made clear to him, and he dwelt fora erat time in the lovely realms of caildish arin imagination. Would that’ this season Bellefonte, Pa., March 31,1893 sterner realities of life! Would *“g@E BIRTH OF THE OPAL. The sunbeam loved the moenbeam And followed her low and high, And the moenbeam fled and hid her head She was so shy, so shy. "The sunbeam wooed with passion, Ah’! ‘he was a lover And histheart was afire with mad desire For'the moonbeam pele and cold. But she fled like a dream before him, Her hair was a shining sheen, And oh, that fate would annihilate The space that lay between. .Just-as the day lay panting, The arms of the twilight dim, The sunbeam caught the one he sought, And drew her close to him. Qut of his warm arms startled, And stirred by:love’s first shock, She pe a trembling maid, An hid in the'niche of a rock. “And the sunbeam followed and found her, And led her to love's own feast, And they were'wed on that rocky bed, And the dying day was their priest. And lo! that beautiful opal, That rare and wondrous gem ‘With the moon and the sun blend into one Is the child that was born to them.. I ————— a His Taddie's Easter Awakening. BY EMERINE STRATTON REES. For a long time the little whi -county and under no circumstances, ‘be mentioned in the same breath with the elegant bay-windowed, verandaed, and cupolaed structure which the Win- should slows called home. There have been an interval of an hour (or, the very least, threequarters of an hour) between the two subjects, ac: to the idea of the Major; but, in truth, profane people, without the least idea of ceremony or. of the fitness of things, just jumbled them up in the same sentence, Actually did that very thing! Men of sense, too! “I don’t see why the Major doesn’t buy out old Collins and extend his lawn,” Judge Clayton remarked to a companion one day, as he wended his way down street cordin to the Court House. “I wonder doesn’t tear the old shanty down, a run his grounds over to the corner.” Just as if the Major had not repe edly urged Adam Collins to sell, h not fumed and fretted at Adam Collins till he was weary with much urging, fuming, and fretting. He had offered a good price for the “ghanty,” but as it was all Adam bad, an inberitance from his father, too, bad deciined. Besides, it would ta a good deal of money to build, and other place, so the mother and children declared, would ever be so home-like. He Then, building-lots were scarce. was not bound to sell; was under obligations whatever to his more for- tunate neighbor, and eo the little cot: tage, which, despite the innumerable spring coatings of whitewash adminis: tered by Jed, in his best and most ar- tistic manner, showed unmistakable signs of decay, remained intact, and sheltered as happy and contented a lit tle flock as any in the town, Adam went on his way, gave no at- tention to other people’s affairs, paid his allotted amount of taxes in spri ‘and fall installments, drove his team week-days, and wore his best blue coat Besides these duties, he took the children out for a walk—out in the country for a bit of green like farm—when Sunday on Sunday. his boyhood’s school was over in the afternoon, that the mother could take a short nap, and have a few undisturbed moments In the meantime the Ma- jor hurled some very ill-sounding words for reading. at the shanty across the way, and the shanty’s owner, and never failed apologize for its being when he show his friends over his beautiful home, The only member of the Winslow any communi family who held cation with the cottage, after th found that Mr. Collins was settled his “confounded obstinency,”’—to use the Major's mildest words—was Ea the son and heir of his devoted parents; Earl, who was to accomplish wonders in the world, to attain to any and all heights of fame that could be scale sult to pass. essary, were to be lavishly devoted attain all the ambitious ends his father In reality, Earl scouted at the ‘idea of governesses Or tutors, blinded his sweet blue ‘eyes to the heights of tame awaiting him, and took had in view. more solid delight in: pinning tops the Collins back yard with Ben, or eat- ing Tilda’s parched corn in the kiteh: en, or even in teaching Mint to frame the words of Mother Goose in her lisp- ing accents,—her rendition of t “Tween of Heants” being Earl's special delight, —it looked exceedingly ungrate ful, but it was true, that this jolly little democrat preferred any one of these pastimes to sitting down in the elegant drawing¥oom by himself, and looking at the loveliest picture-book that ever came from the eity. Ben Collins’ and ‘Earl Van Dy pure, undistur chantment for all is love! ling——always trustworthy. close its session, the intensified wrath of the Major. at| “Did your mother say bring it, Earl?” she asked. more. them all. ing to do. wonder in the flower world. We'll see who ean beat. ain't it, Mrs. Collins?” did not lack novelty. nac, M ke says.” watched with great anxiety. disciplined lily should. to | brain. ed| The child bad been