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Bellefonte, Pa., June 9, 1893
© THE WAY WE WALKED.
I met a woman on life's way,
A woman fair to see,
Or eaught up with her, I should say,
Or she caught up with me. ,
“The way is long when one’s alone,’
I said, “‘and dangerous, too;
I'll help you by each stumbling stone,
If I may walk with you.
I saw her hang her head and blush,
Ana I could plainly see
The fire that caused the fevered flush ;
I whispered, “Walk with me,
Thou art of all the very maid
A brave heart wants to woo,
And I'll remember long,” I said,
“The way I walk with you.”
Then on we went ; her laughing eyes
And sunny smiles were sweet ;
Above us blue and burnished skies,
And roses neath our feet.
“I'm glad your sunny face I’ve zeen,”
I said, “When life is through
I'll own the best of it hasbeen
The way I walked with you.”
And on we went ; we watched the day
Into the darkness merge;
My fair companion paused to say,
“Here's where our Bains diverge.”
I answered : “Yes, and one more mile
Is fading from our view, ;
And all the while lit by your smile
This way I've walked with you,
“I do not say my love, my life,
Will all be given to grief :
When you are gone ; the ceaseless strife
Will bring me much relief.
When death's cold hand the curtain draws,
‘When life's long journey’s through,
Twill not have all been sad, because
I came part way with you.” .
Cy WARMAN.
Eee SRE FIT TT TE.
A RESOLUTE SWEETHEART.
BY MATTIE DYER BRITTS.
“Good morning, Hetty !”
Hetty stood in her cool, clean dairy,
up to her dimpled elbows in a bowl of
fresh sweet butter which she was
working into dainty prints, each stamp-
ed with a rose, when the cheery voice
made her turn round.
A very comely woman to look upon
was Hetty Brand, in spite of her eight-
and thirty years, as shestood with the
linen apron tied about her waist, and
the sleeves turned back, and so thought
the stalwart farmer who addressed her.
She knew who her visitor was even
before she locked, and quietly tanswer-
ed:
“Good-morning, Nathan. Why
dida’t you go to the house ?”
“I did. ’Lindy told me I'd find you
out here.”
“Well, bere I am. But I don’t re-
ceive visitors in my dairy.”
“Don’t ye ?”’ returned Nathan, good-
naturedly. “Well, I won’t bother ye
long, Hetty. I only called on a little
business, this time.”
“Then go and sit down on the side
porch, and I'll come as soon as I mould
this last print.”
“All right! Any way to suit ye, of
course,” said Nathan; and, with a
whimsical twinkle in his blue eyes, he
took himself off.
Hetty, the faintest pucker of impati-
ence showing on her forehead, took
time to finish her print and set the
whole crockful into the clean stone
trough, where the bright water froma
living spring rippled through the dairy
and kept everything cool and sweet in
the hottest weather.
“I'll warrant Nathan Strong has got
2 fool's notion into his head again?”
she soliloquized, as she put down her
sleeves. “If he has, bell go home with
another one, that's what I have to
say.”
Pausing at the kitchen-door to bid
‘Lindy go to the dairy and wash up
the butter-things, she walked on to-
ward the shady porch where Nathan
waited for her.
“Will you go into the house ?"’ she
asked.
“No, thank ye, Hetty. If you don’t
mind, we'll jest stay out here. The
smell o’ the vines is so sweet, I rather
fancy sittin’ under em.”
“Very well, then.” Ietty seated
herself in a chair near the door, and
asked pleasantly: “All well at your
house, Nathan ?”’
“About as usual,” was the reply.
“Aunt Rhoda is a little crippled with
rheumatiz, but that’s not uncommon,
I reckon she’s most too old to keep
house and do so much work.”
“Then you ought to hire help,” said
Hetty, a frown crossing her face as she
thought: “He needn't fancy I'll keep
his house for him !”
“I would, if she’d have it,” answer-
ed Nathan, who saw and understood
the frown. Then he quietly went on :
“Well, I said I came over on a little
business to-day. Are ye thinkin’ of
runnin’ the whole farm on your own
hook, now Jacob is gone?”
