TT A TS FY TY EE eT PE AS TY ICY
Bellefonte, Pa., Sept. 9, 1892.
THE EARLY OWL.
An Owl once lived in a hollow tree.
And he was as wise as wise could be.
The branch of Learning he didn’t know
Could scarce on the tree of knowledge grow.
He knew the tree from branch to root,
And an Owl like that ean afford to hoot!
And he hooted—until, alas! one day
He chanced to hear, in a casual way.
An insignificant little bira
Make use of a term he had never heard.
He was flying to bed in the dawning light
When he heard her singing with all her might
“Hurray! hurray for the early worm {”
“Dear me!” said the Owl, “what a singular
term!
1 would look it up if it weren't solate;
I must rise at dusk to investigate.
Early to bed and early to rise ;
Makes an Owl healthy and stealthy and wise !
So he slept like an honest ow! all day,
And rose in early twilight gray,
And went to work in the dusky light.
To look for the early worm all night.
He searched the country for miles around,
But the early worm was not to be found.
So he went to bed in the dawning light,
An looked for the “worm” again next night.
And again and again, and again and again,
He sought and he sought, but all in vain,
Till he must have look for a year and a day
For the early worm, in the twilight gray.
At last in despair he gave up the search,
And was heard to remark, as he sat on his
perch
By the side of his nest in the hollow tree.
“The thing is as plain as night to me—
Nothing can shake my convictions firm,
There’s no such a thing as the early worm.”
Oliver Herford, in St. Nicholas.
HELEN'S GOOD DEED.
“Yes,” said the doctor, solemnly,
“she shows every indication of going
off into a decline. Rest, relaxation,
change of air and scene—that’s what
she ought to have.”
Mrs, Dardanel looked purturbed.
“Dear, dear,” elie said, “what a pity !
And she’s quite a pet of mine, too, dear
little thing, She is very quick with
her needle, and really ingenious—and
the way she puts trimmings on a dress
positively reriiuds one of Madame An-
toine herself.”
“The seaside cottage would be the
Pace for her,” suggested Doctor IMid-
and. “You are one of the lady patron-
esses, I believe, and—"
“Yes but the seaside cottage is full,”
said Mrs. Dardnanel. “Not an inch
of room unoccupied. I had a note
from the matron yesterday.”
“Ah, indeed!” said the doctor, fam-
bling with his watch-seals. “Unfortu-
nate—very.”
“Bat,” cried Mrs. Dardanel, an idea
suddenly occurring to her much be-
puffed and befrizzled head, “there is
rs. Daggett’s farm, a few miles fur-
ther down theshore. She takes board-
ers for five dollars a week, and I be-
lieve itis a very nice place. 1f you
think it advisable T will take a month’s
board for the girl there. I really feel
as if the dear little thing belonged to
me.”
“An excellent plan,” said the doctor,
oracularly. “I have no doubt but that
a month of sea air would make a differ-
ent person of her.”
Helen Hyde could hardly believe
her own ears when Mrs. Dardanel
beamingly announced her intentions.
“The seashore I" she cried, her pale
face flushing all over; “the real sea!
Oh, Mrs. Dardanel, I have dreamed of
it all my life! And for a long, bright
summer month? Oh, how shall I ev-
er thank you?”
“By getting well and strong as fast
as you can,” said Mre, Dardanel,
touched by the girl's enthusiasm. “And
here is a ten-dollar bill for you,” she
added with a smile. “You may need
some little trifle of dress, or there may
be a drive or a picnic or an excursion
going in which you will want to partic-
ipate.”
The poor girl's first impulse was to
return the money, ;
“No, you shall not give it back—it
is a present from me and I choose that
you shall keep it.”
Helen Hyde's heart beat high with
delight when first she saw the Daggett
farmhouse, a long, low, red building,
with an immense stack of chimneys, a
cluster of umbrageous maple trees
guarding it about with shade, and a
dooryard full of sweet old-fashioned
flowers, while in the sight of the win-
dows the Atlantic flung its curling crests
of foam all along the shining shore.
Mrs. Daggett welcomed her warmly;
she had been Mrs. Dardauel’s house-
keeper once, and knew the value of
that lady’s patronage.
