Bellefonte, Pa., March 9, 1894,
EE EE EET.
WE LOVE BUT FEW.
Oh, yes, we mean all kind words that we say
To old friends and to new,
Yet doth this truth grow clearer day by day:—
We love but few.
We love! we love! What easy words to say,
And sweet to hear,
‘When sunrises splendor brightens all the way,
nd, far and near.
Are breath of flowers and caroling of birds,
And bells that chime ;
Our hearts are light; we do not weigh our
words
At morning time!
But when the matin music all is hushed,
And live’s great load
Doth Weigh us down, and thick with dust
th grow the road.
Then do we say less often that we love,
The words have grown!
With pleading eyes we look to Christ above
And clasp our own.
Their lives are bound to ours by mighty hands
No mortal straight,
Nor death itself, with its prevailing hands,
Can separate.
The world is wide, and many names ave dear,
And friendship true ;
Yes 0 these words read plainer, year by year,
We love but few.
ERAS
MY SON ABSALOM.
BY JUDITH LAIRD.
It had been a gray day, with low-
hanging clouds threatening rain, and
with the evening came the storm : the
black clouds drove rapidly over the
face of the sky, the wind howled down
the almost deserted streets, rattling the
doors and windows of the houses as it
passed, and bending and twisting the
trees in its strength.
A few belated pedestrains could be
seen now and thes as for an instant
they stood in the faint patches of light
cast on the wet pavements by the flar-
ing street lamps, holding tightly on to
their glistening umbrellas; but they
were immediately lost to sight again,
ewallowed up in the darkness and
storm beyond, and the rain came down
heavily.
In the heart and centre of the storm
rose the tall, blank walls of the jail,
perfectly dark, with the exception of a
round window high up in the wall,
from which a bright light shone like a
‘Cyclopean eye lacking out into the
night with a red, unwinkiug stare;
and had anyone listened carefully they
could have heard the faint tapping of
a carpenter's hammer putting the fin-
ishing touches to the gallows on
which, next day, Edward Garth was to
be hanged. It was a ghastly accom:
paniment to the storm outside—and
the mother of the man wondered how
she would live out the night.
She had dumbly shaken her head to
the kind friends who had proffered
their help ; she could not speak, her
throat felt so dry and hot and their
comfort was so far from her needs;
and going in she had shut the door on
the world, and now alone in her room
she was face to face with her terrible
trouble, knowing fall well that to-night
she would be ground, as it were, be-
tween the upper and nether millstones,
and the blood of her soul would flow
like wine,
During the long trial she had been
upheld by hope ; perhaps there would
be a disagreement, perbaps even an
acquittal ; and after those avenues of
"escape had been clesed how feverishly
she bad looked for a pardon. But it
never came ; she knew now that it
mever would come; and there was
nothing to hope or look for any more,
Yhe dread certainty was all that was
eft.
How she had ever passed the time
intervening between the verdict and
now she could net remember. Day
had merged into night and night
melted into day—it wae like some hid-
eous dream—but ever before ber eyes
was that advancing horror that tomor-
row was to become a reality. She
clung to the arms of the chair, she was
shaking so, her teeth chattered togeth-
er with a sharp, clicking souud, she
felt bruised aud tortured, her head
turned restlessly from side to side. The
land marks of her life were drifting
away from her and with them all her
old habits of thought and action. The
endurance of the past few months was
rapidly giving way.
Mechanically she turned the leaves
of the little worn Bible that lay on her
lap ; she tried to read, but the words
conveyed no meaning to the over
wroughtbrain. She would try again ;
her sight had failed singularly of late ;
perhaps she had not seen the words
correctly ; and holding the book up
“close to her eyes—poor eyes, so dim-
med with pain and weeping |—she
read the words aloud with the painful
precision of a little child : ‘Bow
down thine ear, O Lord, hear me, for I
am poor and needy ;”’ but it was of no
use, she couldn’t understand, she did
n3t even hear ; and the book dropped
from the nerveless bands while the
slow tears ran helplessly down the
white face. She had had a hard day ;
she was tired, very tired ; the sharp
edge of her sorrow was growing blunt-
ed ; it almost seemed as though she
did not care any longer. How white
and thin her bands had grown! Yes,
she was very tired ; her head dropped
to one side, she was fast sinking into
a lethargy, her eyes had a glazed va-
cant look—no, she did not care any
more ; she had a dull sense of relief
that the pain had ceased—and the
night sped on apace.
