Bellefonte, Pa., Jan. 19, 1894,
How I love to watch the local
Winding around the hill
In the sunrise of the morning,
When the autumn air is still,
And the smoke, like loosened tresses,
Floats away above her back,
And to hear the chuka, chuka,
Chuka, chuka of the stack.
The man who rides these mountains,
Whose fiery steed of steel :
Drinks at nature's flowing fountains,
Must inevitable feel
A divine and peerless painter
Spread the scenes along the track,
While he hears the chuka, chuka,
Chuka, chuka of the stack.
In the solemn hush of midnight,
When his pilot plows the gloom,
From a hundred hills wild roses
Send their subtle, s weet perfume
To the wary, weary watcher
Whose lamps light up the track,
And a hundred hills give back the
Chuka, chuka of the stack.
Oh, how I miss the music
Of the whistle and the bell,
And the drumming of the furnace,
More than any tongue can tell !
And the mighty, massive mogul
Always seems to call me back,
With her chuka, chuka, chuka,
Chaka, chuka, of the stack.
—Cy Warman in New York Sun.
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'MANDY’S ORG'N.
“I wonder,” reflected Mrs. Bentley
“why 'Mandy don’t feed them chick’ns
—tis high time they was fed ! "Mandy!
Hoo-00-hoo ! Hoo-00-00! You'Man-
dy rn
“Yes, maw, what d’ you want ?”’
A girl about 17 years came out the
kitchen door, and stood looking at her
mother with her hands on her comely
hips. Mrs. Bentley wastwenty or more
steps away, and the chickens were
making so much noise she had to raise
her voice to a disagreeable rapid pitch.
‘What'd I want? Why, I want ter
know why you don’t feed them chick-
’ns, missy—that’s what I want! Step
around lively, now, 'n’ don’t forget ’s
Chris'mas Eve, 'n’ a lot 0’ extry work
ter be done. You ac’ ’s if you didn’t
care whether the minister had any-
thing fer dinner to-morrow 'r not !”
“I don’t care,’ said the girl with
sudden emphasis. She came out into
the lane and stood near her mother.
Her apron, gathered up in her left
hand, was full of wheat. With her
right hand she began scattering it on
the hard, ungrassed ground.
“Mebbe you think ’ts fun ter hev
ministers 'n’ their wives ’n’ alot 0’
children ter cook ’'n’ work fer on
Chris’mas,” she said : “but I don’t. I
wish Chris’'mas’ud never come—for all
the good it does us | Maria Quacken-
bush’s paw’s got her a new organ,”
she added, suddenly. A glow of eager-
ness came across her face, but faded
almost instantly.
“Has he ?”’ said Mrs. Bently, stolid-
ly watching the chickens.
WNts got twenty-four stops, maw,’
“What has?”
“The organ Maria’s paw got ’er for
Chris'mas.”
The elder woman shut her lips to-
gether with a kind of grimness.
“I guess it won’t give no better music
than ove with twenty two,” she said.
“No,” said "Mandy, with a sigh of
indifterence. “Oh, maw,” she added,
suddenly with a very passion of long-
ing in hertove ; *“d' you think paw’ll
ever get me’n org'n for Chris'mas !”’
“I don’t know,” replied her mother.
“Looks kind o'like snow, don’t it?
Which o' them pull’ts ’r’ you going ter
kill ter tomorrow 2”
“I do’ know ; any
enough.”
A dall grayness lowered upon the
farm. The wind whistled a litcle as it
came around the corner of the big
barn, and pushed some stray locks of
the girl’s hair across her neck. A
horse came runuing up from the lower
pasture and looked over the tall bars,
neighing and pawing the ground im-
patiently. Far off, down near the river
was the tinkle-inkle-inkle of the cow
bell.
“There comes the cows,” said Mrs.
Bentley sighing unconsciously. It
was a sigh of resignation, however, for
Mrs. Bentley had been a farmers
daughter before she was a farmer’s
wife. “There !"” she exclaimed, in a
mild triumph, as a cock crew: “Didn’t
I tell you it was go’n’ ter storm. You
can tell it by the mournful sound o’
thet rcoster’s voice, Oh, say, "Mandy,
Dick Underwood got home last week
from town ter spend Chris’'mas 'n’ New
Year. I just heard it while you was
out gether’'n punns!”
