Bellefonte, Pa., August 25, 1893
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THE HARVEST MOON.
Over fields that are ripe with the sweetness
That hides in the full-tasseled corn,
Over vineyards slow reaching completeness,
Dim purpling at dusk and at morn,
Shine down in thine affluent splendor,
O moon of the year in her prime ;
Beam soft, mother-hearted, and tender ;
Earth hath not a holier time.
For the seed that slept long in the furrow
Hath wakened to life and (o death ;
From the grave that was cerement aad
burrow
Hath risen to passionate breath, .
It hath laughed in the sunlight and stalight,
Hath thrijled to the breeze and the dew,
And fallen, to stir in some far night,
And all the old gladness renew.
0 moon of the harvest’s rich glory,
Thy banners outflame in the sky,
And under thee men write the story
That cries to the heavens for reply—
The story of work and endeavor,
Of burden and weakness and strength,
The story that goes on forever,
Through centuries dragging its length.
And thou, ever stately and golden,
Thou moon of the latest ‘year’s prime,
What sight though thine eye hath beholden,
No grief to thy pathway may climb,
As over the fields that are reapen,
At evening and level and shorn,
Thou pourest thy splendors that deepen
The rose and the silver of morn.
— Margaret E. Sangster in Harper's Bazar.
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THE TIGER SKIN’S SECRET.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
It was the morning after the party.
Outside the magnolia blooms rustied
softly in the breeze, and the murmur
of the Okeechee River kept up its soft
monotone.
Within the great echoing hall Lilias
Lejeune lay, her hands interlocked un-
der her head, the gorgeous, striped Af
ghans making a proper setting to her
girlish beauty, while Lilias Lejeune,
the elder, her forty-year-old maiden
aunt, sat at the other end of the place,
arranging long-stemmed roses in a
quaint Omari vase, with dragon hand-
les, and throat splashed with the deli-
cious blue tint so dear to connoisseurs.
Lilias—*Lill,” they called her, to
(distinguish her from Miss Lejeune, the
elder—was a rosebud of seventeen.
Miss Lilias, on the contrary, was a
rose in full bloom.
“I do think,” said Lill, smothering
an incipient yawn, “that Colonel Main-
waring was the handsomest man here
last night, for all of his five-and-forty
years.”
Lilias shrugged her shoulders.
“You young people are so intoler-
ant,” said she. “You talk of Colonel
Mainwaring as if he were a second
Methuselah I”!
“But five-and-forty—it’s almost fif-
ty I” said Lill. “Some people are
horrid at fitty. He isn’t though. I
wonder, Aunt Lilias, why he never
married !”
Miss Lejeune rose.
“I haven't half enough of these
Glory of Dijon roses,” said she. “I
must go down and gather some more.”
“But it’s so warm !"’ pleaded Lill.
“It’s shady down in the rose gar-
den.”
Lill looked sleepily after the light,
retreating figure.
“] wonder if it’s true,” said she,
“that Colonel Mainwaring was in love
with Aunt Lilias years and years ago
before he went to India? How funny,
to think that they were lovers twenty
years ago! But Colonel Mainwaring
will make a royal lover for somebody
et. I—am--not—certain—but that
—TI'll try—tor him—myself.”’
And Lill drifted into dimpled slum.
ber.
While Lilias Lejeune clipping away
among the glossy leaved vines with
her rose scissors, was utterly reckless
whether she cut flowers, stems or
stalks. .
“Why does he come back here to
haunt me?’ she asked herself, with
restlessly shining eyes. “I had
schooled myself to forget him. Why
did he not stay where he was? One
thing is very certain: He shall not
again have the chance to jilt me.”
Just then a little woolly pated pica-
ninny came running to her.
“Please, Miss Lilias,”” he cried,
“Miss Dally Warden wants to see you!
Miss Dally she’s pow'ful bad to-day.”
Lilias gave a little shudder.
Dallette Warden was the overseer’s
daughter, a woman of about her age,
who was dying of consumption. She
did not like Dally, and never had
liked ber, but how was it possible to
refuse a dying request like this.