Suddenly in another part of the
house a clock struck two : at the first
stroke her head lifted with a sharp
jerk, her neck craning forward, and as
the last reverberation of sound died out
on the still air she rose to her feet, the
Bible slipping unheeded from her lap,
her body taunt and strung like the
string to a bow, and high and clear and
strong her voice rang through the
room with a questioning, imperative
note, “My God, my God, only nine hours
more to live she wasagain, keenlyso
every nerve and vein in her body throb-
bed and ached, the blood flowed heav-
ily through her arteries, making a
on the shoulder and told her there were
only ten minutes more.
Who is to tell the agony of those
last few minutes, into which was
crowded so much of longing and pain.
How they tried to speak, and failed
again and again. ‘Mother, mother,
can you ever forgive me?” but she
hushed him up in her arms, a world of
mother love in her sad, unfathomable
eyes. And they knelt together while
she prayed that God would forgive
them and strengthen them ; and then
standing they looked into each other's
faces for the last time on earth.
“Pray for me to the end,” he sobbed.
“Yes, to the end,” she said, and with
one last kiss she was gone, with never
a cry or a moan, brave to the last
Qutside she pulled down her veil.and
stood and waited until she thought he
was on the platform, then gathering
her veil more closely around her, and
holding her watch in her hand she
walked a few steps down the street,
her lips moving in prayer.
At the supreme moment, she stood
perfectly still, the cold perspiration
came out in great drops on her face,
her eyes were black with pain, her
breath came in sickening short gasps.
What cared she for the curious
glances of the passers-by? a part of
her body was dying then. Her poor
lips still murmured brokenly :
“Have mercy, havemercy !I’’ The min-
ute hand moved slowly but resistly easi-
on 3; she had stood there five minutes
—in all human probability it was over.
“Thank God! thank God !” she said,
and closing her watch moved on, a
grayish pallor setting down on her
face.
whirring sound in her eare—the;
strength of her suffericg was upon ber.
She commenced walking across the
floor wringing her hands and crying
aloud : “Ob, I cannot bearit! M
gon, my son | Would to God that
could suffer in your stead! What have
I done that this trouble should come
upon me, Ob, [ have tried 80 hard to
gee it in the right way—I have tried
go hard to be strong and hopeful ; but
what has it profited me or him ?”
For a moment she stood as if the
forces of her life were suspended, her
breath drawn in her eyes peering hor-
ribly, and a terrible cry came from her
lips, and pressing her hands to her eyes
she started to run as if to leave behind
her some fearful sight. “Why, don’t
they know he is my baby, my own lit-
tle baby—what right have they to hurt
him ? “He is mine—mine!” and she
cronched dowa in a corner in a haunted
way and into her eyes came the look
of an anima? robbed ofits young. “Ab!
the thought of his little body drives me
mad—mad !”’ and she grovelled down
upou the floor with & low, shivering
cry, her arms held before ber with a
pitiful, hungry gesture ; but ehe was
up again, running wildly about the
room, sobbing and moaning under her
breath like a hurt thing. ‘See, God,
don’t I suffer enough, will not this ex-
piate his crime? Ah! I am chok-
ing I" and tearing at the front of her
dress she ran to the window and threw
it wide open, leaning far out, the rain
driving in her face ; but the wind and
the black night frightened her, and
drawing in, she closed the window and
drew the curtains tightly together to
keep out the sounds of the storm. Sud-
denly the train of her thoughts chang-
ed—how was he spending this awful
night 7—and the tender, protecting
mother love was uppermost. *My boy,
my boy, if I only could have stayed
with you! Are you afraid ? I know
how it is, you are lying awake watch-
ing for the coming light through the
bars and you are afraid ; but I could
have held your hands and talked to
you and perhaps you would have for
gotten for a little while ; but they re-
fused me, they wouldn’t let me stay—
me, his own mother 1” and she covered
ber face with her bands and wailed
aloud. “Oh my darling, my darling,
ny heart is broken—broken. Dear
Lord, I won’t complain any more. On-
ly take away this pain, itis too hard
—1I cannot bear, I cannot bear, I can-
not indeed.”
