Bellefonte, Pa., June 23, 1893
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For the WATCHMAN.
THE PAST.
BY M. V. THOMAS,
“Call them back, Oh! call them back” she
whispered.
As prone upon her death-bed, there she lay ;
“Who shall we call;” the tender watchers
question.
“The hours that have, unheeded, passed
away |”
Call them back, Oh! call them back—the
heart-aches.
That we have caused to others on our way.,
Oh! call them back—the thoughtless acts,
committed,
That spread their evil influence day by day.
Call them back, Oh! call them back forever
The deeds performed while we in anger
strove ;
Oh! call them back—the unkind words we
uttered
And wounded deep the hearts of those we
love. !
Oh! That we could call back, in ringing ac-
cents,
The hours, the days, the years that have
gone by;
Recall, the blunders and the wrongs com-
mitted
Ere comes the day, the hour that we must
die.
COUSIN TOM’S MISTAKE,
GEORGE GRANTHAM BAIN.
The rattle and rumble of the train,
softened by the intervention of a dou-
ble thickness of glass at the windows
of thecar, had grown monotonous.
Miss Hildreth curled herself up in the
corner of her section, her head resting
on a pillow and wished for the hun-
dredth time that the journey was over.
She had exhausted all her limited!
means of amusement long before. At
times ‘she was angry with herself for
undertaking the journey. Then she
felt a distinct grievance against the
aunt she had never met for inviting
her to visit Rochester, and against
the cousins whom she had known
when she was a child, for seconding
the invitation so cordially. She felt
quite sure that no pleasure they could
offer would ever compensate her for
the dreariness of this long journey.
Presently she captured the porter in
one of his aimless trips down the aisle
of the car.
“Are we nearly there ?”’ She asked
wearily.
“About half an hour, Miss,” said
the porter, smiling. ‘Shall I brush
you off 2”
Brushing off was so suggestive of the
end of the jorney that she hailed
the proposition with delight. When
every real or imaginary cinder had
been carefully removed she set to work
rearranging her few possessions with
much care, so that she would be ready
to escape from the car on a minute's
notice. Then she went back to her
pillow and her thoughts. Would her
uncle be at the station to meet her ?
she asked herself. No, he would pro-
bably send one of the boys—Jack or
Tom. “Thomas Pettibone Hildreth.”
She remembered the signature, as she
had seen it on business letters that he
wrote to her father. But Tom was
what she had called him as a child.
She wondered what he was like now.
She had sometimes tried to picture him
to herself ; but she could never settle
with her memory certain important
points about his coloring and his ex-
pression, So he remained an uncer-
tain figure in her mind. But one
thing about him was not uncertain. He
was looking forward to her coming
with some interest ; for aunt’s letter to
her mother had contained a special
message from Tom to say that he was
already making plans tor her enter
tainment. Yee. it would be Tom who
would meet her atthe station and
take her to the house, she was quite
sure.
She was so busy settling this ques-
tion that she did not hear the hiss ot
the air brake or note the slackening of
speed as the train entered the city.
She was aroused from kLerrevery by
the porter, who picked up her travel-
ing bag with the announcement:
“This is Rochester, Miss ;"’ and, look-
ing up, she saw that the train was
just gliding into the station shed. Be-
fore it stopped she had gathered to-
gether her few belongings and was at
the other end of the car following the
porter. In another minute she was
standing on the paltform, her traveling
bag beside her, looking in every direc
tion for some friendly “welcoming face.
But in all the bustle and hurry ot
bidding good-bye to some and greeting
others there was no hand stretched out
to her. She heard the conductor ery :
“All aboard,” saw the proter pick ap
his little portable step and swing him-
self unto the moving train and ‘then she
was left quite alone in the middle of
the station platform. The electric
light overhead flickered for a minute
as though it was about to go out. ‘She
stooped to pick up her traveling bag
with the vague idea that she must get
to the waiting room before the light
failed. Just as she lifted the baga
big bearded man with a fresh; pleasant
face, came hurrying across the plat-
form.”