“I knowed it yesterday,” said the
girl. She did not stir or lift her eyes,
but a faint color came into her face
and a pulse ia her throat began to beat
quickly.
Her mother gave her a keen, search-
ing look.
I guess he'll most likely be going
ter Maria's ter-morrow, a seein’ her
new organ,” she said, looking away.
“Yes, I guess,’ eaid the girl. After
a moment's hesitation, she added:
“Maria’s maw got ‘er ’offul pretty
new dress.”
“Did she?” with a look of
terest. “What's it like ?”
“T's a sort o’ brown ’n’ gold stripe—
camel's hair. T's offul pretty,” add-
ed the girl, with a kind of bitter reluc-
tance.
Mrs. Bentley wasawed into silence
for a moment in contemplation of
Maria's splendor; then she gave a
little snift of contempt.
“Well, I don’t sce where them
Quackenbush’s git go much money ter
spend on foolishness ! They got just
thesame fer their pertatos’s we did,
’n’ they did’t have no bigger crop, I
know. ’'N’ they ain’t sold their hogs
yet. It beats me where they git their
money ter pay ter things!”
“She's got a pair o' gloves ter match,
too.”
“Lan' sakes ! Just's if that pairo’
gray ones she got 'n the spring wasn’t
good enough! It beats me. Well,
there's one thing mighty sure. They
of ’em’s fat
in-
needn't any of 'em think she’s go’n ter |
look better ’n all her finery than you'll
look ’'n that peacock blue
our’'n in
“Tis 's old ’e the hills,” said the
girl. Her lips quivered, and there was
an undertone of tears in her voice. Her
| mother looked at her in mute sympa-
thy.
Maria Quakenbush ain’t got such
figger 's your'n,” she said, after a little
taking stock of the girl's good points;
“nor no such hair, 'n’ she don’t know |
how ter do 't like you. Idon’t sup:
pose he'll take a notion to her.”
“Who will?’ There was a con-
scious look on the girl's face.
“Dick Underwood.”
“Who's a-carin’ whether he does 'r
pot 7 exclaimed ‘Mandy, with an ex-
aggerated affectation of scorn and in-
difference that but poorly concealed
the deep burt ber mother’s words had
given. “He's welcome to, ’'f he wants
to! Nobody ’ll hender ‘im, I
guess.”
“Hev you got them chick’ns fed 2”
“Yes, She took the last grains of
wheat from her apron. Her face was
flushed, and tears were very close to
her eyes now.
As she turned toward the house,
there was a clatter of unevenly gallop
ing horses on the winter ground and
up to the gate dashed Maria Quacken-
bush and Dick Underwood, laughing
noisily, and with a great deal of color
in their faces, as if they had been rid-
ing recklessly. ;
“Whoa I” cried Maria, with spirit.
“Whoa, Itell you! Hello, ‘Mandy !
How do you do, Mis Bentley! Guess
my hair is down my back, ain’t it?
My! Imustbe a sight! But when
you git this horse warmed up, you
can’t go slow on him!” .
“Won't you git down 'n’ come in ?’
asked Mrs. Bentley, with cold and un-
mistakable disapproval. ‘How do
you do, Mr. Underwood ? My! how
you have changed! Mandy !”
Mandy came to the gate, blushing
and looking rather shy and awkward.
Thejyoung man jumped off his horse
and shook hands with her through the
gate.
“I've only changed in looks,” he
said, with shining eyes. ‘No, we
can’t come in to-night. We promised
Mrs. Quackenbush we'd be back early
to supper.”
“We're go'n’ ter hev some music 'n’
mn” “I've
sign 'n’,” said Maria loftily.
got a new org'n fer Chris'mas,
'Mandy:"
“Yes, I heard,” said "Mandy taintly.
