Bellefonte, Pa., June 8, 1894,
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ONE OF THE HAPPY FELLERS.
I don't complain }
When the Lord sends rain—
When the tanks in the sky run over;
For the rain, you know,
Makes the corn blades grow,
An’ gives a lift to the clover.
My plans ain’t crost,
When the Lord sends frost
An’ the hillsand plains look wrinkled ;
It’s a seasonin’ swe~t
Fer the things I eat—
The spice by the angels sprinkled.
1 jes’ take all
From thespriag to fall, :
As it comes from the one who sends it;
An’ my heart’il beat
Like it thought life sweet,
Till rest in the roses ends it.
~— Atlanta Constitution.
THE STORY OF A MISUNDERSTAND-
ING.
The world is full of misunderstand-
ings. |
Now, a misunderstanding is an
awkward thing—the sort of thing that
sometimes makes shipwreck of lives
that otherwise would sail smoothly
enough into the haven where they
would be.
This is a story of a_misunderstand-
ing.
* * * #
The very first time he saw her he
said to himself: “Now, there's the
girl I should like to marry.”
She was just his sort, but it was the
old story of the attraction of opposites,
a story as old as the hills. He was
big, she was small ; he was dark, she
was fair ; he was quiet, she was lively;
and 80 on, and infinitum. She certain-
ly was a very faking little girl, and
she had a pensive way of contempla-
ting one with her great blue eyes that
was altogether fascinating. Bob
Helmsleigh want down before that
look like a leaf before the wind.
Bob was not particularly clever or
amusing, or, indeed, particularly any-
thing but honest. Honest he was
from the crown of his close-cropped
head to the soles of his military boots,
and as simple-minded as a child.
Hitherto he had never been in earnest
about a woman, but be was in earnest
now, and it was a sober, solemn, down-
right earnest. Henceforth there wonld
be but one woman in the world for
him.
He would have liked to take her in
those great strong arms of his and tell
her so, but such a course of action was
out of the question, for she was engag-
a to his old chum, Phil Mars-
en.
Now Phil Marsden was the sort of
man that lady novelists describe as
‘one of Fortune's favorites.” In plain
English, he was good-looking, well-off,
a thorough sportsman, a good hand at
all games, and popular with men and
women alike. A lucky mortal all
round, but it never occured to Bob to
envy his friend until he saw Gwen
Warrington. Thén a new, strange
feeling stirred in Bob's honest heart.
It was not exactly jealousy, but rather
a wistful, patient wonder why one fel-
low should have all the luck and every-
thing else, while other fellows were left
out ia the cold.
Well, one summer the officers of
Bob's regiment took it into their heads
to give a ball. Itwasa final flare-up
before the—th moved into fresh quar-
ters, and they spared neither trouble
nor expense to wake it a success. At
this ball Bob was introduced to the
future Mre. Phil Marsden, and they
danced a good deal together. Bob had
a splendid swing, and Gwen was the
lightest waltzer in the room, so they
went hike clockwork.
Gwen gave Bob more waltzes than
she gave Phil, but the latter did not
seem to mind, and that of course, was
rather a queer state of things, Bob
noticed it, which was remarkable, for
in an ordinary way his perceptions
were just as blunt as are most
men’s. ‘
“I say, Miss Warrington,” he ob-
served tentatively, as he and Gwen
went out together yet once again, “it’s
awfully good of old Phil to let you
give me as many dances. Shows he
ien’t selfish any way doesn,t it 2"
Gwen shrugged her shoulders, and a
change came over her expressive face ;
a change that Bob did not quite like to
see.
“Selfish I” she echoed. “Oh! Phil
is never selfish where I am concersed,
I can assure you, Mr Helmsleigh. He
has no desire to keep me all to him-
self.”
There was no obvious answer to
this speech, and so Bob said nothing.
As a matter of fact, the situation was
just a little bit beyond bim.