sitting in Mint’s wooden rocker, a privilege granted only occasionally, his dimpled chin resting in his hands his curls falling carelessly ey | over his broad lace collar, and against He raised his head, and looked across at Ben. rl, | That young man was lost in thought and pondering over the wondrous story. His mother had often told them of it before, yet it was always new. Ben ) d; | managed to forget some part of it every Earl, who was to acquire the wisdom : of the ancients if wealth and the wisest scholars of the age could bring that re- Money, expense, time, patience, labor, and anything else nec- in | the dark blue of his coat. time. Him, Easter? Will you?” to| “Y-e-s,” the answer came, rather re: luctantly, and the black head nodded Not a glad, ‘cheerful re- sponse, for the flower was very precious He thought a moment longer. Earl was asking him to give this lovely in | white lily, when it blossomed to the dear Lord, the same dear Lord who His mother had often told them how He had laid His hands on the little children, and blessed them. he | Yes, and his face brightened up, he Besides, Earl had said that they would try another Yes, slow assent. to Ben. loved children. would give it, of course. flower for the Fourth of July. he would give it to Him. boy on his knee, in the interest of his plantations. ke| ‘“Now,my dear, I wanta fullaccount of delicious trustfulness were mot 80 soon and go rudely swept away. by he "that we could keep these laddies sweet and bed in the land of eo- ‘a longer time, {rom the strife for fame, the getting of gold, and the evil days when they have little or no pleasure in that which leads so near thegate of the beautiful city where It questions arose, and they general: ly did, that Earl and Ben could not set- tle for themselves, they carried them to busy Mrs. Collins. It Earl made positive assertion that a Remington ri- fle could kill a rabbit or a muskrat | quicker than a breech-loader, or that a | flock of white-robed angels sung in his church choir every Easter morning (which assertion more pratical Benja- min denied, because, as he argued, ‘if they was angels, they’d have wings. there wouldn’t be room fora whole flock'?)—all these points of difference were related, with many confusing ex: planations, to the busy boueeyife, And she gave them the best motherly ad- vice she could, which served to satisfy the disputants, although ber knowledge in regard to rifles and bicycles was vot —with all due deference to Mrs. Col- With the free advice went a ginger cookie, and then, bidding them to run and play and te- | be good lads, the little court would washed cottage of the Collins family : had been what Major Felix ‘Winslow was pleased to call “an eyesore” to his aristocratic eyes. It was, on no ac- Some time before Easter, Earl bad begged from the gardener two lilies warranted to bloom at Easter tide, and to | one of them he had given to Ben. Ben loved flowers dearly, but his mother hesitated about accepting the choice plant. Perhaps it might bring down ou might “She didn’t say I couldn’t,” said the child. “Why, Mrs. Colling, we've got bushels Mike couldn’t take care of I'll tell you what we are go: I've got one, too, and if mine blooms first—1I left mine in the corner of the greenhouse, and told Mike I'd take care of it myself, and he wouldn't have to ’tend to it, and he said ‘all roight,’—you know how fun ny Mike talks. And, ob! Mrs. Col- he | lins, you ought tosee thebig lily Mike's nd | got for Mamma, for Easter morning!” He overlapped his arms till they at- | formed a great “0,” the size of the ad | flower that was to surprise the mother ; whereupon the children opened their eyes and gazed in admiration at the boy who was the happy possessor of such a “I've got a lily, too,” the boy con- he | tinued, “and if mine blooms first, I'm ke | going to give it to Ben, and if Ben's no | blooms first, he is to give 1t to me. Funny way, It certainly “Then we'll try no | another flower for the Fourth of July. That's another good day in the alma As Earl assured Ben’s mother, that afternoon, that his mother wanted Ben to have the lily, for she would not have denied him, bad he asked for half of the gorgeous greenhouse, it was taken carefully, and with all due ceremony, to the sunniest window, and there Not the least embarassed by the critical observ- ng | ers that hovered above it, morning, noon, and night, it grew right on, and in course of time, budded as any well- Before this, however, Mrs. Collins, in her simple way, had told the child: ren the story of the resurrection morn. 80 | The merry little faces were quite sober as she finished, and their questions, though eager, were asked in soit tones. Suddenly, a thoughtsiruck Earl. Ideas did not come so quickly beneath Ben’s at | bristly black hair, nor yet to Tilda’s The voice of Major Winslow's son aroused him: “Ben what do you say ; let's give the first one that blooms to The next Sunday the Major took his He had returned late the night before from a trip South