The tall, erect form was bent and
bowed in an instant like that of a very
old woman, and dragging her almost
useless limbs across the room she
knelt down before her chair, hugging
the Bible up close to her breast, and
prayed for her son. “I woo’t ask any-
thing else, dear Lord, only just com-
fort him ; give me all che pain, for I
am strong, quite strong ; but my little
boy—O God1 God!” and the poor
mouth drew down in hard, ught lines.
But she was weakening fast—the
kindly reaction of nature ; gradually
her head fell forward and, slipping
from the chair, she fell face downward
oo the floor, her body stretched out in
its long wanaess of pain, the tense fin-
gers relaxed and still, crushed, beaten,
broken.
But slowly in the hours that follow-
ed there came upon her a great quiet,
and when the chill early light of
morning came filtering: through the
chinks of the curtain it found her sit-
ting still and rigid in the chair, her
head leaning against the high back,
her hands folded on the closed Bible in
her lap. As the light grew stronger
and smote more brightly in her face
ghe sat upright and looked around the
room—sowe way it did not look like
her room any longer, it was changed.
It seemed strange and emptv, as
though something had died there. She
wondered what it was ; she felt vaguely
gorry as if for someone she had known.
The fire in the grate had gone out too
—how dead and soft the gray ashes
look !--she was cold, very cold ; she
rubbed her hands feebly together ; she
would go down stairs and get warm,
and getting up stiffly she moved to the
door and went down the stairs. She
was quite calm now. She stood close
to the fire, her bands spread out over
the grateful warmth. There was no
trace left of last night's travail except
ing her extreme stillness—the pendu-
lum of her life had swung back. It
was getting late, and she had much to
do ; she must try and eat first; she
felt faint and weak from long fasting ;
and sitting down, she drank a cup of
tea and iried to eal a piece of toast,
but somehow itstuck in'ber throat, no
Titer how hard she tried to swal-
ow.
She thought of everything in a kind
of methodical workaday sort of a way.
She ealled in the little girl who helped
her about the house and gave her a
few instructions regarding the work,
and then told her she could go after
they were attended to, she would not
need her for the rest of the day. She
even went into the parlor and pushed
the chairs back against the wall so as
to leave a cleared space in the middle,
and for an instant, as she stood there,
a terrified look came into her eyes, but
she put it quietly away from her, and
going over to the windows elosed the
lower half of the blinds, latching them
securely ; and very calmly still she
went out, closing the door gently.
She stood for a moment in the hall,
thinking—yes, that was all she had to
do ; aud putting on her bat and cloak
she passed out into the street and |
Fakes rapidly in the direction of the |
jail.
She did not even falter as upon enter-
ing the jail, the tall, gaunt form of the
gallows met her eyes; but turning
quickly aside she entered the cell
where her son was watching eagerly
for her coming.
It was pitiful to see how bravely
they tried to keep up before each other; hardly think I shall.”
how, as the minutes grew so fearfully | “Indeed! That will be sodisappoint-
less, they forgot to spesk and sat as | ing.” :
though waiting ; his head in her lap, | “Possibly it may be to mamma and
her arms thrown around about his bo- | to the young gentleman, but not to me,
dy as though to hold him torever. The I faney,” and she lolled back in her
* * »*
In a plain black casket, in the cen-
tre of the room his mother had pre-
pared for him such a few short hours
before, lay all that remained of Edward
Garth, aged twenty-four.
