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Bellefonte, Pa., Nov. 23, 1894.
THE RUDDER.
Of what are you thinking, my little lad, with
the honest eyes of blue, :
As you watch the vessels that swiftly glide
o'er the level ocean floor?
Beautiful, graceful, silent as dreams, they
pass away from our view,
And down the slope of the world they go to
seek some far oft shore.
They seem to be scattered abroad by chance
to move at the breeze’s will,
Aimlessly wandering hither and yon, and
melting in distanee gray;
But each one moves to a purpose firm, and
the winds their sails that fill
Like faithful servants speed them all on
their appointed way.
For each one has a rudder, my dear little lad
with a stauch man at the wheel,
And the rudder is never left to itself, but
the will of the man is there ;
There is never a moment, day or night, that
the vessel does not teel
The force of the purpose that shapes her
course and the helmsman’s watchful
care.
Some day you will launeh your ship, my boy,
on life's wide, treacherous seas—
Be sure your rudder is wroucht of strength
to stand the stress of the gale; z
And your hand on the wheel, don’t let it flinch
whatever the tumult be,
For the will of the man, with the help of
God, shall conquer and prevail,
--Celia Thaxter.
WHEN ROMANCE DIES.
Pauline was pretty and I loved her.
The romance was over—we were mar-
ried—and the fellow yelling upstairs
was 2 years old. I hope I was a good
husband ; I know Pauline was a good
wife, and I ought to have been asham-
ed to do as I did about it.
It was a letter, or rather a tiny note,
written on delicate French paper, seal-
ed with a white dove and perfumed
with roses. And this is what it said
to me :
“Do old loves die out of a man’s
mind entirely ? Do you quite forget,
quite ? I believe you meant
what you used te say to me. No
matter. I have never forgotten. What
else has a woman to think ot? I
want to meet you again just as we used
to meet. Let me prophesy. There is
to be a masquerade party at your
friend Earle’s. You will havean in-
vitation for yourself and wife. Need
you show itto your wife, who doubt-
less, had rather stay at home with her
baby ? Can't you come alone?
And put a bit of that red flower that
burns in your garden in your but-
tonhole, and so be known to
“Your OLp Love.”
“Bye, baby, by.”
And who was .he writer of that epis-
tle ? She insinuated that I had made
love to her ; but that was not precisely
a clew, for what man does not do that
whenever he has an opportunity, and
what woman does not give a man an
opportunity if he pleases to take it 7”
“Bill,” cried my wife from the door-
way, “the fish is just right now, and if
you don’t come to breakfast it will be
cold. What did the postman bring
you ?"
“Nothing of importance,” I answer-
ed. Then I followed Beil to the din-
ing room.
e used to call each other Isabel and
William, but it was Bell aud Bill now.
All commonplace together, said the
devilish little note in my waistcoat
pocket. However, it prophesied cor-
rectly, for the next post brought the in-
vitation from’ my friend Earle, who
was to give a fancy dress masquerade
party on a certain evening, and who,
requested the pleasure of our com-
any.
Should I show it to Bell or not?
My conscience pricked me sorely. Bell
enjoyed such things so much, and
Bushburn was such adull place. I
walked down the garden path and
looked at the red flowers which the
writer had spoken of as ‘burning’
there, and thought what a fine imagi-
nation she must have. And I thought
of Bell going down the lane with baby
in a perambulator. and I said to my-
self, “She is content with him. I'll go
to the masquerade alone.”
The day of the party came. The
morning vanished ; evening was ap-
proaching. If I could escape to the
cab which I had charged to wait ata
certain quiet spot in the lane, while
Bell was out of sight herself. My in-
fant son was always established in
some post of observation, and would
inform the household of the peculiar
appearance of ‘‘Da-da’” at the top of
his voice. Or the little nurse girl, or
cook, espying a brigand in conical hat,
spangled jacket, silk stockings, ete.,
departing from the house, would give
the alarm. And I began to understand
how great a multitude of perils beset
the path of the sinner, until poor little
Bell herself cleared them away for
me.
“Bill,” she said, coaxingly, at tea
time, “would you mind very much if I
went with baby to spend the evening
. with Cousin Prue, and if it so happen-
ed that I should stay all night ? “She's
to be all alone, poor dear, and wants
me so dreadfully. You won’t mind,
for once ?’
“I shall be delighted,” I replied. “I
—I mean—to have you please yourself,
of course. Go, by all means, and take
little Biddy with you. And stay as
long as you pleate, my dear.