“Got twenty-four stops 'n’ two knee
swells—a loud 'n’ a soft. 'T’s got a
high back, 'n’ places fer lamps ’n’
vases. Can’t you come over ter
night ?
“No, I guess not,” said the girl.
The color had left her face, and she
was looking pale.
“No,” said Mre. Bentley, with a
hard look in her eves, “she’ll hev ter
do all the work ter-night. I'm a-goin
ter town.”
“Why maw!” exclaimed Manda,
in amazement. ‘“R’ you, honest?
What you go’n, fur?”
“Im a-go'n’ ter git things fer dinner
ter-morrow. I'm all out.”
She began drumming with her
coarse red fingers on the gate. There
was a look of sudden resolution—al
most stubborness—on her face, and a
cold glitter, like steel, io her eyes—
especially when she looked at Maria.
“I wish you c¢'u’d come,” said that
young lady, airily, to Mandy, flicking
her horse's ears with her whip; I've
got lots ter tell you’—simpering—
49n? just piles ter show you. I've got
a new dress that'll make your mouth
water |”
“Hugh !"” sniffed Mrs. Bentley, toss:
ing her head contemptuously.
“7 brown ’'n’ gold camel's hair—
offal fine—'n’ it cost a dollar'n’-a-
quarter a yard,”
“Hez your paw sold his hawgs yet ?”
asked Mrs. Bently, with a sudden and
warning significancy. But evidently
vothing could shake Maria's self satis
faction to-day. She returned with
placidity Mrs. Bentley's intense gaze.
“I do’ know,” she replied lightly.
“N I've got a pair o’ gloves ter match,
"Mandy. Guess you better come, after
all. Well, we'll have ter be go’n, Mr.
Underwood’’—she gave him a decide-
ly and boldly coquettish glance, where-
at poor "Mandy turned paler and Mrs.
Bentley's face assumed a fairly pur-
plish tinge—**'r we'll be late. Good-
by ! Hope you'll hey a good time ter-
morrow."
“Good-night,” said the young man,
with a lingering look at the pale,
pretty face and wide, hurt eyes. “I
wish vou a very happy Christmas !”
“Good-night,” said ’Mandy, with a
poor smile that was hardly a smileat
all.” ?
“Now, you go right 'n the house 'n,
do up all the work, '"Mandy,’’ said Mrs
Bently, taking up a slop pail and walk-
ing with quick, resolute strides. Every
step seemed to say, ‘I've made up
my mind!” “You tell Peter ter
hitch Dock 'n’ Charley ter the spring
wag'n while I'm dress’a’, 'N’ you
hurry up, too, so’s I can git off before
your paw gets back. 1 won’t git home
to-night ; I'll. put up at Mis’ Hantleys'.
Hurry up!”
Two occupied with her own reflec
tions to give more than a passing
thought to her mother’s sudden resolu-
tion, and eager to get her pale face
away from those solicitous eyes,
"Mandy gladly obeyed.
Twenty minutes later Mrs. Bentley
came from the house, dressed for town,
and crossed the lane to the barn.
“I'll show them Quackenbush's 'f
they can walk over my girl :” she was
saying. Her lips were shut firmly
together, and there was an ominous
look in her eyes. ‘’Mandy’s paw ’ll
never git stirred up ter the pitch 0’
gitt'n'n org'n; 'n’ what's the sence 0’
keep'n that huudred dollars ter bury
myself with ? Gess I'll git buried de-
cent somehow. ’'N’ then a ’ticin Dick
Underwood down there on the strength
'o new org’'n 'n a new dress!” Her
tone was bitter now indeed. 1'll show
‘em I"
She climbed into the wagon over the
front wheel, and took up the reins with
decision.
0’
“Git up,” she said, not to be trifled
with.
As she passed the kitchen, she look
ed in, but "Mandy was not insight. The
ominous look deepened on the mother’s
face. **I'il show ’em,” she muttered
again, The wind whistled around the
corner and brought with it the first
flurry of enow.
The ground was white when Mr.
Bentley drove with a flourish of triumph
into the barn-yard. ’'Mandy ran out
bareheaded. She wasetill pale; and
her eyes looked as if she had not
slept.