“I’ve just one room left, my dear,”
she said ; “under theeaves of the house,
It’s small, but it’s furnished comforta-
bly and there’s a view of the ocean. I
could have given you better accommo-
dations if I bad received Mrs. Darda-
nel's letter a day earlier. But four
young ladies, teachers in the Ixwood
Institute, came yesterdav, and I'm
sleeping in the parlor. But we will
make you as snug as possible, and the
very first good sized room that is va-
cant you shall have.”
Helen was very happy in her little
nook, from whose casement she could
see the ocean, dotted with white sails.
Mrs. Daggett was a driving, energet-
ic woman. Farmer Daggett was an
honest, vacant-faced man who invaria-
bly fell asleep of an evening with his
chair tipped A against the wall, and
every available inch of the house was
filled with summer boarders, mostly
ladies. There were but three mascu-
line appendages to the house besides its
master, an old clergyman whose parish-
ioners clubbed together every summer
to treat him to six weeks’ vacation, a
literary man of large aspirations and
small income who had come hither for
rest and opportunity to study up the
“skeleton” for his next novel, and old
Mr. Mifflin.
It was some time before Helen Hyde
fairly comprehended who old Mr. Miff- |
lin was, A bent and bowed little man, |
with silver hair curling over his coat, |
a ruffled shirt like the pictures of our |
revolutionary forefathers, and blue eyes '
that glistened from behind a pair of sil-
ver spectacles, he shuffled in and out to
his meals after an apologetic fashion,
and sat all the bright afternoon under
the maples staring at the sea.
“Who is that old gentleman?’ ghe
at last ventured to ask Mrs. Daggett.
That lady frowned.
* “It’s old Daddy Mifflin,” said she,
and I wish it was anybody else.”
“Is he a boarder 2”
“Well, he is and he isn’t,” obscure-
ly answered Mrs. Daggett, who was
picking currants for a pudding while
Helen sat by and watched her. ‘But
he won't be here long. You see, my
dear, he hasn't any friends. When me
and Daggett came from Vermont and
bought this place we got it pretty cheap
because of old Mifflin. We were to
give him the northeast chamber, and,
they were to allow us so much a month
for his keep. It ain’t every one that
would be willing to have an old man
like him about. But he’s harmless
and quiet, and the two dollars a week
helped us. But now Breezy Point has
grown to be asummer resort, and things
are changed. And what's worse his
folks have left off sending the money.”
“I wonder why ?” said Helen, her
large dreamy eyes fixed sadly on the
old man, who sat under the maples
wistfully watching the sea.
“They're dead, p'raps,”’ said Mrs.
Daggett. “Or p'raps they’ve got. tired
of him. Anyhow, it's three months
since we've heard a word, and me and
Daggett have made up our minds that
we can’t stand it any longer. So we're
going to put him on the town. Law-
yer Boxall says it's legal and right,
and they can’t expect nothing else of
us. Squire Sodus is to send his cov-
ered carryall next Saturday, and old
Daddy Mifflin’ll suppose he's going for
a ride. And so things'll go off all
smooth and pleasant.”
“Smooth and pleasant!” Helen
Hyde looked across the grassy lawn to
the little old man with his mild ab-
stracted face, his rufiled shirt front, the
silver hair that glistened in the sun-
shine and the white, claw-like fingers
that slowly turned themselves back-
ward and forward as he sat there.
“He owned the place once,” said Mrs.
Daggett,” ‘*but hissons turned out bad,
and be endorsed for Squire Sodus’ cous-
in and lost everything. And here he
isin his old age, without a penny!
What is it Becky ? the oven ready for
the'pies 2? Yes, I'm coming.”
She bustled away, leaving Helen
alone. A sort of inspiration had en-
tered the girl’s heart as she sat there
with the briny smell of the ocean fill-
ing her senses, and the rustle of the
maple leaves murmuricg softly over
head, She took Mrs, Dardanel’s ten-
doliar bill from her pocket and looked
long and earnestly at it. She thought
of the little one horse carryall which
she and the girls from Ixwood were to
have hired together to drive over the
hills and glens all those sweet misty
summer afternoons; ofthe excursions
to Twin Rock by steamer, upon which
she had counted, of the new black bunt.
ing dress she had decided to buy. She
must abandon all these little darling
extrayagances it she indulged this oth-
er fancy.