White roses lay at his feet and on
his breast an open Bible ; faint lines
had been drawn around the words :
“For God so loved the world that He
gave His only begotten Son, that who-
soever believeth in Him should not
perish but have everlasting life :” and
his mother, bending over him was
speaking to him as though he were yet
living : “My little boy, mother’s little
boy. They can never make us suffer
any more, you and LI.” How pretty
his bair looked—she had always been
proud of his dark hair ; and smoothing
it gently back from his forehead she
disclosed alittle scar. She had almost
forgotten it, but in an instant, as she
stood there, she was living over again
that long summer day years ago—he
had been playing out in the yard and
fallen and hurt himself, and she re-
wembered how he had said, with the
tears running down his grimy little
face : “Why, it don’t hurt a bit,
mamma ; it don’t hurt a bit.” But
she had taken him up in her arms and
comforted him, kissing the hurt
place “to make it well,’’ she had said;
and gently rocking, rocking, the white
lids had fluttered drowsily and closed
slowly down, the sobbing little sighs
had grown further and further apart,
the long, swaying motion of the chair
had gradually ceased—her baby had
| fallen asleep and the sweet, soit winds
winds of those far-off days seemed
blowing full in her face as she leaned
down and kissed the little sear for the
second and last time. “Thank God
for his beautiful babyhood 1” But she
not stand up any longer ; and drawing
a chair forward she sat resting her
head on the edge of the casket, her
band lying against the side of his face
—and it was the sunlight that came
and found her this time, falling kindly
on the faces of the mother and son,
linking them together with one broad
band of gold.
And the woman slept.
Significance of Buttons.
The Rank of officers Shown by the Waste of Ma-
terial.
The inter-relation of the buttons on
the uniform is just as much a matter of
regulation as the cut of a coat. The
general wears two rows of buttons on
the breast of his frock coat, twelve in
each row, placed by fours. The dis-
tance between the rows is 53 inches at
the top and 3} at the bottom.
The lieutenant general is entitled to
only ten buttons 1n each row, arranged
in upper and lower groups of three and
a middle group of four.
The major generally has nine but-
tons in each row, placed by three.
The brigadier general eight in groups
of twos.
The colonel, lieutenant colonel and
major Lave nine buttons in each row
arranged at equal distances, the captain
and lieutenant seven buttons in each
row at equal distances.
There are different designs, of course,
not only for the buttons of the army,
the navy and the marine corps, but for
the different branches of the service.
There are the infantry, the artillery and
cavalry buttons, the engineer’s button,
the ordinance corps button, the button
of the marine corps and the navy but-
ton.
The navy button, by the way, is
made in ngland, because no American
manufacturer has been able to make a
bronze which the sea air will not tar-
nish. All of these buttoning the army
and navy tailor must keep on hand and
sew on according to regulation.
Disappointing.
She was a very fashionable young la-
dy, albeit she was only 6 years old, and
she was a resident of New York. A
gentleman calling on her parents had
an opportunity tc have a brief tete-a-
tete with her.
«T presume,’ he said, ‘‘that when you
grow up you will marry, as all little
girls do 7”
“No,” she replied languidly. ‘No, I
silence was growing awful, when the 'cbair quite tired to death, don’t you
death watch touched her respectfully know.
was growing strangely tired ; she could’
All About the Nutmeg.
Here's a Column Worth Reading and Remember-
ing.—Curious Story of the Dutch —[iow Na-
Pure Frustrated the Design of an Old-time
Monopolist— Tree, Flower and Nut—Methode of
Harvesting.
In all historic ages, writes Edith C.
