Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, September 21, 1894, Image 2

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Bellefonte, Pa., Sept. 21, 1894.
I think about the nearest thing to heaven there
could be s
Would be to be a Jedge an’ ride atone:
own liberty,
He has passes in his pocket an’ wears the best
of clothes, 5 :
An’ the porters are polite to him no matter
who else goes :
They know he’s got the 'fluence if he hasn't
got the “tin.” .
An’ when they see him comin’, they say oa
And when he gets aboard the train to go off
anywhere, :
You bet they hustle round and see he gets
the softes’ chair,
An’ plush to put his feet on an’ a pillar for his
An’ when he wants a sleeper, gets the softes’
feather bed,
For a Jedge is mighty handy to stan’ in with,
don’t you see ?
That's why he get's a ticket that says,
But when he gets to heaven—will his pass
avail him there ?
Will it get him through the portals and buy a
golden chair ?
When St. Peter takes that pasteboard an’
scans it o'er and o’er.
Will he say : “I'm glad to see ye, Jedge,” an’
open up the door ?
Oh, no; he'll call the bell boy, with a
“make’s me tired’ frown,
An’ say : ‘Gabriel, take this gentleman an’
— Topeka State Journal.
“What a maivelous over pillows you
possess. Thank you ; how kind you
are! I wonder if you are as hon-
; “As much so as women general
“Ma foi ! have I offended ? I beg
pardon. Camp life has made me rude.
I wonder what brought you to such a
place as this.”
“Another wonder which I can better
satisfy. Selfishness brought me here.
I came to relieve my own suffer-
“In doing good to others worse off.
That is a peculiar selfishness ; but
have you suffered really ?”
“So much eo that I must not speak
of it. Why were you speculating on
my honesty ?”
“Because I wish to ask a plain ques-
tion and receive a straightforward
“En avant.”
“I feel pretty sure of you—more go
than of three men who potter over me
with ‘Well, my boy, we must turn you
out before long.” Turn me out ; yes,
indeed, they will. What I wish to ask
ie, how much longer you think I'll
last 2”
He was not much more than a boy,
and looking into his fine clear eyes, I
hated for once to tell the truth. But
day by day I had watched him with
the motherly tenderness fate had de-
nied my spending over children of my
own ; and each day I had seen the sil-
ver cord slipping, slipping—slowly,
barely perceptible, yet very surely
loosening. After he spoke and lay
there closely watching for my answers,
scanning eagerly my face, which was
too well tutored to express even pity
when I chose it should not, I was si-
lent for a while.
ens you tell me?” he plead-
“I want to see you strive more hope-
fully for health.”
A faint smile curled his [ip.
“Like all the rest,” he whispered to
“I think not,” was the reply, while
for a moment a prayer from my heart
went up for the youth and manhood
ebbing, but as one drop from the na-
tions heart, one drop of the great red
artery, carrying away in the stealthy
flow the pride and glory of our
homes. -
“How much longer, then,” he re
peated, “do you think I'll last ?”
“God only knows, my dear young
friend ; not many days unless there is
reaction.” /
He closed his eyes and became a lit-
tle paler, but I did not fear any harm.
I knew I had done rightly. He was
one to bear truth.
“Thank you,” he said at last, and
grasped my hand.
“Bat you must care more to live ;
you must not be so passive,” I told
“No ; if you knew all you would not
think so.”
“You told me you had not; have
you not sisters, some one whose pres-
ence would cheer you.
“No,” he replied, but the gathering
frown of pain and annoyance warned
me to change the topic. I rearranged
the trifles near him and was about
leaving him, hoping that sleep would
refresh him, but he begged me to stay.
So I took up a book and began softly
reading, but that also had not the de-
sired effect.
“There is one person I wish to see
before I die,” he renewed. “I am not
sure she, would come,” he muttered,
‘yet I wish, I long, I must see her.
Will you write, or will you go—that
would be better—go for her ? Tell her,
Florence Withers, that I, Dick Temple
am dying, and she must come. bid me
good-by, or my ghost.” He buried his
face in his pillow, and I, with a heart
aching for his loneliness, promised to
do his bidding.