“As if there could be any choice,”
she said to herself.
Then she got up and went softly
across the grass and clover blossoms to
where Daddy Mifflin sat.
“Do you like this place ?”’ she asked
softly.
“It's home, my dear,” he answered
seeming to rouse himself out of a rev-
ery; “it’s home. Ihave lived here for
eighty odd years: I could notlive any-
where else.”
“Bat there are other places pleasant-
er.
“It may be, my dear, it may be,” he
said, looking at her with troubled eyes
through the convex lenses of his glass-
es: “But they wouldn't be the same to
me,"
Helen went to Mrs. Daggett, who
was baking pies and rolls and sirawber-
ry shortcake atl at once.
“Mrs. Daggett,” said she, ‘here are
ten dollars which Mrs. Dardanel gave
to me to do what I pleased with, and I
vi to give it to you to keep old Mr.
ifilin here five weeks longer.”
“Mercy sakesalive ?"’ said Mrs. Dag-
gett; “he ain,t no kin to you, is he?”
“No,” said Helen, “but he is so old
and feeble and friendless, and—and—
please, Mrs. Daggett, take the money.
Perhaps by the time that is gone I
shall be able to send a little more. My
employess are going to pay me gener-
ously in the city, and I feel myself grow-
ing better able to work every day.”
So Helen Hyde adopted the cause of
one even poorer and more friendless
than herself, and for a year she paid
two dollars a week steadily, and Mr.
Mifflin never knew what a danger men-
aced him.
At the end of that time the old gen-
tleman’s grandson came from some
wide, wild region across the sea, a tall,
dark-eyed young man with the mein of
a prince in disguise.
“My father has been dead a year,”
he said. ‘And bis papers have only
just been thoroughly investigated, so
that I have just learned, for the first
time, that there is an arrearage due on
my grandfather's allowance. I hope
he has not been allowed to suffer—?
“Oh, he’s all right !”” said Mrs. Dag-
gett. “We have taken excellent care
of him.”
“You are a noble-hearted woman,”
said the young man, fervently clasping
he hand, “and I will see that you are
no loser by your generosity.”
“It ain't me,” said Mrs. Daggett,
turning red and white, for Helen Hyde,
now spending her second summer at
the farmhouse, sat by, quietly sewing
in the window recess. “I'm free to al-
low that me and Daggett got out of pa-
tience and was going to put him on the
town, but Miss Hyde, here, one of our
boarders, she’s paid for him eversince.”
“I beg your pardon if I have inter-
fered,” said Helen, blushing scarlet ag
the large black eyes fell scrutinizingly
on her face, “but he seemed so old and
helpless, that—-""
“God bless you for yournoble deed |”
said Ambrose Mifflin, earnestly.
But there was something in Helen's
manner which prevented him from oft-
ering any pecuniary recompense to her,
“My grandfather will require your
care no longer,” said he. “We have
been fortunate in our Australian invest-
ments, and Iam prepared to buy the
old farm back again and settle here per-
manently."
And when Mrs. Dardanel began to
think about getting her winter dresses
made up, she received a note from
Miss Hyde, which ran as follows :
“DEAR Mgrs. DARDENEL :—I am sor-
ry to disappoint you, but I can not un-
dertake any more orders, for I am to
be married next month to Mr. Ambrose
Mifilin, and we are to live at the Dag-
gett farm. And oh! how proud I
should be if you would come here and
visit me next summer, when the roses
are in bloom and the strawberries rip-
en. Ambrose is all that is nice, and I
have the dearest old grandfather-in-law
in the world.
Affectionately, HeLexy Hype.
And all this life's romance had
grows out of Helen's month at the sea-
gide.
A Queer Cave.
One of the Natural Wonders of the Table Moun-
tain, California.
From the San Francisco Bulletin.