“On, maw 1” she cried ; “what you
got there?”
“Stop holler’n’,” said her mother,
grimly. “Ts a new org’n fer you—'n’
‘ts got twenty eight stops ’n’ three
kneeswells |”
“Oh, mawl” exclaimed ’Mandy,
completely overcome. Then—*You're
a-holler’n’ yourselt I" Say, maw, what's
the third swell fur ?’”.
“J don’t know what ’ts fur, but ts
there. 'N’ I guess I can holler ’f I
want to, because I've showed ’em!
'N’ I've got a dress that cost a dollar
'w’ a half a yard, 'n’ t¥o pairs o’ gloves
ter match !”
“Oh, maw!” gasped Mandy,
“you're a-holler'n’ offul I”
#'N’ Dick Underwood told me he
was com’n’ ter stay fer dinner, 'n’
epend the evenin’ to see the new
org.n. ’'N’he asked me’f I thought
you liked him like you uster, 'n
like he lkes you. So ff 1
ain’t showed them Quackenbushes,
Missy, I'd like to know who has!
'N’ I can holler ’f IT want to.”’—From
Romance.
For Tired Feet.
Walking heats the feet, standing
causes them to swell and both are tire-
some and exhaustive when prolonged.
There are various kinds of foot baths ;
authorities differ as their value. Hot
water enlarges the feet by drawing the
blood to them ; when used they should
be rubbed or exercised before attempt-
ing to puton a tight boot. Mus-
tard and hot water in a foot bath will
sidetrack a fever if taken in time, cure
a nervous headache and induce sleep.
Bunions and corns and callousness are
nature's protection against bad shoe
leather. Two hot foot baths a week
and a little pedicuring will remove the
cause of much discomfort.
A warm bath with an ounce of sea
galt is almost as restful as a nap. Pad-
dle in the water until it cools dry with
a rough towel, put on fresh stockings,
have a change of shoes, and the wo-
man who was “ready to drop” will
have a very good understanding in ten
minutes. The quickest relief from fa-
tigue is to plunge the foot in ice cold
water and keep it immersed until there
is a sensation of warmth. Another
tonic for the sole is a handful of alco
hol. This is a sure way of drying the
feet after being out in the storm. Spirit
baths are used by professional dancers,
acrobats, and pedestrians to keep the
feet in condition.
Oranges Nipped.
A Damaging Frost Strikes the Famous Citrus
Belt of California.
Los ANGELES, Jan. 8.— The long
dreaded freezz came last night, with
disastrous results to the orange groves
throughout Citrus, the belt of the
southern part of the State. The mer-
cury fell 8° below the freezing point,
which is one degree lower than it
reached during the cold snap of 1891,
when it was estimated that two thirds
of the entire orange crop of Calitornia
was ruined. To-day some of the grow-
ers declare that the loss will be as
heavy as it was two years ago. Oth-
ers expressed the beliet that only a
quarter of the crop had been injured.
The lemon crop has suffered very
severely. Advices from points through:
out the Citrus belt show that, although
the freeze was general, the extremely
low temperature was reached only in
exposed places and along depressions
in the soil. It is estimated that pot
more than 1 per cent of oranges will
show the effects of the frost. The
weather has modified here, and it is
thought there is no danger of farther
freezing.
A True Celt Was She.
An old woman of undeniable Celtic
origin entered a downtown savings
bank the other day, and walked up to
the desk.
“Do you want to draw or deposit ?”
asked the gentlemanly clerk.
“Naw, 1 doan’t. Oi wants ter put
some in,” was the reply.
The clerk pushed up the book for
her signature, and, indicationg the
place, said, “Sign on this line, please.”
“Above it or below it?”
“Just above it?”
“Me whole name ?”’
“Yes.”
“Before Oi was married ?”
“No, just as it is now.”
“Oi can’t write.”—Boston Transcript.
Effusive Hospital.
“Yes,” said Orris Stuffyknees, ‘“me-
selt and me little band ot players were
received with extrawdin’ry hospitality
during our recent tour.”
“Indeed.”
