Beworral
Bellefonte, Pa., ©ct.' 3, 1893.
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THE LAST«GAME,
The base ball grounds are vacant,
The bleaching beards are still,
And from the grove of maples
Calls the lonely wvhippoorwill ;
The moon shines-eool and placid
And percolotes the shade,
But the season nowris over,
And the last gamé’s played.
The band of champion sluggers
Have traveled out of town,
And all the pretty blazers
And dashing suits are gone;
Reed, Miller and’Bill Soper
Have separately strayed ;
The season now igfover
And the last game is played.
Ah, well! The lights {ill midnight,
And after theny the moon ;
The winter’ll go-a humming
And spring be here blamed soon;
Meanders life forever
Thro’ sunshine and thro’ shade,
Sweet is remembered summer,
Tho’ the last game’s played.
— With Apologies to Judge.
Er ———
MISS PIM'S PARTY.
An Old Maids Quster “Supper and its Conse-
quences.
BY LAVINA.H. EGAN,
Nobody ever knew how it came
about least of all Miss Pim herself.
“It just popped into her head,” she
said, “and she did it.” :
Perhaps it was the sight of those
quantities of oysters that Miss Pim
. saw atthe little Italian’s on the cor-
ner every afternoon:as she! returned
home and the big pile of empty shells
which Pasquale himeelf would be
heaping up on the sidewalk next morn-
ing as she passed by to her work that
first made her think of it. Perhaps it
was the accounts of the balls and par-
ties, and receptions and 5 o'clock and
“high teas” that she read about in the
stale papers which her friend “Gloves”
sometimes gave her as she passed
through the salesroom on her way to
the fourth story, for Miss Pim was on-
ly a cutter in the ready made depart-
ment of Great &'Co. ‘Now Miss Pim
was fond of saying that she chose work
of this kind because her talents ran
that way. In the little village up
country which had once been Miss
Pim’s home she had had, she said, ex-
cellent advantages in art, and had at
one time thought of making it a’ pro:
fession, ‘“but,’” and Miss Pim’s eyes
were seldom dry when she spoke of it,
‘‘dear papa had died and there had
been mamma to think of besides her-
self,” and so she had just come down
to the city and taken work as a cutter,
because it was in her line, as it were,
since she had always had such an eye
for form. Mamma was dead now and
there was only Miss Pim!s self for her
to think about, but still newspapers
were a little beyond her. “Gloves”
confided to her that she herself got
them of a “feller” who.was a type-set-
ter and who sometimes came to walk
home with her nights.
But however it came about, Miss
Pim fully determined tohave-an oyster
supper in honor of the anniversary of
her own birthday. “4In all the born
days of her life,” she had never tasted
oysters, and, with deliberate avoidance
of stating theexact length of that time,
would eimply add thatshe-“couldn’t do
it any younger.” 8o that part of the
matter was settled ; she would have an
oyster supper. It was so very fortu-
nate, she declared, that her birthday
came in November, a month with the
talismanic “r"” in it. (Clearly it was
intended that she should have an oys-
ter supper.
Miss Pim began to think of it and
plan for it weeks before it .came oft.
At first she was in a state of great per-
turbation to know what to have besides
oysters, They were such an unknown
quantity to her that she found it diffi-
cult to work up a repast with them at
the focal point. :’erhaps after all she
wouldn't like them, they did look so
“messy” when Mr. Pasquale took
them out of their shells. but try them
she must and would. Mise Pim felt it
over her like a covering that she
would have died rather than eonfess to
“Gloves” her ignorance in regard to
the bivalves, bur, nevertheless, deter-
mined, since nothing else offered, ito
obtain from her quondam friend all the
second-hand information on the sub-
ject which she could without degrada-
tion to herself. So she sacrificed her
‘morning nap on the altar of her desire
for knowledge, and spent all her spare
moments at the the glove counter list-
-ening to her friend’s accounts of the
“entertainments” which she seemed to
be in a chronic state of attempting.