That is why I am waiting the re-
turn of the liveried man, who has ush-
ered me in this sumptuous room and
carried my card and note to the lady I
have never heard of nor seen be:
The house does not differ from the
many of wealth and fashion I have
been in ; the same elegance and luxury |
and repose reign in all. There is no
more to be guessed from it than from
the glistening garb a woman wears at
her bridal ; no more, no less. The
taste of the upholsterer and the mo- |
diste is about all we get at from either. |
—tulle, blossoms
I was rather startled by the foot-
man’s return and message in the midst
of this reverie, but was too conscious
of the necessary calmness and imper-
turbability in the presence of such func-
tionaries to betray myself. :
“Will you please go upstairs ?"
“Certainly,” and I followed his
Noiselessly we went through the
vast ball, up the broad, carved, oaken
staircase, to the door where I was ush-
red in alone.
A young maid-servant met me and
whispered quickly :
“My mistress has been very ill; for
weeks we have thought something was
wrong here,” tapping her forehead
with her finger ; “but as soon as she
read your noteshe brightened and said
she must see you. The nurse is out,
and I don’t know whether it’s right,
You will please tell the nurse it’s not
my fault if you see her.”
The room was darkened, the heavy
curtains down, so the sunshine filter-
ing through them had the purple
tinge of twilight.
On a low cushioned lounge, half lost
in the pillows, I espied white drapery,
and a soft, sweet voice gave me wel-
come. 1 approached and told my er-
rand cautiously for 1 reckoned rightly
that I was not the bearer of glad ti-
At the first glance of the face seem-
ed to reiterate what the maid had
whispered. It was an exquisite face,
the kind that men rave about; of flow-
er-like beauty and mold, tint and tex-
ture. The long, sweeping lashes rais-
ed slowly and the eyes gazed abstract-
edly, like a child's waking out of a
dream. She looked at'me as if striv-
ing to recall my personality, which I
gently explained was one she had no
cognizance of. Then she looked at my
note and the light of full reason swept
away the misliness of doubt which
veiled her face of expression.
“You have come from
Richard Temple. Sit down hsre by
me and tell me all about him. Is he
so ill? Was he very badly wound-
ed ?7
“Very badly, very cruelly wounded,”
I replied, not surprised to see the sud-
den swaying of her slender form, as
ash trees bend with a sudden gust and
a great driving falls of tears.
“You know, do you not, that he is
no relative of mine—that, as Mrs.
Withers, I ought not even call him
friend ?” :
“No; he did not tell me so.”
‘iBut he is dying ; you cannot deny
it. It is not wrong for me to think of
bim pow ; isit? I am glad he is dy-
ing, for I can love him now ; there is
no narm init. My darling, darling,
oh, how I have been punished! I
wonder if God ever forgives such as I
—women false to their better na-
tures ?”
“He forgives all who repent.”
“But I have been forced into repen-
tance after cloaking myself in deceit, I
knew Richard loved me long ago,
though he had not said itin plain
words ; every look and action was full
of tenderness ; but I was spoiled with
flattery and adulation,and piqued that
he gave me none; so, in wicked co-
quetry, I allowed others to suppose my
heart was free.
“Three summers ago we were at
Lake G. Papa vever fancied Richard.
because his family was not distingu-
ished and he was very ambitious that I
should make a grand match ; so before
I realized what I was doing,
I was betrothed to Mr. Withers. At
first the novelty and sensation of the
thiog amused me, and for a week or
two I was quite happy ; but one even-
ing Richard came back from a trip in
the mountains and I was so glad to
see him that I quite forgot my fiance.
We strolled around the piazza alone,
for Mr. Withers had gone sailing,
which I could never be induced to do,
and at last sauntered in where the peo-
ple were dancing. The music drowned
our voices, and we were sheltered by
the bay window ; but in a pause of the
band Richard told me the old, old story
which it was too late now for me to
hear. It stunned me so completely
that [ forgot where I was—that his
arm was around me and his lips near
mine; but so differently was I moved,
go much more my heart responded to
his glowing words than tothe stately
offer I had before received, that I dared
not tell the truth. For a little
while my silence sufficed him; my
heart was beating so tumultuously I
could not speak ; and he was happy—
for a short time only, for directly Mr.
Withers came for me to dance, calling
me familiarly ‘Florence ;’ and I, quick-
ly drawing off my glove, showed him
my manacle; the ciamoon’s flashed
truth in his eyes, and I whirled away
in a redowa with Mr. Withers.
