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Bellefonte, Pa., April 27, 1894.
WHENCE.
Whence come the melodies we're hearing
From the tree and hill and stream ?
‘What makes the life without, within us,
Sweeter than the sweetest dream ?
‘What means the joyful leap of pulses?
The new and strange delight.
In voices of each morning’s dawning,
In whispers of the night?
Oh! birds, in branch and treetop resting,
With breast of blue and gold,
So happy, you must needs be singing,
What secrets have you told?
Oh, hepy human hearts, exulting,
In earth and air and sky!
‘What mean your stran gely quickened currents?
You sing! you sing! Ah, why ?
There is a heart of music somewhere,
Where all things glad are born,
That filleth us with its own gladness,
With every rising morn.
There is a heart of music somewhere,
So wide, it holds all things;
So full, it poureth out the music
With which the whole earth rings.
— Rosalie Vanderwater.
THE BREADTH OF A HAIR.
“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!
All persons having further business
with this circuit court and court of oyer
and terminer will now draw near and
give their attention so to be heard !”
The crier stepped down and the
judge's gavel fell thrice with sbarp,
short raps. The great trial was about
to begin. From every corner of the
spacious court room abxious-eyed spec-
tators peered expectantly toward the
group of actors, each of whom was
soon to play his part in the life drama
which began as a comedy and would
robably end as a tragedy. Up in his
Potty high-backed chair sat his honor,
with gold-rimmed eye glasses and gen-
erally distinguished appearance ; he
leaned over and made a remark to the
sheriff, who nodded and replied. To
the right stood the district attorney in
conversation with his associate, He
was a tall, dark haired man with sharp
eyes and resolute face. Back of this
couple was the object toward which
the curious gaze of the throng was
ever directed—the prisoner. Those
were no ordinary features which met
the curious gaze of the ou-lookers so
firmly, and that was no ordinary fig-
ure who sat calmly surveying the scene
with no indication of emotion or even
passing interest—a young man scarce:
ly in his twenties, with the stature of
an Apollo, expressive, cold gray eyes
and pale cheeks, He was in whis-
pered conversation with his attorney,
a stout, little. man with gray hair, af-
ter the Wilkins NE style. A
ripple of excitement passed from
mouth to mouth as the spectators
crowded each other for a better view.
~ “What! that boy?’ said one.
“Why, he’s bardly out of his swad-
dling clothes !”
“Yes,” responded his neighbor, “but
he may be old in crime. I don’t like
his face. It's too cold—hard. The
speaker scrutinized the countenance
before him, with the eye of a connois-
seur who boasts ability to detect the
faintest shadow of temptation floating
ethereally across the nether side of the
experienced felon’s heart. “Too
hard,” he repeated, soliliquizing, ‘*“too
hard 1”
There was a lull in the Babel of!
voices ; the jury had filed in and tak-
en their seats. For a moment the
cloudless face of the defendant turned
toward the men into whose custody
the law had intrusted the balance of
his being—life, death. He studied
each face earnestly. Then came a
brief pause, succeeded by the reading
of the indictment, which proceeding
was interrupted by the confusion
caused by the ejection of a drunken
loafer from the crowd surrounding the
doors. The reading continued, and
was followed by an interval of pro-
found silence, during which the prose-
cuting attorney arose and began its
opening address to the jury. His
statement was. brief and concise ; he
was not a mao of metaphors.
“You will observe, gentlemen,” he
said, in the course of his remarks, ‘‘as
we proceed with this trial, that the de-
fendant ig guilty of one of the most
heinous and cold-blooded crimes ever
recorded in the annals of the jurispru-
dence of this county—s crime commit-
ted in a moment of perfect sanity,
actuated by no hope of personal re-
ward, inspired by no satisfaction of
private ambition, but resulting, rather,
as the climax of a controversy so ordi-
nary in its nature as to hardly cause
in the heart of a reasonable man even
a tinge of acrimony, much less re-
venge. Fortunately, geutlemen, there
is in this case no conflict of evidence,
such as usually obscures and renders
more difficult a trial of this
kind. Forgetful of the consequences
of his act, unconscious of the net-work
of evidence which he was weaving
about himself, but enly upon the grati-
fication of his animosity, and the ful-
filment of his awful purpose, this man
proceeded to his bloody work calmly
and with that spirit of coldness and
unconcern which indicates the pres-
ence of a depraved and criminal na-
ture, taking no precaution to conceal
his action or cover his footsteps. So,
gentlemen, in reaching your decision
you will be hampered by no doubts,
troubled by no uncertainties.