“Why, I don’t know. I have hard-
ly decided yet, Nathan.”
“What would you sav to renting a
field or two if it paid pretty well 2”
“I hardly know that, either. I
might do it, I suppose.”
“I would like to have the field join-
ing my land, to sow in spring wheat.
Grain or money rent as suits you
best.”
“You can have it, I guess. Perhaps
the rent in grain would be wisest, as
we may not raise as much as when my
brother was here.”
“That's all, then,” said Nathan, ris
ing. “I’m obliged to ye, Hetty. We'll
make it all square when the time
comes.’”” He hesitated an instant, then
added: “Don’t you find it pretty
lonesome tryin’ to get on without
Jacob ?"’
“If I do, I guess I can stand it!’
answered Hetty, tartly. “Jacob Brand
was a fool, to do as he did at the time.
of life; but that’s no reason I should be
one, too.”
Hetty colored, seeing she had rather
committed herself by her last words.
But Nathan only smiled and coolly
asked :
“A fool for gelting married, or for |
going out to Colorado?”
“Both,” answered Hetty, promptly.
“Both, 10 be sure!” |
“Well, I'think, myself, that it was |
a pity he sold his half the farm, and |
poked off out there.”
“I don’t care for the land,” said Het:
’
ty, quickly. “My half is enough for
‘me.’ Ny on
“Then it's the' marryin® you object
to? Well, I don’t agree with ye there,
Hetty: I'm nigh.as old as Jacob—I'lL
be forty-two next Christmas—but I'd
‘marry. in short jorder, if you, would
have'me: @ & AR HWE §
Hetty Jumped 8p, her evap aching:
“There, Nathan Strong, [ knew you
couldn’t go home without making a
dunce of yourself!” "
“Ig it the sign of a dunce, to like a
woman from the time she was a mite
of a school-girl, and never look at any
other for ber sake, Hetty ?”’
“No, but—"{ =~
Nathan interrupted her : :
“Hear me out tnis time, Hetty, and
I'll not worry you again. Not soon,
anyhow—1 do mean to have you in the
end.” : inal of
“I wish you may get me then!”
Nathan laughed and said :
“So do I! Come, child, it is lonely
for you now, isn’t it 2’ 10111 ;
“[fit is, I tell you I am able to stand
it.” ;
. “It worries a woman to run a farm
by herself, Hetty. i
“I’ve got a good hired man.”
“Yes, Eben, Sharp is a first rate
worker. But that isn’t all.” {
“Very well ; when I need other help
I'll call on you!” snapped Hetty.
“You know I'd give you a hand any
day, whether you marry me or not.,’
“I pever will marry you, Nathan
Strong! Nor any other man, either!”
“There's some comfort in that! re-
turned Nathan, with his droll smile.
“Then I hope you'll enjoy it! I
don’t want any man tied to my apron-
string, when I can get along just as
well without him, Now put that in
your pipe and smoke it.”
“I don’t smoke, my dear. Remem
ber hearing you remark once that you
was dead against smokin’, so I never
learned. But I'll keep what you say
in mind—until you change yours.”
“That day won't come! Think I'm
going to be a fool at my age. just be-
cause Jacch was at his 2”
“No, I don’t think you could be one
at any age. Now I'll go. Will you
shake hands, Hetty :
She gave him her hand; he shook it
with a wistful Icok, and went away.
“The silly creature!” said Hetty,
when he had gone. “To think he will
keep on liking me in spite of—oh,
everything! But I won't 1 a dunce !
I'm not lonesome! I don’t need any-
body’s help or company I"
And, by way of proving her words,
Hetty sat down and took a good cry all
to herself.
To tell the truth, she was dreadfully
lonely since her brother’s departure.
and often at a loss how to direct af-
fairs. If Eben Sharp had not been as
good as gold, the farm would soon have
shown its need of an experienced
manager.
In dairy, garden, or poultry-yard,
Hetty was an expert; but with the
heavier work she had never had to con-
cern herself, and now it came rather
hard. :
“But the idea of marrying to have
somebody to manage the place!” she
said indignantly. “Not much! If I
ever did marry, it wouldn't be for that.