“This must be Cousin Rose,” he
said, as he'took her bag with lett ‘hand
and held out the right for her to clasp.
Then, as the quick smile that came to
her face gave him an affirmative re-
sponse, he stooped and lightly touched
his lips to hers. “I hope I haven’t
lost a cousin’s privilege in all these
years,” he said pleasantly. It was
done so naturally and so easily that,
while it startled her for a moment, it
brought only a faint color to her
cheeks. : “
“You must forgive my tardiness,”
he said. « “Some part of the harness
broke when we were half-way here, so
I'left the driver to mend it and follow
me, and walked rapidly to be 'in time
for the train. We were not sure on
what train to expect you, but I made
up my mind that you would be on the
express., Now let me have your trunk
check, for I must take your trunk out
with us if we can find room for it on
front of the carriage. These are moth-
er's special instructions. I will leave
you by this door for a minute, if you
don’t mind, while I go after the trank.
There, I won’t be long.” = Vv '& i
They had been walking toward the
waiting room and near the waiting
room door he left her, putting
the bag beside her on the platform.
He was back in two minutes
“James has come,” he said. “The
trunk is on the carriage, and now if
you will come .,..h me—"" .
He led the way to the carriage,
tucked a rug about her feet as she
nestled back among the soft cushions
and then took his seat beside her.
“Now I have most elaborate ex-
planations and apologies to offer on
behalf of my mother and very little
time in which to do it,” he said, as
the carriage rolled on. ‘But I haven't
asked if you had a pleasant’ journey.”
“It was anything but pleasant,” sdid
Miss Hildreth. “I thought it would
never end.” ; .
“TI am sorry it dragged so. But I
must give you my message. My
mother has a special favor to ask, She
has a dinner party on hand to-night
given to an eminent musician. She
did not, realize that it conflicted with
the date of your arrival. Ifshe had
thought that, she would haye postpoa-
ed it.” y 16
“I might have postponed my visit,
said Miss Hildreth. “I could have
come a day latter if I had only known.
“Oh, no. It.wasnot your visit that
conflicted with the dinner party. It
was the dinner ‘party that conflicted
Mother realized the situation only
last night. She was going to telegraph
at first, but I said : “Don’t do that.
I’ go down to the station, get cousin
Rose and her trunk and bring her up
to the dinner.” So my mother begs
that you will overlook the peculiarity
of the situation and come down to
dinner as soon as you can get ready,
if you are not too tired. I hope you
are not too tired to come down.
Mother will be very much disapointed;
and, as I am to take you in, I will be
disappointed too.”
Miss Hildreth made some faint pro-
test. She really felt too tiried for a
dinner party, and she looked forward
to retiring early ; but she realized that
if she did not come down her aunt
would think she was offended and that
would be a most unfortunate introduc-
tion to their acquaintance, a very bad
beginning for her visit, Besides here
was an opportunity to get better ac-
quainted with her cousin, who was
more interesting than she had expect
ed—so interesting in fact, in his frank,
jovial way, that if she had been will
ing to confess it to herself, his disap
pointment weighed with her more than
her aunt’s and determined her in the
course she wonld take.
“I am tired,” she said, “a little tired.
But if I have time to dress and your
mother wishes it, I will come down.
You must promise to do ali the talk-
ing, though. 'I shall not open my lips
after I sit down, unless itis to eat
some salad or drink a glass of wine.”
“That’s a bargain,” was the reply.
“We'll postpone. all of our chatter
about each other and our people and I
will give you as full and particular
description of the people about us as I
can on such a short notice. As to
dressing,” he said, looking at his watch
‘you will be able to accomplish that
before they are half through, for they
sit down in three minutes, and here we
are at the gate.”