“We will show you that on the 20th
day of June, 18—,0one Lawrence Can-
ell, the prisoner at the bar, registered
as a guest atthe ‘Holden house,” a
small hostelry located in the village of
Plymouth in this county, having ar-
rived on the evening train. He was
assigned a room, and the small hand
bag which he carried was taken to his
apartment, according to his direc-
tions. He then seated himself in the
office of the hotel and called for sta-
tionery, which was furnished him.
After having written several letters, he
aroee from his chair and was about to
leave the room, when a gentleman en-
tered and, remarking that he had just
come from the nation, inquired of the
:
clerk if he could secure lodging. The!
clerk replied that the last room had
just been secured, whereupon the de-
fendant said, “I will share my room
with you, if you don’t object.’ The
gentleman expressed his thanks, intro
duced himself as ‘James De Land,’
and having lighted a cigar and offered
the defendant one, the two men sat
down in the rear of the office directly
within sight and hearing of the clerk,
who at that time was the only other
occupant of the room.
“The clerk—Mr. Banks—will tell
you that after having conversed upon
various subjects, the defendant alluded
to the political situation and expressed
extreme sentiments in support of his
opinions, which led to mild eriticism
on the part of his new acquaintance.
One suggestion followed another until
a heated discussion took place. At 11
o'clock the two went to their room,
still engaged in energetic conversation.
Thomas Kingsley, the porter, will re-
late to you that, in obedience to orders
from the defendant, he went with a
pitcher of ice water to the room occu-
pied by the two gentlemen, and that as
he approached, he heard sounds of ani-
mated argument, together with excla-
mations of displeasure, which contin.
ued atter he entered the room and so
long as he was within hearing, show-
ing that the two men were in the
midst of a controversy. These, gentle-
men, are matters of fact and will be
proven,
“We will further show you by other
witnesses that in the morning DeLand
did not appear, nor could he be found.
Upon being questioned, the defendant
persisted in declaring that he knew
nothing of DeLand’s departure—dog-
gedly denying all knowledge of his
whereabouts.
“The occurrence was of such an un-
usual nature that it was reported to the
local authorities, who proceeded to an
investigation. The investigation, gen-
tlemen of the jury, resulted in the dis-
covery of some interesting facts. De-
Land’s hand-bag was found, partially
open and covered with blood, near the
bed where he had placed it on the pre-
vious night. The carpet near the bed
was spattered with blood, and clots
were upon the pillows and covers.
Furthermore, drops of blood were dis-
covered leading from the door of the
room througn the corridor, down a
flight of stairs in the rear of the build.
ing and to a stream which flows past
the out-houses. At this point was a
large pool of blood. Some six yards
further down the stream, a hat, which
was identified as that worn by DeLand
was fonnd caught in some overhang:
ing shrubs.
“These, gentlemen, are the main
facts in the case. Are they not
enough ? Is there need of more con-
clusive proof ? Can there exist a shad:
ow of doubt in any rational mind, gen-
tlemen of the jury, when we shall have
proven these facts, as to the guilt of
the defendant? You will be afforded
an opportunity duriog the course of
these proceedings to observe the ner-
vous, impulsive temperament ot the
defendant. His is a nature suscepti-
ble to the most imaginative impres
sions, capable of being inflamed by the
mildest expressions of opposition or
criticism. With such an intense, ac-
tive disposition, under circumstances
80 likely to inspire vehemence and has-
ty action, is it not possible, nay proba-
ble, that a controversial remark, a sa-
tirical taunt—a. smile, might have
aroused the emotion of this man to its
height, till enraged beyond control, in
the climax of his mental agitation he
gave way to wrath, and exhausted the
force of his passion upon its object?
lt is true in this case. Excited by the
criticism which his fanatical opinions
bad elicited from the lips of DeLand,
the defendant fell upon him and suc-
ceeded, either by the aid of a weapon
or by brute force, in overcoming his
victim ; and having rendered him in-
sensible, he calmly carried his inani-
mate body and deposited it in the
water, where the swift current carried
itaway. Inthe name of right and bu-
manity, the people of this sfate, call
upon you to punish this atrocious and
terrible crime, that the blood of an in-
nocent man may be avenged. Their
voice is the voice of a multitude, which
arises like a mighty tumult and clam-
ors that justice sball be dispensed, that
the punishment shall fit the crime,
and that Lawrence Canell may be
made to suffer the full extent of the
law for the murder of James DeLand
on the 20th day of June, 18—.”