He thought of Gwen’s words aflter-
wards, though, and of the faintly bitter
tone in which they were utteted, but
he did not venture to broach the sub-
ject again. It was ticklish ground.
He saw nothing more of either Phil
or Gwen usiil the autumn, and then
he ran into them atthe house of a
mutual friend, where be had gone for a
week's shooting. This time the idea
that all was not right between the
lowers struck him more forcibly than
beiore. They were apparently on
good terms with one another, and
they never disagreed, but Phil bad lost
his old genial spirits and become
moody and discontented. He was al
ways either in the clouds, or swearing
at hislack. Gwen had changed too.
Her manner had grown tired and list-
less, and there was a wistful wondering
look in her eyes that it hurt Bob to
see. :
Poor old Bob! He could tell that
something was wrong, but he could
not make out what it ‘wae, though he
uzzled that honest head of his until
e thought he was going to have
brain fever. The new look in Gwen's
eyes haunted him. It was always in
his thoughts in the daytime, and it
kept him. awake at night. He feltim-
elied to do something—but what ?
That was the question,
At last one day be found Gwen all
by herselfin the library, crying over
the fire, and that was the climax. He
never could bear to see a woman in
tears, and when it came to the woman
he loved, why— :
“Miss Warrington,” he said, bur
riedly, “Miss Warrington you are in
trouble of some sort. Will you tell
me what it is?” Then as she did not
answer at once, his hand fell heavily
on her shoulder, and he added, “For
God’s sake, don’tery.”
Gwen checked her sobs with an ef-
fort, and raised her tear dimmed eyes
to his face.
“Oh { Mr. Helmsleigh,”’ she exclaim-
ed, “I am in great trouble, and—and
you are 80 good and kind. If only you
could help me.”
“Give me a chance,” Bob returned,
shortly “I’m a stupid sort of a chap.
1 know ; no good at tall talk, But if
there's anything in the world I can do
for yon. I'll do it. Do you believe
me?”
“Qh, yes,” answered Gwen, putting
out her hand to him with an impulsive
gesture, while the tears brimmed over
afresh.
Bob took the trembling little band,
and held it in a strong, close clasp; a
clasp that seemed to carry help and
comfort with it.
“That's right,” he said. “Now, let
me hear all about it. But don’t cry—
tor pity’s sake don’t cry like that.
You'll send me mad if you do. Come,
dry your eyes.”
“It’s about Phil,”’ Gwen went on,
mopping her eyes obediently. “Of
course, its about Phil. Oh, Mr.
Helmsleigh, you have known Phil so
much longer than I. have, and you
must understand him better. Can youn
tell me why he is—so queer with
me ?"’
This was somewhat of a facer. Bob
ran his fingers through his short dark
hair and drew a deep breath.
“Don’t you know 2’? he asked.
(Gwen shook her head, “No.”
“Well, I'm blessed if I do,” said
Bob.
Gwen went on in a low, hurried
tone.
“Phil has never been to me what
other girl’s lovers are to them ; but I
don’t know why, I only wish I did.
He seemed fond enough of me. before
we were engaged, but now—well, of
course the whole thing is a miserable
failure, and it gets worse, It isn’t
that Phil is unkind to me; he is as
kind, and good, and patient as a man
could be. He considers me before
himself ; there is nothing he wouldn't
do for me, but—but—he doesn’t love
me. That is the root of the whole
matter.”
Her voice broke with a pathetic lit-
tle quiver that went straight to Bob's
heart. He looked down at the child-
ish forlorn figure, halt lost in the big
leather chair, and felt a wild impulse
to take it in his arms. But he re-
strained the impulse somehow.
“Well,” he said, as quietly as he
could “it is a riddle, isn’t it? I wish
I could helpyou to read it. Old Phil
must be a Junatic—nothing less than a
lunatic.”