Rosalind looked out of the window
as the carriage whirled about a corner
—the wheels creaking and crunching
the gravel of a winding driveway into
which they had turned from the main
road. The carriage-lamp showed a
well-trimmed hedge. Beyond that
everything was obscured by darkness,
in which the outlines of the house ap-
peared so dim that she could not rec
ognize it as resembling the description
her mother had given her,
The carriage stopped, the door was
thrown open by an’ attendant and her
cousin offered her his hand. As she
descended she looked up again to see
the house, but the canyas awning that
protected the steps obstructed her view.
All that she could see was the striped
canvas above, the hard marble be.
neath, and the soft radiance. from the
half-open door, streaming toward her.
As she took her companion’s arm and
mounted the steps, the murmur of con-
versation from the drawing room grew
louder, until as the door opened wider,
it was drowned by the sound ot music
from an orchestra concealed behind a
gcreen of smilax. NgurAass 4
‘A servant who had been watching for
her approach under special instrctions,
elipped into the ‘drawing room 'to give
notice of her coming, and a she stood
under the crystal chandelier surrender-
ing her heavy fur wrap to ready hands,
a tall, handsome woman, in elaborate
evening : toilette, “her hair and throat
adorned with jewels, came into the
hall and, putting out her arms, drew
the girlish figure in its simple travel:
ing dress toward her. do Tins
“There, my dear,” said the elder
woman, as she kissed the smijlin
turned upward to ber face, *‘L a
you forgive me this thoughtlessness.
Your cousin has. told you, of course,
and you are coming down to dinner
with us.” I know you are tired, my |
dear, but I will ‘let: you off as soon!
as dinuer' is over and: you: ean 'go|
to your room and get a' good ‘night's | -
rest. .And to-morrow. we can talk
about home matters—about you and:
Now I mnst'go back |
about ourselves.
to my guests. Hilda will show you to
your room’ And with another kiss,
a backward-nod-and-a-smile, she re.
turned to the drawing room.., A maid
took possession of Miss Hildreth’s bag
and preceded her upstairs to a very
pretty little room, where her trunk fol-
lowed her a minute later. Her "toilet
was not’ ‘quickly’ made—n6' womars
evening toilet ever was—but it was'less
than three-quarters of ‘an hour later
lips |
when the patient watcher in the libra- |
ry heard footsteps and, going into the,
hall, extended his hand to the figure
descending the stairs. be :
Wag I very long ?" said Miss Hil-
dreth, smiling. ;
“For a woman—no,” was the laugh-
ing reply. “A woman, I believe!
claims the right to spend an indefinite
time before her mirror; and when the
result seems to justify it, I should not
dispute the claim,” .
“Thank you—for leaving the possi-
ble compliment in such delightful, ob-
security. Shall we goin?’ 2
They passed through the library and
entered the dining room. Miss Hil-
dreth saw her aunt from the head of
the table nod and smile at her as she
entered and then turn to answer the
question of a a heavy-browed, smooth-
faced man who sat at her right. Very
few of the 20 guests interrupted their
conversation to look at the new-com-
ers, and they slipped into the two va-
cant seats on one side of the long table
very quietly. Even the occupant of
the seat at Miss Hildreth’s right did
not turn, so absorbed was he in telling
something to his neighbor.
The dinner passed off pleasantly.
Cousin Tom was very attentive. His
discussion of the guests was bright and
lively, and when dinner was over and
all were going to the drawing room,
Rosalind’s aunt lingered at the door of
the dining room to say to her as she
came out : “Run right up to your room,
child, you look tired out. It was
wrong of me to make you come down.
Hilda is awake if you need anything.”
Then she went on to the drawing
room. Half an hour later when the
gentlemen bad finished their cigars,
“Cousin Tom?’ came to her with the
end of a yellow telegram showing at
the top of his vest pocket. Tapping it
with his finger, he said : “Here's a tele-
gram, mother, that came some time
ago, John tells me. Shall I open it?"
“Certainly, my dear. Come back
and tell me what it is.”