Winslow were of the same age, had the same day for a birthday, and that eventful day was Easter. It was fast drawing near, and the two had been discussing the subject with great inter: est. Noteverybody could have a birth: day on Easter of this year, Ben didu’t know of any one but old Mrs. Scrog: ging, down ia the Hollow, For days before, the two bad talked of the, things, possible or impossible, dear fo their boyish hearts; the gol: den curls and the head with the stiff black hair bobbed and nodded day by day as they spoke of their heart's de- sires, discoursing learnedly on the mer- its of bréech-loaders, ponies, bicycles, and a host of other things far, very far, from the grasp of the lad with the coarse black locks. Butas yet this was not of the whole week's proceedings, What have you doue, seen, and heard?” The Major kissed the upturned face, and rested his hande on the sunshiny curls that nestled against his breast. . The week had not been full of inci deat, nothing startling had. happened that Earl.could. recall. That was, nothing but what bad taken place: at the Collins cottage. Mint, had gra- ciously allowed him to sit in her red rocker for five ‘minutes by the clock, Tilda had shown him two puzzles on the slate, Jed had’ permitted him’ to wield the whitewash brueh once on the end of the house, and Mrs. Collins had fashioned hire a fat gingerbread boy that had two dried currants for eyes, ‘which he saved for the last bite. tive command against the visits to the cottage, yet the child instinctively felt that his father did uot approve, aod once he heard him say a swear word to Ben's father, which so terrified him that he hid himself twenty minutes in the back closet in his mother’s room. So he eat silent 'a moment after his father asked for the week's doings. “I'll tell you a story, papa,” and the head was lifted from its resting place. “All right, my boy, let's have the story first.” a Theu the boy told of the resurrec- tion morn, all in’ bis‘own sweet words, and of the blessed Lord who rose that day, and of theitwo angels/ who talked go comforiingly to the poor women who went to roll the great stone away from the grave and found nobody there, and of how they cried and cried till they found him again. #And I think, Papa,’ said the boy on the Major's knee,” “that the angel's that come down and sing for us Easter morning look just like those other an: gels, don’t you?” Major Winslow had never expended much thought on the possible reseu- blance, and his knowledge of heavenly beings, as a class, was exceedingly lim: ited. He was well versed 1n all that pertained to legal lore, with its myster- jous windings and complications, but the capacity of ‘a nut-shell, and a small one at that, would bave. far exceeded the requirements for stowing away the Major's angel lore. But for all that, was the man to show such ignorance before this laddie, dearer to him than all the angels? Hardly. “Yes,” he answered, not looking at the boy just then, but out through the lace-draped window, and something like a scowl rested on his handsome face as his eyes fell on the “confounded shanty”! of Adam Collins. 4] think so, too, Papa,’ continued the child, looking up in the face above his, “but some boys—one boy I know, named Ben—he doesn’t think so. He thinks their wings would take up too much room.” “Your Ben is a wise young man,” said the father. “Yes, rather doabtfully trom Earl, “but, don’t you see, they could fold their wings while they were singing? That's the way I'd do. wouldn't you?” “I hope my boy will not have any wings to fold very soon,” said the Maj: or earnestly, as Earl ran off to answer his mother’s call. “There would be little left for me to live for if he were taken away.” Poor Major, and poor little boy! How little we know of the future! Be- fore the Easter morn had dawned the Winslow house wasshrouded in gloom. The velvet carpets gave back no sound of the light footsteps that passed over them. The halls and corridors echoed only whispers din their darkened and passage ways. Mike, theZgardener, brought no perfumed, gorgeous blos- goms to the drawing-room; no one cared for them now, nor for the poor lily in the corner of the greenhouse which would have fared sadly had it waited for the little master to come and give it drink. The great, song Maj or and his wife were silent and well- nigh heart-broken, And why! Ab! surely you must have known. The laddie lzy low of a fever. He was so near the heavenly gates that they almost seemed opening to let him in; just ready to change the earthly robe tor one of spotless white and to receive a glad welcome from the dear Lord who loved the children ; so near that the brain of the strong man who had listened to his boy’s sweet story of the resurrection a few short days before, was almost crazed with grief. Easter morning rose resplendent. All without was joy aad gladness, The earliest flowers, lifted their heads to the sun. Lark, redbreast, thrush and wren had learned new songs of thanks- giving and sang as if their hearts were overfloving and their little throats would burst with joy. Ah! they nev- er could have known that Earl had been for long weeks hovering between two worlds. ‘No, they never could have eung so blithely had they but known. Hulda, the maid, thought it wicked to shut out all the surlight that morn- ing, and so the front door swung back on its heavy hinges and let the beams stray in at their own sweet will while she was about her work. “A bit of brightness'll do nobody harm,” she said, as she opened the door, intending to close it in a little while. 