On the north side of Table Mountain
and near its top is an opening in the
lava that has since its early days been
known as ‘the den.” It was so named
from the fact that for years it was the
lair of a band of ferocious California
lions that, when the country was largely
devoted to sheep raising, made depreda-
tions upon the flocks and caused tke
owners much annoyance and loss,
‘When pursued the animals would seek
refuge in this den and no hunter would
dare to enter it. The ground about was
covered with the bones and remnants of
sheep and other animals. With the
increase of population the lions have
gradually disappeared, although gs late
as last spring two of the animals were
seen to enter the cave.
The Oroville Mercury says, “No
known man has ever penetrated this
cave to its fullest depth. The mouth
is about four or five feet high and three
feet wide, and the opening descends
with a sharp decline for 200 feet. Furth-
er than this it has never been explor-
ed. Now, however, a party of young
men have made arrangements to explore
it, and, if possible, penetrate to its bot-
tom. That it is of great denth is cer-
tain, for one can stand at tne opening
and heave greatstones down tone de-
clivity and the sound will gradually die
away in the distance. The young men
have procured several hundred teet of
ropes, torches and ladders and will thor-
oughly explore the cavern’
What adds a peculiar interest to the
expedition and gives zest to the explor-
ers is the well-known fact that in the
heyday of his career as a bandit, Joaquin
Murietta and his band of faithful follow-
ers made the recesses of the Table
Mountain the base of their operations in
this section. From there they would
swoop down on the miners and then,
luden with gold dust, retreat to the
mountains. Search as they might the
officers could not locate them. It has
been supposed by many that this cave
wes where the famous outlaw secreted
himself. It may be, too, that deep
down in the bowels of the earth Joaquin
hid the greater portion of his ill-gotten
but nevertheless just as potent wealth.
Japanese Fashions.
Travelers have puzzled and wondered
about the serene, sweet expression of
face in Japanese women. They have
the sunny, merry countenances of child-
hood even to old ago. A look of sweet
temper and happiness flits across their
varying features from morning till
night, although Japanese women have
not nearly so many rights 2s western
women have.
‘What was the reason ? At last some
body—it must have been a woman —dis-
covered that the fashion of dress of
Japanese ladies never changed. They
wear the same graceful, loose flowing
style of garment year in and year in out.
When one loose waisted, loose sleeved,
all over grown is worn out it is replaced
by another of exactly the same pattern.
Perhaps as the lady grows older it gets
larger around the waist and shoulders,
but this is all. The fashion is unchang-
ing as that of a rose or a lily.
Then the writer—it must have been a
woman again--had no trouble in put-
ting the two together and deciding why
the Japanese ladies always are good
tempered and unworried looking. They
don’t have to keep up with the fashions.
They don’t have to rip out the gathers
of a dress one spring to make it over
into a bell skirt, and the next spring
piece it down around the waist to make
along tailed skirt of it, and the next
fall cut off’ the tail to make 1t “walking
length” again. Let us have Japanese
fashions in America at once. Then our
ladies will look smocth unwrinkled and
fair and rosy. For keeping up with
the changes of dress is more worrying
than the cares of state.
Modernizing the Mother of Cities,
From the Argonaut.
The Mother of Cities ig, in some re-
spects, the news of them all. Ouoe-
half of Rome is as new as a backwoods
settlement, and strenuous efforts are
being made to furnish up the other
half. But with the latest innovation
in Rome thereis not much need to
quarrel. The city is now lighted by elec-
tricity, generated by the cascade of
classic Tivoli. Such things, in such
connection, sound appallingly modern;
but nothing of the kind is too strange
not to be true, now that we seem likely
before long to hear the cry of “Change
here for Damascus.”
Here is a direct affront to Major Me-
Kinley. A Connecticut town offers
$1000,000 for the establishment within
its limits of a manufacturing establish-
ment that “will employ its surplus la-
bor.” Is it possible that under the Me-
Kinley tariff, which was signed to set
every hand to work at high wages, there
should be surplus labor ? It looks as if
the Major is not fulfilling his promises.’
Notwithstanding the protection afforded
by his tariff there is not only a surplus-
age of labor, but that which is employed
is kicking on sccount of the reduction
of its pay.
The Asiatic Cholera.
How a Person Feels When They Contract the
Disease.