He left the room for a minute, When
he returned, it was with a puzzled ex-
pression, which was reflected in his
mother's face when he had whispered
to her.
“IT don’t understand at all,’ she said,
“unless the message was sent yester-
day. You say it was dated to-day,
though. . Well, Rose can explain it
quickly enough. I will go upto her
room for a minute.”
A light tap at Miss Hildreth's door
aroused from the drowsy, uncertain
condition that borders on the land of
sleep. She lumped up still half asleep,
lighted the gas, drew a wrapper about
her and opened the door. She saw
her aunt standing in the hall, a piece
of yel'ow paper in her hand, a smile
half ot apology on her lips.
“Forgive me for disturbing you, my
dear,” she said. “I have something
here which has puzzled me a great
deal. Perhaps you can explain it. It
is a telegram from your home. I
think it must have been sent yesterday
and delayed. If it was, you saw it
and you will understand.”
At the mention of a telegram Miss
Hildreth looked anxious,
“Itign’t from papa telling you on
what train I was coming?” she said,
with a nervous attempt to laugh. “I
felt quite certain before I got here that
he had not telegraphed at all, and that
I should come in upon yon quite unan-
nounced.”
She took the limp message to the
light and read it. It said: “Rose will
not start until to-morrow.”
Miss Hildreth read the words care-
fully three times over. Then she ex-
amined the address a fourth time, and
looked from that to the signature and
back again in a dazed way. There
was a hopeless expression in her face,
“This telegram,’ she said. “It’s ad-
dressed to ‘Mrs. John Harding.”
“Yes, my dear—to me.”
Miss Hildreth’s face flushed. “Then
where’s my aunt?” she said. “And,
oh, the telegram is signed ‘Mary.’ I
don’t understand at all, and my head
18—going—round—so—I-—can’t—"’
Mrs. Harding put her arm about the
girl's waist and drew ber toward the
bed.
“There. Lie down for a minute,”
she said, “and don’t try to think until
your head is better.”
But Miss Hildreth’s head did not re-
main long on the pillow. It had not
been there half a minute when she
started up and said very slowly: ‘Is
this your house ?"’
Mrs. Harding nodded.
“And you are not my Aunt Penel-
ope?”
“No, my dear. If your aunt is
named Penelope, I am certainly not
your aunt.’ HE TOL
“Then. I don’t know where I am at
all,” said Rosalind ; and she began to
sob in a nervous hysterical way,
“There is some mistake,” said Mra.
Harding, soothingly. “But I can tell
you just'where you are. You are with
strangers, perhaps, but friends, and
there is nothing to worry about. . Wait
until you are quite quiet now and tell
me who you are, who your aunt is,
and how mmy'son came to make this
mistake. : Then to punish him for it, I
will make him hunt upyour people to-
night go that they will not be worried
about you.” i
“But I can’t stay here,” said Miss
Tl0Patliloauidu.;: tai
#Youcan and you must,” ‘said Mrs,
Harding. . “Now tell me who your peo-
plearei] i... .
So Rosalind answered Mrs. Hard: |
ing’s few questions and the error was
quickly explained.
“Papa probably forgot to send the
message saying I was coming,” she
said, “but anyway your son claimed
me before I got to the waiting room ;
80 even if my cousin had been there he
would not ‘have recognized me. He
would not know me, I am sure, for he
has not geen me since I was a mere in-
An. tetanus
"W4And my don has ‘never seen the
eousin he:is expecting from Johnsville
this evening. He trusted to instinct, to
uide him to her, I think, Her name |!
is Rose." Is that yours, too 2” >
“No, my name is Roealind. But
when your son—when Mr. tiarding
called me Cousin Rose it did not seem
unnataral and Iam afraid [ was so
frightened by my strange surroundings
that I accepted him without a misgiv-
ing about his identity.” Then as the
recollection of the cousinly greeting the
big stranger bad given her in the sta-
tion came back to her memory, Miss
Hildreth flashed a rosy red.