“I will come,” she answered,
shortly.
Dally sat propped up among her pil-
lows, her pallid face lighted up with
the shine of her great fevered eyes.
She had once been very pretty ; she
had an interesting countenaace still.
“It’s very condescending of Miss Le-
jeune to come to visit the poor over-
seer’s daughter,” said she ironically.
Bat Lilias ignored the tone.
Is there anything I can do for you,
Dally ?” she asked, gently.
“No,” flashed the girl, there's noth-
ing anybody can do for me any more!
But I'd like vou to understand one or
two thinos Miss Lejeune, before, it is
too late.”
Lilias looked puzzled.
“You and I have been rivals al
ways,” said Dally. “Oh, you may
retend not to know it! That amazed
ook of yours is excellent acting, but it
don’t impose on me. You were afraid
that Edgar Mainwaring would like me
better than he liked you, and that
night you gave the grand party at the
Hall you didn’t ask me. You said it
wasn't fitting that the overseers
daughter should be invited to mingle
with all the grandees of the county.
Oh! you were fine and haughty in
those days! But you never dreamed
that the poor overseer’s daughter could
make or mar your fate for you.
When Mr. Mainwaring went to India
—he wasn’t a colonel in those days,
and your father, the judge, didn’t think
him good enough to tie your dainty
shoe ribbous for you, grand lady that
you were—was it to you that he wrote
or to Dally Warden the overeeer’s
daughter? Look at that set of ivory
chessman on the shelf. That came
from Burrampore. Look at that tiger
gkin on the floor, all black and gold,
with head erect, as if it would spring
at you. That was from the jungles of
Ardpootra. He sent those to Dally
Warden, not to Miss Lejuene. And I
saw you looking paler and sadder day
by day, and I was revenged.”
Lilias had drawn back ; she had red-
dened at first and then growu pale.
“Is that what you wanted to say to
me ?”’
“Isn't it enough ?” insolently retort-
ed the consumptive, an evil smile
wreathing her lips.
“Too much,” shuddered Miss Le-
jeune, “I am sorry, Dally, that you
entertain such yindictive feelings to-
ward me. I never intended to wound
ou.”
“Qh, it don’t matter!” said Dally,
I'm revenged—that is all. I've lived
to see the proud Miss Lejeune a broken
hearted woman. Now, so far as I
know, there's nothing left to live for,
and I’m ready to go.”
And Miss Lejeune’s last impression
of Dally Warden was that of small ex-
ultant eyes, like those of a serpent—a
yellow-tressed head drawn back, cobra
capella fashion, and such a sinister
smile as Lucrezia Borgia might have
smiled.
That was the last time she ever saw
Dally Warden alive. The poor girl
died that night.
“Please, Miss Lilias,” said old Ju-
dith, the pur-blind cook, who lived
near the overseer's cottage, ‘‘dey say,
Miss Dally she done wanted yo’ to
have de tiger skin wid de green-glass
eyes for yo’ bedroom flo. Lef' it to
you by her will.”
“I don’t want it,” said Lilias Le-
jeune, shrinking, “You may have it,
Judy.”
“T’ankee, miss — t'ankee, mighty
much!” said the old woman, gleeful-
ly, displaying her stumps of yellow
teeth, “Old Judy’ll be as fine as a
fiddler with dat tiger skin on her cabin
flo’—will so.”
She called Lilias triumphantly into
her little habitation the next day to
display the pew treasure. With a
ponderous pair of silver spectacles
perched on her nose and au old jack-
knife she was ripping off the lining.
“Cl'ar ett up by de mohts, Miss Lil-
ias,” she declared. “I'll hab to get it
relined, 'fore it can be fa'rly decent.
Yo’ can read, Miss Lilias can’t yo’?
But ole Judy she never had no educa-
tion. And her's a lot o’ writ paper
sheets tucked in between de linin’ an’
de skin hese'f like as dough dey was
quilted in, Wha’ does dey mean, hon-
ey—eh ? Kin yo’ tell ole Judy ?”