I'm very well as I am at present, thank
you!”
But somehow, it seemed to Hetty, so
sure as anything got into a muddle, so
sure Nathan Strong was on hand to
straighten it out. And whether to be
most grateful to him or angry at him,
she did not know.
One day. while Eben was absent, a
sudden storm came up, and the wind
blew terribly. When the gust was over,
Hetty went out to see if any damage
had been done. She found a fence
‘partly blown down, and some choice
young stock at liberty to go where they
pleased.
“This won't do!” said she. ‘Eben
won't be at home these two hours;
even ‘Lindy is gone, so what's to be
done ?”
The only thing seemed to be to at-
tempt putting up the fence with her
own hands, and she went bravely to
work- But the rails were heavy and
cut her palms, and thev would not
stay as she put them.
She was so worried that she did not
notice a man coming up on horseback,
until a familiar voice said at her elbow :
“Hetty, strikes me that ain't just the
business for yon. Let me have a try
at it”
And, the next minute, Nathan Strong
was off his horse and quietly straight-
ening the fence as if it were mere play.
Hetty’s cheeks burned, but she could
only stand helplessly looking on and
explain to him how it happened.
“ "Tisn't worth a ‘thank you,’ he
answered, when she thanked him for
his assistance. “You know I'm glad
to serve you any day, Hetty. We men
may uot be very ornamental sort o
chaps, but we come handy once in
awhile—don’t we?” he added, in a
quizzical way, as he mcunted his horse
again. ¥
He rode off, leaving Hetty to return
to the house very much provoked, and
not being sure whether it was at the
wind, the cattle, or Nathan.
For awhile, after that, all went
smoothly. She saw Nathan looking at
ber in church on Sunday, but he kept
his word and let her alone, never com-
ing to the farm if he could help it.
Hetty missed him more than she
would own, and the evenings were long
and lonely ; but she bore her solitude
bravely.
She had a very fine herd of young
cattle, from which she meant to real-
ize a handsome sum after awhile.
Hearing of a nice calf for sale on a
place about two miles off, she hitched
up her steady old horse Bob and went
over to look at it.
Eben had gone to town ; but she di-
rected him to return by the Mills Farm
so that, if she bought the calf, he could
drive it home. The animal proved to
be a beauty, co she did buy it. Then
she waited a reasonable time, but Eben
wait for my man. Just bring the calf
out; I have a rope, and I'll drive it.
myself.” a KB
“Well, now, Mis’ Brand—I don’t
see just how you're goin’ tomanage it,”
rephied, Fares Milt toner i .
“I do—that’s better. You bring it
| out, and tie the rope and hand it to me
through the nei the buggy.”
a
ek
\l, I can doit, Mis’ Hetty; but a
calf’s a frisky critter to drive, an’ I
low ye'll haye a sight o’trouble, even
if it don’t skeer your horse.”
" ®Mr. Mills, old’ Bob wouldn't scare
at a traction ‘engine; and I'm not
afraid of a calf like that.”
Wal, if a’ woman will, she will, I'{:
s’pose,” said Mr. Mills, as he. brought
the animal out. “But if you get your
neck broke, ‘Mis’ Hetty, don’t blame
me,” !
“I won't. Good-day.” And Hetty
drove off, leading the calf behind the
buggy.
Old Bob looked round now and then,
as 1f he did not altogether fancy his
company ; but he behaved pretty well
—as long as the calf did.
For a half mile it trotted along con-
tentedly ; but then it began to frisk
about and make little sidelong runs, al-
most jerking the rope from Hetty's
grasp. She gave the cord a turn
-around her wrist and held on tighter,
scolding first the calf and then old Bob,
having all she could do to. manage the
air.
? The more she tried to make the pro-
voking little beast go quietly, the more
it wouldn’t. Her wrist vras pulled al:
most out of joint, and the situation
grew worse every minute.