Bat, somehow, these conversations al-
ways left Miss Pim with only a vague
conglomerated idea of “fellers” and
“Worster” and “oystyers,” all of
which, especially the latter pronuncia-
tion, convinced Miss Pim that “Gloves”
had been a “girl” before she became a
“salesladr.” This settled Miss Pim’s
mind on the matter of inviting
“Gloves” to her supper. She was well
enough in her way, and very nice in-
deed at the store, but—and Miss Pim
asked herself the question more than
once—*would she be an agreeable so-
cial acquaintance ?”’
In fact, the question of guests be-
came a very important one. Whom
to inyite Mise Pim knew not. The
cobbler down stairs she spoke to every
morning as she passed, but frequently
he had patched her shoes, so, of course
be was out of the question. The little
milliner on the floor below her, with
whom she had what she called “some
social acquaintance,” had once given a
tea to which Miss Pim was not invited
go that left her out. The Simpkins,
Mr. and Mrs, agent and saleslady,
were not to be considered, since they
were, as Miss Pim expressed it, “utter
ly devoid of sentiment.”
time she would invite them, but to this
her first oyster supper, her guests were
to be from the social world —the chos-
en “400 iteelf.
It is true, Miss Pim’'s was only a
newspaper acquaintance with the “set”
Some other |
but that would serve her purpose.
Weeks before the event was to take
place she conned the social column of
her stock in hand of newspapers, mak:
ing selection of the guests she would
invite, After much cogitation, she de-
cided to invite four couples and “one
odd gentleman.” “The ten of us will
make such a nice sized party,” she
said. Miss Pim’s hair was turned
quite gray, and steel-rimmed spectacles
held down the loose curls of it that
clustered about her ears, but her heart
gave a little flutter when she began to
scan the papers for the name of the
“odd gentleman” whom she was t2 in-
vite to her supper.
Migs Pim was, in the highest degree
romantic, but singularly enough de-
termined that she must have a good,
strong, sensible sounding name for her
“odd gentleman,” This she hit upon
in Adam Croft. She saw this name
recurring frequently in paper after
paper and it sounded so substantial
and the man who owned it seemed to
be so popular that she was sure she
had made a wise choice. It made no
difference to her that her papers were
out of date, She made selections trom
their notes just the same. The first
young lady whom Mise Pim hit upon
to invite was a Miss Alexia Brain.
Now, once upon a time Miss Pim had
had two names herself, and that other
one, which she had lost along with her
father and mother and the friends of
her village childhood, was Alexia. So
that is why Miss Brain; her namesake
came to be the heroine of her romance
concerning the ‘‘upper ten,” as Adam
Croft was the hero, and why those two |
were to be the first invited. The other
seven guests she selected in a haphaz-
ard kind of way, settling upon a D, and
E,and Fand a G, an H, an I and a.J.
But how was she to invite them?
Miss Pim’s first idea was to write a
card to each one and then stuff the
whole batch of invitations up the chim-
ney, as she had used to do with letters
to Santa Claus long ago. But some-
how that seemed too much “make be-
lieve,” and she finally determined to
spend eighteen of her hoard of pennies
for stamps and mail the cards, ad-
dressed only ‘‘city,” which was as
much as Miss Pim knew of the where-
abouts of the guests she was inviting.
This gave much more tangibility to
the thing and pleased her beyond
measure,
Upon the cards she intended for Al-
exia Brain and Adam Croft she took
particular pains. On the former she
wrote in her little neat hand: “At
Home. Miss Pim, November 21,
Room 17, No. 413—— Street,” and
around the margin she scattered little
pen drawings of oysters on the half
shell. She hit upon this as being an
excellent way of announcing “the style
of entertainment.” The card which
Adam was to receive she felt must be
more ornate still, since he was to be
the “odd gentleman.” So instead of
pen work she did the writing in gilt
with a fine brush, and with her water-
colors painted forget-me-nots and bow-
knots all around. It was very “prit-
ty,” as Miss Pim called it, and the
next morning as she went down stairs
carrying her little packet of nine cards,
all duly signed, sealed and addressed
to the city at large, her heart beat
very fast, and she had a vague fear
that she would trip and scatter her
precious invitations over the dusty
steps.