.Lilias stooped down and took up the
dry and dusty relics.
“They are letters,” she said. ‘Let
ters written to—
She stopped abruptly. She might
have added: “Written to one dear
Lilias,” and signed “Edgar Mainwar
ing.” Loving, pleading letters that
begged for but one word of answer—
letters whose faded ink and dry, rust
ling paper took one back nearly a
quarter of a century.
“I have sent these to Dallette Ward-
en’s care,” he wrote, “because she tells
me your father is vehemently opposed
to my suit and will receive no corre-
spondence. She promises to forward
your answer, if ever you deiga me one.
If not, I shall, of course accept your si-
lence as a sufficient doom.”
And all these letters had been
opened and mercilessly perused by
Dally, the overseer’s daughter, then
hidden away beneath the snarling
teeth, the cruel green glass eyes of the
man-eating tiger of Ardpootra. Thus
had she nursed her revenge.
Lilias drew a long sigh.
“I’ll take these papers, Aunt Ju-
dith,” said she. “They—they are in-
teresting to no one but me.”
“P’ankee, Miss Iilias,” said the old
crone, conteutedly stroking the spotted
gorgeousness of the tiger's skin.
Colonel Mainwaring was coming
slowly up from the Okeechee, his
jointed fishing rod flung over his shoul-
der, his eyes fixed gravely on the vio-
let dotted grass at his feet, when the
flowering branches of the glen were
parted, and a tall, slight figure in
white stood before him.
“Miss Lejeune ?'’ he exclaimed.
“Colonel Mainwaring 1”
He looked—as well h¢ might—su-
premely surprised.
She took all her womauly courage
in her hand, and spoke out what was
| in her heart.
“Will you look at these letters that
are in my hand?” she said. “They
were written, as it seems, to me, but
they never reached me until now.”
And then in a low voice she related
the whole story.
He looked intently at her.
“You are going to give them back
to me ?” he asked.
“No ; I am going to keep them.”
“You have not answered them.”
“I have never had the opportunity.”
“Lilias, will you answer them now ?”’
“Yes, Colonel Mainwaring.”
“And what is the answer to be?’
“It is to be ‘Yes!’ ”
§ [So the tiger of the Ardpootra jungles
had yielded up the secret, and the long-
parted lovers were reunited at last in
spite ot Dallette Warden's treachery.
“And he’s just a8 much in love with
her ae if he were a boy of eighteen and
she one of this season’s rosebuds,”
sighed Lill. “And I'd almost made
up my mind to set my cap for him!
0 one can be too good for Aunt Lilias,
and I am sure Colonel Mainwaring de-
serves the nicest wife in the world ; so
that all is right at last.”
And the two lovers, secure in their
own happiness, never betrayed the ge-
cret of Dallette Warden's envious
heart.
The tiger-skin lies gleaming on Aunt
Judith’s floor, and she solemnly
avows that “it blinks dem drefful glass
eves at her atween daylight and dark,
like it was alive.”
Dallette has gone there is neither mar-
riage nor giving in marrisge— Saturday
Night.
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Northern Pacific Seeks the Protection
of the Court.
Bill Filed in Wisconsin.—The Action Necessary
Owing to the Depression of Business.—Thomas
F. Oakes, President of the Company ; Henry C.
Payne, of Milwankee, and Henry C. Rouse, of
the Missouri, Kansas and Texas Railroad, Ap-
pointed Receivers.
New York, August 15.--Thomas F.
Oakes, of New York; H. C. Payne, of
Milwaukee, and Henry C. Rouse, of the
Missouri, Kansas and Texas Railroad,
were appointed this afternoon as receiv-
ers for the Northern Pacific Railroad
Company.
Judge Lacombe, of United States
Circuit Court, appointed the receivers
on motion of the Farmers’ Loan and
Trust Company and Philip D. Winstan
and William C. Sheldon, George R.
Sheldon, William T. Prentice and
William C. Sheldon, Sr., as co-part-
ners comprising the firm of W. C, Shel-
don & Co. The receivership embraces
the Northern Pacific Railroad Company
and of all the railroads owned, leased or
controlled by the said ccrporation. The
receivers will each file a bond for
$50,000.