The New York Press in speaking of
the cholera, now so prevalent in Eu-
rope, says ;
If cholera, leaping ashore from a
Harve or Hamburg steamer, should hap-
pen to come your way, in the fashion of
a thief in the night will it come.
For Herr C. Bacillus, the malevolent,
life abhoring infinitesimality whose ori-
ginal ancestor was born a million gene-
rations back, yet not perhaps six months
ago, in a hut on the Ganges may be,
will make its lodgment in your vitals
without any fuss or proclamation of pas-
sion or noisy house warming.
The first evidence of his presence you
will probally attribute to your having
your breakfast omelette stuffed with
chicken livers, or having been tempted
after dinner to look long upon the red
heart of the watermelon when it is ripe,
or perhaps, if you are of bibulous habit,
you will blame yourself with having
slaked your thirst too often during the
heat and burden of the day with that
which should be drawn only from the
keg.
It will be painless but bothersome the
early portion of the stay of Herr C,
Bacillus, and you will take a little bran-
dy orginger and wait for the departure
of this troublesome summer malady in
the time and way that it has used for its
previous comings and goings.
But this painless, bothersome time
means merely that Herr C. Bacillus is
getting his house in the midst of your
mortality in order. Presently, for the
Bacillus family thrives as no other fam-
ily ever throve before, the little Bacilli
will begin to make their appearance by
twin thousands, triplet millions, and
when the little Bacilli begin their mer-
ry play about the house of your mortal
ity then-~then your wife —if you are so
blest— will send for the doctor.
For by this time you will have pain
in the pit of your stomach and an in-
tense thirst which all the waters of
Croton cannot satisfy, and there will be
cramps of the feet and legs and of the
muscles of the abdomen and when the
the doctor comes at last and lays his
finger on your pulse, he will find that
the skin isdry and all your flesh like
Falstaff’s when Dame Quickly touched
him as he lay dying, “cold as any
stone.”
Then your wife--if you be so blest—
working over you with the hot applica-
tions, the cocl effervescing drinks, which
the docior orders, will struggle with a
new horror of fear and agonized, una-
vailing affection, for she will see that
you have lost the pallid hue which you
bave gained in your gaslit office or the
healthy tan which you brought back
from the shore, and before her starting
eyes you will turn on cheek and brow
toa sickly purple shade. And then
your voice will sink to a low, hoarse
whisper as you speak and tell her where
your life insurance policy is and what
lawyer to see and what to do with the
childron, while she says: “Yes, dear,
yes ; but don’t bother about that now,”
and then you will feel yourself grow
rigid, for the worst of the residence ot
the C. Bacillus family within you is
that with hideous malignity they uever
extend that residence to your brain, and
then you will be simply “another case’
in the headlines over the report ofa
board of health session, a figure 1 in a
tabulated report of that same responsi-
ble body swelling the deaths of the day
say from ten to eleven.
This may all happen to you—if chol-
era leaps ashore from a Harve or Ham-
burg steamship—between the hours
when you read The Press going down
to business in the morning and the hour
when only the beginning is made to-
ward making up another Press, which
you will not read going down to busi-
ness in the morning, but another man
sitting in your seat in the elevated train
will ead without a thought of you or
your fellow tenants fleeing in panic
from the Derbyshire flats, while your
next month's rent will have to come out
of your insurance policy. So runs the
world.
All of which may seem very far foich-
ed and improbable to you if your flat is
a high priced one in a ‘‘nice’”’ neighbor-
hood. But remember the devious ways
of Herr C. Bacillus and his unexpected
appearances. When he came in 1886
one of the very first places he visited
was 157 Waverly place, a neighborhood
where some very “nice” opis now
and where ‘‘nice’’ people were in the
majority then, and that in twelve hours
he so populated the mortality of one
Rufus Denker, a rural visitor from
Grafton with little C. Bacillus that the
soul of Rufus Denker was crowded out
oi its tenement.
CHANCES OF RECOVERY.
