thor-
oughly angry; “but you'll get it your-
self if there's any got. There’s the cel
lar door and you can get what you
want. I won't,”
The tramp looked at her darkly and
fumbled with his knife a minute; but
Janie stood just beside the door. He
knew that if he started toward her she
would be outside in an instant, and
would perhaps give the alarm to any
one passing along the road. He thought
of it a moment, and then taking a can-
dle from the kitchen table and lighting
it, he threw back the'trap door in the
corner of the kitchen and disappeared
down the stairs. :
No sooner had his head and the can-
dle gone from sight around the corner
of the cellar wall than Janie began tug-
ging at thé heavy door.
scarcely Tift it under ordinary circum:
stances, but now she hardly felt its
weight, and it came down with a crash. ||
She heard the tramp running back
and had just time to slip the iron bolt
into the socket when he was there, beat-
and said :
She could |
little girl li
jage tramp, all by yourself, and to run
ing on the door, raining heavy blows
upon it and filling the air with dread-
ful oaths, Janie listened for a moment,
white with terror of her own deed, and
yet her eyes shining with exultation.
Then, opening the door, without even
a backward glance, she fled out into
the night.
The change from the light of the
room made the darkness very intense
for a little while, but she had found her
way half through the orchard before
her eyes became accustomed to the
heavy shadows and the faint starlight.
She was not afraid even then, She
forgot that she had ever been afraid.
of the dark. She was afraid of the rag-
ing, cursing creature that she
had fastened up in the cellar and she
could not have persuaded herself to
stay in the house with him, but she
thought jubilantly that the cellar door
was strong and the windows were barred
with iron. He would never be able to
get out and now she could go and find
Guy. Down through the orchard path,
with the leaves rustling softly overhead,
and with thestarsshining down through
the open spaces. The whipporwills
were calling yet, in tones full of quiet
melancholy. Away down towards
the creek the frogs were chirping in
merry chorus. With such small help-
less creatures as these abroad, nothing
very harmful could be lurking under
the shadows. She could see better now
and so she ran.
Once indeed her heart failed her a
little. It was when she reached the
fence that separated the orchard from
the wood lot, and saw how dark it was
in the thick shadows of those trees. But
it must be done—there was no turning
back to that lonely house with that
raging wild beast in the cellar. And
so she climbed bravely upon the fence
and then down upon the other side.
As she stepped down upon the ground
her foot touched something that made
her scream, and she sprung off to one
side, almost fainting from pure fright.
At the same moment the something at
her feet groaned, and she knew that it
was a human being.
And at that sound Janie’s gift of
common sense came to her rescue, and
her cowardice vanished before it. She
crept back, feeling her way with her
hands, and presently touched a face,
cold and clamwny with the dew.
“Who is it?" asked Janie, as the
groan arose again, and the voice and
tone brought the responsive murmur:
“Janie!”
“Oh, it'sGuy !” screamed Janie, fall-
ing on her knees beside him, “Guy!
Oh, Guy ! Tell me what's the matter!”
*Broke—broke—my leg,”” answered
the boy, and then lapsed into uncon-
sciousness again, and Janie could get
no more out of him.
#1 must go for help,” said Jauie to
herself, as she straightened herself up
and looked down into the dark woods,
and without a moment’s hesitation she
was gone. It was half a mile to Mrs.
Peter’s house. Janie could never have
told afterwards whether those woods
were dark or not. She had no recol-
lection of them at all. She crossed the
creek onan oak log; a log that she
had always been timid about in the
daytime, but which she glided over like
some spirit of the woods that night. On
past the hollow log where Guy had
once seen two fiery eyes shining out of
the depths ; past the rocky hill where
Mr. Brown had killed the big rattle
snake, and on to the farther fence, the
open road and the Peters farmhouse.
And there the dogs came running
out at her, and she had always been so
afraid of those Peters dogs. But with
urexpected valor, she seized a stick
and fairly put them to ront, and ran in-
to the porch just as Mrs, Peters opened
the door.
“If you please, Mrs. Peters,” gasped
Janie, “I’ve caught a tramp and Guy's
broke his leg and we need help right
away!”
“Land alive!” exclaimed Mrs. Pe.
ters in astonishment, which was per
fectly natural, it must be confessed.