CONTENTS OF THE BILL.
The bills set forth that Messrs. Wins-
ton, Prentice and Sheldon are stock-
holders of the company and the Far-
mers’ Loan and Trust Company is trus-
tee for the holders of the bonds issued
under the mortgages figuring in the
suit. After setting forth the origin of
the company of co-operate railroads and
telegraph lines, and the fact that it is
the owner of a large amount of stock in
corporations owning various branch
railroads and telegraph lines the bill
proceeds to name the lines and give
their mileage, capital stock, debt, state-
ments, etc. It then names the lines
leased by the company and sets forth
the fact that they are all operated as a
unit knownas the Northern Pacific
system,
The defendant Company, it is stated,
has its capital stock divided into shares
of $100 each, and it is alleged that there
is outstanding $49,000,000 of common
and $36,000,000 of preferred stock. A
list of mortgages and bonds issued is
given, showing that the funded or se-
cured debt of the defendant amounts to
about thesum of $152,818,500, which
sum is to be increased by the issue of
additional trust notes amounting to
$10,000,000, upon which debt the an-
nual interest and sinking fund charges
to $9,346,760. In addition the company
has liabilities on account of its branch
companies amounting to $15,349,000,
aud increasing its interest payments
$913,440 a year.
Buachanan’s Old Home.
The out-of-the-way location of this
historic spot makes it unfamiliar even to
the seeker after such things, and in his
native State and in the county of his
birth there are but comparatively few
who have visited it. No one who has
stood on the site of the old frontier trad-
ing post, however, is likely to soon for-
get its inspiring and picturesque sur-
rounding and the chance to be Presi-
dent, which every schoolboy is told is
his, will not seem such an unreal thing
to him who has gazed on the lowly cot-
tage in which James Buchanan firstsaw
light. -
Stony Batter is the expressive if not
poetic name given to the place where
the elder James Bucbanan, the Presi-
dent’s father, made his first American
home. The Tuscarora Mountain makes
the entire western border of Franklin
county and the Xittatinny or North
Mountain runs closely paralled to it.
Near the southwestern corner of the
county there is an abrupt break in the
North Mountain forming one of the
numerous ‘‘gaps’’ familiar in the Penn-
sylvania ranges. This is known as Cove
Gap, and its peculiarity is a cross spur
of the Tuscarora range called Cove
Mountain and forming the southern
boundary to a natural cul de sac, in
which is a cleared space of about two
acres, occupying what seems from the
inside like a great circular basin with
no apparent outlet.
As a matter of fact Stony Batter lies
just off one of the famous turnpikes
which antendated the railroad and sup-
erseded the packhorse trail, which war
the highway of the day when the trad-
ing post was one of the country’s most
flourishing institutions.
Leaving the turnpike which at Cove
Gap leads up over the mountains and
into Fulton county, where the turnpike
is still the most modern means of travle,
the would-be pilgrim to Stony Batter
plunges along over a road whose stron-
gest characteristic is its picturesqueness,
not to say roughness. On the right
towers up the rugged Kittatinny and
along the left flows a rippling and gurg-
ling trout stream darkened by the shade
of towering pines and chestnut trees.
A half mile of this brings the traveler
into the open clearing, where in the
latter years of the Revolution a trader
named John Tom established a post.
After making a clearing, trader Tom
erected two rude log cabins. One of
these he used as adwelling while the
other sheltered his stock of merchan-
dise. This wild and at first thought
ineligible site had several advantages as
subsquent events proved though their
discoverer did not profit by them as he
should have done. ~ The beautiful little
stream which still flows through the
clearing furnished an abundant water
supply for the pack-horses while a clear
spring which bubbled up then as it does
now from the foot of the mountain met
all household needs in the same direc-
tion. :
The post was only three miles from
the important frontier settlement of
‘¢’Squire Smith’s Town,” since renamed
Mercersburg, in honor of the famous
soldier, From this post large numbers
of pack-horses were loaded with the
products which they carried to the still
more remote settlements on the other
side of the Alleghenies, and in busy
times as many as one hundred animals
at a time stood there receiving their
loads of iron, salt and dry goods, which
they carried out over the ‘Packer’s
Path,” still discernible, and beyond the
mountains to barter for the Mononga-
bela whiskey, which was about the
"only product of civilization then obtain-
And in the country whither poor
able in the “the West.”
