' Bellefonte, Pa., March 17,1893
em
AT SUNSET.
It isn’t the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you've left undone,
That gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun,
The tender words forgotten
The letter you aid not write,
The flowers you might have sent. dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of & brother's way,
The bit ef heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say.
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone
That you had no time or thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
The little act of kindness,
So easily out of mind 3
Those chances to be angels
Which every mortal finds,
‘They come in night and silence,
Each chill, reproachful wrath,
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great.
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late,
And it's not the thing you do,<dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives yew the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
w Margaret E. Sangster, in Fraternal World.
BS ————
MORLEY'S VALENTINE.
The day was dark and gloomy. Ia
the morning the rain had fallen ina
tearful drizzle, freezing as it fell and
causing the sidewalks to be avoided
by all those who were obliged to wall:
to their offices. The middle of the
street showed a long black line of
struggling pedestrians, who were do-
ing their best to keep from falling and
rendering the air heavier and bluer
than it naturally was ‘by the very -un-
complimentary languege regarding the
weather which they used as they #lip-
ped and slid along.
Ia the lot were old and young, grave
and gay, rich and poor, all exchanging
the commen 1emarks abcu. the eoadi-
tion of the sireeis:and the longeon-
tinued spell of t ad weather. Coe,alone
never -deigned to answer auy of the
brief sentences ard betokeued by his
demeanor the thorough coatempt he
had for even the wery insiguificant at-
tempts at friendliness that were made
by bis fellow travelers. He wasa tall,
stern-faeed man, the very piak of veat-
ness in his attire,.and showing by his
demeaner that he asked nothing of the
world bet to be lett alone and permitted
to carry on his own affairs in his own
way. ‘@nce and-once only didihe give
way for a brict seoment to an -exhibi-
tion. of human feeling and that was
when an ill-advised step nearly.precepi-
tated him upea the flat of his back.
The suppressed titter that shook the
forms of his immediate companions
caused him to ecow! fiercely and to re.
straighten himself into even fiercer
rigidity than before the temporary and
involuntary lapse from his usual dig-
nified carriage.
Perhaps itwas the thought.of what
an exhibition he bad made of himself
and the injury done his eelf-pride by
that very youthful titter that made him
slam the door ol his private office with
even greater vigor than usual, and
caused the clerks to bend over their
work with the very suspicious energy
that attacks employes when the pro-
prietor is around.
J. Bb. Morley, of the old-established
firm of Morley & Johnson, was not the
easiest man in the world to work for,
and when his tall figure 1n its upright
severity loomed up among them there
was not a persoa in the establishment,
from the book keeper to the office boy,
that did not fee! somewhat over-awed
by his icy presence. This moraing he
was decidedly out of temper, the failure
to get a car, the icy pavements and the
erowning piece of annoyance, ‘that gig-
gle, had ushered him into hisoffice
prepared to find fault with everything.
His desk was a litter of unopened
letters and the’ scrap basket showed
signs of having not yet been emptied.
“Where's Harris?’ he snapped out
suddenly, coming to his door and start-
ling the.elerk in the immediate vicin-
ty into an incipient attack of the ague
“that caused him to blot the neat col-
umn of figures that he was carefully
adding up.
“I don’t know, sir,”” faltered the em-
ploye, “he was hers a minute ago.”
~~ “Well, why is he not here now ? That
boy thinks I employ him for the pleas.
ure it gives me to pay his salary.
Brooks” (this to the cashier), “remem
ber, this Saturday Harris is discharged.
I can’t haye dronesin my place. Work
is what I pay for. not play. Remember,
on Saturday Harris goes.”
“Yes, eir,” said the cashier, with a
furtive glance toward a boyish fizute
just then coming in through the door
with a face as radiant as a rosy-cheek-:
ed apple and a emile that brought sun-
shine even on such a dark day into the
dingy office. ;
“Here he is now, sir,”’ said Brooke.
At this the boy looked up and seeing
the stern face of bis employer some-
thing of the brightoess vanished from
the little face, and he tried to conceal
by an uneasy, furtive movement the
package which heretofore he had car-
ried boldly in his hand.
