Bellefonte, Pa., Sept. 2, 1892
THE COMING MAN.
A pair of very chubby legs,
nceased in scarlet hose ;
A pair of little chubby boots,
ith rather doubtful toes;
A little kilt, a little coat—
Cut as a mother can—
And lo! before us stands in state
The future’s coming man
His eyes, perchance, will read the stars,
And search their unknown ways :
Perchance the human heart and soul
* Will open to their graze;
Perchance their keen and flashing glance
Will be a nation’s light
Those eyes that now are wistful bent
On some big fellow’s kite.
Those hands—those busy little hands—
So sticky, small and brown ;
Those hands whose only mission seems
To pull all order down—
Who knows what hidden strength may be
Hidden within their clasp,
Though now ’tis but a tafty stick
In sturdy hold they grasp.
Ah, blessings on these little hands,
‘Whose work is yet undone !
And blessings on those little feet,
Whose race is yet unrun!
And blessings on the little brain !
That has not learned to plan !
Whate’er the future holds in store,
God bless the coming man !
ANARCHISTS IN NEW YORK.
BY JNO. GILMER EPEED.
.
“To kill a czar, an emperor, or king
is nothing more than murder. That is
not the way to emancipate Europe.
You kill a king, and his son or broth-
er or nephew is crowned, and rules in
his stead, and no progress has been
made. That is not the way to do it.
The proper way would be to wipe out
all of the ruling families—to execute
them all to the remotest euds of the
lines. This having been done, there
would be no one left to take the thrones
by divine right, and the people could
take charge of their own affairs. Kill-
ing one or two or three men does no
good whatever, and is only murder, but
to remove the few thousand royalties
by killing them would be revolution,
warfare, and that, too, of a most hn-
mane kind. In some way or another
the dethronement of the kings has got
to take place, aud that very soon. It
will probably occur during a general
European war, in which tens of thou-
sands of men will be killed, and other
tens of chousands wounded and disabled
for life. This war will be waged to
Derpenas the tottering thrones. Now
ow much more humane it would be to
kill all these royalties, and prevent the
killing of the fifty times as many peo-
ple who will be destroyed in such a
war! A man is a man, and the life of
a king is not more sacred than that of a
peasant. So my theory as to the best
reformatory method of procedure is to
kill all the &ings and members of royal
families, to sacrifice them on the altar |
of progress, and then see what we shall
see.”
“Do many other anarchists agree.
with you in these views?” I asked.
“Bless your soul, my dear sir, I am
‘not an anarchist!” said the young man
to whom I was talking.
anarchist; I am a socialist; a socialist
of the mildest type. And he looked
hurt that he should have been misun-
derstood.
This conversation took place in a lit-
tle job-priating office down town, and
the young man who advocates the kill-
ing of kings is the foreman, He is a
good-looking yoang fellow, with clean-
cut features, and a mild kindly blue
eye. His manners are gentle, and his
voice low, and he was clean and fresh-
looking, with the exception of his hands
which were soiled by lifting wet type.
I had been told that he was a leader
among the anarchists, and the most in-
telligent of the lot. So to him I went
first in my examination as to the aum-
ber and the sentiments of the anar-
chists in New York.
“Your idea seems to be,” I contin-
ued, “that 1f the kingdoms of Europe
could be converted into republics, that
then all social wrongs will be righted 2”
“Yes,” he responded, “provided there
be such absolate home-rule that each
.community shall be permitted to gov-
ern itself, and each individual have op-
portunity to.develop on natural lines.”
“Why should the eocialists of your
type, if they be working 10 convert the
European kingdoms into republics, be
dissatisfied with the social conditions
in the United States?’
“Because,” said he, and now his blue
eyes kindled and his cheeks paled—
“because this is only a republic in
name, because there is no home rule,
and because the laws are nade not on-
ly for the poor and the hard-working,
but for the rich and the idle. Your
American capitalist is just as much of
a king and tyrant as any of those who
wear crowns ia Europe.”