“No,” Gwen answered, sadly, “he is
not a lunatic—far from it—but there
is something I don’t understand.” She
looked up at Bob again, and laid her
band lightly on his arm. Such a
pretty little hand. It looked like a
snow flake on his rough coat sleeve.
“Will you do something for me?” she
asked ; “I know I can trust you, and
you are Phil’s oldest friend ; but you
must say if you mind very much.”
Bob turned his head away, for he
dared not meet her eyes just then. But
he took hold of her hand and squeezed
it bard.
“Anything,” he said.
“Then,” Gwen went on, “try to find
out from Phil what itis that Las come
between us, and it I can do anything
to put it right. I have tried, and
failed. But you may succeed. Will
you try it?”
“Yes,” said Bob, just as he would
have said it if she had acked him to
‘go to the other end of the world for
ber.
That eame evening he broached the
subject to Phil. It was rather a big
fence to tackle, but he shut his eyes
aod rode hard at it, going straight to
the point in his bluodering, honest
way.
Phil hesitated a little at first, but in
the end he told the truth.
“You see, old chap,” he said, “it’s
like this. Tbe whole affair is a ghast-
ly mistake all through. I never
proposed to Gwen at all.”
Rob gave a great start,
“You never proposed to her at all?”
he echoed. “Then how, in Heaven's
name, did you get engaged 7’
“Well,” said Phil, addressing him-
self to the fire, “it happened in this
way. You remember Charley Thomp-
son, of the—th§? Well, I was staying
down in Devonshire with him last sum-
mer, and there I met Gwen. She took
my fancy awfully at first, and I seem-
ed totake hers ; so we started a flirta-
tion, and that worked all right until
her sister Lily appeared on the scene.
When I was her—Lily, I mean—I
knew I was done for. She’s—she’s
different from other girls, somehow.
Well I soon made up my mind to ask
her to marry me, but I was a bit shy
about it, and, like a fool, before speak-
ing to her I thought I would try and
find out from Gwen if there was a
chaaoce for me. I mentioned itto her
one evening, and tried to ask her to
put in a good word for me; but I
must have made an awful idiot of my-
self, for to my horror, she thought I
was proposing to tell her, an dbefore I
knew where I was she had accepted
me. It was all up with me then. I
felt queer, I can tell you, Bob; and
when I fouud she had really cared for
me all the time when I thought she
was only playing me at my own game,
1 hado't the pluck to her the mistake
had made. I was a coward, I know,
but literally could not do it* I just let
things slide, and trusted to luck to get
me out of the scrape. You see the re-
sult. Luck deserted me for once, and
here I am--stranded. I’ve behaved
like & fool and a scoundrel all round,
iia
and the worst of it is no one is satisfied.
I am miserable, so is Gwen, and so is
Lily—and all through a misunder-
standing. Is there anything I ean do |
to put things straight, old chap?
Without behaving more like a scoun- |
drel than ever, I mean, What would |
you do in my place?”
Bob thrust his hands deep in his |
pockets and nodded his head with
great gravity. FF
¢ Tell the truth,” he answered, terse-
ly ; “it’s the only thing you can do,
and you ought to have done it long
ago. Jove! it’sa tight fit; though.”
Phil fairly groaned.
“If I thought Gwen had given up
caring for me 1'd tell her fast enough,”
be rejoined : “but [ don’t think she
has, and—and how can Itell her!
No, bangitall! Ican’tI shall have
to see the thing through now, whatever
comes.”
Bob was silent for a moment or two,
blinking solemuly at the fire.
“Tell you what itis,”’ he said at
last, “Miss Warrington has plenty of
pluck, and she’s as straight as they
make 'em. You ought to be straight
with her, Phil: It seems to’ me that
the more she cares for you the more
right she has to know the truth. 1
may be wrong—I'm a stupid sort of
a chap, I know—but that's the way [
look at it.”
Good old Bob! His honest heart
and simple mind had led him straight
to a truth that wiser men had often
missed.
*
* * *
The story is quite an old ope now.