The district attorney resumed his
seat amid the deepest silence. He
busied himself with his papers, and
the defendant had again turned and
was speaking with his counsel. He
smiled calmly as he observed the
movements of the district attorney.
The latter presently said : “The first
witness for the prosecntion will be Sid-
eon Banks.” The crier’s voice rang
out—*‘Is Sideon Banks in court?’
A middle-aged gentleman, whose
prominent features were a set of
“Burnsides,”” came from the rear of the
room and mounted the witness stand.
In answer to the attorney’s questions
he eaid he was clerk at the Holden
house. He recollected distinctly the
occurrences on the night of the 20th of
June. He identified the defendant,
and recited the history of the case
more in detail, but substantially as the
district attorney had done. The cross-
examination was a prolonged, a clever
bat unsuccessful attempt to confuse
the witness, and he was finally die-
missed.
The next winess sworn was Thomas
Kingsley, the porter. He corrobora-
ted the statements of the district attor-
ney as to his knowledge of the affair,
His manner was 80 aggressive that the
defendant’s learned counsel had occa- |
sion several times during the cross ex- |
amination to rebuke him. “A prose-
cution,” said the counsel, *‘is not nec
essarily a persecution.” But the evi-
dence remained unaltered.
As the witness left the stand, the ex-
citement of the epectators demonstra. |
ted itself by frequent ejaculations and
whispered conversation here and there, |
Jouston Peruse, the sheriff of the
county, was next called. He testified
that he had conducted the examina-
tion at the Holden house. He was
the one also who found the hat of the
missing man. An argument between
the attorneys took place at this point
regarding the admission of this evi-
dence,
James King, M. D., a corpulent
entleman, whose voice reminded one
of Schubert's Serenade in B flat major,
took the stand. He swore that he was
the coroner. He had investigated every
feature of the case. He was prepared
with a whole arsenal of medical phas-
es and terms of the profession. The
cross-examination revealed the fact
that, while this “expert” could detect
with difficulty the difference between
the blood corpuscles of a human being
and those of other animals, he could
not estimate the specific gravity of the
pancreatic juice. He swore that the
blood discovered at the Holden house
was human blood.
The district attorney conferred with
his associate, and then announced that
the people would rest. The court took
a recess.
The first witness called by the de-
fense was the prisoner himself. After
the usual preliminary questions, the
counsel asked :
“Do you recollect the night of the
20th of June last 2"
“I do, sir, distinctly.’
“Where were you that night ?”
“I left Bolton City at 5 o'clock and
arrived at the Holden house in Ply-
mouth at 8 o’clock.”
“State what occurred at the Holden
house after you arrived ?”’
The witness related what took place
up to the time of his going to bed with
DeLand, verifying the statements of
the other witnesses.
“Had you ever known DeLand pre-
vious to this meeting ?”’
“I had not.”
“Did the conversation upon political
subjects, which vou say you bad, coun-
tinue after you had reached your
room ?” .
“Te did.”
“And when did it stop?”
“As soon as we were in bed.”
“About what time was that ?”’
“Nearly half-past 11.”
“State to the jury, what else, if any-
thing, occurred after that,”
“That is all I recollect, sir. In the
morning when I awoke, DeLand was
not in the room ; I supposed he had
arisen and gone down staire, I
dressed and, after eating my breakfast
I prepared to depart.”
“Well 77
“The sheriff met me at the door and
took me into custody.”
“Is this all you know of the affair 2’
“Positively all.”
The district attorney smiled compla-
cently, while a murmur of contempt
passed from mouth to mouth. In the
tace of these demonstrations the wit-
ness sat unmoved, with erect head,
The district attorney rose slowly to
croes examine.
‘So you were discussing political af-
fairs, eb ?”’
The witness assented.
“It was rather a heated argument,
wasn't it?”
“We were both very much interest-
ed.
“And was it not a fact that you were
— woth a little— well, angry 7”
“We might—"
“Answer my question !”’
“Yes, sir—but—""
“And didn’t DeLand criticize your
sentiments somewhat severely ?"’
“He said he was surprised that I
should entertain such views, and that
when I was older and had had more
experience, I would see what a fool I
had made of myself.”
“Is that all he said ?”