These social reformers, it may be
said just here, are divided into various
general parties, each general party be-
ing subdivided into smaller groups.
The general parties.are anarchists, ni-
hilists, and socialists. The anarchists
are all socialists, but there are so many
groups of them that i is impossible to
classify them without taking an ex-
haustive census of them all. If this
were done, I fancy that it would show
that the average number of each group
was about ten. Some of the groups, to
be sure, are very much larger than this,
but others are much smaller, until we
get to the autonomists, where each man
flecks by himself, and is a group all
alone. All anarchists are followers of
Proudhon, and their creed may be
found in his famous paradox: “Gov-
ernment of man by man in every form
isoppresion. The highest perfection of
society is found in the union of order
aad anarchy.”
The nihilists are all Russiane, and it
is a nickname applied tothe Russian
Soeial Reform party. Tourguenief
first used the word in his novel Fathérs
and Children to describe a certain type
of character, which he contrasted sharp-
ly and effectively with the prevailing
types in the generation which in 1865
was passing from thestage. The word
was soon caught up by the conserva
tives and by the government in Russia,
“] am not an |
such place, even
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and was applied indiscriminately by |
them as an opprobrious and discredit-
ing nickname 2 all persons who were
not satisfied with the existing order of
things, and who sought by any active
method whatever to bring about chan-
ges in Russian social and political or-
ganization. Nihilists, therefore, as
well as I can make out, are also anar-
chists so far as Russia is concerned ;
but they do not necessarily wish to ap-
ply, or see any necessity for applying,
avarchistic methods universally and
all over the world. Of those in New
York nearly all are Jews, who have
been compelled toleave the dominions
of the Czar not so much because they
nihilists but because they were Jews.
The more radical of the nihilists pro-
fess a total disbelief in religion, morali-
ty, law, aod order, and—as James
Freeman Clarke said in his Ten Great
Religions of the World—to them “God
is nothing, man is nothing, life is noth-
ing, eternity is nothing.”
Then we have the milder form of re-
formers, the socialists. Socialists very
generally sympathize with the anar-
chists and the nihilists—more with the
latter than the former, but they usually
hold that the methods that these two
classes advocate and sometimes prac
tice are too radical and also ineffectual.
The great majority of the socialists in
New York, asin other parts of Amer-
ica, are foreign born, there being
among them at least forty-nine foreign-
ers to one native. They are all “com-
munists,” and Professor Ely, in his
work on French and German Socialism,
says: “All communists without excep-
tion propose that the people as a whole,
or some particular division of the peo-
ple, as a villnge or commune, should
own all the means of production—land,
houses, factories, railroads, canals, etc.;
that production should be carried on
in common ; and that officers selected
in one way ov another should distrib-
ute among the inhabitants the fruits of
their labor.”
When I started out to visit these
people they were all very much excited
on account of the attempted assassina-
tion of Mr. Henry Frick in Pittsburg
by the young Russian Jew Berkman,
who helougs to the autonomist group
of anarchists in New York. which Jo-
seph Peukert, the editor of Der Anar-
chist, i3 the leader. The addresses of
various places where anarchists public-
ly consort had been given to me by the
socialist of king-killing proclivities.
These I visited casually, merely to take
a preliminary view of them, and in
these first visits my first impression
was confirmed, that I could learn noth-
ing of the men and women belonging
to the groups, and get only brief speech
of them, by simply asking them to talk
with me. At the office of Der Freheit,
of which John Most is the editor and
proprietor. I found that the paper tor
the week had gone to press, and the ed-
itor, released from his labors, had re-
tired from public view. It was easy,
however, to arrange to meet him later
on. What struck me in this first visit
was the reverential way in which the
men about the office spoke of Most. It
was evident that they thought him a
great man, and told with great
pride of how, when he wrote his bla-
tant nonsense that he calls editorials,
he kept himself up to the mark by
quaffing great draughts of black coffee
strengthened by brandy. It did not
seem to them that this fact was in some
sense a confirmation of the charge
made by the anarchists of other groups
that Most was a coward, and needed
at all times to be supplied with artifi-
cial, or what is generally known as
“Dutch,”courage. There are no evi-
dences of prosperity in the litile den
that serves as editorial and composing
room and counting. room as well. The
two or three men at the cases looked
much as other printers do, though it
was evident that they were Germans.