It all happened last year, and Phil and
Lily are going to be married next
mouth.
And the others ?
Well, it was only one day last week
that Bob said suddenly to Gwen :—
“I say, do you remember what hap-
pened a year ago to day ?”
And Gwen flushed a little as she
answered :—
“Yes, of course I do. I was in
trouble, and I asked you to belp me—
and you did.”
“And I did,” said Bob, and then he
put bis hand over hers as it lay idly on
the arm of her chair. “Tell you what
it is,” he went on, looking at her with
all his honest heart in his honest eyes,
“I wish you would let me go on help-
ing you ; through life, I mean. I'm
not much good at talking, but I know
what I mean, and I'll alway’s do my
best for you. Will you try me ? Will
you—Gwen ?”
And Gwen said, “I will.”’— London
Truth.
TT SIA
The Spice Habit.
Barroom Nibbling Almost as Bad a Practice as
Barroom Tippling.
New York Herald.
“It is not the liquor itself which ex-
cessive drinkers consume that causes all
the woes they suffer,” said a physician,
who is also a man of the world, in a
cafe overlooking ‘Herald’ square. “In
wany cases the liquor habit is accom-
panied by another, almost equally per-
nicious, which I call the spice habit. It
is as insidious and almost as hurtfal as
the other. It arises from the custom
which American drinkers have establish-
ed of nibbling at cloves, peppercorn,
allspice, bits of cinnamon, scraps of
lemon peel, calamus or other pungent
condiments after swallowing their be-
verage.
“In every well ordered barroom now-
a-days is to be found a tray containing
some or all of the spices I have named,
and from it three men out of five who
take drinks in the place will select a bit
of this or that condiment after finishing
their tipple. These nuisances are taken
in a majority of cases either to remove
the taste of the liquor from the drinker’s
mouth or the odor of it from his breath,
but so common has the practice become
that in many instances it is as much a
habit as the drinking itself.
“The evils of it are severe and varied.
Cloves sare a powerful irritant to the
stomach, and not infrequently they re-
main in it ucassimilated, serving as a
nucleus for the crystallizations of alka-
line properties, until finally they gather
a coating which gives them the appear-
ance of globules of glass. Peppercorns,
which many drinkers eat between tip-
ples, have a highly debilitating effect
upon the system; cinnamon dépresses the
‘action of the heart, and calamus, or
sweet flag root, has a bad effect upon
the liver.
“The spice babit—and many drink-
ing men are such slaves to it that they
carry cloves or other condiments in
their pockets to nibble at in their work-
ing hours—is scarcely less injurious to
its victims than alcohol. It isan evil,
more morever, which proprietors of
saloons are largely responsible for in-
creasing.”
- A Living WirNEss.—“I was troub-
led for a long time with a disagreeable
ttching sensation, and breaking out all
over my body. I suffered terribly at night
and could not sleep. I thought sone
times Ishould loose my mind. I took
medicine of several physicians but noth-
ing I could take did me any good. I'had
almost given up hope of a cure when I
was advised by an old friend to try
Hood’s Sarsaparilla. I purchased a bot-
tle and had not taken a half dozen doses
before there was a change for the better.
I continued with Hood’s Sarsaparilla
and to day I am as sound a manas I
ever was in my life. Considering my
age every one is surprised at my good
bealth and I am a living witness to the
merits of Hood’s Sarsaparilla.”
Henry Herchelroth, Mt. Joy, Pa.
——“Beg your pardon, sir, but youn
seem to he staring at me in a strange
fashion. Do you see anything about me
that is familiar to you ?”’
“Yes, sir, my umbrella.”
Ex President Harrison has had
his beard trimmed, but no political
significance is attached to the experi-
ence,
— For a cold in the head it will be |
found that a few grape of camphor on
one’s handkerchief held to the nose will
soon give relief.
7
Noble Kate Marsden.