“I have not seen him since. I knew
he enlisted as a private; I heard that
he was wounded, and that shock and
the death of my child have almost
crazed me ; but I have told you all
this, so you can advise me. Shall I go
to him, or will it be wrong ?”
Had ehe been my own child I could
not bave more pitied her, or been less
puzzled how to reply. There was her
beautiful face looking up at me
with the pleading that another face ly-
on a lonely cot had worn.
“Where is your husband ? Ask his
permission,” I evaded.
“He is away from home."
“Can you not write ?"’
She shuddered a little,
too late then.”
It may be I was sinning for a mo-
ment in thinking there could be no
wrong in her yielding to the dictate of
her heart this once—for once leiting
custom and appearance, aye, even du-
ty, stand aside ; but any woman with
natural feeling in her bosom would
have been tempted, as I was to tell her
to go, for there she wae, watching me
with painfal intensity and apprehen-
gion, as if the boon she craved were in
my gift.
“Just once before he dies,” she
“It may be
Lace and damask, ormulu and bronze , whispered.
“But the cost of that once—your
husband’s anger—"’ x
She sprang to her feet, “Do you
think I care for the cost, or in what
way I may suffer for it, while he lies
there dying all alone?” .
“You have vowed before God to
obey your husband. Do you candidly
believe he would be willing ?”
She sank down again, huekily utter-
ing, “No.”
My heart was full of pity, but I had
the strength to say : “Then, my dear
Mrs. Withers, it is very plain to me
that even this wish is one you must
not harbor, though to stifle it makes
your cross ten times heavier.”
I clasped her hand and drew her
head down on my bosom, where it lay
motionless for some time; nor would
I have had her know the defiant
thoughts which I was hurling at the
world and all its mockeriea.
When I rose to go she thanked me
with earnest gravity and bade me tell
Richard, with great tenderness, that
though she had always loved him, she
was striving to be a true wife. Her
face had lost all its color, and her eyes
had almost a dull opaqueness. With
assurances that I would do all in my
power to comfort him, I left her—left
her in the gorgeous purple twilight of
her darkened room, crowned with youth
and beauty and sorrow, for
“this is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow’s crown of sorrow is
Remembering happier things.”
It was very hard for me to go back
to that little hospital cot with so empty
a return for the impatient longings
spent in vain. .
But be bore it manfully, without a
tremor in his voice or lip, weak as he
was ; and I lavished upon him all the
gentleness and care I could command.
The end was not far off. The shad-
ows were growing longer and gather-
ing denser. Life receding; eternity
drawing nigh. Every day 1 strove to
make the narrow path lighter with the
truth and rob death of its gloom. He
had a fearless, bright spirit, seldom
giving way to doubts. Never again
had he spoicen of Florence Withers.
One snowy afternoon, I finishing a
Psalm, the 23d, thought him asleep,
and knowing his extreme weakness,
rather fearfully bent down to listen to
his breathing ; it was soft as an ia-
fant’'s. I saw his lips move and heard
one word ; it was only “Floy"—per-
haps thought I, he is praying, aod I
moved silently away. :
It must have been so, and his pray-
er was answered, for when I came
back I found a koeeling figure at his
gide and his head pillowed in Florence's
Standing alone and gazing out the
window was a gentleman whom I knew
must be Mr. Withers, and so individ-
ually grateful was I for this, his unsel-
fish deed, that I regarded him as hold-
ing that rarest of all titles, “Nature's
Nobleman.” They were justin time.
Death came with the twilight.
I never have known what prompted
Mr. Withers to this kindness, but well
assured am I that in doing it be took
the surest methods toward gaining the
affection which, through no fault of
his, had been lavished on another.
She Stole Thousands.
Arrest of a Pretty Beaver Valley Postoffice Clerk
—Opened Registered Letters and Entered
Forged Receipts as Having Been For warded
to Pittsburg—Queer Ways of Spending the
William H. Brady and Frank Majors
are partners in a mercantile business
in Wampum. Brady is also the village
postmaster. Miss Ella Majors, a daugh-
ter ot Brady’s partner, has been acting
as the postmaster’s assistant. The girl
is 18 years old, very pretty and moved
in the best local society.