“Well, young man,” growled Mr.
Morley, “you keep fine hours, I must
say. Things have come to a pretty
pass when an employer arrives before
his office boy. Where have you been,
and what have you been doing?”
“Please, sir,” came the faltering
answer, as the blue eyes grew dim and
the cheeks flushed at the open sarcasm
in the man’s tone. “I was here at 7
and helped Mrs. Dooley to clean up,
and only ran out when the shops open-
ed just for a minute. I haven't been
gone long, have 1?" and he looked ap-
pealing around for support from his co-
workers, but in vain, none of them, not
even Brooks, dared corroborate his
statement, though they knew it to be
true.
“And pray what great purchase had
eter Nellie.
Was it a fur-lined overecat or a new |
dress suit ?”’ and old Morley hugged
himself in the enjoyment of his own
wit and looked about for appreciation
trom his teilow-clerks, but none was
forth-coming, as every one was in full
sympathy with the dejected little figure
that had been but a short time ago
buoyant with joy and gladness. §
“I went to buy a valentine,” said the
boy, with a momentary glauce at the
cherished packet.
“A valentine? nice trash for a boy
earning $2 a week to spend his money
on—a spooney combination of hearts
and doves and indecent little Cupids. A
woeful waste of money. Harris, you.
are a spendthrift and a drooe, and you
are not the sort of a boy we want in
this place. On Saturday, Harris, you
go. You understand me, on Satarday.”
For a minute the boy’s face hlanch-
ed, but only for that single instant,and
then, straightening himselt up until he
was in bearing at least the equal of the
slim man facing him, his yong voice
rang out in defiant defense of his ac-
tion, ;
“I am neither a spendthriit nor a
drone, Mr. Morley. = You have, of
| course, a right to discharge, me, but I
mean to tell you that the two dollars
| you pay me goes, every cent of it, to
{'hely my mother and little crippled sis-
I boughtithat valentine for |
{'her out of an extra dime I earned car-’
tying a satchel to Broad Street Station.
‘She's sick and the doctor says she aint
long for this world, and I keew it
would please her, end so I weat out
early to get it fearing the ten-cent ones
might all be gone. If you discharge
me it'll take away the best part of
sending it to her, but I ain’t going to
worry her about it'for this may be ber
last Valentize Day.”
Here the boyish voice breke and
Morley,whe had stoed listening agaist
his will by the very power of the bey’s
eloquence, now gathered himself to-
gether, as if ashamed of the momentary
weakneges, and in his usual dry tone re-
peated :
“Saturday—you understand?” Some-
how Morley was not himself that day.
He argued that the weather affected
him, and the boyish face of little Har-
ris would come between him and the
letters and papers, and if he had not
been J. B. Morley, the sesior member
of the firm of Morley & Johnsen, he
would have thought that it wasremorge
that bothered him. As it was, how-
ever, he attributed his uneasy feelings
to indigestion and tried to forget all
about the scene of the morning, bat it
would come back again and again. “A
valentine,” he'thought, and with the
mention of the name memory carried
him back to the days of childhood
when he, too, wrote little verses and
pasted pink paper hearts on sheets of
paper to be sent surreptitiously to little
sweethearts, Then, later on, how he
bad hoped toswin pretty Mabel Bunton
and had on another Valeutine’s Day
placed his tate in the envelope that
carried the most expensive valentine
the little town ot Wilton afforded.
Poor Mabel! Many Valentine Days
had passed since he laid her aad the
wee white blessom, that lived but a
day, underithe sod in the old ehurch-
yard. Perhaps be would have been
ditlerent it she had lived, but life had
been hard and stern with him, and he
must be cruel and unrelenting ‘in re-
tarn.
That night as he entered the tiny
house that he call home, for despite
his ricnes he had never attempted any
grardear in kis surroundings the dark-
nes: and the chill of the inner hall
struck him as an icy hand and upon
making a light his eyes fell wpon an
envelope laid conspicuously upon-the
little table that did service for a hat.
rack.