Heath, in Demorest’s, men have dared
the perils of the sea and desert in the
search of three things —gold, gems and
spices. If we desiredto be extremely
learned we could doubtless formulate
an indisputable array of authorities,
roving that Hamilcar, the Carthagen-
ian in his voyage of African circumn.v-
igation stored the holds of his galleys
with all sorts of aromatic products. We
might dig out of Herodotus quotations
showing how the ILydians, Carians,
Phenicians and Egyptians bartered
bags of spices for gold darics and staters.
might even read with the aid of Mariet-
te and Champollion, in the hierogly-
hics of the rock tombs of Thebes and
Die, the receipts for the curing of the
citizens of Heliopolis and Karnak in
baths of natron, cinnamon, cloves and
pepper. We are content, however, to
point out the fact that spice and per-
fumes have always divided honors with
gold and jewels.
Leaving to the fanciful Spaniard the
search for the Western El Dorado, the
more practical Dutchman devoted him-
self to the accumulation of the riches to
be gathered from the clove, cinnamon
and nutmeg trees—mines whose treas-
ures are renewed from season to season,
THE DUTCH AND THE NUTMEG.
The thrifty Dutch speedily discovered
the enormous value of the nutmeg.
They found it growing plentifully on
all of the Moluccan Archipelago; but
as they had especially established their
power over the Banda group, and as the
nut had become instantly a most valua-
ble commodity, they resolved to secure
the monopoly of so profitable an article.
Your Dutchman does not think quickly;
but once he has made up his mind, he is
not to be diverted from his aim. The
Dutch merchant of the sixteenth and
seventeenth centuries was a soldier and
sailor, as well as a trader. In order to
keep the nutmeg supply in his own
bunds, he headed armed expeditions to
all the adjacent islands, and, after con-
quering them, made a condition of his
treaty of peace that all nutmeg trees
should be destroyed, and no more grown.
Jan Van Evertsen, a Dutch writer of
the seventeenth eeatury, records that on
one of these forays the victorious leader
compelled the natives, first, to chop
down all the nutmeg trees, and next, to
pile upon the fallen trunks all of the
nuts in the possession of the people.
“There were several piles’. says Evert-
set, ‘as large as good-sized houses, ani
they used ladders to carry the baskets
to be emptied atop. They were verita-
ble small mountains ; and I have seen
many a church in Holland of less size
than those accumulations of nuts, which
were burned to ashes with a most odor-
ous smell.”
THE NUTMEG PIGEON.
But Dutch arms and Dutch greed
could not oppose the will of nature, In
tne Moluccan Archipelago there is a
bird which feeds upon the fresh mace,
or second envelope of the nutmeg. It is
called the “nutmeg pigeon.” Iu order
10 secure the mace, which clings firmly
to the nut, this bird carries away both
envelope aud nut to its nest ; which as
iv is a creature of long flight, may be
upon an adjacent island, or even upon
the distant mainland. Having stripped
off the mace, the bird drops the nut,
with its fructifying germ, upon the rich
soil, where it immediately sprouts,
takes root, and in the course of time,
become a fruitful tree. At the present
time, through the Banda Group still
produces a large proportion of the
world’s supply, many thousand pounds
are annually exported from the Hast
Indies at large, and from Hindostan.
The Uuited States, alone, has used as
many as half a million pounds in asin-
gle year. ‘ :
THE NUTMEG TREK.
The nutmeg-tree somewhat resembles
our hardy pear, and seldom reaches more
than thirty-five or forty feat in height.
The flowers are pale yellow, and are
very similar in size and shape to lilies
of the valley. ‘The leaves are large,
averaging six inches in ‘length, dark
green, polished on the uppersurface, and
grayish beneath. As leaves, flowers,
and fruit are all richly odorous, the at-
mosphere in the neighborhood of a nut-
meg grove is constantly ladened with a
delightful and characteristic . perfume.
So persistent and penetrating is this per-
fume that it is readily perceived on ships
passing twenty miles off the coast.
The fruit is round, and about as large
as a moderate-sized apple; or to be
more exact, nearly three inches 1n diam-
eter. The outer portion is a thick,
fleshy rind, very similar to that which
surrounds the hickory-nut. Inside of
this is the husk, a sort of rough thready
substance, of abrilliant scarlet when first
opened, but soon changing to brown as
it dries on exposure to the air. This
husk is the mace of commerce. When
this is stripped off, there is left a hard
thin, dark browa shell, covering the
seed. or nutmeg proper.