“Yes. I shall nevaw forget one oc-
casion when various persons in
the audience actually went so far as to
bring food from their own homes, and
present it to us over the footlights. It
was done, too, with an enthusiasm
which so embarrassed us tbat we left
the stage.” — Washington Star.
Household Hints.
To prevent lamp globes from being
broken by dratts or accidental spring:
lingefput on the stove in cold water
aud let slowly come to a boil,
To clean rust or other stains from
the inside of decanters, cruets, or other
slender necked glass vessels slice a po-
tato and use as you would shot grains,
The Story Of Two Slaves.
How Harriet Hayden Came to Leave $3,000 to
Harvard College.
The death ot Harriet Hayden, widow
of the late Lewis Hayden, last month,
says the Boston Transcript, breaks an-
other link in the chain which now so
lightly binds the happy present to the
mournful past.
The Haydens, father, wife, and child,
were born slaves in Kentucky. Our
thoughts involuntarily go back to that
eventful evening some sixty years avo,
when the young slave mother handed
from the window her baby boy into the
arms of the father, and then quickly
joining him began her flight to Canada.
The fugitives were conveyed across the
Ohio River by Calvin Fairbanks,a he-
roic man now in his seventy-seventh
year. Fairbanks was arrested, convic-
ted, flogged, and jailed. The Haydens
headed towards Oberlin. Their route
was anticipated by their pursuers, who
awaited their arrival. The good people
of Oberlin, however, gave timely warn-
ing. Their course, therefore, was chang-
ed to Sandusky City, where the Quak-
ers cared for them until they could get
across the lake into Canada. Here, at
last, they were free.
The Haydens were not only coura-
geous, they were sagacious, honest, and
capable. Their immediate work was
to establish a school for colored people;
the next was to build the brick church
of the Colored Methodist Society, which
now stands in the city of Detroit. Lewis
Hayden then for two years preached the
gospel of anti slavery. He paid $650 to
certain slaveholders in Kentucky, for
which sum they released his friend Cal-
vin Fairbanks. Next he was engaged
in stirring up a slave insurrection in
Louisiana. He was arrested in Boston
and tried for forcible entrance into the
Court House and taking therefrom and
conveying the fugitive slave, Shadrach,
to a place of safety. When Johan
Brown struck the blow at Harper's
Ferry which foretold the emancipation
of the slaves, Hayden played the part
assigned to him to the perfect satisfaction
of the old hero.
The home of the Haydens, the now
historic house No. 66 Philips street, of
Boston, was the rendezvous of fugitive
slaves. When William and Ellen
Crafts took refuge there, a keg of pow-
der ready for explosion was at hand.
No wonder that such a man and such a
woman were the intimates of Garrison
and Philips, Sumner and Wilson, Par-
ker and Andrew, of Robert Shaw and
John Brown!
In 1868 Governor Andrew obtained
permission to recruit citzens of African
descent into regiments to be commanded
exclusively by white officers. The Gov-
ernor counselled with certain leading
colored men: of Boston. He put the
question, “Will your people enlist in
my regiments?’ “They will not,” was
the reply of all but Hayden. ‘We have
no objection to white officers but our
self respect demands that compstent col-
ored men shall be at least eligible to
promotion.”
I am not prepared to say that the dis-
crimination caused no feeling of indig-
nant protest to pass through the mind
of Lewis Hayden, but this I do know—
that no word of discouragement escaped
his lips. His unerring judgment saw
that it was better to make a beginning ;
that white officers could better protect
the colored men against the indignities
to be expected from the white regiments
of the Union army, and that when the
colored soldiers had once been tested in
the field, this unworthy prejudice would
be measurably a thing of the past. He
was right.
The Haydens had a sympathetic word
for temperance work, the rights of wom-
en, and every worthy reform. And yet
while endeavoring to right some new
wrong, they did not find it necessary to
abandon or to betray the unfinished
work of their lives. Just as Lewis
helped to heave the beam that broke
down the Court House door, and let free
Shadrach, the slave, so to their last days
he and his wife impelled the battering
ram of thought and reason against the
walls of prejudice which still shut out
the negro from those political rights
which are his by the verdict of war, by
every law of fair play and of justice.