“Yes, sir—all.”
“Well, now, Canell, when you arose
in the morning, did you notice any
blood spots on the carpet or anywhere
in the room ?"
“No, sir—I—"
“What I”
“No, sir, 1 did not.”
“Did you see any blood in the room
at any time hereafter ?”’
“When the officers took me up to
the room they pointed out the spots.”
“And isn’t it a fact, sir, that in order
to leave the room in the morning you
were obliged to pass directly over the
place where the blood was ?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And do you mean to swear that in
walking to the door you did not see
the blood ?”
“I do, sir.”
The counsel glanced knowingly at
the jury.
“Well, now, Canell, from the time
you arose until the time when you pre-
pared to depart from the hotel you say
you did not see DeLand ?”
“Yes sir.”
“Did you make any inquiries con-
cerning hie whereabouts during that
time ?”’
“#J—no, sir.”
“That is all.”
“I have one more question,” said
the defendant's lawyer, rising, “Is
your eyesight good ?”
“No, sir, I have suffered from a stig-
matism for years.”
Several witnesses were called to tes-
tify to the previous good reputation of
the accused. The defense closed.
The address of the defendant’s coun-
sel was a magnificent effort. He em-
ployed the few resources available with
the science of a master-hand, and
aroused the admiration of his auditors
—but it was the compassion which
.
‘the energy of one who struggles for a
lost cause arouses in the hearts of sym-
pathizers rather than the approbation
which observers express to one who
prosecutes a meritorious mission,
And so, while the defendant’s counsel
pleased the ears of the listeers, the dis-
trict attorney appealed to their judg-
ment. The eloquence of the one was
entertaining ; the argument of the oth-
. er was effective.
The charge of the court was neutral
and brief. The jury filed out amid op-
pressive silence.
During the proceedings the prisoner
had maintained the stoical indifference
which characterized his demeanor at
(the first. He displayed now po evi-
! dence of anxiety, and when after twen.
| ty minutes had elapsed, the men came
i slowly back and took their places, he
| showed no signs of even passing inter-
est.
The clerk of the court arose.
“Gentlemen of the jury, have you
agreed upon your verdict ?'’
“We have,” replied (he foreman.
“What say you, gentlemen, is the
prisoner at the bar guilty or not guil-
ty 2
“Guilty.” :
A murmur of applause came from
the spectators. The prisoner smiled.
* * %
Two men sat in the “smoker” of a
train conversing over their cigars.
“Speaking of adventures of that
kind,” remarked one, ‘reminds me of
an experience I once had. I was one
day called on professional business to
Kingston, and in order to reach that
city from my home in the western part
of the state, I was obliged to change
cars at a small town up the line called
Plymouth. Owing to delays I was
compelled to remain over night at the
latter place. Having arrived late, I
went immediately to the hotel, where
I occupied a room jointly with a young
fellow who smoked cigaretts and
talked anarchy. After going to bed, I
suddenly remembered that, having
made my toilet hastily before leaving
home, I had forgotten my pocket-book.
I had used all the change in my pock-
et in purchasing a ticket. This wor-
ried me, Finally, however, [ fell
sound asleep. Early the tollowing
morning I had a severe attack of nose-
bleed. I arose and after dressing left
my room and went to the rear of the
building, where was a stream of water ;
here I succeeded in stopping the hem-
orrhage, although I lost my hat in do-
ing so. It occurred to me that I would
save myself considerable embarrass-
ment by not returning to the hotel, as
I had no money with which to pay my
bill ; so going directly to the station, I
awaitea my train and proceeded to my
destination. Subsequently I inclosed
the amount of my bill at the hotel and
forwarded it to the proprietor without
explanation,
he regarded the maneuver.”
The speaker paused, attracted by the
peculiar expression on his companion’s
face.
“What the devil’s the matter with
you, man? You're paler than a
ghost 1”
The other’s lips trembled a little.
“Oh, nothing ; you see I am the dis-
trict attornev of county. A year
ago I prosecuted and convicted a man
for murdering you; I'm on my way to
this execution now, he swings in—Iet
me see—,”’ and he looked at his watch
—“two hours and twenty minutes,—I
—I—am glad I met you, sir,”’—From
Romance.
Chicagoans Are Alarmed.
The Smallpox Epidemic Appears to Be Beyond
Control.