The outer rind splits in two nearly
equal parts when the nut is ripe and 1s
thrown away as valueless ; but in some
parts of the Moluccas the rind is peeled
off in its green and juicy state, and
made into a species of sweetmeat with
honey or sugar. The writer has been
permitted to taste this preparation, and
—well, she cheerfully donates her share
to the deserving poor.
Though the flower and fruit are upon
the tree together at all seasons, the nut
is harvested in July, November and
April ; in the last named month both
mace and nut are in utmost perfection.
a healthy tree will produce, at a single
harvest, about six pounds of nuts and
two pounds of mace. The fruit is com-
monly gathered by hand, by means of |
small wicker baskets at the end of long, |
bamboo poles ; the outer rind is remov-
ed, and the mace carefully separated
with a knife. The mace is dried in the
sun, or, in the rainy season by artificial
heat : it is flattened between the hands, |
making what the house wives know as
“blades of mace.” After it has assum-
ed the proper bronze, or ochre-yellow
color, it is dipped in salt water to pre:
serve it. dried again and finally packed
in bales and bags for export.
The nuts themselves are placed upon
small wire nets, or grates, over a mild"
fire, sufficient to dry, without roasting,
them. This is a process requiring care
and patierite, taking about fifty or sixty
days to complete, When the nut rat-
tles in the thin, inner shell, the opera-
tion is supposed to be complete. Tune
shell is then knocked of with & wooden
mall or mallet. A solution of lime and
water, of the thickness of milk, is pre-
pared, and the nuts are dipped into it;
the object being to prevent the attack of
beetles and grubs, and also the sprout.
ing of the nut, which spoils its useful-
ness. The feathery white coating which
you observe upon the nutmegs of com-
merce is due to this lime solution. A
nutmeg which lacks this coating may
be suspected of being of inferior quality,
perhaps the acrid South American
variety.
ETT
EE —
That Defective Armor Piate.
The Carnegie Company Claims to be the Victim
of a Conspiracy.
PirrsBURG, March 4.--The Times to-
morrow will publish the following :
“The Carnegie steel company, limited
has permitted itself to be made the vic.
tim of a big conspiracy. This in brief is
the true explanation of the assessing of
$140,489.91 damages or fine laid by
President Cieveland and Secretary of
the Navy Herbert against the company
for furnishing the government with
their armor plate, which to quote Sec-
retary Herbert, ‘was good, all excelling
the lowest limit of tolerance in the
specifications, yet portions of it were not
up to the highest possible mark of excel-
lence, which by their contract the com-
pany was bound to attain.”
“The conspirators were four in num-
ber, all well known workmen hereabouts
who until quite recently were employed
at the big Carnegie Homestead plant.
The price they received from the gov-
ernment a3 a reward for their coonspira-
cy was about $35,000 or 25 per cent. of
the damage assessment made by Presi-
dent Cleveland against the Carnegie
company. The quartette of scheming
workmen were to get in touch with the
government by a Pittsburgh attorney,
whose office is within the shadow of the
court house, and by a prominent ex-fed-
eral official, whose home is in this state.
The manner in which these facts have
leaked out is similar to that in which
the famous Tweed conspiracy first be-
came known in New York. One of the
conspirators who got but $2,000 out of
the $35,000 reward paid by the govern-
ment, learning that he had in common
parlance gotten the ‘short end’ of the
deal, gave expression to his feelings
while somewhat under the influence of
liquor and skillful questioning and more
liquor brought out the entire story.