And now the crowning act of Harriet
Hayden's life remains to be told. Her
son, an only child, died long ago in the
service of the United States under Far-
ragut. She has bequeathed her estate
valued at some $4,000 or $5,000, to
Harvard College to found a scholarship
for the benefit of poor and deserving col-
ored students. By the terms of the will
a medical student is to be preferred.
Harvard College endowed by an old
slave woman from Kentucky is food for
reflection. A race that can evolve from
such hard conditions a product so fine
as Lewis and Harriet Hayden need not
despair to reach any level as yet attain-
ed by more favored people.
First Tour to Florida via Pennsylvania
Railroad.
This year’s series of Pennsylvanie-
Railroad tours to the land of sunshine
and flowers will be inaugurated on Jan-
uary 30th, when a luxurious special
train, composed entirely of Pullman
sleeping and dining cars, will leave
New York at 9.30, Trenton 11.08 A.
M., Philadelphia 12.10, Wilmington
12.50 P. M., and thence via the most
direct route to the destination point—-
Jacksonville. At this latter place the
tourists are left to follow their own in-
clination as to where they shall spend
the two weeks allotted to them. The
great number of side trips that are
available renders a selection from which
a choice may be made to suit the desires
of the most exacting. The unsurpassed
climate according with the cloudless,
azure-blue sky throughout the immense
confines of the State, and the healthful
effects to be enjoyed by a sojourn with-
in its borders are sure to be appprecia-
ted by the strong as well as the feeble,
in whatever direction they are prompt-
ed."
$50 from New York, $48 from Phila-
delphia, and proportionate rates from
intermediate on contiguous points with-
in a generous radius are made on the
most liberal basis, and include railroad
fare, sleeping accommodations, and
meals en route in both directions while
on the special train.
The remaining dates of the series are
February 13th and 27th, and March
13th and 27th.
wan.
Raphael In Rome.
A Comparison Between Raphael's Work and
That of Michael Angelo.
It was in his twenty fifth year that
' Raphael came to the city of the popes,
Michael Angelo being already in high
favor there. For the remaining years
of his life he paces the same streets
with that grim artist, who was so great
a contrast with himseif, and for the
first time bis attitude toward a gift
different trom his own is not that of a
acholar, but that of a rival.
It be did not become the scholar of
Michael Angelo it would be difficult,
on the other hand, to trace anywhere
in Michael Angelo’s work the counter
influence usual with those who had in-
fluenced him. It was as if he desired
to add to the strength ot Michael An-
gelo that sweetness which a first sight
seems to be wanting there. Ex-forti-
dulcedo; and in the study of Michael
Angelo certainly it is enjoyable to
detect, if we may, sweet savors amid
the wonderful strength, the strange-
ness and potency of what be pours
forth for us; with Raphael, converse-
ly, something of a relief to find in the
suavity of that so softly moving, tune-
ful existence, an assertion of strength,
There was the promise of it, as you
remember, in his very look as he saw
himself at eighteen ; and you know
that the lesson, the prophecy of those
holy women and children he has made
his own, is that, “the meek shall pos-
sess.
So, when we eee him at Rome at last
in that atmosphere of greatness, of
the strong, he, too, is found putting
forth strength, adding that element in
due proportion to the mere sweetness
and charm of his genius ; yet a sort of
strength, after all, still congruous
with the line of development that
genius has hitherto taken, the special
strenth of the scholar and his proper
reward, a purely cerebral strength—
the strength, the power of an immense
understanding.— Fortnightly Reveiw.
The Fire Isiand Light. ’
Some Improvements Which Will Make It the
Greatest of its Kind.
The preseat flash light at Fire Isl:
and is to be changed by the substitu-
tion of an electric light, the new light
to have a strength of about 240,000,-
000 candlepower. This will, eays the
Electrical Review, make it by far the
most powerful light ever placed in a
lighthouse tower. Oue of the largest
lenses ever constructed has been re-
cently purchased from France, and will
be brought from Chicago, where it was
on exhibition during the Fair.