“Who would have thought I'd have
such a time?’ she panted. “Do be
still, you torment! Oh, it Eben would
only come! I can’t stand this’ much
longer !”’ :
She thought she heard a horse com-
ing up the hill, and turned to see if it’
were Eben at last. Just then the wick-
ed calf bounded sideways, jerking the
rope to its fullest length, and the bug-
gy, running upon a large rock, sudden-
ly upset, and calf, horse, buggy, and
Hetty went down in a heap together,
the rope still fast to Hetty’s wrist.
Her arm was well-nigh pulled from
its socket by the frantic struggles of
the calf to escape, and she screamed in
spite of her self-control. An answer-
ing shout was heard, and a horse
dashed up; the rider sprang from his
saddle, snatched his knife from his
pocket, and cut the rope. As the freed
creature darted away, the newcomer
caught the reins and quieted old Bob
with a kind hand and a firm touch,
and lifted Miss Brand from the ruins,
exclaiming in tones of consternation :
“For pity's sake, Hetty, what does
all this mean?’
“It means that I am a bigzer fool
than I thought I was, Take care of
Bob, please.” And down sat Hetty on
the rock that had caused her shipwreck
and began to ery. !
Nathan led Bob to a level spot, saw
that the harness was intact, and let her
cry for a moment ; then he returned to
her ard said kindly :
“Come, Hetty—the horse and buggy
are all right, and there's nothing to cry
for. You are not hurt, are you ?’*
“No; but I am mad. Where's that
little fool 2”
“What! the calf?” asked Nathan,
trying not to laugh. ‘Gone back
where it came from, I reckon. It isn’t
in eight. Let medrive you home, Het-
ty, and then I'll find it for you.”
“I can drive myself, thank you. Na:
than, you always seem to. be some-
where near-by when I get into trou-
ble.”
Nathan turned like a flash.
“Good gracious, child! that is just
what I want to be—always! Hetty,
don’t you see you can’t get along with-
out me? Don’t try any more. Let
me take care of you always—do, dear
—do, Hetty.”
“But—to give up so,” she faltered.
“I—TI can’t, Nathan.” :
“Yes, you can. You don't give up
anything, my dear. And I'll be so
good to you; you shall gain a great
deal. Come. Hetty.”
He had hold of both her hands by
this time.
“Are vou so determined to have me
Nathan?”
“Yes.
eagerly.
“Weil, I—I give it up, then.”
“Why, bless you, my dear, you shall
never be sorry! I've waited a long
time for you, Hetty ; but you're worth
waiting for,”
And, before Mr. Nathan put her
back into her buggy, be took his right
to one hearty kiss which left Hetty’s
cheeks as red as roses.
Just so determined !”’ he said
The papers are full of accounts of the
Princess Kulali, her picture, her his-
tory, just what relation she bears to the
hittle king of Spain; how she looks,
what she did, what her attendants did,
what President. Cleveland did, what
Mrs. Cleveland did, how she took it,
colums and pages ofit; and down in
one little corner of the paper a two line
notice ‘contains the information that
“Miss Rose Cleveland, sister of the
president returned home on the steamer
Etruria from a trip abroad.”’—and yet
we pose as republicans.
——A Sunday school teacher in
Lawrence, Kansas, asked her class of
boys what a boy should do to go to
heaven. No one answered until a little
Irish boy at the bottom of the class held
up his hand. “Well, sir, what must a
boy do. to 20 to heaven ?”’ said the
teacher. “He must die,” answered
Patgy.
—— HEx-Governor Ames will present
to the town of Easton, Mass, a new
high school building which will cost
about $60,000 when completed. Besides
the recitation, ante and dressing rooms,
it will have a chemical and mechanical
laboratory.
“Who is'that young lady who seems
did not appear. She feared he might
be detaired in town until dark, so she
said to Mr. Mills: :
“I don’t believe it is worth while to
to know everything about everybody
who is anybody?”
“Oh, she’s in the telephcne ' ex-
change.”’—Detroit Free Press.
| boom. The hotel’
Wonders of The Fair.
Exhibits That Are T) vitmphs of Art, and Appeay
to the Love of Beauty and of Color.