Cuicago, April 21. — Smallpox
in ~~ Chicago has again excited
the attention of the Board of Health of
the States adjacent to Illinois. A secret
meeting of health officials was held at
the Grand Pacific Hotel to-day. Con-
sternation seized the local health offi-
cials when it was hinted that the quar-
antine against Chicago might be declar-
ed by Wisconsin, Minnesota, Indiana,
and possibly Michigan, as the result of
reports concerning the growth of the
epidemic.
The ceclaration of a quarantine was
averted some months ago only by the
statements of Dr. Reynolds that he then
virtually had the plague under the con-
trol of his department. Notwithstand-
ing his argument at that time, smallpox
bas increased 100 per cent, as the re-
ports for January, February and March
and thus far in April, show. During
March there were 305 cases, being an
average of little less than ten per day.
In February there were 233 cases, an
average of a little less than nine per
day. In January there were. 189 cases,
an average of aboutsix perday. This
shows a gradual increase from month to
month, making a total of 627 cases.
The pesthouse is overcrowded with
patients. Several suspect cases are be-
ing cared for at the County Hospital,
now under quarantine, and at several
private houses, chiefly in the thick-
ly populated sections of the city.
The danger of caring for smallpox at
the County Hospital, where 750 pa-
tients were under treatment Five fully
developed cases of smallpox were re-
moved yesterday from the hospital to
the pesthouse.
——The next notable oil field in the
United States may be found in Kansas,
Prospectors are busy in the State sink-
ing test wells, and in several instances
oil and gas have been developed in such
quantities as to warrant the building of
tanks for storage. With refining facili-
ties the oil will be worth nearly as much
in Kansas for the local supply of adja-
cent markets as it is at the seaboard,
and a new value will be given to all
farm lands which are underlaid with
the oil-bearing sand rocks.
——Ex-Presidont Harrison, having
completed his legal lecture course atthe
Leland Stanford, jr., university, Cali-
fornia, returned to his home at Indian-
apolis on Saturday. At Chicago the
newspaper men waylaid him, but he re-
fused to discuss politics and all they
could get out of him was the announce -
ment that he means to devote himself to
the practice of his profession.
——Governor Tillman has been de-
feated in his attempt to solve the liquor
I’ve often wondered how |
question in South Carolina by a novel
plan, but it is by the courts and not by
his political opponents. He was doubt-
less in advance of histime, but the
experiment will not prove fruitless.—
Phila. Press
ee — |
—— Another coincidence between the
calamity howler and the dogwood tree
is that the latter's bark is of no value, !
either. .
Life Among a Primitive People.
|
In the country districts men and wo |
men alike usually wear only onearticle !
of clothing, a sort of petticoat, fastened |
tight around the waist by the men and |
just above the breast by the women. |
Some of the women adopt the style of |
the men as giving greater coolness and
freedom. In the neighborhood of the
towns they generally add an npper gar-
ment made somewhat in the style of a
close-fitting night-gown, and either
fastened in front or not, according to
the taste of the wearer. The children
in many cases omit even the chest-pro-
tector worn by our young fellow-travel-
ler on the steamer. These little brown
cherubs, with rounded bodies and well-
‘formed limbs, look like bronzestatues as
they stand in the bright sunshine gaz-
ing curiously at the passing strangers.
About ten miles from Garoet is a
small lake called Bagendit. The road,
smooth and in good order, runs be-
tween rice-fields rising on either side in
well-kept terraces. Men and women,
standing up to their knees in mud,
were turning up the rich black soil and
preparing for the new crop. Gray or
flesh-colored buffaloes, with hides like
pig-skins, wallowed in the muddy wa-
ter, looking up with languid, indiffer-
ent gaze as we rattled past. Sturdy
brown children sported gayly among
their four-footed companions in all the
freedom and innocence of nature’s own
garb. We felt that we were nearer
the great warm heart of Mother Earth
than ever before.
As we neared the lake the villagers
turned out in force to receive us. Ten
or twelve hastened away to prepare
the boats, while the remainder squat-
ted down in silent respect. It was like
the villages ove reads of in the works
of African explorers. The low one-
storied huts of light bamboo poles, en-
closed with palm mats and thatched
with leaves, seemed hardly capable of
affording protection against the fierce
rays of the sun. We made our way
through the single street, followed, at
a respectful distance by a throng of cu-
rious but timid natives. At the water's
edge we found the advance guard busi-
ly engaged in constructing a most pe-
culiar craft. Four long narrow can-
oes, each hollowed from the trunk of a
large tree, were arranged side by side.