“A valentine,” he thought, then
laughed to himself at the absurdity
of such an idea, but something of the
old-time expectation and hesitancy
made hie fingers tremble as he tore
it open and under the hall lamp de-
voured its contents.
Mg. MORLEY.
Deer Sur: Seein as I axed you for more
wages and yez refused, I can but plaze meslif
and get anohter place
Mary ANN Dwyer.
castic humor. “My valentine, a mes
sage of love from the one person in all
the world on whom I wag dependent
—my cook. Cupid must laugh to
himself over such a billet deux. Well,
I was an old fool to think that there
was aayoue silly.enough to send me a
valentine, I who this very morning
laughed at a boy’s love for his sister, I
who have pinched the poor and robbed
the widow? Yes, robbed, I know it,
I dare say it to wyself, for itis the
truth. I, such a one as that, expected
a valentine. Itis a joke worth mak-
ing merry over,” and his hollow laugh
awoke the echoes of the silent house
.a8 he rummaged about among the pots
and kettles and endeavored to get him-
selfup an apology for a meal, for with
all his means the thought of going to
a restaurant never occurred to him.
“Ha, ha!” he laughed, as he poked
at the clinkers in the grate! “Morley’s
valentine—Morley’s valentine. Well,
valentine if I have to send it myself ;
it'll be mine, and ‘though my, cook has
left me and my friends all dead or
wrapped up in their own eoncerns, I'l]
have a bit of valentire fun and surprise
myself by doing such a thing as Ma-
bel would. have wished.” And as
though afraid that he would repent of
the unusual resolution the tall figure
leaned over the oaken desk and wrote
and sealed a message that would bring
joy to three hearts ou the morrow
When little Harris, cast down by
the shadow of his discharge, appeared
at the office in the early hours of the
morning, Mrs. Dooley handed him an
envelope, explaining as she did'so that |
she had found it ‘poked under the |
dure” whenshe came at o'clock to |
. t
clean up, “Shure, it must be a valea- |
tine,” The boy’s eyes skimmed over |
the lines and took in the meaning of
the few crisp words: “You are re
it's Morley’s
“My valentine,” he laughed in sar-,
why shouldn't there be a Morley’s |
were made.
son at a salary of $4 per week. Ii
you. thank me you are dischared,”
signed “J.B. Morley.” « And throw-
ing his arms about the amazed scrub-
woman, in a voice from which all sor-
row had fled, he cried : “It is.it is;
valentine ?'! — Edith
Townsend Everett.
Persia in A Bad Way.
The Shah Now Under the Control of wu Priest-
ty Oligarchy.
The internal affairs of Persia seem to
be proceeding steadily trom bad to worse.
A correspondent of the London Times,
who declares that he has the highest
authority for his statements, writes:
The priestly caste, which has always en-
joyed greater authority in Persia than
in Mussulman countries of the Sunm
persuasion, although humbled by the
present ruling dynasty, has exploited to
the utmost the prevailing discontent for
the furtherance of its own ends and the
revival of ‘its own prestige. Mahdist
doctrines—. e., the belief in the speedy
advent to the twelfth Imam, who is to
sweep the unbelievers off the face of the
esrth—have always had a strong hold
upon Shiite Mobammendans. During
the last Mubarrem festivals the priest-
hood announced in many mosques that
a» mahdi and savior unto Persia had risen
at Sammars,near Bagdad,in the person
of Mollah Hajji Mizra Hassan Shirazi,
and that he was predestined to rule over
the land. This ominous aanouncement
was rendered still more significant by
the omission of the khutbeh, the prayer
for the shah, which througout Islam is
the most-ancient and sacred privilege of
royalty. These incidects acquire all
the more gravity that the shah feels
himselfhelpless to cope with the im-
pending crisis.' Treachery is rampant
within the palace itself, and the shah
third son, Prince Naib-es-Sultaneh, who
is at the same time minister of war. is
known to be in secret sympathy with
the malcontent leaders. Itisno exag-
geration to say that the shah rules in
little more than name, and, as it were,
on sufferance. The power, both in the
capital and the provinces, almost
throughout his empire, has passed out
of his hands into those of the priestly
oligarchy, who are the masters of the
situation. The grand vizier himself—
Emin-es-Sultan—has been compelled to
enter into secret negotiations with the
most influential of these holy agitators,
Mollan Mirza Hassan Ashtiany, in the
hope, it is alleged, of persuading him
that the deposition cf the shah, would
involve the occupation and possible di-
vision of the last great shah kingdom by
the very Europeans whose presence is
so loathful to every right-thinking
Mussulman.”