This, to be sure, is looking at the
worst side of things. If you havea
doctor who is able to produce or take
advantage of a ‘“‘reaction’’ in your case,
it may be that your next month’s rent
may not have to be paid out of your in-
surance policy, He will not be certain
of success even if you have the ‘‘reac-
tion,” which is a sort of mutiny against
the encroachments of the C. Bacillus
family. If you were a bale of razs and
could stand 154 degrees of heat Fahren-
heit it would be simple. He could souce
you full of, superheated steam and kill
off the intruders in five seconds of time.
But since such action would simply re-
solve you from a fatal medical toa fa-
tal surgical case—of scalding—he will
not be apt to do this. If heis called
early enough he will “dope” you with
opium in small and oft-repeated doses or
in combination with other astrigents
such as catechu, tannin, bismuth, nitrate
of silver or acetate of lead. 1f you have
said, “Ob, stuff and nonsense, I don’t
want any doctor,” when your wife first
proposed to call him and he comes by so
much later he will be obliged to have
you wrapped in flannel and then sur
rounded with a wall of hot water bottles
or he will make you a skin tight suit of
mustard plasters, while your wife—if
you be so blest—cools your thirst with
vichy and stimulates you with brandy
or ammonia, Then if you have no re-
lapse, and if the reaction be not of an
imperfect character which slides off into
the exhaustive fever known as “typhoid
of cholera,” or if you have no dipther- |
itic or local inflammatory affections, and
if you keep your bed religiously forsuch
period as yow may be instructed to keep
it, you may live to wonder why Profes-
sor Koch, when he discovered and intro-
duced Herr C. Bacillus to the world, did
not also discover and introduce his anti-
dote.
ECCENTRIC CHOLERAIC WAYS,
Strangely eccentric are the ways of
Professor Koch’s protege. Why he
chooses the company he keeps is seldom
known except in the general way of his
affinity to dirt. On the night of Nov-
ember 2, 1865, when the steamship At-
alanta from London (Oct. 10,) via Brest
(Oct. 18,) burned a rocket in the lower
bay, and Dr. Lewis A. Sayre, in Health
Officer Swinburne’s absense, went down
to board her in a dory, he found fifteen
empty bunks of dead folk inthe steer-
age and thirty more full of sick living
folk, and not a cabin passenger had so
much as a stomach ache. Nor had they
afterward, though they lay at quaran-
tine for weeks and bombarded all the
the authorities from Governor Fenton
down with indignant demands to be let
go their ways.
So, too, in the next June when Herr
C. Bacillus did leap ashore and slay,
1,195 New Yorkers during his summer's
stay here it was found among the pas-
sengers of the cholera ship Peruvian
that Herr Bacillus loved to lodge in Ger
man vitalities but found ro place of rest
in the stout Irish stomach. That was
the year, the month, the very day almost
June 2, 1866, of the Fenian invasion of |
Canada and the battle of Ridgeway.
The Irish soul was stirred and repelled
the assaults of Herr C. Bacillus as easily
as it did that of the Queen’s Own of
Toronto.
Strange, too, was the entrance of the
deadly thing in the great cholera years
of 1848-9. The pest was beaten off from
New York in the former year, but at
the same time it made a lodgment in ill-
kept, unkempt, disheveled, down-at-the-
heel New Orleans, and six months atter-
ward it came up the Misissippi river, and
by Chicago and the lakes to Buffalo,
and thence by the Erie canal to Man-
hattan island, whereon before it left it
had 5,071 deaths to its score, the great-
est score it ever made.
That was its highest score, but the
deadliest fight it ever created in its first
visitations—1832 34.48 66 wherein it
has cut off 15,000 lives—was in 1832,
That was before the applieation of steam
to ocean traffic, before the great tide of
immigration had set in, when New
York was comparatively a little city
and one which had time to think about
itself and its ailments. Then business
stopped while thousands fled and piles
of coffins stood upon the street corners
ready for those who had the need to
come and take them, There were but
8,513 deaths in all and but 210 died on
the 21st of July of that year, as against
the 713 who perished on the same day
of the vear 1849.
In the earlier time cholera was a mys-
terious plague, to be fled from as the
wrath of God, and in the later it wasa
dread disease, to be met and battled with
by the recently enrolled armies of sani-
tation and bygiene. The difference in
the effect marked the spread of know-
ledge and the diversification of interests
in the time between.