“Tell me your aunt’s address, my
dear,” said Mrs. Harding, “for we
must send her word, late as itis. It
she was expecting you, she will be
quite wild with anxiety.”
“Now I must go down stairs,” she
said, when she had made a note of the
address, “Don’t worry, and when my
son comes back I will bring you word
of your aunt.”
So Rosalind went back to bed to
wait for the return of the messenger.
In spite of her nervousness and anxiety
she had fallen into a light sleep when
Mrs. Harding came quietly into the
room, and, sitting down on the edge of
the bed, said gently : “Your aunt was
not expecting you at all, my dear. She
had no telegram saying you were com-
ing, and she would have been thorough-
ly surprised if you had walked in upon
her. She knows where you are now,
though, and I have promised that I
will send you over to her to-morrow at-
ter the breakfast.”
Miss Hildreth murmured
thanks, and, turning on her pillow,
was scon sound asleep.
It was nearly 10 o'clock when Miss
Hildreth opened her eyes and looked
about, wondering at her strange sur-
roundings, The . white silk gown
thrown across the back of a chair
brought her back quickly to the ad-
ventures of the night before. They
were all amusing in a way now—that
is all but one. Her thoughts returned
to the single incident more than once,
and waves of color played across her |
face as she recalled it. It was bad
enough for her cousin to have kissed
her, she reflected. But to have been
kissed in a public railroad station, by a
perfect stranger, was something from
which she would never quite recover.
Her feeling was net all resentment.
The big, handsome man who had sat
beside her all the evening had begun
to interest her very much. But now
there was no chance that she would
ever know him better. She hoped
(and her - face grew crimson) that she
would never see him again.
A tap at the door and the maid en-
tered. Breakfast would be ready for
Miss Hildreth whenever she wanted it,
sho said. Young Mr. Harding and
his mother were at breakfast now, and
Mrs, Harding would wait at the table
for Miss Hildreth.
Rosalind dressed very slowly, ard
went slowly down stairs, yet (she felt
almest ashamed to confess it, even to
herself) she half hoped that she would
not see her pseudo cousin as she
glanced about the breakfast room after
returning Mrs. Harding's pleasant
greeling,
“Your aunt sent over early this
morning to make quite sure that you
were quite safe,” said Mrs. Harding,
smiling. “I sent back word that you
were so tired that I would not wake
you, and that as soon as you had had
breaktast my carriage should take you
to your uncle’s house. My son was
here a short time ago, but I think Le
holds himself personally responsible
for the discomfort you have suffered
and is afraid to face you.”
Miss Hildreth guessed another rea-
son why young Harding was afraid to
meet her, but she did not suggest it.
An hour later she had finished her
breakfast, packed her traveling bag
and her trunk, and was standing in
the hallway, ready for her departure,
when the library door opened and Mr.
Harding stood before her, holding out
his hand. There was a roguish twink-
le in his eye as he said: “Do you for-
give me all my mistakes of last night 2”
And Miss Hildreth’s resentment melt
led away before the warmth of his
smile.
“Come and ask me when I have had
more time to think them over,” she
said, as she took the outstretched
hand.— Phila. Ttmes.
News and Notes.
Electric railroads along country roads
are sure to be a reality ere long. A
body of Kansas farmers are said to be
developing a plan for building such a
road 500 miles long. Connecticut doz-
ens of schemes are on foot for connect-
ing towns and villages with electric
lines.
The wet, cold weather is reported to
have killed off many young pigs, thus
decreasing the future hog crop.
Damage to wheat from’ the Hessian
fly in Michigan, Indiana and Ohio is re-
ported and from the chinchbug in Kan-
sas.
The export of agriculture implements
from the United States 1s increasing,
and the Argentine Republic is one of
our best customers. > :
An unusually large acreage of pota-
toes has been planted.