Great Work Inaugurated Among the Suffering
Lepers of Siberia.—Endured Untold Hard-
ships-—Risked Her Lifein a Thousand Ways
Among the Russian Criminals That She
Micht Alleviate Their Misery.
Are.
The sublime unselfishness of Kate
Marsden is the nearest approach todi-
vinity which the world has ever wit-
essed, says the Chicago Herald.
We first hear of Kate Marsden as a
purse whe through her great sympa-
thy, endeared herself to all she came
in contact with. She became so inter-
ested in what she bad read aud heard
of the horrible sufferings of the lepers,
and was so thoroughly imbued with
the idea that it was her duty to do all
she could for them that any thought of
sacrifice on her part never suggested
itself to her.
Her mind once made up, she solicit-
ed an interview with Queen Victoria,
which was granted. The Queen was
so pleased with her and was so in fav-
or of her project that she in turn inter-
ested the Princess of Wales, who im-
mediately wrote her sister, the Empress
of Russia, who responded at once, ex-
pressing great pleasure that she could
be of any use and doing everything in
her power to assist. It was owing to
her efforts that Miss Marsden secured
written recommendatious to all the au-
thorities and officers of the country.
She left England for Siberia the latter
part of 1890. When she reached St.
Petersburg the Empress of Russia
gave her a reception, and upon leav-
ing presented her with a large sum of
money to be used at ber discretion.
What the local authorities failed to
accomplish in sixty-six years she ef
fected in a year and a half. There is
a tone of sensationalism that rons
through Kennan's experiences in Si-
beria. making one a little doubtful in
regard to the hardships endured. The
element of truth which predominates
in all that Kate Marsden has had to
say of dangers passed through leaves
noroom for doubt that what she suf-
fered far surpassed anything experienc-
ed by him. She left Moscow for
Siberia the first of February, 1891, her
objective point being Jakuask, the ex-
treme province of Eastern Siberia. She
left the train at Slatust, and from there
had to travel by sledge. She wore a
peculiar costume of furs, flannels and
boots, and was so thoroughly wrapped
up as to be most uncomfortably com-
fortable. She was on these sledges for
months, traveling thousands of miles.
And then for a long time she used the
tarantas wagons. The trip seemed so
much longer on account of the miser-
able roads, the wretched ’ post stations
and different places where they were
obliged to put up for the night. She
stopped atthe different capitals in order
to rest as well asto gain the asgistance
‘of the Governors, churchmen and other
influential persons and, through the re-
commendations which the Empress of
Russia had given her, she was enabled
to organize several collection commit-
tees and was assured of substantial as-
sistance.
She reached Jakutsk in June,
where official notice of her intened
visit had preceded her. It is to Jak-
utgk that the Russian Government
banishes the most dangerous criminals
and it was here she found so many
lepers compelled to live in the forests
among such horrible surroundings as
to occasion extreme suffering. The
inhabitants refuse to have anything to
do with the lepers, as they believe the
disease is not only contagious but a
direct curse of the devil. But whyshould
that frighten some of the hardened
criminals who infest this region, and
who have left neglected no work al-
lotted them by his satanic majesty,
passes comprehension. Nothing had
been done to alleviate their sufferings
or to assist them in any way before
Miss Marden’s visit.
The poor creatures io the Baltic re-
gions of Russia, in Palestine and Tur-
key have been more fortunate in that
efforts have been made to make them
less miserable while life lasted. It
was these countries that Miss Marsden
visited in order to find the best possible
method to pursue in the work to be
carred on in Jakutsk., When she left
Jakutsk to visit the lepers in that vic-
inity she was accompanied by fifteen
men, comprising farmers, soldiers and
State officers. They took with them
thirty horses and covered 1800 miles
before they made the rounds. The in-
habitants of the districts had to cut a
path through the dense forests and
marshes which had never been visited
by a European, and this was done for
nearly one thousand miles. The dan-
gers and hardships of this nnprecedent-
ed ride were of so incredible a nature
that Miss Mareden carefully prepared
official reports and affidavits in regard
to them. The wildness of the Jakutic
horses, the heat and dampness of the
climate, the fear of insects, bears forest
fires and storms, made up a series of
adventures never before endured by a
woman. She consulted with the offi-
ciale, who accompanied ber, in regard
to the best location for her future col
ony, which should comprise cottages,
hospitals, etc., and was so enthusiastic
in all that she did as to awaken the
greatest confidence wh erever she went.