But in a few minutes Janie told her
story more rationally. And then while
Mrs. Peters tied on her bonnet those
blessed Peters boys ran out and saddled
up the horses and one went to the
neighbors for help, while the two oth-
ers went with Mrs. Peters and Janie af-
‘ter Guy.
“Well, if you aren’t the bravest girl
I ever saw!’ was Mrs. Peters's only
comment on the way over.
It was with the greatest difficulty
that they got Guy up and carried him
home by easy stages. Fortunately he
fainted away at the first touch, and so
was spared the suffering of the trip and
at last he was taken into the house and
laid on his mother’s bed, while Janie
sat beside him and waited for the doc-
tor. : {
At the same moment half a dozen
men went down into the cellar, and
after a desperale fight succeeded ia
overcoming the tramp. They carried
him out and loaded him into a wagon
like a bale of hay, and had the pleas-
ure an hour or two later of passing
him in at the jail door and having the |
key turned upon him. °
The whole country rung with the
story of Janie’s exploit, and she was
praised for her courage and presence of
mind until she didn’t know what to
say but when, a tew days later, it was
found that Janie’s prisoner was a noto-
rious criminal for whom a reward was:
offered by the State, and that Janie
was to get the reward, she was the her-
oine of the country.
Her mother grew pale with fright
when she came home and heard of it,
and she held her little girl close and
cried over her as mothers will some-
times when they are glad. But as for
Master Guy, while he lay with his leg
in the plaster bandage, weak and pale
from the long illness. brought on him
by his night of exposure and suffering,
he pulled Janie's brown braids one day, '
|
“It was pretty plucky, Janie, for a |
Be you to ghut up a big sav-
half a ‘mile through the darkest night
that ever wae. ‘That was pretty brave, '
especially the tramp part; but I'll bet
it I was up I could scare you half to
death with a mouse right now.”
“Maybe 80,” said Janie, with con-
viction, “but there's a big difference be-
tween a mouse and a tramp, I can tell
you—a big difference! Anybody's
afraid of a mouse !”
And Guy laughed until the whole
house rung.
A Volcano on the Sun.
Its Vapor Covers 4,000,000,000 Square Miles of
Surface.
Strange things have happened on the
face of the sun since the article in a re-
cent issue of the Globe-Democrat was
written in which the readers were told
of facule and sun spots.
A volcano, puffing great voiumes of
vapor, burst in the immediate neigh-
borhood of an active group of spots
nearly at the edge of the sun. For al-
most two hours the men with long tel-
escopes were unable to see the black
blotches of shadow. This volcano was
of enormous size and the vapors which
it threw out covered an area of
4,000,000,000 square miles, according
to measurement,
Perhaps the story of the volcano is
best told by Professor Hale, ot the Ken-
wood Observatory in Chicago: Pro-
fessor Hale took the only photographs
made anywhere of the phenomenon
with his recently invented electro-helio-
graph. Nothictg of like character has
ever been recorded. The photographs
taken were made part of an important
record.
“The particular disturbance which
cccurred in these spots that Friday,”
said Professor Hale,” was shown by
the spectro heliograph. The first was
taken at 11.01 A. M., and shows the
spots in a normal condition, almost off
the edge of the sun, and only two of
the most important showing at all.
The next was taken at 11.13 o'clock,
and at this time there had appeared a
great hook-shaped streamer, which hid
from view the lower black spot of the
two. The photographs were not being
developed rapidly, as the pictures were
being taken in the ordinary record of
the day, and we knew nothing of the
disturbance until it was practically
over. So it happened that No. 3 was
not taken for twenty seven minutes af-
terwards, at 11.40 o'clock. By this
time the entire spot was hidden from
view, and the mist that floated over it
was brilliant in the extreme. It cov-
ered according to our measurement, ful-
ly 4 000,000,000 of square miles in area.
An hour later the eruption had settled
down, the vapors had passed away and
the group of spots looked as it did be-
fore the eruption took place.
“We were convinced by the disap-
pearance and reappearance of the spot
group that the matter wesaw was above
the surface of the sun, though the vol-
cano was probably hidden pretty snug-
ly under the edge of the northern spot.
The result should have been felt all
over the world at the same ume, but so
far as we have been able to learn the
first molestation of the local elements
was on the next day, when the great
electric storm occurred, followed by ene
of the most brilliant auroras that was
ever witnessed in this latitude.