“I thought you'd feel quite cross
about it,” said Bell, “but actually I
believe you are glad to be rid of
us.
“I think you
Bell,” said I.
tion, not I.”
“Oh, whata fib! You proposed to
me twice, before I said yes,” replied
Bell.
“The proposition to visit your cousin
Prue, [ mean.”
“And I shall go, and stay as long as
I like,” eaid Bell, ‘“‘And I hope you'll
enjoy yourself very much.”
*En-en-joy,” I stammered.
why how ?”
“At home, as an old bachelor, of
course I mean,” said Bell. “Come,
Biddy. I'll go now.”
And the went—without a kiss too,
though 1 offered one.
“Perhaps when I come back, if you
are unreasonable,
“You made the propoei-
oo
deserve it,” she said, as she looked ov-
or her shoulder at me before she shut
the gate,
And three hours afterward I was a
brigand with a green velvet jacket all
apangles, and a conical hat, and a
nlack mask, and a bunch of red flow-
ers in my buttonhole, going in a cab to
meet my unknown old love at the mas-
querade. lu alittle while more I was
amid the throng, and searching for my
mysterious lady.
A Gipsy in a chort dress, and black
mask, the lace fall of which hid all
but the tip of her dainty chin. Was
that the romantic unknown ? Lydia
Price might have become such a figure,
‘| in the years that had glided by since
we met. And I had said sweet things
to Lydia.
This flower girl—could that be
Flora Burns? This Queen Elizabeth
seemed to look at me with interest.
Where was my inamorata ?
Suddenly the thought flashed upon
me, that it might be some trick played
upon me by a masculine friend. Ifso,
a pretty fool I'd make of myself, It I
had had Bell upon my arm and no red
flowers in my button hole. I should
bave been a happy man just then.
But just as this thought passed
through my mind a hand touched my
shoulder. Aad turning, Isaw a figare
draped in black silk and lace, masked
deeply, and crowned with silver stars
—*Night,” according to masqueraders
lore, and no doubt the writer of my
billet. A woman not a doubt of that
—small, delicate aud graceful. Tne
sweetest little hand—gloved to be sure
—in all the world. But who was it?
I waited for her to speak.
“You wear the flowers, I see. ‘Night’
ought to satisfy a brigand. Come
away with her where it is quieter.
There is no one in the conservatory. I
don’t believe you know me, William.”
“I do not,” I answered.
“And you’ve held my hand so of-
ten,” whispered Night. *‘Ah, well.
You men | you men! notonly do you
kiss and tell, but you kise and for-
get.”
“I don't think any one could forget
you.” I said. ‘““Are you sure I ever
knew you ?”’
“I wish bad,”
Night.
We were in the conservatory now.
The lights in colored glass flung a
strangely beautiful luster down upon
the scene. Itwas such an hour as
gives romance the upper hand with
our hearts. We sat together upon a
garden seat and che drew very close to
me, and sat quiet. After a while she
said, as though there had been no
pause :
“You see, I remember, Life is cold,
commonplace. I waat a bit of sweet-
ness and romance. 1 want to be made
love to again. Make love to me, Wil-
liam, if you haven’t quite forgotten
how.”
“I find life very matter of fact my-
self,’ Isaid. “Perhaps I should like
a bit of romance, too. but you know
I'm married.”
“So am I,” she said.
“Oh 1:
“Bat that need make no difference,”
she added.
This was cool. But man is mortal.
She dropped ber cheek against my
shoulder. I put my arm about her
waist,
I suppose
here?’ 1 said.
you are ?',
“Oh, if you can't remember, why
should I?” said she. “Where's the
ring gone you used to wear ?”’
“The ring Phemie Davis gave me?
you never said
your husband is not
“Why not tell who
I don’t wear it now. You see—"
Your wife objected 2’ said the
girl.
“Are you Phemie Davis?” I ask-
ed
“I won’ tell. “I'm married, you
know,” she said. “It's only for to
night ; butl don’t forget, though you
do. And how do you suppose my hus-
band treats me ?”!
“Not cruelly 2 I asked.
“No,” said Night. Then I heard a
sob beneath the mask. “No; but the
romance is all gone. I'm the little
woman who keeps house for him,
that’s all. Kind enough. Dresses
me well, and don’t look at me twice a
day. He goes to balls alone, and has
notes from other women, that he hides
from me. [ get duty kisses when we
part, but I bate duty kisses. Oh, he's
a good husband, only he breaks my
heart by never making love to me. I'd
rather be made love to in a sixpenny
calico, than to have such indifference
and wear velvet. And your romance is
over, too?”