From there I went in search of Peu-
ker(’s office, but this I did not find, for
the very good reasoa that there is no
though there may
have been. I had two addresses, one
in Division Street and another in' Canal,
but he was at neither of these places,
and I suspect that he carries his office
in his hat, and has his printing done at
some obscure job office.
But it was easy enough to see Peu-
kert himself, for he spends much the
larger part of his time in a narrow,
dark, and dingy barroom in Fifth
Street, just east of the Bowery. This
place is known to the police as “Tough
Mike's,” and the sign in white letters
on the window reads “Zum Groben Mi-
chel.” This is the basement under a
tenement house, and there are two
rooms. The bar is on one ¢ide of the
front room. In front of it is a large ta-
ble, at which men were drinking beer,
and on which was a zither and a man
thumping out the ‘‘Marseillaige.”
“See,” said a drunken German, as I
entered, and speaking to me in his na-
tive tongue,” many men have been
hanged for singing the ‘Marseillaise,’
but this man plays it for five cents.”
Beyond the table was a reading desk,
upon which were files of anarchistic
papers, and above them portraits of
the anarchists who have been executed
for their crimes, among them being
those executed in Chicago for throwing
dynamite bombs in the Haymarket
several years ago. Just beyond the
bar, the tables, and the reading-stand
was a pool table stretching nearly
across the room, and leaviag scant,
space at either hand for the handling
of a cue. Several men stood about
this table with cues in their hands, but
they ceased playing when I eatered.
One of these was Peukert. and he
watched me in a sly and nervous way
as long as I remained in the place. Be-
yond the pool table was a smaller room,
and in the centre of this was a table at
which half a dozen men sat drinking
beer out of those large glasses known
on the Bowery, I believe, as schooners.
And still beyond, at a small table, and
next to a window that looked out into
This was Emma Goldman, the anar-
chist wife of Berkman, who tried to
kill Mr. Frick. I mention the things
I saw in this bar-room thus minutely
because it is the one place in New
York where avowed anarchists meet
without disguise. It is a loathsome
place in itself, and there is one thing
very certain, that these rabid reform-
ers who are trying to disturb the seren-
ity of all existing society are not hav-
ing much fun while they are about it.
The men were shabby, and from the
appearance of their hands not unac-
quainted with hard labor. It was ear-
ly in the afternoon when I made my
first visit, so it was only fair to con-
clude that the men then in “Tough
Mike's” were out of employment. Be-
fore my presence was noted, they were
talking wildly, nearly all at once, after
the manner of Germans laboring under
excitement; but when I was seen, the
hubbub ceased, and only harsh whis-
pers could be heard.
To my requests to talk to some of
his guests or to himself, the ill-shapen
giant behind the bar had but] one re-
ply to make—‘“It is not necessary.”
Peukert leaned on his billiard cue and
watched, evidently approving of “Tough
Mike’s” determination not to speak
more than four words—*It is not nec-
essary.”” This was discouraging, so I
abandoned the effort to get informa-
tion there at that time, and went to half
a dozen other places said to be the re-
sorts of anarchists. There was a little
restaurant in Division Street at which
I was told that many of the Jewish an-
archists fed. The proprietor met me
very politely, and I had difficulty in
escaping his frank volubility., He
said he kept an eating house, and did
not ask a man who wanted to buy a
steak or a cup of coffee what his relig-
ious or political opinions were, and he
did not care so long as the customer
had money to pay for his meals. Berk-
man had been one of his customers like
the rest, and had been there once, twice,
maybe forty times, but he came there
to eat, not to talk anarchism. Sitting
around the restaurant were a dozen or
more young men who listened intent-
ly to what the proprietor was saying.