People outside of Chicago are begin-
ning to realize that the. great World's
Columbian Exposition is open, and busi-
ness at the ticket offices 18" beginning to
The b proprietors, too, are
realizing the, fact, and their hostelries,
which were vacant of lodgers during the
first fortnight of the fair, are fast fillingup
with cut-of town people. Since the
opening day almost. 750,000 people have.
paid for admission to the‘ White City,”
and the'atténdance appears to be on a
steady increase. . . :
No exhibit 'atithe World’s Fair seems
‘to grow so fast in popular interest as the
exhibit cf live fish in the aquarium in
the Fisheries Building. All day visitors
crowd into the aisles "around these ex-
hibits, until at times these aisles might
be likened to big sardine boxes packed
with human fish.
Among the exhibits which have late-
ly been installed are those from the
State Fisheries Commissions of Penn-
sylvania and Wisconsin. The former
exhibit represents a mountain grotto
scene, with a real brook falling over a
cascade into a pool below. At the end
of the waterfall isa weir showing the
method of catching mountain trout.
Both the outside and inside of the bath
are covered with bark and material from
the mountain side, and beautiful little
aquaria filled with native fish, are set in
this imitation mountain side at regular
intervals. :
Inside the effect is even more attrac-
tive. In a second and smaller grotto un-
der the rushing mountain stream are ar-
ranged comfortable-looking settees,
while in every nook and crevice real
mountain flowers peep out, producing
the effect of a sylvan scene.
Wisconsin, while not attempting so
much in the way of scenery and sur-
roundings, is installing an exhibit which
will be complete in’ the representation
of the varied fishing interest of the State.
In the exact centre of the Mines
Building is a tall needle of anthracite
coal from the Mammoth vein of Penn-
sylvania. It is a part of the State exhi-
bit. Fifty-four feet high it stands, and
in the mass are 95 tons. The foundation
goes through the floor. The mass is 10
feet square. The cap was put on and the
needle completed yesterday. It cost $10,
000 to get up the pyramid. The bottom
layer is from the bottom of the coal
vein, the second layers is from the second
layer in the coal vein, and so on to the
top. There are six carloads of it in all.
AN ISLAND OF FLOWERS
As the season advances no place with-
in the Exposition grounds offers as var-
ied attractions to the general public as
the Wooded Island. It is located as
nearly the centre of the ground as pos-
sible, and commands a view of the prin-
cipal buildings.
The island is about 15 acres in extent
and is oblong in shape, narrowing
slightly toward the northern end.
The south end will be planted entire-
ly in rhododendrons, azaleas and the
choicest varieties of evergreen; Bel-
gium, Germany, France and England
contributing to this display. Farther
along will be beds in borders of colum-
bines, bell flowers, lobelias and holly-
hocks, the whole forming a rare combi-
nation of rich coloring.
One of the most interesting exhibits
will be a collection of ornamental shrubs
with bright-colored leaves, unique be-
cause of its completeness. In this col-
lection will be 4000 plants, comprising
600 varieties. Germany will have an
exhibit of itsown, in which will be
found the favorite flowers of that coun-
try, such as asters, daisies, roses and
evergreen shrubs.
Japan has set itsseal upon the island
—a beautiful temple standing in the
midst ot a garden of Japanese design,
in which will flourish in early days
bright-colored peonies against an ever-
green background, and later the royal
chrysanthemum.
But the crowning glory of the place
will be the rose garden, where 50,000
plants of over 2000 varieties will stand
in graceful grouping. There will be
numerous beds with rose hedges, but
the lines of demarcation in the beds will
be made with honeysuckle vines run on
wires along the ground. The hedges
will be of climbing roses, and outside the
whole will be the borders of sweet peas.
‘When the June rose shall have passed
away 20,000 gladiolus will take their
place, so that at no time will there be
any appearance of shabbiness The on-
ly wild flower on the island is the little
wild phlox, which, as a matter of senti-
ment, was left the solitary plant to the
manner born to be found in the whole
collection.