“My wife don’t care for romance,” [
said. “She's content with baby. IfI
had had more sentiment in my life at
home, I shouldn’t be here to-night.
Ah, well. It's a great disappointment,
isn’t it—this world ?"’
“Yes,” answered Night. “And she’s
a plain little creature, too, your
wife 2”
“No ; she’s pretty—and good,” I an-
swered. ‘‘She’d nurse me were I ill,
work for me were I poor and helpless,
So she would for ber grandfather.
There’s no romance in it.”
“Let's have a little to-night, then,”
said the lady.
And we did. We roamed about the
conservatory ; we wandered out into
the garden, where the crocuses just
peeped above the earth; we danced a
waltz or two, and I—heaven forgive
me—made love to her—made love to
something all black and Jace and stars
and mask, who might be a Gorgon for
anght I knew, although I had a hope
that it was Phemie Davis.
“Will you unmask at supper?’ I
asked, as the grand march began. “I
want Lo see you.”
“That will spoil the romance,’ she
said.
“No,” I answered.
“Can you promise me one thing ?"
she said.
“What is it 7”
“That whatever face you see, you'll
talk to me still as you have talked (to-
night ; that you will remember how I
have dreamed, and how we have been
disappointed.”
“I cannot help remembering,” I said.
“Yon will unmask ?”’
“Yes.
SoIlled Night to the table, and
stood behind her. And the music.
clashed, and the signal was given, and
the masks dropped off, and lace half
shadowed it, and a httle black, star-
spotted fan was held before it.
I beat lower.
Let me see you,” I whispered.
And the head turned, and the fan
furied itself, and two eyes, tear-wet,
met mioe, and [ saw—
Bell—my wite.
It was a terrible trick. I think if
we had not really loved each other so
well we must have quarreled. But,
you see, the romance was there still,
And when the first red flush had died
out of my face, I stooped down again
and whispered something in her ear
that made her quite forgive me. And
to-day though looking out on our
pretty green lawn, I see baby of that
time grown so great a baby that heis
dragging another baby on his old
velocipede, while a third crows in
Bell’s round arms, I know that ro-
mance is not dead yet, nor ever need to
die, because of homely household love
and tenderness; and that I am Bell's
true lover, and she mine, still.— New
York News.
Another Horror.
The Massacre of Armenian Christians by the
Sultan's Troops.
A London correspondent in Varna
describes the recent massacre of Armen-
ian Christians as of equal importance
with the Bulgarian butcheries which led
to the Russa-Turkish war. He says:
“The trouble began with the refusal of
the Armenians to pay taxes on the
ground that the Kurdish raids bad =o
impoverished them as to render it im-
possible. This probably was true. Troops
were sent to enforce the payments, but
were beaten off. The governor of Bitlis
then arrived with an imposing force of
regulars. The people, seeing that the
struggles was hopeless, yielded, but the
governor resolved to make an example
of them. He ordered the troops to fire
on the defenceless populace and they
obeyed with alacrity. They only ceas-
ed when the residents of twenty-five vil
lages, numbering some thousands had
becn killed. Some reports say 6,000 were
slain. Great Britain sent her consul in
Van, Mr. Hallward, to report on the
slaughter. The British ambassador in
Constantinople, upon receiving the re-
port, communicated it to the porte.
The sultan was horrified and ordered
the local military commander, Sexi
Pacha, to make his report in the matter
at once. Mr. Hagopia, chairman of the
Armenian patriotic association in Lon-
don, has sent Lord Kimberly, foreign
secretary, a letter sent from Bitlis on
October 9. Mr. Hagopian after declar-
ing his belief in the reports of the mas-
sacre, submits that, in view of the
Armenians, the time has come to abolish
the administration ot the porte and sub-
stitute a regime approved by the digna-
tories of the Berlin treaty.
The letter from Bitlis gives details of
the disturbance. There was a Kurdish
raid on Armenian cattle, resulting in a
fight in which two Kurdis were killed.
The friends of the Kurdis took the corps-
es to Moush and declared that the Ar-
menians had overrun the land and were
killing and plundering right and left.