If there to eat, they had either finished
gome time or not made up their minds
what to order, for there was no evidence
of either past or prospective meals to
be seen on the tables. The exceeding
frankness of the proprietor was as baf-
fling as “Tough Mike's” taciturnity.
From Division Street I went to Jus-
tus Schwab’s beer-saloon, east of
Second Avenue. This place was de-
serted of all save the bar-keeperand one
rather cheap and flaghily dressed Jew.
Schwab, I was told was out of town, and
would not be back till the next day
The bar-keeper had evidently taken
advantage of his master’s absence to
celebrate himself in unlimited beer,and
he was in good-humor with all the
world. He told me that ‘lots of anar-
chists come here’; and then he added,
“Dat’s where Schwab make all his
money.” From what I learned at a
subsequent visit in the evening, I am
persuaded that Schwab's’ beery bar-
keeper spoke the truth only to a cer-
tain extent. There are a lot of ncisy
and foolish fellows who go to Schwab's
to drink beer and celebrate liberal
ideas, but they are not practical anar-
chists by any means. They are looked
upon with scorn by the more radical
customers of “Tough Mike.” Schwab
makes it pleasant for his patrons and
gives them music in the evening. He
is a thrifty saloon-keeper, and would
probably be ready to assist in any social
or political movement that would send
him a more profitable set of custo-
mers. As it is, he has done very well,
for, while advocating that the owner:
ship of property was a crime in an in-
dividual, he has become a man of sub-
stance, and laid by a pretty little
fortune.
1 had always had anidea that I
could get valuable assistance from the
dectives of the Police Department. In-
spector Steers, the Chiet of the Detec-
tive Bureau, was most polite when I
~called, but regretted that he could not
assist me either personally or officially.
It was against the policy of the de-
partment, he said, in the treatment of
this subject, to encourage any publi-
cation of what or how much the de-
partment knew in regard to the anar-
chists in New York. He acknowledg-
ed that they were kept under constant
surveillance, just as other dangerous
classes are, and the department was
ready and able to take all the leaders
into custody whenever it was necessary
to doso. Further than this he would
say nothing. From another officia! of
the department I learned that, in h's
opinion, the addresses that had been
given to me as to anarchist meeting-
places were correct. He was sure that
the one and only place that I could
get anything of interest was “Tough
Mike’s.” That was not an attractive
nor inviting place to study, so before
going further I tried another scheme. I
had once met a gentlemen who had
been interested in the labor movement
conducted by Powderly and others, I
called on him, and asked if he could not
get me safe-conduct within the lines of
ttiese people. Nothing could be easier
he said ; he would have a little dinner,
and I could then meet the leaders, and
through them such others as I chose.
“But,” said he, “I will invite these
men to meet you on condition that
what is then eaid shall be privileged
and sacred,” I readily gave him the
assurance he desired, and he at onee
set about arranging the dinner for the
Bext evening in a rather attractive
little summer garden in Seventeenth
Street near Third Avenue. The next
afternoon I was disappointed to learn
from the gentlemen arranging the din-
ner that several of the most prominent
of the leaders had declined nis invita-
tion because they did not care to meet
some of the other guests, Each time
that he invited a man, he told me, he
had to exhibit his invitation list, and
a small dark court-yard, sat a young
woman who, had she not seemed so en-
tirely at home, would haye appeared |
out of place with such surroundings.