“An exactly parallel case has never
been recorded, though a somewhat
similar one was noted by Carrington
September 1, 1859. He was watching
a sun spot when he saw two brilliant
ohjects shaped like half moons move
from oue side of the group to the other.
These were comparatively small, for
the area covered was only about 30,000
square miles. Again, in 1891, Trouve-
lot saw an outbreak vear ihe edge of
the sun from his obseryatory near Par-
is. Nothing was obscured, however,
and the extent of the eruption was on-
ly conjecture.
“In the phenomenon just noted we
were able to tell not only its magnitude,
but what the matter was made of. It
was mostly calcium vapor and hydro-
gen gas. Vapors of magnesium, sodi-
um and probably iron were mingled
more or less with the erupted mass
that floated away across the spots. At
the time we were looking down into the
crater on the sun, much as we might
look into Vesuvius in active operation
were we to take a balloon and float
above the volcano, the difterence, of
course, being that instead of seeing gas-
es we would look at red-hot liquid and
ashes that later would settle back to
the surface of the earth in lava and
dust. So in the sun the yapors settled
down and we were permitted to see the
spots again.”
The Benefit on One Slde.
The New York Tribune credits
Pennsylvania with 399 millionaires.
Of this number 215 have made their
fortunes in the protected industries
which pay employes low wages and con-
tinually howl abéut hard times in order’
to prevent strikes. It is about time that:
the worker himself is protected in some:
way so that, while not necessarily pre-
venting others from becoming rich, he
may accumulate a little himself.
As an illustration of the manner in
which the manufacturer is protected, it
iz shown that during the month of
March the duties paid on’ imported tin~
All this
plate amounted to $1,384,977.
must come out of the pockets of the
the number 6f thillionaires.
An illustration of the manner .in
which the workingman is not protected
is found in the fact that the Chicago
tinners and sheet iron workers have
struck for an eight hour day and a uni-
imum wage of 25 cents an hour. Evi-
dently these strikers are after a share of
the tinplate bounty. Taking the pro-
tectionists at their word; nothing is too
good for the laboring man ; but it too of-
ten happens that if the workingman
gets hot he ought to have he ‘has to
strike for it.
A Haunting Dread.
“Mercy I” exclaimed Mrs. Homespun
when she read in the paper that Jay
Gould made ten cents everytime the
clock ticked, “I. should think he'd be
worried to death for fear the clock
would run down.
The Political Outlook
In 1888 tha Republicans were able
to concentrate their forces in’ New
York and Indiana and leave the other
States to take care of themselves.
New York and Indiana are still es-
sential, but besides they wili have to
fight vigorously to hold their own in
Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin, [owa, Mich-
igan, Massachusetts, Rhode Island
and New Hampshire.
These tacts, taken in connection
with recent political occurrences, put
new spirit into the Democratic party
all over the country and give more
than a reasonable assurance of success.
Four years ago the country was not
ready for the tariff issue. Thousands
hesitated, and the Republicans insisted
that it was wise to “let well enough
alone.”
Given power they reconstructed the
tariff on a new basis; increased the
taxes of the poor and the bounties of
the rich, plundered the farmer, paid a
bonus for the formation of trusts,
squandered millions of money and
emptied our overflowing Treasury, in
order “to avoid the surrender of any
portion of the system of protection.”
The Republican party has not yet
been forced to account for its betrayal
of the people. Its iniquitous tariff is
still the law of the land. American
producers are still forced to pay toll to
the greedy Trusts before they can enter
the markets of the world. Wrongis
making men desperate, and riot is pre-
valent over large sections of the coun-
try.
Te this condition have four years of
Republican supremacy brought this
Nation. Reliel must be had, and the
first step toward relief must be a re-
duction of the tanff to a revenue basis.
No such reduction can be made if
the Republicans retain control of the
Senate and re-elect Mr. Harrison.
The people have to choose between
Harrison and Cleveland. The Peo-
ple’s party is an ally of the Republican
organization. Every vote cast for
Weaver in a Republican state is a vote
for Harrison.
The People’s party serves merely to
delude the distressed and to hold out
false promises of the success of a score
of ill-considered and impossible meas-
ures. :
The sub-Treasury scheme would
give the speculators control of the
money market, and enable them to
fix the prices of all farm products.
The land loan scheme would be no
help, for to-day men with land can get
loans that in the end would be less
costly than Government loans. The
Government has nothing ; all that it
can get comes from the people. The
whole plan is the dream of a fanatic or
the device of a scoundrel.