Great oak trees cast their shadows
everywhere, while graceful willows bor-
der the edge of the lagoon.
AN ENGINE OF SILK.
Cotton, silk and wool enter largely
into the textile exhibit in the American
section of the Manufactures Building,
and it now is complete.
The most elaborate of all the displays
is made by a silk thread firm. It is an
engine and car nade of spools. Eight
thousand spools of silk are used. Each
piece is ten feet long. The wheels are
made of large spools and the spokes of
smaller ones.
The panels of the car are worked out in
different colors. The engine is the most
wonderful piece of work. Every detail
has been worked out ina marvelous
way, even to the counterweights on the
side of the drive-wheels. From the
smoke stack flies backward a lot of silk
floss, very black at first and ending in
thin steam, The bell is made of gold-
colored silk and the reversing lever is
made of tin spools put end to end. The
only material not made of spools is the
headlight, which is a reflector with an
electric light.
“JUSTICE.”
Montana’s famous solid silver statue
of ‘Justice’ that was unveiled in the
Mines and Mining building last week is
the statue for which Ada Rehan, the
actress, sat as a model, The unveiling
of the statue was the event of the day
at the White City and the great build-
ing in which the statue stands was
| thronged with people eager to sce the
magnificent work of art. Th2 opening
address was ‘made by Major Maginnis,
of Montana, who spoke in glowing terms
to the brilliant future before that state,
of her citizens and &f her wonderful
natural resources. When he had finish-
They are all of black. '!
forward a little from the crowd and tak-
ing up a small silken cord gave it a gen-
tle pull and the stars and stripes, which
had enfolded the silver image of jus-
tice, fellaway and exposed the statue
for the first time to the public gaze.
The crowd gave veat to wild cheers
while the band played * America.” The !
total weight of he statue is 1,9000 .
pounds and it rests on a pedestal of sol-
id gold taken from the Spotted Horse
mines,” which are situated in-Montana.
In height the statue stands eight’ feet |
and three inches. . With the pedestal it |
is twelve feet high. |
“TOWER OF LIGHT.”’
In the Electricity building, is built of
cut glass and is 80 feet in height. Inside
the tower are 20 incandescent lamps. |
The effect produced is marvelous and |
can only be realized and appreciated
when seen. The colonnade around the
base, one of the most superb production |
in artistic glass ware will be shown. It
rivals the finest productions of the lead-
ing European manufactories. = Cut glass |
globes and dishes, delicate gossamer
glass formations, forms and fancies of
every kind, will be illuminated with
rays of the incandescent lamp and light
reflected from polished mirrors. The
distribution of the electrical conductors
to attain the various effects and changes
necessitates careful study, and the com-
bination of kaleidoscopic effect of beau-
ties is almost infinite. These will form
no unimportant portion of the exhibit.
The lights are operated by a switchboard
concealed in the interior of the shaft.
Luther Stieringer is the author of the
design.
The chime of nine bells in the Mach-
inery Hall will be played each day from
9 to 9:20 A. M. and 6 to TP. M.
Habit of Thought.
Habit reigns as supreme in the region
of thought as in that of action. We
often see persons whose lines of thought
run mainly in the same groove, be it
art, or science, or politics, .the accumu-
lation of wealth, or the desire of fame.
Their thoughts become as truly fixed
habits as anything which they are ac-
castomed to do with their hands. There
are some people whose minds drift hith-
er and thither with every passing wind
of circumstance ; for so long a time has
such been their practice that it has be-
come a mental habit. Others have ac-
quired the habit of self-control, not only
in their active deeds, but also in their
silent thoughts. By frequent practice
they have attained the power of concen-
trating their minds upon one subject
for a time, and of turning it to another
when they deem it advisable.
Again, if we could examine the ideas
which men hold, we shonld perhaps be
surprised to find how many of them are
due to habit rather than logic. In child-
hood man took for granted whatever he
heard expressed by those to whom he
looked up with respect. Whenever he
heard any of their ideas criticised by
others he resented it, and clung firmly
to them. These opinions have come to
be settled habits of mind with him. He
regards them as certainties, and looks
with suspicion upon those who do not
share them. Yet, if challenged to de-
fend them, he is utterly at a loss. They
are his only by adoption ; he has never
earned the right to call them truly his
own by the hard mental work of inves-
tigation.