The story, too, has been known to a
number of people for six weeks past. In
a very clever manner the conspirators
managed to place with the armor plate
what had teen passed upon and accept-
ed by the naval officers stationed at the
works as inspectors, plates that had
failed to come up to the ‘highest possible
mark of excellence,” but which were
‘good, all excelling the lowest limit of
tolerance in the specification.” Thesub-
stitution of defective plates extended over
a period of time and was done in a sys-
tematic manner, the conspirators keep-
tog a careful record of every plate sub-
stituted. Late last fall the conspirators
made ready to realize and consulted an
attorney, who, after an examination of
memoranda refused to have anything
todo with the matter until guaranteed
a contingent fee, said to have been
$10,000. 1t was also the understanding
that the government should not be put
in possession of the facts until it was
pledged to pay the reward the conspira-
tors were after, The attorney then put
himself in communication with the
exiederal officer and through him,
negotiations with the government were
opened. The reward was promised and
the conspirators then made oath to the
correctness of their memoranda. Then
Chairman H. C. Frick was summoned to
Washington and accompanied by Vice
Coairman Leishman he went on. That
was in Dascember last, and they were
then informed by Secretary Herbert for
what they had been summoned. They
denied the charges and the sworn affi-
davites were then placed before them.
They were then informed that damages
were to be assessed against them. They
protested and appealed to President
Cleveland. Andrew Carnegie was sent
for and appeared on the scene soon after-
ward. He aud Mr. Frick are said to
have gone before the president 1n the
matter of the appeal. The president
sustained Secretary Herbert's levying of
damages, or fine, or blackmail or what-
ever it may becalled and the Carnegie
company submitted to and paid over on
January 17 the $140,848,91 of which
the four conspirators got 25 per-cent.
EST
Day off for Railroaders.
Eight Thousand of Them “Can Hereafter Rest on
Sunday.
New York, March 4.—The New
York, Lake Erie and Western Rail-
road has decided to follow the example
of the New York Central and Delaware
Lackawanna and Western Railroads
and suspend Sunday operations in the
freight service as far as possible. The
company has issued orders to hold all
common freight trains in the yards
from 12 o'clock Saturday night to 12
o'clock Sanday night every week in the
year. The order went into effect at
midnight last night.
The passenger service will also be
cut down so that the station agents
and telegraph operators may get a few
extra hours’ rest on Sunday. The or-
der affects nearly 8,000 men, half of
whom will get a day’s rest. the other
hall being compelled to work for two
or three hours on Sunday.
TT ———
A Hopeless Case.
She --You say you are an artist, a
musician and a poet?
He—(modestly) All three,
She—0, how awfully poor you must
be?
HE ———— ——————————
Spring Cleaning.
O March wind blow with all your might!
Set disordered things aright.
Rustle every leaf down;
Chase the cold all out of town;
Sweep the streets quite free of dast;
Blow it off with many a gust.
Make the earth all clean again,
And ready for the April rain.
For and About Women.
A women with indefinite eyebrows
and lashes should always pencil them a
little before sitting for 8 photograph, as
the lines give character to the face and
take away that staring appearance
which generally accompanies a blonde
face into a picture. The peneihing need
not be obtrusive, and a good photogra-
her will generally suggest this be dene
Boar posing his subject.
Miss May Philbrook has applied for
admission to the bar of New Jersey, and
the judges are so stirred up over the
matter that the whole Supreme bench
has gone into solemn conclave over it.
Suitable for every day wear is adress
of electric blue fine cashmere, or other
smooth faced cloth. The full bodice is
confined by a yoke of velvet outlined by
a frill of the cloth embroidered in silk,
and by a shaped velvet band at the
waist ; the sleeves are full, with a deep
velvet cuff—a charming style to wear
easy to slip on. A charming out-of-
door costume for a girl 8 or 9 years is
mado of light brown cloth, with a long
coat, loose in front and double-breasted,
and a half tight back. It has a butter-
fly cape and turned over collar, each
edged with beaver. To be worn with
this a brown felt hat trimmed with vel-
vet ribbons and ponpons of beaver is
most suitable,
For those who are impatient to see
their gowns made up, there are a fow
designs which 1t will be pretty safe to fol--
low. The simple ruffles which suit so:
admirably the fresh summer gown will
not soon go out of fashion. Therefore:
you may make the skirt into three full
ruffles of almost equal length, trimming’
them with a row or two of the new in-
sertion set in above the edge. ' Gather-
ed folds of the material, crossed surplice
fashion, beneath a rather wide belt, and,
with the opening at the throat filled in
with a lace yoke, makea preity bodice.