On these was placed a sort of summer-
house of light bamboo poles, rooted
and floored with bamboo matting. In
this floating house, which was about
eight feet square, chairs were placed
for our accommodation. Sitting at
our ease we were paddled slowly out
into the lake, our rowers squatting up-
on the bow and stern of each dugout,
and propelling the cumbrous vessel
with small spoon-shaped oars not un-
like a child's sand-shovel. We forced
our way through large fields of lily
pads, each leaf being two feet or more
in diameter. The flowers, as large as
a quart measure, were a beautiful pink
and deliciously fragrant. The seeds,
as we proved by actual experiment,
make excellent eating, and are much
prized by the natives.—From “A Lit-
tle Journey in Java,’by Frederic M.
Burr in Harper's Magazine for May.
Patti, Her Maid and Her Husband.
Patti has quaffed so deeply from the
intoxicating cup of good fortune that
she has in her later days become capri-
cious, gusty in temper, fickle and inor-
dinately vain. And now Nicolini is
“kicking,” and there is, so rumor says,
a possible divorce case looming up in
the near future. But Patti has a ruler,
and it is not her husband, Nicolini, but
her waiting maid Caroline Bauermeister
1s her name, and she is a shrewd, clever
German woman, who watches over
Patti like a dog. This woman is the
same Caroline whom the Marquis de
Caux, Patti’s first husband hated so bit-
terly. The bone of contention in the
case is Caroline again, and Nicolini, it is
said, swears that he will get a divorce
from La Diva unless the wily maid is
shipped. Patti will never part with
Caroline, who has literally grown to be
a part of her life. Nicolini is a fancier
of old violins, and would go from Hades
to Hoboken for a Stradivarius or a Guar-
nerius. He buys whenever he gets a
chance, and always pays a liberal figure.
That is what Patti has discovered, when
she footed the bills for this very costly
and recherche tastc. Now she person-
ally superintends the buying of old
fiddles tor her spouse. Nicolini chafes
under this restraint and knows that he
is watched by Caroline, and has openly
declared in this city that he would get a
divorce unless matters changed. The
correspondent’s name is, obviously
enough, not mentioned. It1s rumored
that Patti’s wealth 1s by no means,
what it is represented to be. Sheis out-
rageously extravagant, and lavishes an-
nually an enormous sum on her castle
at Oraig-y-Nos, in Wales. She keeps
60 servants, and with her big dressmak-
er’s bills-Worth’s most finished master-
pieces in ‘‘confections,” it you please—
she contrives tospend a royal amount
every year. She has not made much
money lately, and dear old boy Nico-
lini, you know, feeling that there might
be a ‘krach” some day, is perbaps get-
ting ready to pull out and get to his
beloved Paris, with something saved to
live on for the balance of his days, not
unlke the existence led by his predecess-
or, Marquis de Caux, who chased
pleasure to its very lair until his death.
—— A discovery of gold-bearing rock
of extraordinary richness is reported
in California, on the Colorado River,
about sixteen miles northwest of Yuma
at a point on the line of the Southern
Pacific Railroad. The rock is so ac- |
cessible as to be cheaply mined. and of |
a quality easily pulverized for the pur-
pose ot extracting gold. The different
grades of ore produced yield from $250
to $44,000 per ton; and it is estimated
| that an annual product of from $2 000,- |
000 to $3.000,000 wiil be mined for |
many years to come. Ic is likely that |
this valuable find, which is located in |
a small spur of the Chuckawallah
range of mountains, will lead to dili:
gent prospecting in the region there-
about, and doubtless to further dis-
covery. !
|
—— Germany has 26,000 breweries.
For and About Women.
Mrs. Ballington Booth resides at
Montclair, N. J. She is the mother of
a sturdy little son of 6 years and a baby
girl 16 months old. Although she is so
much engaged in lecturing and other
Salvation Army work, her bome is well
kept and ber children are healthy and
sunny tempered. Mrs. Booth manages
to make her trips short, with frequent
returns home, where all time, aside
from ker office work, is devoted to her
children.
Many of the French dresses have in-
stead of a stiff sleeve lining, a box-plait-
ing of crinoline sewed in with the
sleeve on the shoulder about 8 or 4
inches in depth ; this answers the pur-
pose of holding out the sleeves, and is
not so heavy.