3 But before the little while had passed something more substantial than sun- beams came in at the open door. The new comer gave a timid knock with one small, brown hand, while the other tightly clasped a flower-pot, and in the flower-pot was the loveliest white lily that ever saw the light of day. Just before ‘leaving home the lily- bearer had gazed lovingly on the pure petals and. drank in their fragrance, saying to his mother nearby : “Don’t you reckon this is the kind of flowers that grow in heaven? I do.” Receiving no response to the timid knock, for the little, brown knuckles made but small impression on the heavy oaken panels, he made up his mind to veature in, Ought he to go on ? What would Mother say ? Then a giant fear rose in his mind, saying : “Better not go in, the Major Il gr-a-b you” That surely would not be pleasant. He pondered a mo- ment ; the longing to see Earl, the jolly, blithesome playmate once more, was too great. Love overcame the fear ; it's a way Love has, Tucking his Sunday hat under his arm and claeping tighter the white flower, he went up the broad staircase. His tootsteps were light, yet the quick mother-ear caught the sound and knew it for thai of a stranger. “Ter first impulse wae to bid him leave. She looked at the bright ex- pectant little fellow coming up slowly with hjs fragrant burden, and with a reverent look on his face. She would tell him kindly how ill her laddie was. He must not’ come in. How could while the dearest thing on earth, to ber, lay motionless, and in a death: like ‘stupor. A sudden thought entered her train. As a drowning man to the rope, 80 she clung to it. Possibly—Ohi Father in Heaven—if it might be true— | Ben advanced ou tiptoe. There was | no ove that be could see. He knew the room well enough. Had not the | anxious faces in the cottage fixed their ‘eyes on that curtained window day after day ? Yes, he knew that window by heart. He softly opened the door of the sick room and peered in. There | in the corner lay his little friend, wan | and white. The slightest motion of a i thin hand moved the silken cover; Earl must be waking up. Ben was glad ; he was just 1 time to show him his lily the first thing. : “I’ve brought it, Earl,” were the words the listening mother heard be- hind the drapery. “I've brought it,” said Ben, sottly, “and it's the ' beauti- fullest thing you ever saw. It's Easter you know.” The eyelids moved and the blue eyes began to open. On one side of the bed sat the Ma- ! jor, his head bowed in his hands; his pale face had lost all trace of pride. He looked up at the sound of a strange voice, and wondered if he were dream- ing, whea a signal from his wife warn- ed him to keep silent. Slowly the blue eyes opened; then the weak hands stirred, but, oh! so slowly, and the faintest wee bit of a smile played around the fevered lips that fashioned themselves to speak. “Why, Ben |” they said, “I forgot. It’s—the Easter lily—ain’t it ?”’ “Yes,” Ben replied. “I brought it to you, ‘cause you know what you said bout its blooming first. = And then,” he continued placing the flower on a stand by the bedside where the sick boy’s eyes could rest on it, ‘you said we'd give the first bloomer to Him. Don't you remember 'bout that 2" L Flruy to, came feebly from the ed. “You mustn't talk now,” said Ben, stooping to pick up his bat which had tallen to the floor; “but we've been sayin’ prayers for you, we have,—me and Mint and Tilda and Ted and mother (father he’s been so awful busy, he couldn’t very well) and I just knew you'd get well.” He tucked the hat under his arm and walked oa tiptoe to the door. “Good-bye,” he whispered back and the door closed behind him. Present- ly a whispered ‘“Mother’s going to make you a gingerbread horse with currant eyes, and Tilda'll parch you some sugar corn tomorrow’ came through the keyhole like a half-for-got- ten postscript. Then all was still, while the sick boy leaned forward to catch the pertume of the flower. Back trom the shadows ot death into the light!