This is the history of many of our
most cherished notions, the foundation
on which thousands stand in politics, in
science, in the problems of the day, in
social observance, in ethics, in theology.
This practice of thicking from habit, if
universal, would put an end to all pro-
gress. Happily, there are always some
men and women who are resisting this
tendency—the leaders of public opinion,
the pioneers in the march of intellectual
progress. Their effort should be, how-
ever, less to impress their own views
upon other minds than to help every
man to form his own ideas in an intelli-
gent way.— Phila. Ledger.
This Was Quick Work.
New York, May 31.—The dispatch
announcing that Isinglass had won
the Derby race reached the United
Press office in this city before the third
horse had passed the finishing post.
The dispatch came by the Western
Union company’s cable, and was re-
ceived at twenty-two .'ninutes and
forty-five seconds past 10 o'clock.
Cholera at Marseilles.
WasHINGTON, May 20.—The sur-
geon general of the marine hospital
service, has received a cablegram from
Surgeon Irwin of that bureau at Mar-
seilles, France, stating that cholera ex-
ists in that city in a limited form. Sur-
geon White, the Marine hospital ex-
pert at Hamburg, confirms the reported
death from cholera there yesterday.
Hard to Get At.
A “summer boarder” once said toa
small boy dressed in a broad straw
hat, ‘Hello, little boy. What is your
name ?”’
“Same as pa’s,” said the boy.
“What's your pa’s name ?”’
“Same as mine.”
“T mean what do they call you when
they call you to breakfast.”
“They don’t never call me to break-
fast.”
“Why don’t they ?”
“Caase I alluz git there the first one.”
— Youth's Companion.
Mrs. Youngquack—*You are go
persevering and hopeful, dear; you re-
mind me of patience sitting on a monu-
ment.”
Dr. Youngquack--¢I feel blue enough
to remind you of the monuments sitting
on my patients.”
Congress may meet in October.
The President thinks it can do more
work mn cold weather. This, however,
is only true in part. Look at last Nov-
ember, when it even snowed, and see
how little the G. O. P. accomplished.—
Phila Times.
——There are 577 diflereut editions of |
the Bible in the public library of Stutt-
gart, printed in over 100 different langu-
usages.
a ———
———The total number of American
newspapers has grown from 6319 to 20,-
ed Mrs. Richards, of Montana, stepped 006 during the past 25 years.
For and About Women.
Lilacs are the Parisian rage for the
spring in natural and artificial flow-
ers. :
The lace frills on the shoulders area
very essential feature of every kind of
dressy indoor garments.
The late Amelia 18. Edwards was a
woman of letters. She was entitled to
wear Ph. D., L. H. D. and LL. D. after
her name.
Skirts are much more trimmed than
at the commancement of the season
with flounces, ruches and bias-bands,
simulating tucks.
Miss Herreshoff, daughter of the
blind designer of yachts, knows almost
as much about nautical architecture as
her father, whose eyes she often is.
A hat of the class you call “Useful,”
as being infinitely wearable, is of black
straw cocked like Napoleon's. Rosettes
of pink, green and black satin’ were
struck upon it with twigs of foliage.
Miss Mary Conant, living near
Rochester, N. Y., has managed her fath-
er’s farm ever since his death, some four
years ago, and made it pay well. She
has received $400 in a season from two
acres of asparagus. Her farm is devoted
to apple, quince, berries, grapes and pear
culture.
A red jacket that attracted much at-
tention had curiously full skirts gather-
ed from the hips and headed by a band
of blaek silk which came from the side
seams and was loosely knotted in front,
the long ends-being finiched with a tag
of gold. 1t had very full sleeves, too
with frilled cuffs of black bengaline.
In New York state the females out-
number the males by 4,000, and in
Pennsylvania the males are 100 to 95
females. In the western states the
average is 100 males to 65 females.