Two Metropolitan Childres:.
It was on Third avenue the other
day that the face of a bey not more than
“6 years old, with a cigarette thrust be-
tween the little lips, attracted the atten-
tion of a woman who was passing. The
child’s puny, sickly appearance, for he
looked as if nothing more than cigarettes
was needed to break his slender hold on
life, made the woman stop in the hope
that here was an opportunity for a word
in season.
*Don’t you know,” she began, “that
you'll never grow up to be a big, strong
man if you smoke those bad cigarettes ?
You’ll die, and you don’t want to do
that, I know,”
“Naw, I won’t die nuther,” said the
young smoker without taking out his
weed.
** What would your mother say:if she
saw you ? was the next query.
0h, she lets me.”
A chubby little chap of 4, round cheek-
ed, a mere baby, stood at the elder one’s
side during the talk. The woman turn-
ed to him.
“Your little brother does’t smoke
cigarettes. You are setting him a bad
example.”
The younger bey smiled, but said
nothing.
“Naw, he don’t smoke cigarettes,”
spoke up the other one; ‘‘he smokes a
pipe.”
And the woman fled, abashed before
those two terrible infants.—New York
Times.
rr —————
Pride Goeth Before A Fali.
They were walking along Michigan
avenue and the wind was blowing a
gale, The young women’s skirts were
whirled about her in a way that sorely
impeded progress. Her fur-trimmed
«cape blew up about her ears and knock-
ed ber hat rakishly on one side, and
altogether it was fairly evident that the
present style of feminine attire was not
adapted for pedestrian exerc 8) on win-
day days. ' Asshe bowed to the blast
and clutched wildly at her hat he walk-
ed steadily by her side, smiling in a
superior fashion. Finally his apprecia-
tion of his own attire became so strong
‘that he could not forbear to mention it.
“I must say,” he remarked, “that
women’s clothes seem to me highly ri-
dieulous and inappropriate for such a
day as this. Of course (conciliatingly)
it’s the fault of your dressmakers and
milliners, but you must admit it’s to-
tally unsuitable.”
The young woman raised her Lead to
reply, when a sudden gust seized his
Alpine hat and bore it swiftly and
gracefully through the air for a few
hundred feet. “Then it landed in a pud-
dle left from the previous day’s rain and
lightly skimmed the surface of the wat-
er. The young man pursued and fin-
ally captured it, and when he rejoined
his companion she only remarked :
¢Of course it’s the fault of your. hat-
ters, but it is totally unsuited to this
"climate, isn’t it ?”’-ZChicago Times.
Silk From Wood Pulp.
The efforts of certain manufacturers
| of St. Etienne, France, to work a pro-
cess invented by Count Chardonner tor
the manufacture of silk from wood pulp
by a method similar to that used in con-
verting wood into paper, 18 described in
a recent. consular report, It appears
that a few years ago similar attempts
Large works were built at
Besaucon, and preparations for making
silk from ‘wood’ were. made on ‘a some-
whut extravagant scale. . Soma remark-
able specimens of silk made by this pro-
cess wereshown, and now a company
is being organized to go at the novel
business in earnest.— New York Wit
you'to make eo early in the morning? | tained in the service of Morley & John. ness.
Gobelins Tapestry.
A report of the United Siates consul
general in Paris on French tapestries !
gives some interesting information in
regard to the famous Gobelins factory.