The new young man was just com-
ing up and Miss Pim was in such per-
turbation she could scarcely return the
bow he gave and which she, however,
afterwards always declared was a re-
markably gallant one. Now the new
young man was a tall, broad-shoul-
dered, good-looking fellow who had
rented the little room at the end of the
hall from Mies Pim’s and who kept a
light burning in his room half the
night, Miss Pim’s womanly heart
misgave that she could not invite this
young man to her supper. Though
he wore a rough great coat, and only
‘a simple “wide-awake” atop of his
-crisping waves of hair, Miss Pim fan-
cied she saw the *‘prince in disguise”
look about him, and was quite sure,
trom a look that she sometimes saw
in his handsome gray eyes, that he
was in trouble, and she longed to com-
ifort him. She was certain that he ate
oysters, for she had frequently seen
him carrying a little paper box of them
ito his room. But—and her heart
sank—she could not invite him, she
did not even know his name, and, be-
sides, it would not be proper, since he
would be the only one who would
really coine,
Upon the morning of the 21st Mies
Pim rose early. Every crack and
cranny of her little room was swept
and garnished. Upon the bed she put
the time honored white spread that she
had known on the “company bed” at
home, and the embroidered slips that
showed the work of her own dainty
finger covered the pillows. She set
the table, putting upon it the darned
cloth of snowy damask which still
bore its ancient smell of cedar and
lavender. Her stock of tableware she
exhausted in laying three covers, but
she kept saying, with childlike “make
believe,” “maybe they won't all come.”
There was the plate with the wreath
of roses all around and the cup and
sancer to match. These she would
put at “Alexia’s place,” she said; and
| the ones with garlands and bow knots
| she put for the “odd gentleman.” She
herself would use the little set decora-
i ted with those immodest shepherdesses
{ in their short frocks, who sat so very
close to the shepherds that Miss Pim
fervently wished none of her guests
{ would observe them.
theatre with her “feller,” so that set-
tled it.
Mr. Pasquale was very gracious
when she stopped to make her pur-
chase of the precious oysters, and him-
self added two for “lagniappe,” he
said. He selected the whitest and
crispest stalks of celery, wrapping
them up carefully so as uot to break
the tops, and was satisfied to weigh on-
ly in his soiled but doubtless generous
fingers the half pound of crackers that
completed her order.
The little cobbler was just closing
his door to go home to supper when
Miss Pim passed.
*Seasonable weather,” he said pleas-
antly, and Miss Pim koew from his
manner there was more to follow.
Was a lady inquirin’ for you this,
mornin’ he went on. “See anything
of ber? A youngish lady, and pretty,
too, I see that through her veil,”
“A young lady inquiring for me?”
asked Miss Pim blankly.
“Yes,” responded the cobbler, warm-
ing up to his subject. “You see, the
first thing I know, a carriage drove up
and the young lady she was gettin’ out.
There warn’t nobody but her and the
big ‘flunky’ on the box, and I know
time I see her she’s that girl with so
much money she couldn’t use it all, so
she took to runnin’ round to find
somebody to spend it for her. “Slum-
ming,’ you know, they calls it, and I
see this girl over and often passing
bere on her way to the back room.
Well, she helt a card in her hand and
she looked at it and then at the num-
ber at the door there, and then at me
again, and she said, ‘Can you tell me
please, if Mies Pim lives upstairs?” I
told her you did, and, "fore I know it,
she was there in the shop, the young,
lady askingime all about you. I didn’t
seem to know much. Seem’s I only
know you passin’, and patchin’ for
you once in awhile, and I asked her if
there was any message, and she said :
‘No, thank you,” and left quick as she
came, drivin’ off in the carriage.”