She was reading a book, with a glass
of beer by the side of it on the table.
if there were any names on the list not
to the liking of the examiner, a condi-
tion of his acceptance was that the
objectionable name should be striken
off. This is the way royalties actin
Europe, [ am told. The consequence
of the numerous objections was a con-
siderably reduced list, and when we sat
down to dinner there were only seven
present besides our host and myself, I
am sure I may be allowed to say, with-
out any breach of my host’s injunction,
that his guests were a queer and in-
teresting lot. Two were very much of
the same type of men we see selling
shoe laces on Broadway ; three were
heavily bearded Germans, who looked
as though they might have come from
behind east side bars ; one was a fair-
haired and spectacled young Russian
Jew ; and the seventh was the blue-
eyed compositor who believed that the
regeneration of the world should begin
by killing all the kings and royal
families in Europe,
At the beginning all were very con-
strained. They seemed suspicious of
one another, and particularly of me,
But with the food and drink they
warmed up, and before the coffee was
served it was a very noisy and animat-
ed group.
They did not talk anarchy exactly,
but they railed against what they
thought existing abuses. Nor did they
talk of the means by which they pro-
posed to make chaos come again so
that these abuses might stop, but each
man had a more or less indefinite idea
of how order was to be brought from
this chaos, so that the dream of Proud-
hon might be realized, and the highest
social perfection be attained by means
of “the union of order and anarchy.”
As T had not the privilege of reporting
the talk at the dinner, I made arrange-
ments to meet several of those present
next day, and the fair-baired young
Russian Jew volunteered to introduce
me to Peukert and Emma Goldman.
This was what I wished above all
things. I had heard both of them
speak in public, but they were on pa-
rade then, and seemed to be merely
talking for effect. The dinner served
one good purpose, for I was convinced
that these people were entirely sincere
and honest. There are among the
avowed anarchists in New York a few
men like Schwab, who are anarchists
for revenue only, and a few, perhaps,
like Most, who are cowards at heart,
and have a wholesme fear of the law;
but the rank and file, the very great
majority, are entirely sincere, and be-
lieve that only through the enforce-
ment of their notions can society ever
be reformed and mankind regenerated
into a uaiversal brotherhood. Upon
all ordinary subjects these people talk
quietly and rationally. This man is a
cabinet-maker, and he will talk to you
very quietly and pleasantly of his hand-
icraft; that man is a fresco-painter,
and he will discuss house-decoration
and the art tendencies of the age with
instructed intelligence. But if this one
topic of social reform be broached, both
are changed men at once. They be-
come angry, and talk incomprehensi-
ble nonsense. Any one who has ever
visited an insane asylum will know
what I mean. In an institution of
that kind you may see a quiet, mother-
ly-looking woman placidly sewing.
You talk with her about her work, and
she seems full of homely intelligence,
but of a sudden there 1s a change. She
is no longer the quiet matron with ten-
der memories of a happy home. She
is Mary Queen of Scots, overcome
with grief, or perhaps she is Cleopatra,
or Helen of Troy. In such institutions
quiet, dignified men are frequently seen,
men courteous In manner and reasona-
ble in speech until the time comes for
them to be their other selves, then one
whose active life has been spent in a
bank parlor will think he is the Messi-
ah, and another who has spent busy
years as a lawyer will think that he is
Julius Cesar or Napoleon Bonaparte.
The day after the dinner the young
Russian Jew met me by appointment,
and took me to “Tough Mike's” sa-
loon. I had asked for some other
meeting place, bat Peukert insisted
that he should meet me there or no-
where. We found him in the back
100m of the saloon I have before de-
scribed. Peukert is tall and slender
and dark. He wears a thin black
beard, thats trimmed rather short and
of sparse growth en his cheeks. His
nose is thin and straight, and his fore-
head narrow. Above his eyes are pro-
tubreances rising frem his forehead, and
rawese “bumps,” together with his eyes,
give to his tace what character it has.
His eyes are smali and black, and ev-
ery time I haye seen them they looked
angry. Pzukert has probably never
laughed much in a wholesome way.