The lepers had lost all confidence in
mankind owing to the unsuccessful at-
tempts made by the local governments
of Eastern Siberia to alleviate their
condition. The only assistance they
had wag given them by one of the men
from the village, who visited their
locality once or twice a week. He
never dared come ‘near the hovels in
which they lived, packed in to over-
flowing, all ages, different sexes and in
an atmosphere reeking with filth, and
sometimes rendered more terrible than
at others on account of the dead bodies,
which the living had been too weak to
remove. This messenger made his
presence known by loud cries, which
sometimes were answered immediately,
but oftener were not heard for a long
time. He usually brought the most
unwholesome food and clothes that
were too ragged and dirty for use.
Some of them had a cow, which
shared the “jurta’ or hovel with them
and was the means of saving them
from starvation while waiting for these
supplies. Of course, the messenger
never saw the lepers, but left what he
had brought at the appointed place,
and then these weak and suffering
creatnres crawled, often on their hands
and koees, back and forth till they had
secured it all.
Kate Marsden, after a short rest in
which she was hot by any means idle,
asshe arranged the plans for the dif-
ferent buildings and adopted measures
tor organization, started on her return
trip in August. Of course, the journey
from Jakutsk to Moscow was as diffi-
cult to make as the one from Moscow
to Jakutsk, but with indomitable cour-
age 80 characteristic of the woman she
bore the.hardships of the return trip.
The receptions she met with at diff:
erent places on the road were most
gratifying. She conferred with the
different committees and everywhere
large donations were made for her
work. In St. Petersburg and Moscow
she worked for four months with a
zeal and an energy that were simply
inspiring, producing splendid results,
She had large sums of money given
her, the Empress donating 3000 rubles
and the heir-apparent 5000. She per-
suaded the mother superior of one of
the convents to send to Jakutsk in
May five nuns who were willing to
nurse the lepers. She interested the
doctors and organized a society for the
investigation of this dreadful disease.
She met the aristocracy and awakened
a desire in them to contribute for the
benefit of the sufferers; in short, she
accomplished what she had deemed
impossible even in her wildest expecta-
tions, When she reached England she
received the hearty approval of Queen
Victoria in a letter recommending her
efforts and the work which she had
accomplished and wished to accom-
plish. This was the means of awaken-
ing a wider interest in her work
throughout England aod her numer-
ous contributions came to her from all
sides.
It ie a matter of congratulation and
gratitude on the part of the American
people to know that their country, bar-
ring 18olated instances, is free from this
terrible scourge, significantly called by
the Russians ‘‘the curse of the devil.”
In certain parts of Minnesota there are
a few cases of leprosy, which have been
confined to Norwegian immigrants. It
has not been ascertained to what if
any degree the disease is contagious.
A contributor to the Fortnightly Re-
view is of the opinion that the disease
isextremely contagious, and wherever
it makes its appearance the patient
should be strictly isolated. Dr. Rohe,
an authority on the subject, says that
there are but three cases of leprosy in
Maryland.
Some years ago Mrs. Ourblanc,
whose father came from the southern
part of France, developed leprosy. She
died, leaving four sons and two daugh-
ters, the first, second and fourth sons
and a daughter became lepers. They
had all lived with their mother. A
nephew who lived in the neighborhood
and a young woman pot related in any
way to the family but who bad nursed
the mother became lepers. The same
fate befell a young man who had often
slept with the fourth son.