The man waited for Miss Pim to
speak, but she was too busy with her
thoughts.
“Twarn’t any ef your kin?’ he
asked,
“Ob, no, she said, “I have no idea
who it could have been,” and the little
lady spoke truly and tripped up to her
room with her brain as full of fancies
as her arms were of packages.
Everything was just as she had left
it. A bright fire was soon burning in
the grate and Miss Pim went about the
little table carefully blowing upon
every vacant spot of cloth that no sem-
blance of cinders or dust might cling to
the snowy linen. She polished the lit-
tle array of cups and saucers and
plates till they shone again, and put
the crisp stalks of celery on a stand in
the midst of all. - She pressed her lips
close together, and there was just the
least bit of an upward turn to her nose
as she dumped the oysters out of the
paper into the little white bowl. She
stuffed the soaking box into the grate,
and set the bowl a little gingerly on
the table.
“The thinge do look so s-s-slippery,”
she said to herself.
A knock at the door startled her.
She hardly knew herself afterwards
what she had expected, but when she
held the door open and saw coming in
to her a girl tall and slim and graceful
wearing long gray furs and holding in
her gloved hands a bunch of exquisite
roses, Miss Pim, in telling of it now,
says : “I felt that I should faint.”
What Miss Pim actually did was to
stand stock still until the girl with the
beautiful hair and beautiful eyes and
beautiful face went quite up to her and
said:
“Miss Pim, I am Alexia Brain, and
I thank you so much for letting me
come to you to-night, and I brought
these roses, thinking you might want
them for your table.”
Now never in all Miss Pim’s “born
days” had she seen so many and such
beautiful roses, and when she had
longed for them she had thought that
only in heaven would her wish be grat-
ified, and now? What did Miss Pim
but lay the precious flowers in her
arms and sink down on the little chair
and cry for very joy and wonderment,
to her lifelong regret never saying a
word of welcome to her guest. To this
day she cannot tell how it came about
that Alexia Brain just laid her furs up
on the little bed and sat down beside
her in the warm glow of the firelight,
putting about her a pair of strong
young arms, and resting her head up-
on a firm young shoulder till the flood
of tears was spent. She never knew
either how it happened that she soon
came to be telling Alexia all the story
of her poor life—it took only a few
words for this—and all about her sup-
per and her invitations.
“And Alexia,” Miss Pim would say
afterwards, “just eat there like it was
the most natural thing in the world for
her to be there, till I fairly blinked to
gee if [ was dreaming.”
In the midst of all this the noise of
a closing door was heard, footsteps re-
sounded through the hall, and there
was a tap at door.
Miss Pim opened it tremblingly, and
there stood upon the threshold, with-
out his great coat and wide-awake, but
still broad shouldered and handsome—
the “new young man.” But there was
a light in'his eyes that made them no
longer sad, for they looked quite over
Miss Pim’s head, and the girl in the
glow ot the firelight felt the warm
blood mount to her cheek as she said
| It seemed to her the day would nev-
er
end, but when the hour for closing |
{at the great store came, her heart
was as lightas a feather. There was
quite a little spring in her step when |
she left the elevator, and she was just
on the point of inviting “Gloves” out
oft hand and taking her off in triumph
to her supper. But “Gloves’ ’ greet
ing to her when she cane up was to
announce that she was going to the
eagerly : Ive
“Adam Croft!’
“Adam Croft?” echoed Miss Pim,
faintly. Would wonders never cease ?
“TI am so glad to meet you Miss
Pim,” said the young man gallantly.
“I’ve seen you frequently, and hope
now we shall be better neighbors.”