It was tounded in 1607 by Henri IV,
in the scarlet dye works originally es-
tablished in the fitteenth “century by
Jehan Gobeli: «= Tu 1662 it was bought
by Louis XIV., on the advice of Col-
bert, and formed into the “Manutac-
tures des Meubles de la Couronne,”
with 800 workmen directed by the
most celebrated artists. After the
death ot Louis XIV the factory revert
ed to its original work of making tapes:
try only. The national factory of Go-
belins is now divided into three sec-
tions, dye shops, tapestry shops and
carpec workshops. The first not on-
ly produce every color, but twenty or |
thirty shades of each, The execution
of the tapestry is so glow that an artist
cannot produce more than a fourth of
a square yard in a year. In 1826 the
manufacture of carpets was added.
These are remarkable for their soft-
ness and the evenness of their tissue.
Some of them take five to ten vears to
produce, and cost from 60,000 francs
to £50,000 francs. Several tapestries of
special importance exhibited at the
Gobelins are mentioned by the consul
general. A portrait of Louis XIV. by
Rigaud is considered the chef d'aeuvre.
A special account of the method of
making the tapestry, by Mr. Debray,
an expert, is also given in the report.
This gentleman says that the value of
‘Gobelins is on the average 3,000 francs
to 4,000 francs per square meter, while
that of the Beauvais tapestry is as
much as 7,000 francs. The character-
istics of Gobelins are large historical
scenes and reproductions from cele
brated paintings Sales to private per-
sons are only permitted by the special
authority of the minister of fine arts.
The Gobelins factory 18 joined the
carpet factory of La Savounnerie (the
building in which this work was first
commenced was originally a soap
factory), in which velvet carpets, re-
producing kistorical aud mythological
subjects, are manufactured in the same
ways as velvets. The artists at Gobe-
lins receive very high salaries. Hand
tries of the ordinary dimensicns re-
quire on the average three years. The
manufacture of silk tapestries at Nimes
has been decliningsince 1750, and there,
as at Awbusson, it is in private hands.
At Beauvais as well as Gobelins the
maufacture is controlled by the state.
Coton warps, called boyauz, are em-
ployed, the weft is of twofold wool, and
is a species of Australian mohair wool,
denominated laine brode, its charact-
eriztic being that it is open and firm.
The welts are dyed by expert chem-
ists and dyers, by the old method of
looms only are employed, and tapes- |
The American Oxford.
Plans For the Greal Methodist Uuiversity at
Washingten.
The great Methodist university at
Washington cigy is a fixed fact. True,
the structures are yet to be bul, aod
even the cornerstone of Lincoln mem.
orial hall will not be laid till next Oc-
tober, but the ground 18 secured, (he
planus have been enthusiastically ap
proved by the whole church, aud tiere-
tore the university is a fixed tact.
The site consists ot 92 acres of ground
beautiful for situation and the delight
of all who have seenit, in the famed
northwest section, bisected by Massa-
chusetts avenue extended, and is now
worth about $750,000. lt was present
ed to the trustees by the citizens of
Washington, and already one may see
there indications of the rising city
which is to be from thestart consecra:-
ed to piety andsound learning. Within
afew years the denomination which
had its origin at ancient Oxford will
have an American Oxford ot its own.
Lincoln memorial hail, as alo esaid, is
to be the first structure erected, and
this is to be paid for by $1 contributions
from those who desire to bounor the
memory of Abraham Lincoln.
At the main entrance tothe tower 13
granite columns will represent the orig-
inal states. At the corners are columns
representing the new stafes admitted
down to the time of Liucoln’s inaugra-
tion. Above in the turret are the pro-
phecies of the states yet to be and the
territories. In the center of thespace
elevated above this canopy is the shield
of the United States, the bars ot gothic
tracery and the field set with 13 trans-
lucent and glittering stars of Rocky
mountains quartz crystal. Surround-
ing the whole is a roof of metal in the
form of tents, as near as possible, as a
suggestion of the tented field.