There is as yet no known remedy
tor this terrible pest, and itis a mys-
tery how contagion will attack one
member of the family and leave the
others only to appear in the next gen-
eration or sometimes later.
To Much Discount on a Blue Chip.
From the Albany Evening Journal.
Lew Dockstader, the burt-cork artist
tells a good story of a reformed gambler
which 1s worth repeating. Two gamblers
who had been in business for a long
time and grown rich, decided to dissolve
partnership, one because he desired to
reform and the other for the reason that
he thought he could find wider and bet-
ter fields in the work. The one who de-
sired to give up his wicked life became
known to the Christian people, and he
was installed in the fold of the church.
The old partner went west with bis par-
aphernalia and flourished.
At the end of the year he came back
to the old town to visit his former part-
ner. It was Sunday night when he ar-
rived, so he went directly to the church
and took an aisle seat in the back part.
Soon the organ began to play some hive-
ly music and two men walked down the
aisle bearing silver plates. One of them
was the reformed gambler. As the pen-
nies and nickles began to drop into the
plate the prosperous gambler rummaged
in his pockets for some change, and
when his old partner passed him he drop-
ped a blue chip into the plate. The re.
formed man looked up quickly and
recognized his partner. The blue chip in
the plate made him nervous. He didn’t
like to pick it out for fear some one
would think he was taking money from
the plate, so he shook the silver recep-
tacle to work it under, but the chip be-
ing lighter than the coin it always came
to the top. As he reached the rail with
his back to the congregation he quickly
lifted up the chip and dropped a silver
dollar in its stead. It was neatly done,
but the preacher had observed it, and as
he walked over to accept alms he said
softly :
“Deacon, a blue chip-calls for five.”
Tr
——To a Philadelphia reporter who
asked J. S Coxey the other day if he
intended to run for the presidency the
common-wealer replied : “I have got
something bigger to attend to now. the
feeding of millions on millions of starv-
ing men.” And then in a little while
he went into the elegant dining room of
the Hotel Bellevue and atiended to the
feeding of one of the millions,who bears
the name of J. 8 Coxey.
——When a man is in earnest on the
subject of curing his sick-headaches let
him ask C M. Parrish the leading drug-
gist of the city, for Ramon’s Tonic Liv-
er Pills (and Pellets). There is no oth-
er remedy like it on the market, It is
not a single medicine, but a course of
treatment based on the formula of a
famous physician. It is a positive spe-
cific for all forms of biliousness, disor-
dered liver, sour stomach, ete. Sample
free.
For and About Women.
1
i The new presiding officer of Harvard
| annex, that is tosay, the dean of Rad-
cliffe college, is to be Miss Agnes Irwin,
| a Philadelphian with high reputation as
| a teacher. Miss Irwin will have charge
| chiefly of the social side of the college
' life, and will look after most of the de-
tails and assume many of the resonsi-
bilities which have hithertolbeen part of
the work of the members of the corpora-
tion. Miss Irwin is about 60. and a
principal of a well-known school.
The blouse and blazer craze has al-
ready begun.
A pretty summer gown lately exhi-
bited was of china lawn of very fine
quality, with two tiny ruffles on the
skirt. These ruffles were edged with lace
and the lace was headed by tiny baby
ribbon in absinthe ‘green. The bodice
had bretelles of ribbon and epaulettes of
lace, with, of course, a sash of the rib-
bon to finish the waist, for no summer
frock is complete without a sash.
A third beauty was a peppermint
striped lawn, with a yoke in three points
outiined in beading, through which
black satin baby ribbon was drawn. A.
black satin sash out lined the waist and
on the sleeves were rows of beading,
with the ribbon run through. The skirt
had two tiny knife-plaitings.
Miss Frances Willard announces in
London that owing to the financial
stress in the United States she returns
to the National Women’s Christian
Temperance Union her last two years”
salary as president o. that organization.