The belt is broader than the winter one:
and is slightly pointed at the bottom.
The sleeve puffs have fan-shaped pieces
of wide lace falling over them.
A menu that would serve for an infor-
mal luncheon says the Ladies Home
Journal is the following : Bouillon ;
creamed oysters in scallop shells, with
thin bread and butter ; broiled chicken
with rice croquettes ; lettuce salad with
French dressing, Neuchatel cheese
and plain wafers ; fruit Charlotte russe
aod lady fingers: Coffee and choco-
late for beverages.
For gowns that are cut round in the
neck or with broad, square shape, per-
mitting the throat to be visible, the fav-
orite finish 12 a soft fold of black velvet
ribbon, really folded, and which brings
out the whiteness of the skin.
Mme. Christine Nilsson has two of
her rooms in Madrid decorated in arather
novel fashion. The bed chamber is paper-
ed with leaves of musis from the operas
in which she has sung, and the dining
room with the h«t2l bills she has collsct-
ed in her tours through the world. There
is a sporting club in New York the
dining room of which has been papered
with champagne bottlc lables, and the
frieze above is decorated with wire and
lead-foil-covered corks.
Handsome new gowns are made of
sott-textured seeded satin in black or
dark colors with black watered-silk
skirt frills and full mutton-leg sleeves.
any extra garnitures are of black lace.
Easter hats are already in the shop
windows and are easily distinguished by
their trimmings of white violets, white
satin ribbons, put on in broad Alsatian
bows, either at the front or at the back,
and rhinestone buckles.
Perpendicular stripes are not nearly
so stylish except in small materials, as
the all-round or Bayadere stripes, which
cross the stuffs horizontally. In flan-
nels, of course, cottens and all materials
for easy-fitting wear, the lengthwise
stripe is the thing.
A most beautiful Paris gown was of
black silk flecked over with little satin
dots. The skirt was draped justa bit,
giving a slightly bouffant effect over the
hips. The lovely bodice had a regular
fan tail at the back and a wee basque
over the hips.
An added jacket slashed back and
front, perfectly square, edged with jet
sequins opened over a rose-pink vest of
miroir velvet, which was attached to a
full collar, the vest being full also and
gathered in a decided point into a belt
of the silk. The immense puffed sleeves
just reached the elbow and were met by
long, wrinkled cream suede gloves.
With it was worn a smart little bon-
net of white lace and jet, with two black
wings standing erect in front, while the
tabs of lace fell over the hair at the
back. Every one hasa rose-pink, green
or turquoise blue velvet collar on their
black frocks, and with an added bit of
lace we can be in the latest style at very
slight expense.
For the annoying small holes in the
nose use an astringent in the form of a
toilet vinegar, eau de cologne, sprinkled
in face bath, or a few drops of the tinc-
ture of benzoin.
Speaking of cravats, the buckle craze
is a sister furore. These buckles must
be of fine Rhinestones and in size th ey
vary from two to six inches. Asa fin-
ish for white chiffon collarette they are
deservedly popular and no woman who
trys at all to be in® the swim will be
withoat this pretty adjunct that has ar-
rived with the large revers, the three-
cornered hat and the Louis XIV. coat.
Girdles of pale velvet for white gowns
are as much in favor this season as they
were last, and when puffs of the same
hue are added to the sleeves the gown
might be called a poem of colors.
New York women are madly indulg-
ing in bows, but woe isonce more the
short, plump woman’s lot. For the
prevalent bow worn under the chin,
is of silk and lace extending from chin
to the belt line and reaching frequently
from shoulder to shoulder.