He is an Austrian by birth, and by
trade a fresco-painter, but he works
very seldom, if ever, at this trade. He
was in this country once before, but
about five years since he returned to
Austria, and began his propaganda
‘there. He was accused of betraying a
comrade, Neva, to the authorities, and
it was no longer comfortabie for him to
stay in Austria, So he went to Eng-
land, and began there the publication
of the Autonomist. About eighteen
months ago he returned to America,
and set about organizing the Autono-
mist group of anarchists, of which he
is the chief spirit. This group numbers
about fifty. It is a part of the Autono-
mist creed that each man and woman
shall be a law unto himselfand herself,
and therefore this group has no officers
vested with authority. It is to this
group that Berkman, the assailant of
Mr. Frick, belongs.
Peukert was not very genial in his
greeting of me; indeed I doubt if he
knows what geniality is. But he talked
to me a little, which, after all, was what
I wanted. He told me, in the first place,
that he had the most profound con-
tempt for me both in my personal and
professional capacity. I made no ob-
Jection to this, and did not get offend-
ed, 80 he told me that this contempt
was extended to all the other capital
ists and tyrants and oppressors in the
world. I smiled at being classed
among such formidable folk, and Peu-
kert, who is not every kind of a fool,
saw his error, and corrected himself at
- once.
“I did not mean that you were a cap-
italist, No; but you are worse than
they. You are a bireling of those peo- |
ple, a paid mercenary, a man who ns-
es what little brains he has to help the
tyrantcapitalists to oppress the people,”
he said, and he grew more excited with
each word he uttered.
Having my social place now estab-
lished to Mr. Peukert’s satisfaction, I
hoped to make some progress in the in-
terview, I asked him whether he had
anticipated such an attack as that
made by Berkman on Mr. Frick.
“We autonomists,” he said, “do not
tell each other what we mean to do.
Each man is a law to himself, and
when he sees his duty he does it.”
“But don’t you see thetudlity of such
an act as that of Berkman?’ I asked.
“No; the act is not futile. When
the workingmen at Homertead were
ground down by the capitalists, one
man elected himself the champion of
the oppressed classes, and tried to lib-
erate them from their slavery, not by
shooting Frick, but by showing them
where the source of their misery lay.
I approve of the act most heartily.
You paid vassals of the press cannot
stop the wheels of history. The peo-
ple are awakening, and they will crush
you, with those who pay you, these
murderers, these robbers, these capital-
ists. So long as there are people who
are starving there will be a Berkman,
and these Berkmans will shoot without
any conspiracy. We are proud of
Berkman’s act. We were associated
with him, but there was no conspiracy,
nor can there be among the autono-
mists, where each man is responsible
only for himself.”
As Peukert proceeded in his remarks
he grew oratorical, and, as I afterwards
found, what he said to me was a part
of the prepared speech he had delivered
at a public meeting a few nights before.
I had much further talk with him,
but it was like walking around iu a cir-
cle; we went over the same ground
time and time again, and were always
getting back to the starting point.
Peukert’s idea seems to be that all men
who do not perform manual labor are
oppressors of those who do work with
their muscles, and that all persons who
favor law and order are abettors of
those oppressors. Indeed, he has not
much of an opinion of any men but an-
archists, and for some of these he has
no stomach—for instance, John Most.
Most has accused Peukert of being a
spy on account of the Neva incident
before alluded to. Hatred of Most and
his group is therefore a part of the
creed of Peukert and the other autono-
mists.
That same afternoon, and in the
same place, I met Emma Goldman,
who calls herself the anarchist wife of
Berkman. I have been told that there
is a very general belief among the New
York anarchists that it was this young
woman who had neryed Berkman up
tosome deed that would help the cause
along. She is therefore at this time a
person of unusual consideration in
these circles. She has for a long while
been prominent among the anarchists,
and it is even said that atone time she
bore thesame relation to Most that she
now bears to Berkman. Among the
anarchists there are no binding matri-
monial ties. Marriages are contracted
and dissolved with entire freedom, with-
out regard to the legal statutes on the
subject. The Goldman woman is not
bad-looking, and she seemed to have
come from a higher social class,
and to he better educated than the oth-
ers I had met. She has chestnut brown
hair that had been parted on the side
and fluffed over her forehead, leaving
only a trace ofthe part. At the back her
hair was negligently arranged. Her
head is shapely; her forehead low and
white ; her eyes are of bluish-gray, and
she wears glasses. Her nose is small
and well shaped, and her complexion
almost colorless. Her mouth is eensu-
al, the lips being full, though lacking
in color. Her teeth are bad, and when
she talks or laughs her face loses all
its comeliness. By-the-way, it is a pe-
culiar fact that all the anarchists I
met bad bad teeth.