Last week she was arrested charged
with stealing thousands of dollars. It
has been developed in connection with
the official inquiry now in progress that
Miss Majors has been a high-roller at
shopping, on such a scale as buying a
bicycle worth $125, and giving it to a
girl friend; buying a diamond ring
worth $125, from Jewelers, Cubbison &
Taylor, of New Castle; a gold watch
costing nearly $100, and sending it to a
woman in Maine, a person she had nev-
er seen, but whose exploit in some ad-
mirable performance Miss Majors had
read in some newspaper. Then there was
drygoods bills of $250 at Brown & Ham-
ilton’s, New Castle, and Boggs & Buhl’s
in Allegheny.
How these "things could have been
kept from the knowledge of her family
does not appear; or why there was no
sugpicion of something wrong among
those who sold the goods. Recently
there was trouble over missing register-
ed letters at that office and two weeks
ago the department took the matter in
hand. Detectives speedily ran the
game down.
The stealings, so far as now known,
began about the first of last May. Miss
Majors would abstract money from reg-
istered letters, sign ficticious names to
the receipts and enter them as having
been forwarded to Pittsburg. It is prob-
able that the matter will not be prosecu-
ted, as her father is abundantly able to.
to make good the losses to his partner,
Postmaster Brady.
The facts stated are on the authority
of a detective who has been working the
mo —————
Through Space ‘Without Limit and
Time Without End.
We have hundreds of times studied
the grandeur of mountains and oceans,
in summer ani winter, in sunshine and
storm, in our own and other lands.
We have hundreds cf times, in the
great cathedrals and churches of our
own country ani Europe, listened to
music that has carried our thoughts
far above this little world we inhabit,
But we have never been more filled
with won ler and admiration, and pro-
found gratitude to the Almighty, than
when on calm ani beautiful nights,
such as we have had manv the past
summer, we have looked up into the
quiet heavens anl watched the stars
moving in granl procession across the
sky, and thought of the Infinite Power
that created anl controls them in their
great revolutions through space with-
out limitani tine without end.—Geo.
T. Angell.
Republican Testimony.
Business Prosperity Now Assured—The Cal-
amity Howler Scored.
Philadelphia, under date of September
ial, which predicts a new era of real,
steadfast prosperity :
It is both interesting and instructive
to contrast the deliberately expressed
opinions of a genuinely representative
business man, unusually competent and
experienced with those of the ‘“‘disjoin-
ted thinkers” of the radically partisan
organs which daily proclaim that thers
is and that there can be no revival of
manufacturing and commercial activity,
for the reason that, with the repeal of
the McKinley act prosperity took its
flight from the United States never to
return again.
Mr. Chauncey M. Depew, a staunch
and radical Republican, who is held in
such high esteem by his party as to be
considered by its most distinguished
leaders as a fit candidate for the highest
national and State political honors said
to the Homburg correspondent to the
New York Herald, on the 8th inst.:
“The settlement of the tariff question
is the beginning of a new era of pros-
perity. * * * Confidence is restored
—that means everything to us. The in-
dustrial energy of the 70,000,000 people
in the country, not yet fully developed,
is restless when credit and stability are
“There is no end of idle money which
will now seek active employment. In
less than two years the panic of 1893-94
wiil be forgotten. Mines, furnaces,
mills and factories will be in full opera-
tion : railroads will be conveying profit-
able traffic, and the movement of inter-
nal commerce and the free circulation of
currency or the equivalent in business
and wages will certainly increase the
demand for everything produced upon
the farm or elsewhere,”
Mr. Depew is the President of one of
the most comprehensive, profitable and
ably managed railroad systems in the
United States. He is a business man in
the broadest, most practical meaning of
the term, and, as such, his opinion re-
garding the business of the country is
worth more than all the croakings of
all the wreckless, unthinking, unserup-
ulous and prejudiced partisan organs,
leaders and agitators from Maine to
New Mexico. They croak the wish
that is father to their croaking.; he
speaks impartially, in wise judgment,
and from prolonged, informing experi-
What Mr. Depew says is confirmed
not only by reason, by common sense,
by the character, the enterprise, the
energy and the intelligence of the
American people, but by the actual
business conditions of the passing day.