Government ownership of Railroads
would end free institutions; Govern-
ment telegraph would be a boon to the
sporting fraternity and to the specula-
tors and merchants, if rates were low-
ered, but the inevitable loss would have
to be made good by taxes on the farm-
ers, laborers and others who seldom
use the telegraph.
The free coinage of silver is at pre-
sent unattainable, and is not the only
weasure of currency reform.
But currency reform must wait for
tariff reform. With wider markets we
would get some relief from our cur-
rency difficulties.
The farmer wants more for his cot-
ton crop, for his ~heat crop, and he is
entitled to more.
The People’s party offer nothing
which will really increase the returns
for farm products.
The more buyers the better prices,
and freer trade meaas wider markets
and more buyers.
Opposition to the Republican party
must be based on these issues :
Free Trade.
Economy in Expenditures.
No Force Bill.
Republican success means more jug-
gling with the currency for speculative
purposes; a continuation of the Mec-
Kiley tariff 5’ corrupt and extravagant
appropriations, and a Force bill.
Men of the South, do you wish Ne-
gro Postmasters and Negro Supervis-
ors at the polls ?
Do you wish a continuance of the
miquitous McKinley tariff ?
Are you satisfied with extravagance
in high places? With bounties, subsi-
dies and pensions for everybody but
yourselves ?
1f, so, vote for Harrison or Weaver,
it does ‘not matter which.
Weaver is a worn-out politician, who
won a little easy prominence by abuse
of the South.
Will you turn from Cleveland, who
put your sons in the Cabinet, on the
beuch and in the diplomatic service, to
Harrison or Weaver, who stand ready
to re-establish Negro supremacy under
the guise of the Force Bill ?
Let farmers, laborers, rich men, poor
men, all men work together for the re-
election of Cleveland.— Louisville Cour:
ier. Journal.
The Value of Lime water.
The value of lime water about the
hduse in the summer can scarcely "be
overestimated. To prepare it 18 an gasy
matter, as all that is necessary is to put
: Do p ime in a wide mout-
consumers and will go toward increasing | % lager of unslaked lim a b
hed jar and fill it with cold water.
There is no danger of using too much
lime, as the water will only take up so
much, however much is put in. It
takes only a few hours for the water to
take up all the lime that is possible.
After it has stood say five hours the wa-
ter may be drained off and more water
added until the lime is all absorbed.
Acidity of the stomach : is. corrected:
by adding a little lime water to thedrink-
ing water. A teaspoonful of lime water
added to a glass of milk corrects the ten-
dency which milk has to’ coagulate in
| the stomach; forming a hard, indigesti-
ble mass’ For this reason it should be
added to the n.ilk fed the little children,
and nursing bottles should be raised with"
it. As a mild disinfectant there is noth-
| ing safer or better.
A ——_—.—
——A vase of Sevres ware only eight
inches high has been sold in London for’
' $7,205.
‘| stems towards the back of the hat.
EN A PR A Zr CK ERA TRY
| The World of Women.
‘White patent leathers are worn with
all white yachting suits.
| A very popular material is now upon
| the market and bids fair to le one of
| the season’s favorite materials is the
Storm serge. It comes in navies,
i brown’s, blacks and greens. It is a
i excellent cloth to wear and always looks
| neat.
Miss Adeline E. Knapp is ‘horse re-
porter” for the San Francisco Call,and is
said to be taking hold of the werk in
much the same way that Miss Middy
Morgan did for the New York Times.
She has bad some years of experience as.
a journalist and has done many different
kinds of newspaper work.
‘With white canvas or suede shoes ene
should wear white stockings. There
are many fancy stockings with black
feet and colored tops in all sorts of de-
signs, points or stripes or solid color,
These are a little showy, but are some-
times very pretty. Occasionally bright
scarlet shoes and silk hose of the same
hue are seen with dark dresses but they
are the exception.
Mrs. Dora A. Miller, of New Orleans,
has invented a neat and ready black-
board eraser, which can be worn upon
the hand and does its work easily and
effectually. She has been offered $5,000
for the patent right, and now if some
other womanly genius will arise and
invent a record eraser, she will find lots
of prominent politicians ready to give
her quite as much as that for justa sin—
gle use of it.