Some of our’ progressive poultrymen
reports success with homceopathie reme-
dies for sick fowls. ;
Rev. T, C. Hall, a Presbyterian, Prac-
tically Challenges a Heresy Trial.
CHicAGo, June 18.—Rev. T. C. Hall,
son of the celebrated Dr. Hall, of New
York, practically challenged a heresy
urial yesterday in a meeting of thé Chi-
cago Presbytery, at which the commis-
sioners who went to the General Assem-
bly at Washington made their repoit.
Rev. Mr. Hallsaid. “I do not be-
lieve that Moses wrote the Pentateuch
nor that Isaiah wrote the two books.
Our church has taken a position nar-
rower than that ‘of any other in the
world. “TI do not believe it was legal or
constitutional, ' I take the same posi-
tion practically as that taken by Dr.
Briggs.”
There was a little: hush at this an-
nouncement, but there was not a dis
senting voice,
presbytery seemed to indorse the senti-
ments of Dr. Hall.
sleepy |
The members of the | Of
| drink.
| for the inspection of the same.
Bills Signed and Killed,
The Governor Puts a Knife, Into the Lien
Law Act.
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HARRISBURG, Pa., June 16.—Gover-
nor Pattison to-day approved seven bills
and vetoed three, and there are yet
remaining in his hands 42 bills. The
following bills were approved: To
validate partitions of real estate in
cases of testacy made in Orphans’
Courts prior to the act of May 9, 1889.
To amend wn act limiting the time
for the completion of railroads by cor-
poration organized by purchasers at
judicial sales, extending its provisions
so as to embrace corporations organized
by purchasers of railroads at sales un-
der, or by virtue of powers of sale con-
tained in mortgages or deeds of trust
without any process or decree of Court.
Extending the foreign corporation act
of 1881 to granite, slate and universal
spring companies.
Making an appropriation of $1500 to
placea permanent monument at the
point known as Cherry Tree or Canoe
Place.
These bills were vetoed :
An act securing to mechanics, jour-
neymen and laborers the right to file
liens against real estate for the amount
of wages due for work or labor done
in and about the erection or construc-
tion thereon.
The Governor says the effect of the
present law would ultimately be to
hinder and obstruct improvements, to
place property owners and builders at
disadvantage, and subject them to in-
jury and imposition. Mechanics, jour-
neymen and laborers would also, in all
probability, be required to waive their
right before being hired.
An act providing that every vessel
propelled in whole or in part by steam
shali be deemed a steam vessel within
the meaning of this act, and providing
This
bill provides for the amount by the
Governor or an itspector of all stream
vessels, including little pleasure crafts,
runaing or navigating any inland waters
of this Commonwealth.
An act prohibiting the catching or
taking for sale, within the counties of
Tioga and Bradford, any grouse or
pheasant, quail or partridge, woodcock,
wild pigeon, speckled trout or black
bass, and also to prohibit absolutely the
killing of deer or fawn for a period of
threz years,
This would be special legislation, |
hence the veto.
List of Presidents.
The Way the Hagerstown Almanac Gives Them
in Rhyme.
The Hagerstown (Md.) Almanac
which has been published for nearly a
hundred years, has seen the incum-
bency of the presidency by every Presi-
dent from the Father of His Country
down to Cleveland. As an aid to the
memory the Almanac started off to
rhyme the lists of Presidents in the
time of Jefferson. The Presidential
poem up to date is as follows :
OUR PRESIDENTS.
First stands the lofty Washington.
The nobly great immortal one ;
The elder Adams next we see,
And Jefferson comes number three;
Then Madison is fourth, you know,
The fifth one on the list, Monroe ;
The sixth, then Adams comes again,
And Jackson seventh, in the train ;
Van Buren eight, upon the line,
And Harrison counts number nine ;
The tenth is Tyler in his turn,
And Polk the eleventh, as we learn ;
The twelfth is Taylor in rotation,
The thirteenth, Fillmore in succession ;
The fourteenth, Pierce has been selected,
Buchanan, fifteenth is elected ;
Sixteenth, Lincoln rules the nation,
Johnston, seventeenth, fills the station ;
Eighteenth, Grant a second term was there,
Nineteenth, Hayes fills the presidential chair;
Twentieth, Garfield becomes the nation’s head
Twenty-first, on Arthur fell the mantle of the
ead ;
Twenty-second Cleveland by the people
called,
Harrison, twenty-third; is elected and in-
stalled.