Two distilleries near the birthplace
render it unnecessary at the present day
to make such long pilgrimages for stim-
ulants. Trader Tom's business grew,
and consequently, when one day, a stur-
dy young Irishman, appeured at his
door in search of a job, he was soon in-
stalled as assistant. This
was James
Buchanan, then late of County Done- .
gal, Ireland, and in bis 28 year, ‘who ;
had come over 1n 1783, and after a visit |
to bis uncle in York county, began to
look about for himself. He was compe-
tent, faithful and economical. The tra-
der under the influence of prosperity be-
came dissolute and financial disaster
finally overwhelmed him, and com-
pelled him in 1788 to sell the post, which
the young Irishman purchased, As the
President in an autobiographical sketch
says:
toy father was a man of practical
judgment and of great industry and
perseverance.
English education and had that knowl-
edge of mankind which prevented him
from ever being deceived in his business.
With these qualifications, with the fac-
ulty of obtaining goods on credit at
Baltimore at that early date, and with
the advantage of his position, it being
one of very few spots where the people
of the western counties came with pack-
horses loaded with wheat to purchase
and carry home salt and other necessari-
es, his circumstances soon improved.
He bought the Dunwoodie farm for £1,-
500 in 1794 and had previously purchas-
ed the property on which he resided at
Cove Gap.”
Having firmly established himself in
business, Trader Buchanan’s next step
was marriage. He found a wife in the
person of Elizabeth Speer, the daughter
of a farmer, and remarkable, consider-
ing her few advantages, for her superior
intellect, as well as for her piety and
capability in housshold affairs.
On the23d of April, 1791, in the
little cabin which formed the Buchanan
homestead, James Buchanan, the fu-
ture President, was born. Of the years
that he passed in that wild spot little is
recorded, as his father removed to the
town of Mercersburg when the lad was
only 5 years old, but it is told by a per-
sonal friend of the President, who him-
self related the story, thatit was the
custom of his parents to hang a bell
about his neck to prevent his being lost
amid the rocks and thickets when he
played outdoors. ;
Stony Batter is as wild to-day as it
ever was. It has long since passed out
of the family’s possession, and even the
cottage has been removed. Like the
Buchanans, it went to Mercersburg.
The person who bought it about six-
teen years ago saw in it possibilities of
revenue which it did not possess while
it stood on its original site, and, cave-
fully number all thelogs and pieces,
took it down and re-erected it in town,
where it still standsin a fair state of pre-
servation, thanks to its annual coating
of whitewash. The old cabin is only a
story and a half high and about twenty
feet square.
The father of Buchanan died at Mer-
cersburg in 1821 and was buried beside
other sturdy settlers of that region in
the ancient Waddell graveyard near
that place. Some years latter Mrs. Bu
chanan died in" Westmoreland county,
but was taken back and laid by the side
of her husband in the peaceful old bury-
ing ground in the beautiful Cumberland
Valley.
A Lively Whale Beaten bya Steam-
boat in a Long Race.
What was probably the most unique
race on record, occured on the waters
of Puget Sound between Tacomo and
Seattle on Friday afternoon—namely,
a race between a whale and a steam-
boat. Shortly after the Flyer passed
Brown’s Point on her afternoon trip
to Seattle, a large shovel-nose whale
was noticed on her port bow, and as
it wasin about the same position
when the Flyer came up on her
previous trip, it excited the curiosity
of the captain, who decided to stand
off his course to get a near view of the
monster of the deep. Judge of his
astonishment when, instead of over-
hauling the whale, the whale drew
away from the boat. By this time it
had got nosed . about among the
passengers that it was the intention of
the officers of the boat to overtake the
whale if it was possible for wood, steel
and steam to do so.