This furnished the pretext for the mass-
ing of the troops. The letter then des-
cribes the horrors of the massacre. 1t
says that on the admission of the Turk-
ish soldiers compassion was not shown
to age or sex. In one place 300 or 400
women, after having been forced re-
peatedly to submit to the soldiers, were
backed to pieces with swords and bay-
onets. In another place 200 weeping wo-
men begged at the commander’s feet for
mercy. The commander, after ordering
that ttey by outiaged, had them all
despatched with the sword. Similar
scenes were enacted in other places. In
one case sixty young brides and maidens
were driven into a church and were vio-
lated and butchered until their blood
flowed from the doors. Several attrac-
tive women were told they might live
if they would recant their faith. They
replied : “Why should we deny Christ ?
We have no more reason to doso than
had these,” pointing to the mangled
bodies of their husbands and brothers,
“Kill us, too.” This was done. The
letter says that between 6,000 to 10,000
were killed. Babies were impaled on the
same weapon with their mothers. Sev-
eral soldiers admitted that they had dis-
posed of a hundred victims each. Nearly
thirty villages were destroyed. Some
families were burned with kerosene in
their own homes.
Rev. Dr. McCosh Dead.
Princeton's Venerable Ex-President
Away in Sleep.
Passes
Rev. Dr. Jam es McCoch, the vener-
able and widely-famed ex-president of
Princeton College, died on last Friday
nightat 10 o’clock at his home at
Princeton.
His last moments were peaceful, and
he passed away in a sleep, being uu-
conscious for several hours before he
died, He died of old age.
Rev. James McCosh, D. D,, LL. D.,
was born in Avrshire, Scotland, on
April 1,1811. Graduating from Edin-
burgh University at the age of 23, he
studied theology, and in 1835 was or-
dained to the ministry of the Church of
Scotland. At the disruption of that
church he became a minister of the
Free Church, which he aided material-
ly to establish. He rapidly rose to
fame through his preaching and writ-
ing, and in 1851 was chosen Professor
ot Logic and Metaphysics in Queen's
College, Beltast. There he became
famous as a lecturer, and his prolific
pen spread his name throughout
Earope. Alter a tour of this country
ia 1866, in which he made a thorough
study of the educational resources and
methods of teaching, he was in 1868,
called to the Presidency of Princeton.
His inanguration was a memorable
event. The then, declining college
felt the impetus of his almost magical
touch, and rapidly advanced. After
nearly twenty year’s success the vener-
able president resigned on account of
hisold age. He has continued to re-
side in Princeton,
Do You Want a Job?
That Hungry Republicans Have Their Eyes Up:
on Just Now.— Places for the Party Workers.—
Names of Jobs and What They Pay a Jersey
Shore Man and a Williamsporter Now In —Is
There anything for You?
The success of the state Republican
ticket in Pennsylvania will give to that
party control of a large number of prof-
itable places now filled by Democrats.
The most important of these offices
which General Hastings will have at his
disposal is secretary of the common-
wealth, the salary of which is $4,000 a
year. Secretary Harrity has made on
an average of over $17,000 a year out of
the office in salary and fees. The depu-
ty secretary receives $2,500 a year ;
chief clerk, $2,200 ; corporation clerk,
$2,200: ten other clerks, $1,400 each ;
one extra clerk, $1,600, and messenger,
$1,100. It bas always been the custom
for the chief clerk of this department to
serve as clerk to the board of pardons,
the salary of which is $500 a year.
There are only a few appointments in
tha executive department. The most
important is private secretary to the
governor, who receives a salary of
$2,600 and $500 additional as recorder
of the board of pardons, The executive
clerk receives $1,500 a year ; assistant
executive clerk, $1,800; messenger
$1,200 ; typewriter, $1,200 ; page, $300,
and night watchman, $900.
The attorney general’s office is worth
$11,000 a year in salary and fees. The
salary of the attorney general is $3,500
or $500 less than that of his deputy.
The law clerk of this department re-
ceives $2,200 a year and the steno-
grapher $1,500.
The adjutant general receives a salary
of 2,500 a year 600 additional for serv-
ing as 8 member of the military board.
The chief clerk gets 1,800 ; two clerks,
1,400 each ; two temporary clerks, 1,200
each ; messenger, 600, messenger in
flag room, 600 ; keeper of state arsenal,
1,500 ; six assistants, 800.
There will be no changes in the de-
partment of public instruction until
1897 as the governor has no power to
remove the state superintendent before
the expiration of his term. The incum-
bent, Rev. Dr. Shaefter, has over two
years to serve. The salary of the state
superintendent is 4,000 a year; two
deputies receive each 1,800 ; three clerks
each 1,400 ; and a messenger, 900. The
messenger in the office of the secretary of
the state beard of agriculture at a salary
of 300 a year.