Next year Cleveland's name will ap-
pear again. The presidential poet for
the almanac is now hard at work try-
ing to find a rbyme for Cleveland.
This poem goes on record as the one
which has taken the most time to write
of any poem in the world, and it isn’t
completed yet.
Keeping Secluded.
Ex-President Harrison is Living in Retircment.
“Ex-President Harrison is living in
almost total seclusion,” said W, H,
Macomber of Indianapolis, at the
Wayne hotel yesterday. “When he
first returned to the city from Washing-
ton he told his friends he intended to
live as quietly as possible in his own
home. He has kept his word, for he
is seldom seen even upon the streets.
Only twice has he appeared before the
public—the frst time when the Lib-
erty beil passed through thecity on its
way from Philadelphia to Chicago ;
the second when the Young 'Mea's
Christian Association held its national
convention, Mr. Harrison accom pany-
ing John Wanamaker to the platform
and making a few remarks. He has
declined all other invitations to recep:
tions, banquets, etc., and will probably
continue this policy for some time to
come.” : ;
“It was generally supposed that the
old law firm in which Messrs Harrison
Miller and Elam were partners would
be re-established, but I have been told
this will not be done. Certainly no
effor to that end has vet been made.
Mr. Harrison will go'in October to Cali:
fornia to deliver a series of law lectures
at the Stanford university.. When he
returns he will practice law in the fed-
eral and higher courts.”
Raspberry Vinegar.
Pour a quart, of good cider vinegar
over two quarts of raspberries, and
after covering closely set aside for 48
hours. At the end of this time drain
the liquid and pour it over a third
quart of berries. and set aside, for an:
other 48 hours. Strain through a
muslin bag, and to every pint of liquor
add one pound of eugar. Boil slowly
for five' minutes, remove the seam, let
cool for 15 minutes and bottle, ' A
tablsspoquial of this, added to a glass
of iced water, makes a most refreshing
Blackberry and strawberry |
' vinegars are made in the same way. '
For and About Woman.
A large silver buckle now replaces
the silver, gold or shell coiffure comb.
Buttercup and blue used together up-
on stylish chapeaux for garden parties.
Taffeta silks, shaded in three different
tones, constitute ihe loveliest of light
summer neck ruches. :
The Ozcar Wilde cravat, with ends
that float loosely to the waist, is the
rage with mannish maidens.
Russet shoes worn with nut brown
hose, as much in favor for evening wear
as the light colored foot wear.
A swell London modiste is sending
forth from her establishment huge puff-
ed sleeves, which button up the’ sides
from the wrist entirely to the shoulder.
Bolting cloth is the most fragile ma-
terial in the world, but it will last a long
time made up into the beautiful table
mats and runners that are ornamental
with small designs in white floss.
General Booth has passed over his
sun, Lieutenant Genera! Bramwell
Booth, and nominated his daughter, La
Marachale Booth Clibborn, to succeed
him in command of the Salvation
Army.
Ribbon trimming is very popular as
i seen on the new light frocks in several
rows, often of graduated widths. Some-
times these rows are embellished by a
square bow of ribbon to make a sort of
finish.
‘Where the hair is thinning ile fol-
lowing is efficacious : Mix equal quan-
tities of olive oil and spirit. of rosemary
with few drops of o1l of nutmeg. Rub
into roots at night. Simple rosemary
tea is also good, or a strong solution of
sage or rcsemary tea. Salt and water is
good, as well as anointing at night with
cocoa butter.