Word was sent to the engine room,
and in a few moments it was plainly
noticeable that the crack boat of the
Pacific bad got an extra move on her-
self, and in about five mivutes it was
clear she was gaining on the whale.
About one mile south of Robinson’s
Point the whale put on an extra spurt
of speed, and for a minute or so gained
a little on the boat, but it evidently
was only a spurt, for-the boat again
gafned. - When Robiuson's Point was
reached the whale took the inside
course, and it was feared it would run
ashore and so end the race. To pre
vent this the Flyer kept off she. e so as
to allow it plenty of sea room in round-
ing the point. By reason of taking
the outside course after the point was
rounded, the whale had gained con-
siderably on the boat, but it wae evi-
dent from the erratic movements of the
leviathan that it was fast becoming
tired out, and that it would be only a
matter of a few miles more when the
monster would have to acknowledge
defeat. About half a mile from Pul-
ley Point the whale and boat were side
by side, and the excitement among the
passengers was intense, women and
children joining in the vigorous yelling.
Bets which at the beginning of the
race were offered that the whale would
do up the boat, were sll withdrawn, '
and no one could be found who would
risk 10 cents on his whaleship.
When Pulley Point was passed the
boat was fully six lengths, and five
minutes after passing the Point the
greatest race on record was ended, the
man had constructed to sail on top of
the water a boat that could outrnn the
swiftest denizen of the deep.
A passenger who came up on the
boat that crossed the Flyer's track re-
ported seeing a dead whale near Pulley
Point. Whether or not this wae the
remains of the whale that raced the
A Practical Joker Had All the “Help”
Out Sailing on His Yacht.
There is a certain yachteman who
loved a joke, especially one of the
practical kind. He is rich, and can
therefore indulge this wealmess with
less fear of the consequences than
most people would have. Last sum-
mer he made his headquartes at the
hotel on the Jersey coast, taking
frequent cruises on his schooner yacht.
Being liberal with his money, he was
the “star boarder’ at the place and the
proprietor put up with his eccentrici-
ties rather than lose his valuable
patronage.
One day in August the yachtsman
He bad received s good said to. the hotel-keeper:
“Your servants have to work pretty
hard, don’t they 2?”
“Well, yes,” was the
reply.
“They seem very faithful, and I
think they deserve a little treat.”
**Yes,” said the hotel man, wonder:
ing what was up.
“I have been thinking that it would
do them lots of good to take a sail on
my yacht,”
“Qh, that would be too great a
favor,” replied the other. ‘Beside,
they havean’t time to go out on such a
trip.”
“Yes they have. They can go
directly after luncheon, and get back
in time to cook dinner.”
“You would be sure to bring them
back in two or three hours I”
“Certainly ; you needn’t worry about
that.”
Consent was given, and the guest
invited all the servants for an afternoon
cruise. They accepted the offer eager
ly. The next day was named for the
time. Luncheon was burried through
with, and the start was made without
washing the dishes. The yacht was of
good size, so that there was room for
everyone. All the employes of the
hotel went, except the clerks. The
cooks and their helpers, the waiters,
hall boys, baggage handlers, dish-
washers and all the rest put on their
best bibs and tuckers for an afternoon
“off.”
The day was a fine one, and the sail
was immeunsly enjoyed. The owner of
the vessel was even more delighted
than his guests. Four o'clock came
and the vessel was mile from the hotel.
The cooks began to get anxious. They
were assured it was all right. After
an hour or two a capital supper was
served, and Mary Apn and James
forgot all about their duties on shore.
When their host said; “I wonder
what the people at the hotel are eat-
ing 77 there wus a great shout of
laughter. All consented to the mutiny
against their employer, and didn’t
mind sailing until ten or eleven o'clock,
hesitating
«when the schooner finally landed.
In the meantime the guests were in
a fice state of mind, and the proprietor
was beside himself. At six o'clock
some of the people went into the kitch-
en, washed a fed dishes, cooked coffee
and got together some cold food. A
few thought it all a geat joke. When
the yachting party returned the hotel-
keeper couldn't scold his employes,
and didn’t dare offend the rich guest.