A lovely afternoon gown was of blue
India silk dotted in white. The skirt.
was quite plain, but the bodice made up.
for this priraness by a riot of velvet rib-
bon and lace that was bewitching. The
neck was cut round and finished by a
narrow velvet plaiting. From this was
a fall of exquisite lace that reached the
waist line back and front and spreading
out over the double puffed sleeves. These
sleeves had a ruffle of lace that was put
on at the elbow, being held there by a
butterfly bow of the velvet ribbon. A
sash ending in a close rosette in front,
with two long ends reaching to the
bottom of the skirt,completed the pretty
toilette.
Frequently it happens that the eye-
brows and lashes become pale, depleted
—many little stiff hairs tbat, though
colorless are not honestly white ap-
pearing. Vaseline rubbed night and
morning onto the lids and brows will
restore the hairs to their normal hue
and vitality.
Black lace insertions are in great use
this season in inch and two-inch widths,
laid flatly on the dress fabric, and not
inserted as formerly.
That girl never looks cool who doesn’t
know how to dress herself for the sum-
mer days, says the Ladies Home Jour-
nal. A hot-looking wool frock or the
stiffly-starched cotton one,both of them,
pot only look warm,but they feel warm,
so to the girl who is forced to weara
woolen gown during the summer, who
believes that she cannot indulge in some
pretty cottons that will not need to
visit the laundry, I am going to suggest
that after the wool skirt has been fresh-
ened up and remodeled, mended and
bound, that she take a little money and
invest it in one or two shirt waists. If
she feels she can only get one, then she
buys a dark silk, blue or black, with
possibly a little figure upon it in white.
Ifshe feels that she can afford more,then
there are innumerable cotton ones that
may be gotten at very reasonable prices,
but these, of course, will bave the added
expense of the laundry, for they cannot
stand being worn many times without
being laundered. The dark blue silk
blouse, made with large sleeves, turned-
over collar, so that the throat has an op-
portunity to be cool, may be worn with
almost any colored skirt. If, in addition
to this, mygirl can get a plain black
surah waist, then I would suggest that
she trim the collar and cuffs of it with
narrow bands of the coarse black lace,
which is so much in vogue. It is not
expensive, und does not claim to be any-
thing more than it really is.
. Possessed of the shirt waists and the
freshened skirt, there will be worn the
ribbon or folded belt, of which one
grows less tired than of the leather one,
and I want to remind you that, to look
tidy, vour skirt must not sag in the
back down from under your belt. To
prevent this, place two hooks one on
each side of the placket hole, on the
belt of the skirt ; then have the eyes to
correspond on the inside of the belt
proper, and fasten these so that the belt
will draw the skirt into position. In
the silk blouse have a thin lining, but
in the cotton ones I do not think any
is necessary, as for them you will, of
course, use the zephyr or better quality
gingham, which is sufficiently thick not
to need an inner lining. Do not at-
tempt to wear white linen collars and
cuffs with your silk blouse unless you
can afford to have them always im-
maculate. They certainly give a very
attractive look to any costume, but they
soil very easily and the expense of laun-
dering them is apt to be great. White
belongings, not absolutely clean, are
distressing.
If I were to be asked what was the
most popular fabric, judging from the
number wearing it, I should say that it
was black and white checked silk. Never
have I seen so many and yet go thor-
oughly contrasting frocks all made from
the same material. One had a collar of
cerise satin, a draped jacket of lace
caught by a butterfly bow of the bright
color. The overskirt,draped high on one
side, has an immense bow to correspond.
Another seen has bands of cream lace
insertion on the bodice and three to cor-
respond around the bottom of the draped
gkirt. A green satin stock and sash added
a bit of French prettiness to the rather
somber combination.
| A third, fashioned on a different plan
altogether, has a bodice of pale heliotrope
silk,covered with accordion-plaited black
chiffon. A dainty trimming of narrow
heliotrope velvet ribbon covered with
black insertion outlined the seams of
the skirt.