The fancy tor wearing jewelry is
growing and long wateh chains are
becoming popular again. If the lovely
jeweled ones are beyond the limit of
price, then the old fashioned gold ones
which have been in oblivion for years.
may be brought for duty. A brooch
fustens it at the neck, and it may be
festooned lower down and lose
itself in ihe trimming of the dress, sug-
gesting a dainty little watch tucked
away in the folds.
Tiny jeweled combs, to be worn at
the side of the head, with the bair coif-
fured in old-style manner, are also being
widely introduced.
Pongee silk in its natural ecru shade
is used for shirt waists, which are made
very simply with turnover collars and
cuffs and bishop sleeves. The really
“smart” shirt is made of colored cham-
bray, with white linen collars and
cuffs.
Large brown velvet rose, black velvet
ox-eyed daisies, with yellow hearts, and
black velvet violets are the latest nova
elties in millinery.
Eton and blazer suits for women’s
seaside gowns and suits for
small boys are being made of linen duck
in natural shades.
Mrs. Mary E. Willard, president of
the American Home School, in Berlin,
has given to the Association of College
Alumna a scholarship 10 modern lan-
guages, including board and tuition for
one year in that institution.
It may be considered as established
that for the next two months the best-
dressed women will wear coats and skirts
For these, cloths, tweeds, and cheviots
have reappeared in all their pristine
elegance, The newest tailor coats are
shorter than the three-quarter Prince
Albert that has been worn this winter,
although Adolphe, Redfern, and Doucet
are still making the long garment to
the knees. Coats are worn both single
and double breasted, and the garcon de
cafe jacket keeps its popularity.
For spring these fetching little jackets
are worn with vests of cloth or pique,
and a dicky. A charming model that
was made recently for the races was of
navy-blue and white cloth in large,
solid-looking checks. The shirt had a
plain narrow front breadth, finished at
the top on either side with three large
exquisitely carved buttons, which gave
the chic to the gown. All the seams of
the skirt were made over-lapping, and
piped with dark blue, and in each side of
the narrow front breadth was set a very
narrow panel, slashed in the middle as
high as the knee, piped with blue, and
finished with a button. The waiter
jacket had revers faced with blue cloth.
A low double-breasted vest of white
pique, finished with a small revers, and
a puffed dicky—if it might be called a
dicky. It looked like the old-fashioned
puffing that people used to buy by the
yard, and was completed by a high
straight collar, and worn with a black
tie. The sleeves were pleated at the top
in a box pleat with three side pleats on
either side, and finished at the bottom
with a cuff piped with dark blue.
White pique and duck costumes seem
to be iess talked about for this year than
the fine checked cotton cheviots and the
fancy linens. And blouses will have
soft fronts instead of the severely starch-
ed things, exactly like the chemises
d’homme that were worn last summer.
Some pretty little riding-habits have
been seen lately with short cut-away
coats worn over polka-dotted shirts with
stiff collars and men’s ties.
There is no purfume more generally
agreeable than the clean, sweet odor of
orris root. Violet satchet powder if of
a very fine quality and so faint as to be
the mere suggestion ot a perfume, is gen-
erally pleasant. Rose musk and other
stronger scents give many an unpleasant
sensation of faintness or even nausea,
and are always open tothe disagreeable
suspicion of being used for counteract.
purposes. After all, as Henry Ward
Beecher said : “There is no smell so
universally pleasant as no swell,” and
absolute daintiness of person attracts far
more than any perfumery can do.
The tight, high neckbands of winter
costumes invariably form a dark line
about the neck, unless some precaution
is taken to avoid it, and the mark is
positively disfiguring when a low-cut
bodice is assumed.
To prevent this stain or to remove it
after it bas been formed, bathe the neck
and chest every morning in cold water,
not by means of the wash cloth, but by
leaning over the basin and laying the
parts with the water, applied by hand-
fuls ; then dry with soft towel, and rub
briskly with a crash towel until the skin
is hot and glowing. This simple method,
it foilowed faithfully, will whiten the
throat quickly and beautifully.
The skirts and their adjustments—
their loopings, their ruffles, their zig-
zags—are fin de siecle. Thereis a ten-
dency to trim them lengthwise instead
of on the round as last year—to hide
the seams under lace or embroidery or
assementerie or ribbon ; this, of course,
engthens the figure and is therefore
not altogether desirable for very tall
women. Walking coats are still more
! worn here than capes, though the re-
, verse is the case in Paris.