That is wl at Lislips said, but his
eyes were still firewards, and his heart |
was beating “Alexia, Alexia, Alexia,”
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and a moment later he had taken her
hand in his. She looked up into his
eyes, and then a sirange thing hap
pened. Adam Croft knew that a ques:
tion he had been telling himself every
day and hour for the past year he
could no longer hope to ask had, in
that moment been asked and answered,
And Alexia Brain knew that a ques.
tion she had so longed to hear had, in
that moment, been asked, and rejoiced
that her heart had answered.
{a there any more to be told ? Yes,
still of Miss Pim’s oyster supper, and
surely there was never anything like
it.
By-and-bye Alexia put the roses in-
to the little bowl which Miss Pim
called the “old blue and white,” but
which she called “a crown Derby.”
There was only a bit ot white at her
throat, and the girl wore a simple blue
wool dress, but her cheeks glowed and
her eyes shone beneath the carling
rings of hair, and Adam Croft knew
she had never been more beautiful. He
watched her cut slices from the loaf
which Miss Pim hastily fetched from
the cupboard, dismayed at the meagre
amount of crackers, and himself knelt
beside her on the hearth to help with
the toasting.
“A knowledge of cooking is what I
bought with that money,” he said with
a smile.
“Only in part,” said the girl. “It
has been just a year since you lost
‘that money,’ as you call it, and during
that time you have not let your friends
see you, but did you think there were
none who would recognize your
thoughts in what you have written?”
“I hoped you would recognize them
be said, ‘‘and in that thought I dipped
my pen.”
Miss Pim's joy was supreme.
“I just sat there,” she said, “and
looked at the two beautiful things till
I was fairly daft for joy at their happi-
ness. I am sure I was quite daft else
I could never have managed to eat
those horrid s—s—slippery things—
which Alexia put into my plate. I
am sure of this, for I have never eaten
them since, and never shall, I hope.”
Times have changed tor Miss Pim
since that night, however, if she has
never learned to eat raw oysters, and
times have changed for Alexia Brain
and Adam Croft, too.
“I should never have had the cour-
age to speak if you had not come to
Miss Pim’s oyster supper, Alex, dear,”
he always says, and she answers coa-
fidently : “Then I should have died,
Adam dear.” And Miss Pim, at least,
believes it.— Phila. Times.
The Best Coal to Buy.
There is Economy in Using the Right Kind— How
to Tell it.
When coal is the fuel of the house-
hold there is less care in getting the
winter supply, writes Maria Parloa in a
valuable article on “Opening the win-
ter Home’ in the September Ladies
Home Journal.
Still, there are many things to consid-
er. Coal is a mineralized vegetation, of
which there are many varieties. The
two kinds must in use are anthracite
and bituminous. The anthracite is the
most thoroughly mineralized of all var-
ities, and burns without flame. Good
anthracite will contain upward of 90
per cent of carbon. It will be hard,
brittle, black, and lustrous. Coal that
bas a brownish, dull look, and that will
scale off, will be unsatisfuctory—not
burning well, nor giving the proper
amount of heat. This is what is termed
slaty coal. There is great waste because
of the large proportion which is not
combustible, and it is unwise to buy at
any price this kind of coal for household
purposes. The anthracite coals are
known by the ashes as white ash or red-
ash coal. The red-ash burns more free-
ly than the other, leaving but fow cin-
ders. Ifthe chimneys do not have a
good draught the red-ash is desirable ;
or white and red may be mixed, as one
would soft and hard wood. The red
ash is always the more expensive, If
the furnace hasa good draught buy
large coal, but if the draught is poor use
a smaller coal, or some fine with the
regular furnace coal.
The coal for the cookstove should be
rather fine. Grates and heating-stove
will take coal of larger size ; but as it is
not always convenient to get these sizes
consider the cooking-range before the
stoves or the grates. Soft coal breaks so
easily that the size in which it is deliv-
ered to the housekeeper does not make
so much difference ; still, it should not
be in such large pieces that it will be
necessary to break them.
mm —
Ho w Edison Took Up Electricity.