This tower is to be upon the Lighest
plateau in the District of Columbia,and
from its top the view will extend over
the whole territory between the Blue
Ridge and the Atlantic ocean. Toward
the right rises the Sugar Loaf moun.
‘tain, and to the left are the windings of
the Potomae, beyond which are the
‘historic battlefields. Massachusetts
aver.ue, running through the very cen:
ter of the city, and upon which stands
many palatial residences, opens up di
rect communication with the university.
Every prominent building of the c'ty
will be visible from this elevation, and
towering far above them all is the beau-
tiful vaulied dome of the capitol and
the shapely shaft of the monument.
And on this commanding platean the
Methodists expect to rear the Ameri-
can Oxford.
Mad Michigan Rivers.
wood dyes, such as indigo, cochineal
and curcuma. Port wool and part silk
tapestries are also manufactured, and a
limited number all silk.
Ingersoll’s Poem of Life.
Born of love and hope, of ecstacy and
pain, of agony and fear, of tears and joy
—dowered with the wealth of two nnit-
ed hearts——held in happy arms, with
lips upon lite’s drifted tont, blue veined
and fair, where perlect-peuce finds per-
fect form——rocked by willing feet and
wooed to shad wy shores of sleep by
siren mother singing soft and low—iook-
ing with wonder’s wider and startled
eyes at common things of lite and day —
taught ty want and wish and con-
tact with the things that touch the
dimpled flesh of baves—lured by light
and flame and charmed by coloer’s won-
drous rokes, learning the use of hands
and feet, and the love of mimicry be-
guiled to speech-releasing prisoned
thought from crabbed and curious
marks on soiled and tattered leaves--
puzzling the brain with crooked num-
bers anc the changing, tangled worth
—and through y ars of alternating day
and tizht uni 1 the captive grows famil-
1ar with the cbaws and walls ana hwi-
tations of a lite.
And time runs on in sun and shace,
until the one of all the world is wooed
and won, and all the lore and love is
taught and learned again.
Again a home is built, with the fair,
chamber wherein faint dreams, hke cool
and shadowy vales, divide the biliowed
hours of love. Again the miracle of
birth— the pain and joy, the kiss of wel-
come and the cradle song, drowning the
noisy prattle of a babe.
And then the sense of obligation and
of wrong—pity for those who toil and
and weep-—tears for the imprisoned and
despised —love for the generous dead,
and in the heart tne ' rapture of a high
resolve
And then ambition, with its lust of
pelf and place and power, longing to
put upon its breast distinction’s worth-
less badge. Then keener thoughts of
men, and eyes that see behind the smil-
ing mock of craft—fl.t ered no mote by
the obdequious cringe of gain and greed
—knowing the uselessness of hoarded
gold and honor bought from those who
charge the usury of self respect—o! pow-
er that only bends a coward’s knees and
forces from the lips of fear the lies of
praise. Knowing at last the unstudied
gesture of esteem, the reverent eyes
made rich with honest thoughts, and
holding high above all other things—
high as hope’s great throbbing star
about the darkness of the dead—the
love of wife and child and friend.
Then locks of gray and growing love
of other days and half remembered
things—then holding withered hands of
those who first held hie, while over dim
and loving eyes death softly pressed
down the lids of rest.
And so, locking in marriage vows his
children’s hands, and crossing others on
the breasts of peace, with daugbter’s
babes upon’ his knees, the white hair
mingling with the gold, he jcurneys on
Derrorr, Mich.,, March 13.—The
warm weather of the past few days has
caused the heavy maszes of ice and snow
in the Grand, Shiawasse, Raisin, Clin-
| ton and many other of thesmaller rivers
[ throughout the state to move. The ear-
ly part of this week innumerable gorges
formed in these rivers and have caused
the water to back up, flooding the cities
and towns lying on their banks. Sever-
al bridges have been washed away, hous-
es, stores, mills and other buildings flood-
ed and other damage done, the amount
of which is not yet known. As far as
known no lives were lost.
This ice is gorged above Ionia, and a
big force of men is at work blasting it
out. The lower part of the Michigan
Clothing company’s buildings is flooded,
and their loss will Le heavy. At Lyons
the water rose several feet an hour.