Emma Godman was much pleasan-
ter to talk with than Peukert had been.
It is evident that she wants as much
advertising as she can get. She ex-
lained that she was Berkman’s wife
in the anarchist fashion, and also ex-
plained what that fashion was. She
said she was very proud of him, as he
had proved his courage and devotion to
the cause. What she said of the anar-
chists and of Berkman’s attempt on
the life of Mr. Frick was but an echo
of Peukert, and is not worth repeating.
Of the autonomist group of anarchists,
the Goldmsn woman was the only
one who did not strike me as being
thoroughly sincere. I could not help
thinking that she was only a very vi-
cious woman, whose vice happened to
lead her into this circle. Iv may be
that I do her wrong, and that in reali-
ty she is as mad as the rest. At any
rate, she and Peukert are to-day the
most influential as well as the most
radical of the anarchists in New York,
During the week in which I spent a
great deal of my time with anarchists
and socialists and in their resorts I at-
tempted to make some sort of an esti-
mate of their numbers. Of anarchists,
avowed anarchists, I am persuaded
that there are less than three hundred
in New York. Probably two hundred
of these are us mad as March hares,
and the other third are simply fools of
vicious tendencies, who have got in the
channel without knowing or caring
whither it led. It isimpossible to esti-
mate the number of socialists, but
there are many more thousands of
them than ‘there are hundreds of the
anarchists. — Harper's Weekly.
——Nesselrode Pudding.— Beat up
the yokes of four eggs, one-half pound
of sugar, and one ounce of powdered
sweet almonds and add to it a quart of
milk and cream mixed ; boil until thick
Remove from the fire, and when cold,
freeze. When frozen, remove ihe dash-
er and stir in one ounce of cherries, one
ounce of currants and one pound of
preserved peaches. Mix well and let
stand for two hours.—Ladies Home
Journal.
——=Fine job work of ever discription
at the Warcaman Office,
The World of Women.
Plaid enamel buckles go along with:
fe traveling gown of and blue plaided:
cloth.
Spangled veils have come to the fore
again, and are particularly becoming,
but more trying to the eyesight.
Triple ruffles are around the upper:
part of sleeves of woul gowns, giving a.
fuller effect from arm hold to elbow than.
the Russian over sleeve.
Mrs, Martha J. Coston, of Washing--
ton, is the inventor of the “Coston sig-
nals,” a system of signaling with color-
ed lights which is used on land and sea
all around the world.
Gold and silver shoe buttons are one-
of the extravagances of the summer
belle. They are put on with a patent
fasteners, and can be easily made to do
duty on several pairs of shoes.
For ruchings of silk, which act as a
foot frill upon the summer gowns, eau
de nil and rose pink is an exquisite com:
bination. The effect is very pretty
when worn at the bottom of ‘a black
grenadine.
A Cornell girl is said to be studying
veterinary surgery. Other girl students
at that college are taking the course in
agriculture. This course includes mod-
ern languages and science, and with the
desire to make it popular no tuition is
demanded.
Laces that are rather coarse in effect
indeed those that look almost like em-
broidery, are fancied on cotton gowns
for shoulder capes, cuffs, panels and
foot trimmings. The finer laces, those
that so admirable make jabots and frills,
are only liked for gowns that are count.
ed somewhat elaborate or are intended
for evening wear.