“Now that you have left electricity,
how did you first come to enter it?”
“I will tell you. It was by a peculiar
incident. I was selling papers on a
train running out of Detroit. The news
of the great battle of Shiloh. 60,000
killed and wounded, came in one night.
I knew the telegraph operator at De-
troit,and I went to him and made a
trade.
“I promised him Harper’s Monthly
and the New York Tribune regularly if
he would send out little dispatches
along the line and have them posted up
publicly. Then I went to the Free
Press ard took 400 copies. That emp-
tied my treasury. I wanted 200 more.
They sent me up to the editor. It was
Wilbur Storey, a dark looking man. I
managed to get up to his desk and
made a strong plea. He listened and
then yelled out, ‘Give this arab 200
papers.” I took 600 papers out. I was
taken off my feet when we reached the
first little station. The depot was
crowded with men wanting papers.
The next station it was worse, and I
raised the price of the paper to 10 cents.
At the third station there © was a mob,
and I sold out, with papers going at 25
cents apiece. jd
“Well, doyou know, that episode
impressed me that telegraphy was a
great thing and I went into it. Teleg-
raphy led to electricity.” — Chicago
Inter Ocean.
——Maude — “Mamma, what is a
stag party ?” Mrs. Veni—“A party
where a lot men get together and stagn-
ate for the lack of ladies, dear.
The Seals Decreasing. i
dn Authority Who Thinks the Arbitration Will
Not Work. i
— |
Colonel Joseph Murray, who for five |
years past has been United States
special agent to the seal islands of St, |
George and St Pzul, came down on the !
steamer Farallone yesterday and is at |
the Palace. The Colonel isa resident
of Colorado. He stumped Indiana for
Harrison and is now going to stump
Ohio for McKinley.
He furnishes interesting information
about the seals and is very outspoken in
his utterances regarding the steady de-
crease of the seals.
‘They are getting less and less each
year,” he said, “and sealskins are sure
to continue increasing in price. Last
year they sold for $40 dollars apiece in
London. I have had, in the course of
my duties. to ascertain many details in
regard to the seals. I have made sever-
al reports that have been printed at
length by the government, and a book
soon to be issued from the department
has the latest statistics about the seals.
“Two years ago, when I was a gov-
ernment agent and was here, I did not
wish to talk. Now I am out of the
service and do not feel obliged to hold
back anything. You see, I served my
full term under President Harrison and
have just been up to this time starting
in the new agents, that’s all. I’m out
completely now, and am going home.
I have studied the seal life very care.
fully. I was there three years at a time
without once getting out, and in that
time there were only six days that I
saw the sun. I mean by that, six days
that were clear all through, something
like today. The rast were cloudy and
foggy, so much so for months at a time
that everything was obscured and you
could see nothing, even at comparative-
ly short distances. This will give you
an idea how difficult it is to contend
with the poachers. They can come and
go, and the United States vessels stand
little chance of knowing anything about
it.
“The first year I was up there, that is
in 1889, we took 100,000 seals, the full
quota, and it has never been reached
since then. The next year 21,000 were
taken. I refer to the catch of both Ts-
lands. In each of the three following
7,600 were taken, including the present
year. This is under the modus viven-
di.
“I have been there five killing seasons
and have had charge of the killing most
of that time. Sometimes I have been
on one island and sometimes on the oth-
er. My opinion is that the seal herd
will never again be so large that 100,000
seals can be taken in a season so long as
the seals can be hunted by men in the
water.
“There is not one-quarter of the num-
ber of seals on the rookeries that there
were five years ago. I have been on
every rookery on both Islands and
know how they have from year to year
been reduced. This arrangement allow-
ing sealing vessels to hunt the seals 60
miles from the land is all humbug.
They might as well have left the limit
at 3 miles as at 60.