—teeble, flickering light though it was. Back to the arms of the dear ones once more! Had the prayers of “me and Mint and Tilda and Jed and mother” availed? Who knows ? The leaden-hued clouds that hung so heavily on the hearts of the proud Major and his gentle wife were lifted, and let in the blessedest ray ot sun- light that ever shone through the stained-glass windows of the costly home. The crisis was past. The heart of Major Winslow went out to the sturdy son of Adam Collins, whose brown hand he shook reverently, men- tally making note of the best bicycle in the city that should be forwarded to Benjamin Coliins that very week. Bue far sweeter than touch of aris- tocratic hands was the kiss imprinted by the lady mother’s lips on the fore- head of the lad who had broken the dread fever’s spell. And Mike's loveliest lily blossom gent up its perfume and bloomed its sweetest on the altar of Christ church as the boy's gift to Him who had called back from death to life the sunny-haired laddie of the house of Winslow, thatsweet Easter morning.— Worthington Magazine. What a Horse Can Do. A horse will travel 400 yards in four and one-half minutes at a walk, 400 yards in two minutes at a trot, 400 yards in one minute at a gallop. The usual work of a horse is taken at 22,-500 pounds, raised one foot per minute for eight hours per day. A horse will carry 250 pounds twenty-five miles per day of eight hours. = An average draft horse will draw 1,600 pounds twenty-three miles per day, weight of wagon included. The average weight of a horse is 1,000 pounds, and his strength is equal to that of five men. The greatest amount a horse can pull in a horizontal line is 900 pounds, but he can only do this momentarily ; in continued exertion probably half of this is the limit. He attains his growth in five years; will live twenty-five, average sixteen years. A horse will live twenty-five days on water without solid food, seventeen days without eating or drinking. but only five days on solid food without drinking. —Indiana Farmer. Moving on to Chicago. Colonel Marshall McDonald, United States Fish Commissioner, started for Chicago last week, and will remain un- til the installation of the fish is complet- ed. The Colonel says the aquaria in the fisheries building will ‘surpass any- thing of the kind ever exhibited. The Government board of control of the World’s Columbian Exposition to-day moved to Chicago. It will be located in the Government building in Jackson Park. The Paschal Moon. Spring Begins and Easter Soon to Come. Tha paschal is the Easter moon. Easter falls ‘on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the 21st of March. Easter may, accordingly, come as early as March 22 or as late as April 25. This year the paschal moon will be full Hulda bave been so forgetful as to leave the door ajar; of what was she | Though there had never béen a posi- thicking ? No one wanted sunlight on April 1, and Easter Sunday will fall upon April 2. ; Easter is from Oster-mohah,” month of the Ost-end winds. How Fares the Fair. Progress of Preparations at the Chicajo Ex- position Grounds.—Manitoba Has xm Im posing Building —Colerado Will Make an In teresting Display of Her Agriculturil and Mineral Resources—The Colorado Builling. Manitoba isjust outside of the United tes, and her building at the Chicago Vorld’s fuir is just outside of the 2xpos- ition grounds, but the goincidence is ac- cidental. The original ides was ofcourse for Canada’s entire special exhibit to be in one building outside the grounds, but the space was limited. The Dominion erected a small building, which isa ho- tel and club house rather than anything else, and Manitoba, decided that her close eommercial relations with Chicago called for something special and exten- sive. She therefore secured a conspicuous site just outside the grounds on Stony Island avenue, between Fifty seventh and Fifty-ninth streets. It is near the the main entrance to the fair grounds and adjoins the great Sunday School building, which is to be under the su- pervision of Evangelist Dwight L. Moody. On this site Manitoba is com. pleting a structure four stories in height and 90 by 40 feet in dimensions, with a square tower in the center. It is an ex- hibition hall and hotel combined, with capacity to entertain at least 500 people, and exhibition room for many specimens of everything produced in the province. Of Manitoba it is sufficient to say that it consists of one vast valley, 20,000 square miles, of the most fertile land in the world, and an immense area of pasture and wild lands traversed by two great lines ‘of railway, and contains 175,000 people. Among these are some 10,000 Ice- landers, people of very high character and general intelligence, a flourishing colony of Mennonites, a few people of French descent, a few thousand of mixed Scotch and Indians anda few hundred pure Indians, but the great majority is made up of native Canadians and En- glishmen. Wheat and other small grains, grasses native and cultivated, flsh, furs and game will be the chief ar- ticle exhibited. But the Winnipeg Historical society will have a ftne dis- play of relics. Hon. James A. Smart, Manitoba’s commissioner for the fair is a young man of great energy, and hav. ing held the office of commissioner of public works for the province he is thoroughly informed and enthusiastic in regard to its possibilities. Another exhibit which will be a pleasing novelty will be that of Colora- do’s agriculture. The state is a little piqued by becoming so generally regard- ed as a mining region only and 1s mak- ing great efforts to prove that it is a great agricultural state. Its grangers will display their products under a pavilion 80 feet wide aod 23 feet high, every foot of its interior surface covered with grain. The columns will be wrap- ped with cereals in the straw, the arches will be covered with grasses, and the frieze will be composed ot a series ot pic- tures wrought in colored grains. On one table a pyramid of glass boxes will show the comparative amount of grain grown each year since 1874. There wili be 400 varities of wheat. 