The degree of Doctor of Philosophy
was conferred by Johns Hopkins Uni-
versity upon Miss Florence Bascom, of
Massachusetts, on Tuesday last. She is
the first woman to complete the course
at that institution, and the occurrence
excited - special public interest in the
commencement exercises. ’
The recent fashion for corduroy cov-
ered furniture has also opened up great
possibilities for the enconomical women.
The materal can be found in several
shades of green, rose and dark reds, It
is not expensive, and if one has good
chair frames it is a tesk of little difficulty
to do the body covering one’s self. One
womaa of my acquaintance has fixed dp
a small divan, an easy chair and a has-
sock with the green and rose colored
corduroy and made just as neat a job of
it as one would wish to.
Plain shaded gray tones are to be had ;
and an endless variety of trimmings,
including application, embroidery, imi-
tation gold, coral and precious stones,
colored beads, ete. Skirts are also mada
with one deep flounce, reaching up to
the knee, headed by a narrow frill,
while bodices with their bertte trimming
and full sleeves, all more or less tell of
the return to 1830 costumes, heightened
by the old fashioned looking bonnets,
with their symetrical mercury wings.
The stiff’ ribbon belt is one of the re-
vivals of 1830. This is the old-time
belt ribbon, which most women of ma-
{ ture years remember to have worn in
their girlhood. It came in different
colors in a heavy corded grosgrain, the
cords of which were always filled with
some stiffener to give proper body. It
is now shown in our shop again in
pointed girdles finished with rococo
buckles of open gold, set with Parisian
gems. These belts are intented to be
worn with white gowns and tea gowns.
Woman writes Ellen Battelle Die-
trick, led the world to civilization by
herself ceasing to fight—by becoming
non resisting. This was the method
for establishing universal peace, of
which Christ became so persistent an
advocate. Peacefulness begat peaceful-
ness, just as resistance had prolonged re-
sistance. Thus the voluntary subjection
of woman to man was a passing world-
drama in which ‘she stooped to con-
quer.” Every arbitration between na-
tions to-day, every settlement by mutual
concession of the quarrels of the com-
mercial world, is a sign of the erowth
of civilized femininity in man. This is
“Das Ewig-Weibliche” of Gethe—the
true wisdom of the word which leads
us.
Whether it be called Empire, Mother
Hubbard or Kate Greenaway, the pre-
sent style of dress for little girls is very
fascinating. ‘With the yoke in velvet,
the outdoor coat hangs straight to the
feet, or if the whole is in one material
the smocking is often done ‘in silk of a
deeper shade of color than that of the
vicuna, cashmere or serge of which the
coat is made = The less trimmed child-
ren’s dresses are the better they look.
Simplicity suits the dainty little figures.
An outdoor garment much admired on
a small child this 'week in the park was
of butcher’s blue cloth, with rather a
rough surface, set into a yoke of white
lambswool, the sleeves being of the
shape of a bishop’s' but made of dark
blue velvet.
A little woman with more ingenuity
than cash devised a. covering for some
worn chairs which has been much ad-
mired and justly so, as it is exceedingly
pretty. The'frames, which have been a
long time in her family, were of hand-
some carved ebony, and for this reason
the ordinary way of resorting to cteton
or enveloping in furniture linen was not
to be'considered. A tour of the shops
revealed the white cotton Bedford cord
used for art embroidery, ‘which, while
artistic is a cheap material. On a squaré
of this fabric large enough to cover the
seat of a chair she had stamped a bow-
knot, tying a cluster of cornflowers. The
bow-knot she outlined in blue rope
linen, with touches of black; and the
flowers she worked partly in outline, and
partly in solid embroidery in different
sbades of dull blue. When these cov-
ers were tacked securely and the’ edges
covered with blue gimp; they: presented
a really elegant appearance.
—— If you want printing of any de-
scription’ the. WarcaMaN office is the
place to have it done.