For instance, the new tariff repeals the
bounty on sugar, and in consequence,
say the prophets of “calamity,” the pro-
duction of sugar,especially of the beet root
variety must cease. That has been the
continuous croak of the partisan croak.
ers ; the answer to itis to be found in
the fact that in Oregon, in which State
the beet root is largely cultivated, cer-
tain capitalists have within the last few
days organized a company, with a capi-
tal of $1,000,000, for the construction of
beet. root sugar refineries. This is but
one of many instances throughout the
country of fact controverting invercaci-
ous croaking. Since the tariff question
has been settled, and its has been practi-
cally settled for, at least, three years,
and by its settlement fixed conditions
established and confidence regained, the
stock market, that unfailing test of the
status of business, has been giving the
most assuring indications of reviving
prosperity ; the great transportation
companies, which are the porters of
trade, carrying the raw material to the
works and the product of industry from
the mills, factories, furnaces, forges
and shops to the markets and the cross-
roads, have increased their traffic and
their earnings. In all branches of
trade reports are favorable. From New
York it is reported that ‘‘in the dry
goods line many jobbers state that thus
far during the present month transaec-
tions have exceeded those of two years
ago, when the demand was the largest
ijn the history of dry goods trade.”
Prices it is stated, are “firm and advanc-
ing.” The boot and shoe jobbers make
a similarly gratifying report. Ship-
ments from Boston last week were of
89,650 cases as against 57,000 cases for
the corresponding week of last year; of
84,826 cases in 1893 and 80,939 in 1891.
In other trades, even in woolen, iron,
steel and tin industries, which are most
affected by the new tariff, there is shown
renewed activity.
Why should not the country now
enter upon a new era of prosperity?
The question of the currency has been
definitely, unchangeably determined in
favor of a sound, safe, honest one; our
industries have a known settled basis to
build upon; manufacturers know pre-
cisely the conditions under which they
ure to operate. American enterprise,
thrift, energy, courage will readily adapt |
themselves to the new economic status,
and if there is in sight no expensive
business boom, there are the most satis-
factory indications of reviving prosperi-
ty, of that real, steadfast prosperity
The Public Ledger (Republican) of |
12, 1894, publishes the following editor- !
which is better than any spasmodic
But facts, however conclusive they
may be, are not likely to silence the
partisan croakers, whose policy is to
serve party expedience at no maiter
what sacrifice of the country’s welfare.
The people, however, will learn the
truth, as it is certain to be made mani-
fest by the activity and profitable
growth of trade, and they will be then
no more alarmed by them then is the
timid tra veler by the croaking of the
frogs at nighttall in the roadside
Back to Jefferson.
The St. Louis Republic under the
above caption says:
“Coxeyism and Debsism have com-
pleted the picture begun by the Repub-
licans in 1890. 2
Extend the powers of the Federal
Government. Having extended them,
employ them to serve the ends of the
persons, the classes or the sections which
have influence with the dominating
force of politicians. There is the idea.
The logic of the idea in application
has been painted in the McKinley tar-
iff, the force bill, the depleted Treasury,
the Sherman act, the Coxey march and
thes Debs strike. In essence all these
deeds and attempts are alike; they are
all the product of the social chemistry
of paternalism. In 1890 protection,
sectional prejudice and lavishness reach-
ed a point of development where they
showed what they were. In 1894 Coxey
and Debs appeared with the demand
that the laws be suspended and the
powers of Government used to satisfy
minorities which were not satisfied with
the ballot.
Results were alarm in trade, losses in
all lines of business, except monopolies
—disturbance of balances and discour-
agement of production. The Republi-
can acts of 1890 were designed to subor-
dinate the general business of the coun-
try to the interest of small minoritie.
The currency was disarranged that the
silver miners might have a bullion mar-
ket, The revenu was manipulated to
turn the channels of trade toward a few
industries. To please lobbyists the
Treasury was bankrupted and the satety
ot the currency still further endangered
Coxey and Debs only supplemented
the Republican policy.
The picture in sharp and vivid colors
is before the American people. What
do they think of it? How do they like
the logic of paternalistic promises ?
They see what happens when Govern-
ments undertake to meddle with business
and when classes are invited to push and
eltow for the privilege of grabbing from
the bag of collective industry.
Democratic doctrine has since 1888
been glorified by its enemies. The coun-
try is recruiting Democratic precepts.