125 of native grasses, 100 of oats and 85 each of barley and rye. There wili be timothy heads 10 inches long, bunches of clover 2 feet high and many other surprising growths rendered possible by irrigation. Of the grazing and dairy products—the wool, hides and horns —it is needless to speak, the fame of the state 1n those lines being well esiablish- ed. Beside some real fruits there will be 600 facsimiles of fruit done in wax. In the Mining building Colorado has the largest space next lo Pennsylvania, and it will be well fitted with specimens of her wonderful variety of minerals. This section of the Mining building will be of greatest interest, asitis at the junction of the two main aisles, and facing Colorado is the elaborate silver display of Mexico. Colorado’s space will be faced with a marble balustrade of her own production. On each side of the entrance will rise two beautifully polished granite columus. The main shafts will be of Gunnison red granite, the capitals of red sandstone, carved after the Corinthian style. At the base will rest large lumps of rich ore. Twenty-six flat cases will rest on the marble balustrade, and these will be fill- ed with small specimens of ores. There will be 11 columns within the inclosure euch of a variety of mineral, such as hone stone, onyx, alabaster, sandstone, granite. In the center a tall column of granite, with an alabaster cap, will dominate the entire display. At its base will be four large cases, filled with pure gold specimens from Summit county, valued at $150,000. This dis- play will contain the famous crystalliz- ed gold specimens. This is however, but a bare outline of the briiliancy of this state’s display. Every known combination of silver with other substances will be shown ; all the dazzling varieties of sulphurets, carbo- nates and oxides ; the horn silver, ruby silver, peacock ore and many others in red, blue, green and gold. There will also be specimens of coal, iron and other minerals, many kinds of clay, oils and other rock products. The Colorado building proper will be a sort of clubbouse for Colorado visitors. It has attractive reception and reading rooms, and in point of appearance is one of the “most pleasing edifices’ on the grounds. It is in the style of the Spanish renaissance and has a roof of un- glazed red Spanish tiles. It is two stories high, with hanging balconies at both sides and a grand balcony in front. Its dimensions are 125 by 65 feet, and when completed, the buildiag will cost about $30,000: en A — Steady Gains Are Best. The experience of the man who re- cently sold his interest in & large man- ufacturing concern near Boston for over $500,000, a large part, if not the whole, of which he invested in Western lands and Novia Scotia gold mines, and who a fow days later found himself so much impoverished by his transactions that he was unable to meet a note for $702, and had to go to jail, should be a warning to other men who are not satisfied with the constant and legitimate profits of a ‘good New England business; but who wish to wake up Goulds or 'Vanderbilts' after the sleep of a singlenight. I ————————— Lope de Vega was twice married and both times happily. The World of Women. How does a woman love? Once and no more, Though lite forever its oss deplore, Deep in sorrow, or waut, or sia. One king reigneth her hears within; “ne alone, by night and day, Moves her spirit to curse or pray ; O. e voice only can eall her soul Back from tne grasp-of death’s control ; ‘Though loves beset her and friends deride, Yea, when she ~miletn another man's bride, Still for her master her life makes moan, Ounce is forever, aad nace alone. How does aman love 2 Once for all, The sweetests voices of life may call, Sorrow daunt him or death dismay, Joy's red roses bedeck hisx wa, Fortune smile or jest or fr wn, The cruel thumb of the world turn down, Loss betray Lim or gain aelight, Through storm and sunshine by day or night Wandering, toiling, asleep, orawake, Though souls may madden or frail hearts break ; Better than wife, or child, or pel’, Once and forever he loves himself. + Every shade of gray is fashionable. One of the “sweetest” things out in souvenir spoons is the tiny one with a goldan rod bandle. Golden rod is as- sumed to be the national flower. Long fringes hanging from a belt more or less wide and called