So if it comes now there will be no
flight, no panic, no signs of terror on the
streets ; but we will go our usual ways
and trast to the papers for our news and
the beaith authorities for our safety.
A New Alloy.
A Substitue for German Silver Devised.
A silver bronze alloy, designed as a
substitute for German silver, and intend-
ed especially for rod, sheet, and wire
purposes, is now made the composition
consisting of little more than two-thirds
copper, with certain proportions of
manganese, aluminum, silicon, and
zine. This alloy is represented as hay-
ing a tensile strength of about 57,000
pounds on small ba.., and 20 per cent.
elongation and has been roll~d into thin
plate and drawn into wire of 0.008m. in
diameter. The electrical resistance of
the article is stated to be higher than
that of German silver, and the expecta.
tion is that it will prove to be a mater:
ial the resistance of which will afford the
elec trician better and cheaper wire for
the rheostat than any other alloy. It
seems that the difficulties attending the
casting, ete, of a pure mangancie
bronze have thus been surmounted by
introducing into the alloy a small per -
centage of aluminum—the addition of
1} per cent. of this metal to the alloy
converting it from the most refractory
in the casting process to the most satis-
factory in this respect. The addition of
the aluminum also insures an alloy or
such greater non-corrodibility than
either German or nickel silver, and with
the good result attending the introduc-
tion of silicon and zinc, in the propor-
tion of 5 per cent. of the former and 13
of the latter, a decided success is
achieved.
Mills Much Broken Down.
He Announces That He Will Retire From
Public L.fe on Account of His Health.
SAN ANTONIO, Sept. 8.—Senator Ro-
ger Q. Mills, is in this city! He states
that his health is very much impaired
and that he will be compelled to retire
from his State canvass in a few days.
“I am anold man and will have to
give up active political work” said he
“I am completely run down now and
shall take a much needed rest. I have
received a great many invitations from
the Democrats of the North to enter the
canvass, but I have declined them all
owing to the condition of my health.”
Senator Mills repeated his statement
that he will not take an active partin
the Texas Gubernatorial fight but he
will vote for Hogg.
— Senator John G. Carlisle, of
Kentucky, looks like an ascetic. He is
tall and spare, with thin white hair and
mustache, and is partial to tall white
bats and light colored clothes, always
with a frock coat, which he keeps tight-
ly buttoned. Senator Carlisle’s man-
ners are cold and reticent. He is sixty,
and strides through the streets rapidly.
He comes from the State so picturesque-
ly described at the Chicago Convention
“where the maidens are the fairest and
sweetest, where the matrons are the
most wholesome and womanly, and
where the whiskey is £0
choice that intemperance is a virtue.”
Northern Democrats say ‘“Car-lisle,”’ to
the amazement of Southern Democrats,
who say “Car-lisl.”
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The World of Women.
The Orderly Girl.
When looking for a summer girl,
With whom, perchance, to mate,
It’s just as easy to pick out one
With her galluses on straight.
A sailor hat of coarse white straw has
an Alsatian bow of black velvet resting
flat on the brim.
Miss Calhoun, of the Treasury De-
partment, is said to handle 85,000 coins
daily and detect counterfeits at a touch.
Stripss are still in favor, and the wo-
man who does not number at least one
striped gown in her wardrobe may
count herself not “up to date.
Black, ecru and white silk mulls are
used in making the little toy capes
worn with summer dresses, also
fishers’ net and silk grenadine.
The handsome English mohairs have
been greatly used in the formation of
stylish, durable and lady-like traveling
costumes for journeys by land and sea.
Several observant ladies have discov-
ered that vegetarians have clear com-
plexions, and have either renounced the
use of meat entirely or partake of it
sparingly.
Ribbon garniture will maintain its
popularity—at times, plain ; at others,
reversible, in two colors— moire and
satin for edging purposes. Equally
popular are embroideries laid on flat:
Fine light wool costumes for summer
journeys are made with bell skirts and
low peasants waist of the goods, plain,
striped or checked, that reaches just un-
der the arms. Above this is a waist of
wash silk, which is always cool and
comfortable.