He therefore smiled—in a forced
fashion, it is true—when the yachtman
asked him, cheerily: “How did you
enjoy your dinner ?'—N. Y. Tribune.
Cure for the Blues.
Do Something for Someone More Miserable Than
Yourself.
Do you ever have the blues? Of
course you do, for there never yet lived
a man or woman whose soul cast no
shadow. These times of depression,
from which we all of us suffer more or
less, are nothing more than shadows cast
by our souls in the road along which we
are walking heavenward. Sunshine
rays produce shadows, and the fact that
our souls go into eclipse now and then
proves that there is sunshine just behind
us. But what do you do when you get
the blues? Do you ery or scold or
mope? Isit hard to live in the same
house with you while the shadow falls
athwart your way ? Do the children get
out of the road when they see you com-
ing? I have found an excellent cure
for the blues which I mean to tell you
right here.
Go straight to work and do something
for some one more miserable than your-
self. Whatever your trouble may be,
there is always some one to be found
who has a harder lot to bear. The oth-
erday a young wife was deserted by her
husband and taken to the hospital to
face a terribe illness, without a friend to
stand by her in her hour ot need, and
with not a cent to defray expenses or
unlock the door of the future. Suppose
you go hunt her up and offer a helping
band. Such betrayal and desertion dis-
counts your puffs of vapor. A mother
watched the coffin lid close the other
day forever and forever, so far as mor-
tal time counts, between her yearning
eyes and the face of her only boy. What
is your transient depression compared to
the heart anguish of such « grief as bers
Don’t you think it would kelp cure you
of the blues if you sat down and wrote
that mother a letter, or dropped in for
an hour or two to keep her company ?
Tt seems such a selfish thing to be so ex-
clusivein bearing trouble, A load shared
isa load lightened, and the deepest
gloom takes on a bright tint now and
then if overshone with the sunshine of
love. —Chicago Herald.
: Small Attendance Yesterday.
CHicAGo, Aug. 20.—The attendance
at the fair to-day was very small, and
the grounds, after having been thronged
by splendid crowds all week appeared
strangely deserted. The buildings were
open, but the few people who wandered
through their vast areas did not find
much to delight the eye, as nearly all
! of attendance.
is quite probable that the race the |
hoat gave it may have proved fatal.—
From the Tacoma Ledger.
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the exhibits were ‘covered. The week
just closed was a record breaker in point
The number of visitors
during the seven days was 790,466, an
: '€ | increase over last week of 110,374.
Flyer has not yet been verified, but it |
——She
would you rather do, paint a great pic-
ture or write a great poem ?”’ He (of
the modern school) —* Whichever would
bring the highest price.’
(sentimental) — “Which ,
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For and About Women.
Kate Field says: “The feeling of
superiority in the sterner sex is inborn,””
“Mamma, do you think you'll go to
heaven ? said Jack, thoughtfully look-
ing into his mother’s face “Yes, dear,
if I’m good,” said the little mother
cautiously wondering what would come
next. ‘Then please be good, for papa
and I would be so lonesome without
you.”
Watch for these things, for they are.
advancing with steady strides .
The Elizabethan ruff.
The shawl.
The chigron.
The reticule.
The sprigged muslin,
The patch.
The overskirt.
The accordion plait.
Frills and flounces.
And these things are going :.
The tailor-made gown.
The train.
Plain and heavy fabrics.
Black shoes.
The general impression about wrink-
les is that they are caused by worry, but
the truth is most of them come from
laughing. To know how to laugh is
just as important as to know when to do
it. If you laugh with the side of your
face, the skin will loose in time, and
wrinkles will form in exact accordance
with the kind of laugh you have.
Handsome and attractive toilettes of
midsummer are snow white throughout
from the chip hat with its nodding
white plumes and satin ribbons to the
low shoes of white canvas tipped with
glossy white leather. In the morning
this costume is of linen duck, with an
Eaton jacket or a longer coat with revers
and butterfly collar, and a skirt
gored in tailor fashion and clearing the
ground. A linen shirt or a gathered
waist of white China silk is worn, with
a stiff belt ribbon and a silver buckle.