chate- laines are worn, the fringe reaching to the knee-line 1n some very elegant gar- nitures. A lovely morning gown for a bride is of hzlitrope cashmere with short zou- ave jacket of white guipure lace. It is confined at the waist with white velvet ribbons: For a simpler gown a striped pink and gray French flannel with pink and gray ribbon is pretty. Poke bonnets have had their size somewhat curtailed and are consequent- ly less hideous than when they first came on the scene. Thcugh violets are not the must becoming flowers to wear, the violet trimmed hats are certainly charming, especially those having tiny buttonhole-sized bunches under the brim. ‘ Mrs. Anna Potter, who aspires to be the Mavor of Kansas City, is an aggres- give, self-assertive, independent reform- er, who has an idea that a city should be run in the interest of the people instead of the politicians, aud she is a full two hundred pound weight of earnest femininity that wear glasses and thinks for itself. From every where comes the cry of woe from those of moderate income that last seasons frocks are practically useless on account of the present ample dimen- sions of the skirts. Not for years has there been such a general renovation of the wardrobe needed for those who would be in the fashion. Added panels and fronts are very obvious make-hifts, and there really seems nothing for it but to buy new gowns out and out. In the large hais a porcupine Leg- horn was one of the prize beauties. This peculiar straw is obtained by deft- ly picking from the weaving thread af- ter thread ot the fine meshes until a rough, needle-like over surface is ob- tained. On the side it was caught up with a double roll and ornamented with spreading moss green velvet bows, yel- low ostrich tips and gold net wings. The desire to broaden the shoulders is now intense. On some of the Spring gowns epaulettes fall to the elbow and these are covered with ruffles. No one cou!d put her hand to her heart and aver thatthe effectis pleasing. Much prettier are the devices of lace, which are bewildering in thejr variety with their knots of ribbon, butterfly bows, which every woman can arrange for her own shoulders as cleverly as she can get them readv made, In jackets the great thing seems to be to have the shoulder cape, it not the sleeves of & contrasting material or color and on this choice depends your reputa- tion for good taste, = When in doubt take tan or chumpagne color, which is lighter and very striking and make the cape of black satin or green velvet. Even a plain black jacket is dignified with stylish distinction when surmount- ed with pagoda frill of black satin, fine and lustrous. The head mistress of the high school for girls in Birmingham, Eogland, sug- gested that parents who are anxious as to the career and future of their daugh- ters should train them to be teachers of cookery. She finds from the Liverpool Cookery School that there is a constant demand for qualified teachers, and that more applications were received than could he satisfied. The renumeration varies from $7.50 to $15 a week—excel- lent wages for England. The new bodices are usually round at the waist, though sometimes they are slightly pointed at the front and back. They ae finished with a belt of narrow fold and high, full sleeves of various kinds. A great many of the new bod- ices will be made with jacket effect this Spring as they have been during the Winter. - Fall fronts of crepe are again used on silk dresses, but wool dresses have a front of some of the various French novelty goods, wherein a black or dark pile of silk partially covers a gay ground, which is also heightened by tinsel. Mme Christine Nilsson has given $5,- 000 towards’ founding a hospital in France, especially intended for the cure of diseases of the throat. Such. munifi- cence on the part of the famous singer is the result of an early vow. Mme. Nilsson whose parents were very poor, had often to shiver under the cold blasts of wintery Sweden. “When she was aboiit 7 years of age she was attacked with croup, and had to be conveyed to a small hospital at Chrisna. Such at. tention was paid to her that she was able to escape the danger which at one time threatened ‘her. Hence the vow and its fulfillment... Black satin ribbon as well as folds of black satin is used to trim the new skirts. Some of these are trimmed with graduated folds, ranging in width from three to four inches up to a narrow half. inch width; and separated with wide spaces, 80 that seven. or eight rows ex- tend from the edge of the skirt to with- in'hine inches of the belt. ' Still other: straet dresses are trimmed with clusters of folds in several groups seperated. by wide spaces, The group on the bottom of the dress contains séven folds, each about two inches wide; the next group: just below: the knee; has five folds: of: &: little narrower width ; ( and the group: between the waist and the knee has but three folds, not over an inch wide.
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