It has turned disgusted from the dema-
gogy of McKinleyism and of Coxeyism.
The romance of paternalism has been
dimmed. The public mind is back upon
the Jeffersonian platform that the laws
should prevent men from injuring each
other and then leave them free to seek
wealth and happiness.”
It has grown fashionable for Rapubli-
cans to pooh pooh the sturdy common
sense doctrine of Thomas Jefferson. He
opposed everything like paternalism,
that underlies the Republican party,
and believed, in a word, ‘that the laws
should prevent men from injuring
each other, and leave them free to seek
wealth and happiness.” Our govern-
ment is gradually slipping away from
the moorings where its founders left it,
and whither it may drift no one can tell.
In “McKinleyism’’ there is a wide de-
parture from the tariff dcetrine of the
men who made the Constitution. For
many years after the Government was
established and while our industries
were in their infancy, the duties collec-
ted at the Custom Houses was for the
purpose of paying running expenses,
and not to protect private interests. At
that day a tariff like the McKinley
would have shocked the men who made
the Government. Then the revenue
was not ‘manipulated to turn the chan-
nels of trade toward a few industries,”
nor was the Treasury ‘‘bankrupted and
tho safety of the currency still further
endangered to please lobbyists.” This
was left for the present day, and to the
Republican party. The fact, that mo-
nopolies and trusts have grown up un-
der the rule ot the Republican party, is
evident it has fostered and engrafied
the economic monstrosities on our politi-
cal system. The faster they grow, and
the more powerful they become, less
weight the people have at the ballot
box. The great strength of our govern-
ment lies in a free ballot, and this wanes
the moment combined wealth, and indi-
vidual strength, unite against it. The’
only way to check this threatened dan-
ger is for the people to return to the
plain republican methods of Jefferson,
and make their representatives in Con-
gress carry them out in Administra-
tion.-——Doylestown Democrat.
Origin of Nursery Rhymes.
Some of 1nem are Hoary With Age and Found-
ed on Fact.
“Three Blind Mice” is 8 music-book
of 1609.
“A Froggie Would a-Wooing Go”
was licensed in 1650.
“Little Jack Horner’ is older than
the seventeenth century.
“Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, Where Have
You Been ?’’ dates from the reign of
Queen Elizabeth.
“Boys and Girls, Come Out to Play”
dates from Charles IL., as does also
“Lucey Locket Lost Her Pocket.”
“Qld Mother Hubbard,” “Goosey,
Goosey Gander,” and “Old Mother
Goose’’ apparently date back to the six
teenth century.
“Cinderella,” “Jack the Giant Kil-
ler,” “Blue Beard,” and “Tom Thumb’
were given to the world in Paris in
1697. The author was Charles Per-
“Humpty-Dumpty’’ was a bold, bad
baron, who lived in the days of King
Jobn, and wus tumbled from power.
His history was put up into a riddle,
the meaning ot which is an egg.
“The Babes in the Woods” was found-
ed on an actual crime committed in
Norfolk, near Wayland Wood, in the
fifteenth century. An old house in the
neighborhood is still pointed out upon a
mantel-piece in which is carved the en-
tire history.
For and About Women.
In the United States there are 2,000
women practicing medicine, of whom
610 are specialists in the diseases of their
own sex, 70 are alienists, 65 orthopae-
dists, 40 oculists and aurists and 30
electio-therapeutists. Seventy women
hold appointments on the medical staff
of hospitals and 95 are teachers in medi-
cal schools. Of the 2,000, 130 are said to
be hoinceopaths, while 580 are classed
as “allopaths.” What particular “pathy’’
is professed by the remainder is not
stated. There are ten schools of medi-
cine for women in the States, one of
which is homaeopathic.
The latest product of the woman
wailor’s skill is as severe as the heart of
the tailor-made girl can desire. It is ap-
pallingly neat and tolerably masculine,
but there is no doubt that it gives a
sawed-off look to its wearer, which very
few wearers will appreciate.
The skirt is perfectly plain. The vest
is single-breusted and is tree trom the
suspicion of revers. It ends abruptly st
the waist line. The jacket ends a very
few incbes below, and is cut in front on
an absolutely straight plan which is
striking afler the long reign of broad
revers narrowing toward the waist and
pointed openings. The revers are nar-
row at the top, and they are the same
width all the way down. They are fas-
tened back with the big bone buttons.