The “stocking sachet” is the latest in
the list of scented toilet accessories. It
is quite a large silk bag, lined with
quilted satin and havirg the odorous
powder scattered with liberal hands be-
tween the lining and silk. It is hung
in the wardrobe and receives the stock-
Ings as they come up from the wash and
before they have gone to the mender.
Miss Lily E. Benn, who about three
years ago took up her residence in Lon-
don, has interested herself greatly in the
condition of the children and young
girls of the East End, and has started
sewing classes for girls between the ages
of 9 and 13. She provides the material,
pays for each garment made, and the
money thus earried by the girls Miss
Benn keeps for them, giving them 2d in
the shilling interest as an encourage-
ment for saving and allowing them to
take out the money when required for a
useful purpose.
A woman with blue gray eyes and a
thin, neutral-tinted complexion is never
more becomingly dressed than in the
blue shades in which gray is mixed, for
in those complexions there is a certain
delicate blueness. A brunette is never
so exquisite as in cream color, for she
has reproduced the tinting of her skin
in her dress. Women who have rather
florid complexions look well in various
shades of dove-gray, for to a trained
eye this color has a tinge of pink which
harmonizes with the flesh of the face.
Blondes look fairer and younger in
dead black, like that of wool goods or
velvet, while the brunettes require the
sheen of satin or gloss of silk in order to
to wear black to advantage.
The so-called Cleopatra girdle, which
resembles the fillet of the Egyptian
Queen only that it is a band around the
head, seems to have jumped into some
popularity. It was seen at all fashiona-
ble London social events of the season,
scarcely a woman being without the roll
of ribbon or velvet about her head, with
the pointed ends standing up in front.
It is equally common on this side of
the water, finishing the pretty toilets of
the summer resorts and suburban loiter-
ers. The modern belle has turned the
bandeau around since Cleopatra’s time.
The dark-eyed beauty wore it about her
classic head, with the stiff points above
the nape of her neck and they pointed
across rather than up and down, if we
may credit the old coins still extant
with her counterfeit presentment.
No matter how much the maiden of
fifteen may long to wear a tea-gown
with a sweeping train and flowing
sleeves, she must wait a few years before
indulging in the luxury. In the mean
time she can wear a substitute tea-gown
one which is more in sympathy with
her girlish face.
An attractive dress of this description
is of scarlet French Henrietta cloth. It
is made all in one. There is a square
yoke both in the front and back of the
dress made of black silk passementerie,
through which is interwoven a gilt
thread. The straight collar is fastened
at the back with a rosette of black rib-
bon. From the yoke the dress falls in
in loose, graceful folds held in place at
the waist line by means ot a black rib-
bon belt. The scarlet Henrietta cloth
sleeves have an over-hanging puff fin-
ished with the conventional tight-fitting
cuff of the black ‘and gold passemen-
terie.
For the early fall these girlish house
gowns are made up effectively in sub-
dued shades of crape cloth, with yok-
and cuff of point de gene or point d’Tre-
land lace.
The girls are already beginning to
realize that in a few weeks they will
have to relinquish the soft, flowing fab-
rics which carry with them such a
witchery of charm, and robe themselves
in heavy, unaesthetic cloths. One
thing, however, they refuse to abandon,
and that is the ‘““white’’ toilet which has
heen the daintiest and most distinctive
feature of the season. Yes, white is
bound to be the modish tone for autumn
wear, and a change of material is all
that is anticipated.
In place of the broad brimmed straws,
covered with blossoms, the society
maiden will top her tresses with a be-
witching sott, white felt affair, coquet-
ishly bound with white satin ribbon or
velvet ; a white serge gown will carry
with it the nobbiest of jackets, with
wide rolling revers of white corduroy ;
the long silk gloves which have wrin-
kled over the pink, rounded arm, are to
be replaced by the finest of suede, and
and feet which are shod as if for the
ball will continue to give a finishing
touch to this vagary in costuming,
A white boa in a very heavy lace
may be wound, at will, about the
throat of the gown, and allowed to fall
down the front of the skirt.