This leas is over 9 feet in diameter.
The present light at Fire Island flash-
es at minute intervals, each flash be-
ing of five secouds’ duration. The
flashes will come with the rapidity of
lightning, and will be so quick that
bearings can be easily taken during in-
tervals. The old light is visible under
favorable conditions about 18 miles
but it is estimated that the powerful
electric rays will be discernible fully 24
miles under similar conditions. By
the aid of the new lens the light will
be thrown on the heavens, and its re-
flection will be seen with ease by ves-
sels approaching 100 milesaway. The
only light in existence which will ap-
proach it in power 1s the one off Harve,
France, which can be seen reflected on
the heavens 60 miles at sea. Its can-
dle poweris about 130,000,000. The
great advantage of the new light will
be its power to penetrate a fog. Or-
dinarily oil lights can be seen a short
distance only, but it is believed the
new light at Fire Island will pierce the
fogs and be visible 10 miles at sea.
Taylor’ Preparation For Buena Vista
“I refer to Zachary Taylor whose re-
cord in the Mexican war was some-
thing phenomenal. He fought the
battle of Buena Vista with only 5,000
men, although he was attacked by
25000, men under the leadership
of Santa Ana, who was the greatest
military leader the Mexican people
have ever knewn. Santa Ana went to
the battle of Buena Vista with the
avowed purpose of exterminating the
entire army of the United States, and
there was no doubt in the mind of
Santa Ana that this great feat could be
accomplished with comparative ease.
General Taylor, with his 5,000 men,
prepared for the unequal contest and
not only defended himself successfully,
but won a substantial victory from his
aggressive antagonists and drove them
from the battlefield of Buena Vista.
“Some time after the battle was
fought and the Mexican war con:
cluded, General Taylor was criticized
for having made no preparations for
the retreat of his army in the event of
defeat. General Taylor promptly re.
plied : “I made every preparation
necessary for the battle of Buena
Vista. I wrote my will and so did
nearly every man in my army. If we
had not won that battle we would
bave needed no lines of retreat. It
was from our standpoiut, victory or
annihilation. The only preparation
necessary for the contingency of defeat
at Buena Vista was that we should
write our wills.”
While the California Midwinter
Fair, in Golden Gate Park, San Fran-
cisco, was informally opened on New
Year's Day, according to schedule, the
formal and official opening will not
occur until about the 20th of this
month. The fair has so far outgrown
the original plans that its area has
been increased from 40 to 100 acres.
The slow arrival of the exhibits has
been one cause of the delay in opening
but by the last week of the month the
exhibition is to appear in perfected
splendor and magnificence.
A ———
——The smallest bird in the world
ig the “fly eater” of Cuba. It is one-
third the size of the humming bird.
——Vermont and Connecticut coined
coppers in 1785. New Jersey and
Massachusetts did the same in 1786.
PH OA a EL NB a i A BD A ER CI A eR
For and About Women.
Oh, why should a woman go forth to work,
And sink some an that she may swim ?
Let us rather sit down with the wise, calm
Turk,
And dream of a not impossible Him !
Women who sit with their legs crcss-
ed, to sew or read, or to hold the baby,
are not aware that they are inviting
serious physical ailments, but it is true
nevertheless. When a man crosses his
iegs he places the ankle ot one limb.
across the knee of the other, and rests it.
hghtly there. A woman, more modest,
and restricted 1n ber movements, rests
the entire weight of one limb on the up-
per part of the other, and this pressure
upon the sensitive nerves and cords, if
indulged in for continued lengths of
time, as is often done by ladies who sew
or embroider, will produce disease.
Sciatica, neuralgia and other serious
troubles frequently result from this sima
plecause. The muscles and nerves in
i the upper portion of a woman’s leg are
extremely sensitive, and much of her
whole physical structure can become de-
ranged if they are overtasked in the
manner referred to.