“The fact is, if I had a sealing
schooner and was hunting seals, I
would, as a matter of choice, prefer to
£0 150 miles away, say to the south, and
there I would get far more seals than at
sixty miles. The reason is that the
seals go beyond the sixty-mile point,
and they are nearly all females, too,
which makes it disastrous for the future
of the seals.
“The males do not move about, for
they are thin and poor, but the females
that are heavy with young do. They
go in groups and lie on the ‘rocks and
sleep, and it is easy to kill them. The
females often go 250 miles Statistics
show that they can swim ata wonder-
fully rapid rate—sixty miles an hour.
They may often go 200 miles and back
in two days. This shows how easy it is
for them to become a prey outside of
the sixty-mile limit.
“All that I can see we have got by
settlement of the sealing question is the
aid of England in preventing pelagic
fishing during May, June and July,
and the use of firearms, excepting shot-
guns, which may be used under restric-
tions. Other pelagic hunting must be
by spears The greatest trouble will
continue to exist from the fact that the
females go far beyond the sixty miles,
and, having gorged themselves, fall
asleep or the water, and in this sluggish
condition are easily taken.’
Colonel Murrao says he is glad to get
away from the rookeries after his long
experience in the fogs and clouds. He
will vuly remain here a day or two,
when he will go to hishome at Greeley,
Col., where he settled with the Meeker
colonists in 1872.
em ———
Bismarck No Worse.
Passes His Time Reading Novels and News
papers—The Paralysis Report.
Prince Bismarck’s condition remains
about the same. He passes most of his
time lying upon a couch reading novels
and newspapers. The Prince remarked
to bis physician, Dr. Schweninger, that
the newspapers ought to be very grate-
ful to him for giving them so much
copy in the dull season. Dr. Schwen-
icger is very indignant with the
officials who are attempting to make a
scapegoat of him in connection with
Price Bismarck’s illness.
Many contradictory reports are cur-
rent regarding the condition of the
Prince and the slightest change for the
worse is magnified into a serious condi-
tion. For instance, yesterday it was
stated that the Prince had suffered with
paralysis and that bis right band was
parctically useless. To-day it was aun.
nounced that the paralysis was caused
by the bite of an insect. The Prince
was recently bitten on the neck and the
swelling thus caused extended to the
right arm and hand, rendering it im-
possible for the time being for the
Prince to use that hand. He is now
able to use it. A barber was called in
to-day to shave off the beared the Prince
had grown since his illness.
Court Herbert Bismarck denies the
report published in an English news.
paper that his father had sold his
memoirs to a South German publisher
for 500,000 marks, on the condition that
they shall be published immediately
after his death.
—If you want printing of any de- !
scription the WarcaMAN office is the |
place to have it done. :
A RI TR RFE FTI OYE T IY
For and About Women.
Wisconsin has 8707 women farmers.
The Populists of Leavenworth, Kan.
nominated a lady, Mrs. Eva M. Black-
i man, for Coroner.
The greatest lesson that woman has
yet to learn is to think before she
speaks. All to prevalent in these days
is the spirit of cruel and thoughtless
criticism among women. Thoughtless-
ness of speech has done more to injure
woman than any single element in her
life. Tt bas iaid ber open to the charge
ot being unreliable—and ofttimes justly
so. It has kept from her confidences
that were hers by right ; it bas stood in
the way of her progress: it hes placed
her innumerable times in false positions
it bas judged her as being cold where
she was in reality affectionate ; cruel
where she was gentle. It is the one in-
consistency in woman’s nature that has
baflled many a one anxious to believe in
her. :
Wools are attractive, not so much
by reason of real novelty, as from new
settings and combinations. Hopsacking
takes the lead, perhaps, or at any rate is
very prominent, and in consequence has.
commanded proportionate attention
from manufactures. In the size of
weave 'marked differences are notice-
able, some being close and firm, while
others are characteristically large and
loose, the former, of course, being of
higher grade, not only because wearing
better, but because more readily hand-
led in making, since some varieties are
so loose as perpetually to slip, thus
rendering it difficult to keep seams in
position.