Early this morning. The fire bells were
rung to alarm the residents of that town
of the fact. All of the lower town is
flooded several feev deep. Acres of ice
poured over the dam and caused a tre-
mendous backwater, which resulted in
much damage to factories, Grand river
is over a mile wide there. At Jackson
the basements of ten stories are flooded.
Mt. Clemens is also a sufferer. The east
of the city is flooded.
Cremating Garbage.
How the Work is Done in New England Cities.
The consumption of garbage by cre-
mation has been begun in quite a num-
ber of places in this country, and the
one which is'an object lesson to cities
is the double-firs sy-tem now in use
in Lowell and in other parts of the
country. This crematory is a brick
structure, 40 feet long, 10 feet wide and
12 feet bigh, with a stack 75 feet in
height. The top cf the furnace is reached
by a platform and the garbage is col-
lected in carts and dumped down the
slopes. into the feed holes in the top of
the furnace. After thefurnace has been
charged, two fires are lighted. The
flames pass from the first fire to the gar-
bage piled on the grates, and the gases
and smoke attending the combustion
then pass to the second fire, where they
are consumed. All the products of the
burning of the garbage must pass
tkrough one of these fires. We have not
roum for detailing how this system is man
aged, but the results are such that works
successfully wherever it has been tried.
and its adoption in many of our large
cities 13, apparently, only a question of
time. ‘
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Dynamite For sigoor Brin.
Two Bombs Found in the House of an Italian
Minister.
Royme, March 7.—Two dynamite
bombs were discovered to-day in the
house of Signor Brin, Minister of For-
eign Affairs.
Another bomb was found in front of
a local prison.
Free Text Books,
A bill: was introduced in both
from day to day to the horizen where
the dusk is waiting for that night—sit- |
ting by the holy hearth of home, as the |
last embers change from red to gray, he :
falls asleep within the “arms of one he
worshipped and adored, feeling upon his |
pallid lips love's last and holiest kiss. |
of |
—— Within a six-mile radius
Charing Cross, London, there are 27
miles of railway and 225 etations, and |
within a twe¢lve-mile radius over 400
miles of line and 801 stations.
branches of the legislature Wednesday
morning oppropriating $1,000,000 for
the purchase of text books for the com-
mon schools of the State.
First Meeting of the Cabinet.
WasnineroN, March 7.—<The first
meeting: of Mr. Cleveland's Cabinet
"was held this afternoon a% the un-
usual hour of 3 o'clock, and it lasted
something more than two hours. All
the members were present.
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The World of Women.
A sword hilt is used as a brooch.
The guard is of small gold wire, with a
stone or pearl in the centre of each.
Several row of black satin ribhon of
graduated width make a neat decora-
ton for dark green or navy blue woolen
gowns.
Now that every one has velvet sleeves
the new craze is for satin sléeves, but as
they are madeinto two huge putts, it
takes an artist to hang them gracefully.
The old fashioned rolled hem, held in
place by blind stitches, is used for the
lower edge of the fashionable flounce,
while the upper edge is a standing rufile
of the material doubled.
Gorgeous little house jackets, closely
coyping those worn by the Turkish la-
dies, show rich embroideries of untarn-
ishable gold thread upon a blue, black
or searlet velvet background.
A striking innovation in some of the
new importations is. overskirts. These
at present are generally split up in
front or at the sides to show the bell
skirt beneath, They hang perfectly
straight.
A fine quality of ladies’ cloth, which
is now calied babit cloth, is an extreme-
ly popular material. It comes in all
the exquisite new shades and is used not
only for tailor-made costumes, but for
those that are much more elaborate.
Myra Clark Gaines left an estate
worth $925,000 when she died, in 1887.
The lawyers have absorbed $800,000 of
itin fighting over her will and hope to
be ahie to get away with the remainder
in the new trial which they have just
commenced.