Altogether the gown is one which the
woman of ample proportions will do
well to shun. If she is tall the distance
between her short jacket and the hem
of the skirt will be increased. If she is
broad she needs the narrowing effect of
tapering revers and pointed openings.
But for the little woman nothing more
suitable in the tailor-made line could be
A published report that Miss Winnie
Davis would take up her residence at
Colorado Springs, Col., and come out
for woman suffrage has elicited the state-
ment that the Daughter of the Con-
federacy will continue to live in Miss-
issippi. and that she is opposed to wo-
man suffrage.
Turquoise blue, in slight touches of
velvet or satin, makes an effective bodice
garniture for dull-leaf brown costumes.
The ingenuity of milliners, amateur
and professional, will be worn out if the
craze for wings is as great as it now
promises to be. Wings, quills and birds
will be worn on every shape of hat. For
a sailor to be worn next month a popu-
lar arrangement will consist of two
wings on each side of a rosette in the
middle of the front. The wings are
placed in Mercury positions. The popu-
lar walking hat will this season be made
of cloth, ulster material, felt, ete., and
will be decorated with cock’s plumes
put on singly, in pairs or in threes and
fours. Jet-en-crusted quills are also
popular on these shapes, stuck through
a bow of gros-grain ribbon.
Miss Annie Reynolds, of North Ha-
ven, Conn., who is to be the first
World’s Secretary of the Young Wo-
men’s Christian Association, is a gradu-
ate of Wellesley and has been a special
student at Yale. Her headquarters wiil
be in London.
Ribbons, by the way, seem more in
favor than ever, and immense bows and
rosettes seem to be planted in every
possible portion of a smart bodice or
skirt. >
A pretty little dress is of black and
white striped glace silk, finished at the
waist with a folded band of salmon pink
bengalina, straps of the same material
coming over the shoulders half way be-
tween collar and waist-band, and orna-
menting the top of the shoulders with
little upstanding folds. The front of the
bodice is trimmed with coffee-colored
guipure lace, which also forms the
epaulettes over the full leg-of-mutton
sleeves and the ruffles at the wrists. The
glace silk skirt has flat double box pleats
on eitherside, reaching from the waist
to hem, bands of guipure lace being ar-
ranged on each side of the box pleats.
The newest tie is a butterfly bow tied
in the old French style. The material
for 1t varies in accordance with the blouse
or dress fabric with which it is worn. I
saw one the other day made of black
surah with a white spot and worn with a
white linen dress, which was also very
pretty. The skirt bad large points of cut-
work embroidery all in white, and there
was a bodice having vandyke points of
similar embroidery let in as a sort of
tight yoke and similar points down-wards
from the waist. There was a little zouave
of white linen with revers faced with
black, and a pretty white straw sailor
bat was worn with a white band, the
tie fastened under a turned-down collar
of embroidery on a stiff band being the
only touch of color. Another which I
admired was wade of Indian-red silk,
with a kind of Paisley pattern, and was
worn with a prettily-built, cream-colored
silk blouse and a skirt of thin brown
serge, while a Leghorn hat with red
cranberries and a deep red surah was
worn and made a pretty contrast in
If present indications really indicat®
anything, the coming season is to be on®
of bright colors. Yesterday Isaw a love-
ly gray gown belted at the waist with
cherry-colored velvet ribbon, fastened in
an oblong bow at the back. Then I saw
a black costume with collar of the same
cherry velvet, and a girdle which fas-
tened in a huge bow at one side, the
centre of the bow being caught through
a jet buckle, and two loops above and
two below the waist—a very pretty ar-
rangement, which adds a finish to the
bodice, at the same time preserving the
slim effect at the waist. In this latter
costume the velvet continues (0 the edge
of the skirt, where it finishes in a tour-
looped bow turned the opposite way
from the one at the waist,and also caught
in with a jet buckle.
In capes the very ultra-smart thing is
of cloth, with perfectly flat shoulders,
that look very odd in comparison with
the fluffy puffed affairs we have known
so long. The only trimming consists of
rows of stitching, and just at the waist
line are two tiny diagonal flap pockets.
It is unnecessary to add that it is only
the innately stylish woman that looks
well in such a garment.