There are still perfectly plain skirtst
and these are much liked by the best-
dressed women. They are usually of
handsome material that need no garni-
ture.
In gowns the tendency is toward very
fanciful bodies and simply trimmed
skirts. The latter are, however, so
elegant in form that any great amount
of decoration would be unnecessary.
One charming model is of navy blue
bengaline, with narrow folds of ‘shaded
red velvet. The waist is a French one,
gathered into a belt of dark red velvet
the collar being of the same material.
The sleeves were the feature of this cos-
tume, being of red silk, covered with
navy blue accordion-plaited chiffon.
The added basques are features of the
newest winter models, and it is certainly
a relief to see something beside the
round waists on the women of fashion.
Such a pretty waist in brown rhadames
bad these added basques in white satin,
edged with overlapping spangles of jet,
The combination of brown, white and
black is very much affected in millinery
and is one that is quite stylish and
elegant.
A little borax or ammonia in water,
just lukewarm, will keep the skin clean
and soft. A little oatmeal mixed with
the water will whiten the hands.
Many people use glycerine on their
hands when they go to bed, wearing
gloves to keep the bedding from being
soiled : but glycerine makes some skins
harsh and red. Such people should
rub their hands with dry oatmeal and
wear gloves in bed.
The best preparation for the hands at
night is white of an egg, with a grain of
alum dissolved in it.
Double-breasted effects appear upon
many of the bodices for autumn and
winter, and this is even carried out in
stylish house dresses, the bodices often
pointed and cut rather low, over a.
guimpe of some contrasting color and
fabric, the wide bretelles or revers partly
covered with ecru guipure lace or left
plain and faced with velvet. Short
double-breasted house jackets also show
among the novelties, these lapping well
to the left side, and finished with hand-
some buttons of good size. These are
made of dark claret red, moss green,
reseda, or black velvet, over an accor-
dion plaited blbuse of silk or sheer wool
that shows at the top above the low-cut
double-breated jacket.
Have you noticed—that antique
combs and jeweled pins are being hunt-
ed up and worn upon all occasions ?
That the really stylish woman is sel-
dom pretty ?
That the dumpiest females wear the
fiattest hats, while their tall sisters
plant upon their heads millinery Eiffel
towers ?
Misses M. Keinston and Carrie L.
Hodson, who arrived in Boston a few
days ago, are newspaper women who
spent the summer riding through ihe
British Isles on bicycles.
The blouse and belted waist are not to
be retired with the close of the summer,
but are to be glorified rather, when
made of Liberty’s soft fabrics and in the
new French accordion pleats that are
large at the top and taper almost to a
point at the end of waist and sleeves,
Many basques have been described, and
to these are added triple basques of three
circular layers, each longer than that
above it, fyet all quite short.
A new, swallow-tail basque that is
pretty and not mannish looking hus two
box pleats falling 18 inches below the
waist in the back, while the front is
round in jacket shape. There is still a
fancy for short jacket waists, many
double breasted fronts, and all having
revers. Broad effects still prevail in
trimmings for waists, and in collarette
shape, falling from a high stock eollar
The white satin stock, much like that
of our ancestors, promises to rival the
simpler black one now worn.
Sleeves have more material in them
than they had last season, but are made
to droop softly from the armhole and
widen below. Mutton-leg sleeves are
cut much wider at the elbow than form-
erly. Deep circular caps are the stylish
trimming for close sleeves, and will be
used in remodelling dresses of past sea-
sons. They may besingle or in pairs,
and are merely a large circle with a hole
cut in the middle for the arm to go
through.
Velvet will be seen everywhere this
fall, and on every possible article of at-
tire—plain, striped, shot, plaited and in
minor effects, reflecting many lights.
Children’s dresses, are trimmed with
narrow. velvet ribbon,