Hop sacking the latest and most fash-
ionable dress goods, reminds one of
canvass, being peculiarly suggestive of
a hammock. However, as several swell
tailors bave built gowns of it for yacht-
ing and traveling purposes, it will prob-
ably become quite as fashionable on
this side as it is in England.
Only a woman with plenty of money
can afford to buy cheap materials, wear
light colors or select ultra styles. Only
a beautiful woman with a great deal of
color and undeniable youth can afford
to wear lavender tints. Only a brilliant
woman can afford to use sarcasm and
only a shrew who cares nothing for:
popularity can afford to be impolite.
Mrs, Sarah C. Sears, whose ““Romola”
took the Evans prize at the Water Col-
or Exhibition, is a Boston woman whose
husband, Montgomery Sears, enjoys the
reputation of being the richest man in
that city. Mrs, Sears, in addition to
being rich and an artist, is a beauty,- a
tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired woman.
The model for her Romola was her
most intimate friend, Mrs. Bunker.
The most fashionable collar is the one
that is quite straight and is as high as it
can comfortable be worn. To make a
last winter’s collar higher add a small
band of chenille or moss trimming such
as 1s often used for trimming the bottom
of skirts. O, again, bebe ribbon sewed
in many loops to a ribbon foundation
and forming a thick ruche is nov only a
neat und stylish trimming for the neck,
but for the whole bodice.
Don’t believe you ean get rid of wrin-
kles bv filling in the crevices with pow-
der. Instead giveyour face a Russian
bath every night; that is, bathe it with
water so hot that you wonder how you
can stand it, and then a minute after
with cold water that will make it glow
with warmth ; dry it with a soft towel
and go to bed, and you ought to sleep
like u baby, while your skin is growing
firmer and free from wrinkles and you
are resting. =
Nearly all the women wear their
hair low in the neck, many having it
brought quite down over the ears, part-
ed in front and with loose, long curly
locks straying ‘rom the sides. If this
style were not Javored, then the very
pronounced curl in the middle of the
forehead, and shorter locks on the side,
and the Byzantine waves and coils at
the back were worn. High tortoise-shell
combs and daggers appeared to be the
most popular ornaments.
A gray gown worn by a tall stately
girl with brown eyes was very simply
made. The material was Lansdowne,
and the full skirt was trimmed with fine
narrow rufiles set & little apart so that
the lower part was well covered. The
round bodice was made a little full and
had immense leg o’ mutton sleeves, a
high stock and wide belt, each finished
by a 1osette at the back. Over the
shoulders a wide ruffle of creamy lace
gave a bertha effect. Justin front the
girl bad’ pinned a large American
Beauty rose which was just the touch
of color the gown needed to make it
pertect.
Spring millivery is peculiarly gay,
nearly every hat or bonnet being in col-
or rather than the tans or black as we
have been accustomed to.’ Itis nothing
unusual to see a bright green or purple
straw trimmed with pink roses or yel-
low buttercups. The shapes also are
very uncommon, either verging on the
round poke or old-time scoop. A pat-
tern hat in green and black, the crown
being formed of interwoven rubber
stems and the rim of fine black chip.
This extended well over the forehead
and had a rosette of green set on the
fluffy bang. At the back a bunch of
black tips set up over the low crown
and a pert little bow of black satin rib-
bon defined the front.
The bony maiden will rejoice when
the springtime comes, for the new styles
are just her style exactly. There: are,
among other things, walking-jackets
with high, flaring collar, stift shoulder-
capes looped up with rosettes, leg o’
mutton sleeves and a half girdle fasten-
ed in front with a third rosette. The
dresses are all short, all wide, all trimmed
and all silk rufiles inside, the waists are
all short, with girdles, ham! shaped
sleeves and zouave jacket pieces of flar-
ing bretelles of the material, lined and
trimmed to make them still more asser-
tive. Even the silk shirt waists to wear
with shop-made jackets and skirts are
bunched up and puffed up with extra-
vagant ruffles, coilar capes and gather-
ed sleeves 86 inches wide at the top.
Verily the attenuated damsel will be
very deceptive when she is dressed in
her April suit.