Many varieties of color have been
added to the familiar standard shades
and there are also pretty figures, bars,
dots, sprigs and stripes are introduced
on some of the newer weaves. Gowns
made of these fabrics can be worn until
the snow falls.
In Sweden. whera many bread-win-
ning employments are open to women,
a recent bill to the legislature asks for
permission to hold office as sexton in the
State Church. A school of horticulture
has also been lately established to pre-
pare women gardeners and florists.
The manufacturers are again making
an effort to introduce pique, and both
white and colored piques are exhibited.
The material is of lighter quality than
that once so fashionable, and bayadere
stripes of china blue, or dark crimson,
in conjunction with white, are among
the new fancies.
A box pleated ruche of ribbon ison
many French dresses. The preference
here is for a folded collar 0 ribbon
fastened in the back or on one side with
a small chou or butterfly bow. Braces
of satin ribbon are folded to a point in
front and black of dress waists, then
box pleated very full on the shoulders
at the top of the wide sleeves.
Mrs. Hannibal Hamlin, the wife of
the late Vice-President Hamlin, who
served with Lincoln during the war, is
a most intellectual and lovely woman,
She lives in the old Hamlin homestead,
in Bangor, Maine, and is perfectly con-
tented in that beautiful city. She is
surrounded by hosts of friends at all
jimes and entertains at every season of
the year:
In fashionable skirts the bell and cor-
net varieties are almost universal. No-
thing appears more simple than either
of these models, but it is far more diffi-
cult to give aplomb, characier and ele-
gence to a perfectly plain costume than
one would imagine, and it is these very
essentials that so many of the so-called
“‘tailor-made’”’ costumes lack. It re-
quires the most experienced masterhand
to prodace a genuine, simple, elegant,
unadorned, fir ‘shed tailor costume.
The Eaton jacket, with blouse front,
is universally popular. It has quite
taken the place of the open fronted sum-
mer jackets, The Eaton jacket proper
is cut in one width in the back, with no
seams. The skirt worn with it is in
princess form, and it is loose-fronted
from the darts only. Just as often it is
made in independent fashion. All pre-
vailing modes appear to be designed for
tall, slim figures, taking no notice of the
requirements of those who represent the
opposite type.
It is seid that for evening in the com-
ing season elaborate coiffures, with curls
on the neck, will be worn. Velvet rib-
bon knotted is still much worn, and
black velvet is often seen in the daytime
twisted through the coils and tied on
top of the head at the beginning of the
parting. Around the face the locks are
arranged at will, as little friz as possible
being the favorite, but to most features
a slight softening is required. Elderly
women dress their hair more elab-
orately than young girls, and are allow-
ed quite as much liberty in the way of
soft frizzes and curls around the face.
Her white summer hat had been
through the wear and tear of a serson,
and as autumn was rapidly nearing the
question arose, ‘‘Where to get a fall
chapeau?’ The old white leghorn was
so sadly soiled, and, its trimming of
creamy ribbon and silk poppies showed
so many grimy smirches, that the owner
of this dilapidated piece of headgear,
whose fund of eriginality was larger
than her bank account, fully realized
the necessity of an autumn hat.
The summer vacation had eaten up in
an astonishing short time her limited
allowance, and for a wkile things look-
ed pretty gloomy. Finally, however,
Mother Wit cama to the aid of the
young woman and offered the means by
which that old white leghorn might be
transformed into the swellest of swell
fall chapeaux.
With a bottle of shoe blacking the
girl gave several glossy coats to the
dusky white surface of the straw, until
it was as black as tke wing of a raven.
Then the cream ribbons were dyed
black like the hat, while the poppies
emerged from a bath of Roman red,
looking like the freshest of bright red
fiowars. A skillful wiring of the brim
enabled the ingeniuus young milliner
to indulge in a few fantastic twists ana
curves, and the flowers and ribbon were
so skillfully intermingled that they
might have bestowed credit upon a
French modiste. The result of this bit
of economical maneuvering was a mod-
ish chapeau, which only the maker's
most intimate friends. who are in. the
secret would dream of putting at less
!'than a fancy price of fifteen or twenty
dollar.