With this suit the hat is of Milan straw
in sailor shape, and white gloves com-
plete the trim toilette.
Three-quarter jackets are more popu-
lar, just at present, than the long capes,
and, after all, it is better so, for they are
preity and jaunty, some of them, give
one a petite appearance, while the cape
has a tendency to make the figure look
stout.
The late Dr. Agnew said that catarrh-
al affections were almost unknown
among the Quakeresses whom he attend-
ed, and he ascribed it to the fact that
the Quaker bonnet protects the back ot
the head and nape of the neck from cold
air.
A pretty dress was a navy blue crepon
with a full skirt trimmed with three
scant ruffles formed of black satin rib-
bon. The French waist had a stock
and belt of black satin and epaulettes of
yellow lace were topped by a standing
plaiting of satin ribbon over the should-
ers, which gave the desirable high ef-
fect. Another dress was of cafe au lait
surah, splashed with black arrow heads.
The skirt had band of black insertion,
edged with narrow jet trimming. The
waist bad a yoke formed of the lace and
jet and a narrower band of black satin
outlined the neck and waist. Asan ex-
tra touch big black satin sleeves were
employed rather than those like the
gown.
As pretty a hat as I have seen this
season was & three-cornered, heliotrope
straw, with a rosette of heliotrape velvet
at every turned up corner, or rather on
the turned up flaps between the corners,
and with a trail of pink eglantine drop-
ping from it and resting on the should-
er. It belonged, it ought not to be
needful to tell you, to an auburn-haired
blonde.
Mrs. Bayard, wife of the Ambassador
to England, has already been successful
in her appearance at Court. She made
a pleasant impression during her stay at
Windsor, and her charm of manner and
brilliancy of conversation bave won her
an enviable place in the best London
society.
A pretty dress was of gray-blue crep-
on. The skirt was untrimmed save for
three largebows of cherry-red velvet seu
on tbe side seam, the first one about a
foot from the bottom and the last about
a foot from the top. The little French
waist was gathered into a narrow belt of
the velvet and the stock was of the same
material. Big black satin sleeves gave it
2 novel appearance, and yet such a com-
bination is not to be commended unless
the wearer 1s perfectly able to stand
it.
I am delighted to tell you that plaids
are going out and small checks are com-
ing in. A small black and white check
is one of the nicest, neatest things for
morning wear. I saw a middle-aged
woman the other day in a summer
tweed of the smallest black and white
check. The skirt was of very fine white
cambric, tucked and frilled ; the frills
were,embroidered with black, and a
deep white cambric frill was worn round
the neck, which was also embroidered
with black. A little black and white
bonnet to match, surmounting a care-
fully dressed head, completed a costume
of which the whole effect was delightful
How is it that the well-dressed woman
of 50 often looks so much nicer than the
girls of 20? I think, that it is that the
girl has an idea it doesn’t matter how
she puts on her clothes, but depends for
her appearance entirely upon her youth
and freshness. I am sure thisis a mis.
take ; an ill-dressed girl has no chance
by the side of a care-fully-dressed wom-
an,
Hot water is a stimulant, a food, an
antiseptic and a sedative when all as.
similative functions are suspended.
When baby is purging and vomiting
badly give up all food, says a physician
in the “Jenness Miller Magazine,” and
fill the child with hot (not warm) water
given in small doses for twenty-four
hours. The water flushes and cleanses
the stomach. After a few doses add a
pinch of salt to the hot water and, if
the child takes it more readily, a ver
little sugar. Occasionally a child
whose stomach if in such a delicate con
dition that it has retained nothing for
some time will throw up the first hot
water given and retain the second or
third dose, persisted in, this treatment
will usually induce quiet sleep and re-
covery. I hope the mothers who have
fretful, sleepless, weak-stomached babes
will try this simple but effectual reme-
dy.