The latest idea in sleeves for fall wear
is to have a huge puff of plain goods at
the shoulder, which is finished about the
arm by a cavalier cuff of velvet, and the
rest of the sleeve continues in full wrin-.
kles to the wrist, this latter not being
decorated in the slightest.
The women teachers of St. Paul, Minn
receive equal salaries with the men,
ancther instance of the proverbial Wes-
tern justice to and appreciation of wo-
men which the older civilization of the
East is too conservative to follow.
A dainty costume is made of white
mousseline de soie over white corded
silk. There is a plain skirt which has a.
tendency to fluffiness. Around the bot-
tom is a deep flounce of lace, above
which is a soft puffing of chiffon. The:
waist is cut with a square neck. The-
mousseline de soe is shirred to form the
yoke, while the main part of the waist
has a Russian jacket effect formed of a
fine pattern of white lace. There is a
loose vest of chiffon which falls below
the waist line.
A conspicuous feature of the dress is
the black butterfly bows, one perched on:
cach shoulder. The sleeve reaches a
trifle below the elbow and is fashioned
of a draping of chiffon and finished with
a deep lace cuff.
One ot the novel and striking fash-
ions of the season is that of combining
black summer satin with nearly every
sort of costume. For example, one
method for the moment of making up
white serge is to trim it with very nar-
row ruffles of black satin. In the hands
of an amateur these fabrics and these
combinations prove a failure. On
French tailor made costumes the effect
isexceedingly pretty. On a new Paris
model a soft white serge bell skirt is
trimmed with three very narrow black
satin frills, finished with an inch-wide
edge of black silk guipure lace. The
white serge coat is lined with black sat-
in, und the revers faced with the same.
The coat on one costume opens over a
very graceful shirred blouse of pale yel-
low crepoa, and on an other creation of
the blouse is accordion pleated chiffon of
a delicate pink dotted with black.
Black satin ribbons are exceedingly pop-
ular also as a garniture, and one sees
them at nearly every gathering of fash-
ionable woman ; a touch of black ap-
pears somewhere on the gown. If it is
not black satin ribbon it is sure to be
black velvet.
A walking dress which heralds the
plainness to be affected in the fall styles
is of a tlue-gray crepe cloth. The plain
bell-skirt 1s trimmed around the bottom
with a pointed dark blue cloth trimming
embroidered in gilt and gray tinsel.
The pointed bodice is fastened in the
back, The yoke is outlined with the
dark blue cloth trimming in a narrower
pattern than on the skirt. The sleeve is
unique. It is of the crepe cloth. From
the elbow to the wrist it is tight fitting,
finished with a diminutive cuff edged
with the point cloth trimming. The
upper part of the sleeve is arranged in
folds, with a graceful over-drapery,
which is outlined with a band of trim-
ming starting from the shoulder and
reaching to the cuff.
The rather broad brim of the French
walking hat is of interwoven gray and
gilt straw. Beneath the brim a glimpse
is caught of rows of dark blue velvet
ribbon. The fluffy, soft crown is of
pale pink tulle. A pretty effect in con-
trast of color isshown in the dark blue
velvet bands twisted about the pink
crown. Pink roses nod upon their
The
gray suede slippers have leather tips.
THINGS A GIRL SHOULD LEARN.
“ She should learn to seat herself with-
.{ out touching the cheir and also to rise
from a chair without using her hands.
She should learn to bandle a. goblet
by its stem, and not by its bowl.
She should learn how to make a prét-
ty bow. :
She should learn—as she learned her
alphabet—that a gentleman should al-
ways be presented to a lady, never a la-
dy toa gentleman. :
She should learn that it is bad form to
congratulate a bride at a wedding. One
congratulates the bride groom and wish-
es the bride happiness. :
She should learn that it is the worst of
taste to, appear thoughtful or absent.
winded in company.
She should learn, at table, to dip her
soup from her, to use her fork only in
the fish eourse; to lay knife and fork
aside when she passes her plata; to eat
out of the side of her spoon and ‘to fold
| her napkin: neatly, if she is in a private
{ house. | : .
| She should learn, when she goes driv-
| ing, to sit upon a man’s right, unless he
| is'handling the ribbons." ;
And, lastly, she should. learn that in
viclating matters of etiquette it is. just
the same as in other misdemeanors.
The same rule holds, “ignorance of ‘the
law is no excuse.”