Why not alter Greeley’s well known
advice and say, “Go west young woman
go west, and add keep away from New
York.
The sailor bat has a broad brim this
summer or sometimes a straight one
turned up all round. Black or tan or
whiteare its colors, trimmed with skad-
ed ribbons. But the leghorns are prettier
crossed and recrossed with narrow folds
of black velvet, while in front rise con-
vincing sprays of pink roses. Convine-
ing of what? Why, to be sure, of their
right to be in view,
A high novelty in parasols is made of
knife-plaited tulle on a perfectly flat
Japanese frame with a number of ribs.
At the outeredge is a bordering of tiny
feather-tips, violets or any fine fiowers.
A knot of the feathers or flowers to
match is tied upon the handle. - Anyone
with deft fingers could cover a Japanese
frame with the plaited tulle, which
would shape itself so easily to the en-
tout-cas.
Tiny jackets ot pale green, blue and
yellow cloth have the lace epaulets in-
stead of sleeves. Yellow Renaissance
lace makes a pretty jacket with a jabot
front. Jackets and shirt waists have the
front drapery gathered at the arm-hole
and knotted at the bust, with ends that
are lined and shaped like the velvet and
silk ‘cars’ used by milliners. The
device is not & pretty one, and isa bad
substitute for the loosely-knotted free
ends.
Blue jeans make the prettiest possible
petticoats. Such are trimmed with wash
braid. They supply the stiffness that
some skirts cannot, and they are hot
open to the objection of untidiness that
the white skirt is. Yet we have bad to
go through a long training of silk and
fancy skirts to teach us this. They will
not soil as promptly as the white ones
will, and they will wash as the cloth
and silk petticoats will not. They are
as pretty to look at as either, and newer
than any. Of course, wash silk may be
used, but why use wash silk when silk
of unwashable colors is so much prettier
if you are going to have silk petti-
coats ?
One of the popular combinations for
table decoration is white and green. "A
A pretty centre piece is a square of pale
green silk, bordered with natural fern
leaves, upon which is placed a cut-glass
bowl of a pale-green tint. This bowl is
nearly filled with water and upon the
surface of this water float small white
flowers and one or two small porcelain
swans. A lily and a white hyacinth are
placed in the bowl, having sufficiently
long stems for the blooms to droop over
the edge of the bowl. Upon the white
tablecloth are placed pale-green silk doi-
lies embroidered in white silk floss and
edged with fine white lace as under-
mats for the service and leading dishes.
The tablecloth is bordered with natural
fern leaves.
Ostrich plumes or tips are well liked
by every woman, but nothing is more
distressing than one out of carl. If you
are going to try to curl them yourself
have ready some corncobs and common
salt Let the fire in the cook stove
burn down till you have a good bed of
coals, lay the cobs on, sprinkle them
with sult, and shakes the feathers in the
smoke. Add cobs and salt from time to
time, and be sure to shake the plumes
well, turning every part to the smoke.
The harder you shake the better they
will look. Be careful not to burn’ them.
The livelier the coals without blaze the
better. I once saw a milliner wash a
white plume and recruit it in this way,
and it looked like a new one. She wash-
ed it in suds, rinsed it in clear water,
shook it vigorously until about dry, and
then shook it over the smoke.
A charming chic dress was made with
a very full, suff skirt of thick black sa-
tin, having three narrow flounces at the
foot and three similar volants encircling
the figure about twelve inches from the
waist, with extremely good effect. The
corsage was ot finely-pleated chiffon
striped from neck to waist with delicate
white Maltese lace insertion over white
satin, The sleeves were huge affairs of
black satin with deep lace cuffs, and
the bonnet was tiny, tightly-fitting coif
of jet, with a big “fun’’ of point d’esprit
in the front, supported by two slender
white wings that radiated right and left
from the head, and gave a Mercury-like
appearance to the coiffare. This dainty
bonnet was tied under the chin with
narrow white satin strings, while a very
fine black net veil with a few sparkling
jet eircles on it was a most becoming ad-
dition to the whole costume.