A traveling costume designed for an
Easter bride is of reddish cedar brown
camel’s bair. The cout has a full back
and the fronts open over a close fitting
vest of sage green bengaline striped
with brown velour. Thereis an over-
skirt, of course, draped to one side and
showing a cimulated under one of
brown velvet. The coat back appears
to be the mode in the designs for spring
and summer and certainly it is much
more becoming to the figure than the
all around basque that has become de-
cidedly tiresome,
Another gown of Havana brown
broadcloth and corduroy in the same
shade. The circular skirt of cloth lined
with silk bad five rows of machine
stitching around the broad hem. The
Continental coat was of brown cordu-
roy lined with yellow silk. It was
double breasted, buttoned with antique
silver buttons. The revers were edged
with a narrow piping of yellow velvet.
The collar was of yellow velvet, the
chemisette of ecru lace laid in ruffles
over yellow silk. The gigot sleeves had
a narrow piping of yellow velvet asa
finish. The brown felt hat had its brim
split in front, and rolled back into an
Alsatian bow of brown velvet with a
bit of ecru lace mixed in.
Beauty HiINTS..—Many ladies are
troubled with dandruff, a simple reme-
dy is a teaspoonful of borax dissolved in
a cupful of water. Brush the hair
thoroughly before applying the solution
to the scalp.
To the subscriber who wishes a
remedy for hair that is brittle and falls
out I would recommend to pour a gal-
lon of cold rain water to one ounce of
sulphur and an ounce of sugar of lead.
Let it stand, covered carefully, for a
week, stirring occasionally : strain it
off; and wash the hair with it every day
and when dry brush with a stiff brush.
The cost of this is but 10 cents a gallon,
and my experience has been an entire
cure of these evils. The sugar of lead
is poisonous, so keep where no animal
can drink it.
Dry sulphur rubbed into the pores of
the face at night is an excellent remedy
for annoying irritations.
An excellent whitener and softener of
the hands for occasional use is made of
two tablespoonfuls of lemon juice, one
of glycerine, one of colorless almond oil
and a few drops of the triple extract of
violet.
A wash for the facs said to prevent
wrinkles, is 200 grains of ruse water, fif-
ty grains of almond cream and five
grains of the sulphate of alam. Dis.
solve, filter and bottle for use.
A clever woman, whose home is very
artistic, although inexpensively furnish-
ed, has recently made a pair of exqui-
site portieres. For this parpose she
utilized some old rose silk curtains,
which were purchased at an auction,
and some old lace draperies. The silk
when turned was found to be fresh and
rich in color. After laundering the old
lace the maker cut out the heavy fig-
ures in the pattern and appliqued them
on the silk, after gracefully arranging
them on that fabric. Theresult was a
pair of beautiful portieres at a slight
outlay.
The fancy for separate house waists
continues, and they are already being
made of velvet to be worn in the early
spring with gored woolen skirts requir-
ing merely a light cape to transform
the gown into a street costume.
It isa trifle surprising to read that
there are 700 women practicing medi-
cine in the Russian Empire, that others
occupy important positions in hospitals
and workhouses, in educational estab-
lishments, factories and government in-
stitutions, while others hold appoint-
ments in the service of municipal bod-
1es. The remuneration is from $1,000
a year downward. In private practice
there is one women who makes about
$9,000 a year, but the average income is
$1,500.
Every woman should keep a box
ot charcoal tablets in her room and
take a tablet once a day whenever the
complexion begins to get a little dingy.
For the very swell bridesmaid is a
gown of cream Roman satin, with light
blue velvet shoulder capes in the style of
Charles I. daintily finishing the shoul-
ders of the waist.
Many of the Joveliest tea gowns are
made of white silk. They are piquant.
ly short waisted and show long stole
ends that fall in an unbroken line from
the shoulder to the feet. Beaver seems
to be the popular garniture for these
robes.
There is a story to those calico prints
of cats and dogs and rabbits which,
sewed together and stuffed with cotton
serve as admirable toys for small chil-
dren. The idea of such a toy occurred
to a woman, and she tried vainly to
convince several calico printers that the
thing would be profitable. She found,
at length, a manufacturer who was will-
ing to undertake the experiment of
printing her toys, ahd he has since paid
her many thousand dollars in royalties
upon the patent.