State Librarian Ezle has over three
years yet to serve. He was originally
appointed by Governor Beaver, and it
is thought he will not be disturbed by
General Hastings. Some of his assist-
ants will have to rake room for Repub-
licans. The salary of the state librarian
18 2,600 a year; first assistant, 1,800 ;
second assistant, 1,600; messenger,
1,000 ; night watchman, 900, and two
cataloguers, 1,200 each
One of the most lucrative places in
the gift of the governor is superintend-
ent of banking, which pays 4,000 a
vear. The deputy superintendent gets
2,600 ; two clerks each 1,400. There
are also three examiners in this depart-
ment who are paid iu fees. Another
comfortable position with a large in-
come which the governor-elect will
have at his command is factory inspec-
tor, which pays 3,500 a year. There
are also twelve deputies each of whom
receive 1,200 a year and traveling ex-
penses.
Among the other places which the in-
coming governor will control are dairy
and food commissioner, which pays
2,000 a year ; inspector of gas meters
for the city of Pittsburg, 2,000 ; super-
intendent of public printing and bind-
ing, 2,000 ; clerk to the superintendent,
500 ; harbor master, Philadelphia,
2,500 ; bealth officer, Philadelphia, 2,-
500 ; and others of less importance.
One of the best paying offices at the dis-
posal of the governor is that of insur-
ance commissioner, which is worth
about 8,000 a year in salary and fees.
The deputy insurance commissioner is
paid 1,800 a year; two clerks each
1,400 ; an extra clerk the same amount ;
a stenographer, 1,200 and messenger 900.
General Latta, the next secretary of
internal affairs, will control a number
of good appointments. The secretary
of internal affairs receives 4.000 a year
and 500 in addition for serving as a
member of the board of pardons. It is
likely that General Latta will be chos-
en secretary of the state medical coun-
cil when he takes Colonel Stewart's
place in the council. This position pays
300 a year.
The salary of the present secretary of
internal affairs is 3,000 a year. The
next secretary will receive 4,000, as pro-
vided by the act of 1893 increasing the
salaries of certain state officials and em-
ployees, including the auditor general,
who will hereafter receive 4,000. The
deputy secretary of internal affairs re-
ceives 2,300 a year, exclusive of 200 for
acting as secretary of the board of prop-
erty. Next to the deputy secretary the
most important position in this depart-
ment is chief of the bureau of industrial
statistics, who receives 2,500 a year.
This appointment is made by the secre-
tary of internal affairs by the advice
and counsel of the governor, Other
places in this department are drafting
clerk, the salary of which is 1700 ; thir-
teen other clerks, 1,460 each ; two col-
lectors of statistics, each 1,600 and trav-
eling expenses ; messenger, 1,200; sten-
ographer, 1,000 and night watchman,
900.
Ex Senator Mylin, the rext auditor
general, will control thirteen clerkships,
the salary of each being 1,400 a year ;
chief clerk, 8,500 ; corporation clerk,
3,600 ; messenger and watchman each
900.
Captain Bricker, of Jersey Shore,
Lolds a 8,500 place under Auditor Gen-
eral Gregg. He will probably be re-
tained.
She Is a Handsome Weman,
The young Princess who will soon
become the Czarina of Russia is said
really to be, apart from the flattery that
her rank inspires, one of the most at-
tractive girls in the royal circles of Eu-
rope. She is pretty, and, in addition, of
elegant and distinguished carriage. She
is impulsive, clever, lively and some-
what witty. But her health is not good,
and life on the bomb-threatened throne
of Russia is not likely to make it better.
The Princess is just 23 years old.
—— Subscribe for the WaTcHMAN,
A Friendly Independent,
“Harper's weekly” generally has
well-considered lessons from political
results such as thosz of two week, Ite
current issue is devoted wainly to the
Republican tidal wave, its causes and
the probable outcome. The elections
it urges were no surprise, as hard times
always tell against the party in power
“But in spite ot hard times,” the
Weekly says, “Democrats would have
had a tair fizht'nz chance had not the
treacherous conduct ot their leading
men in the senate, the insane attitude
of some of their state conventions, par-
ticularly that of Ohio, concerning the
free coinage quesiion, and corrupt
practices of some of their local orgini-
zations, like Tammany hall, dirgusted
the best elements of their party and
driven away from them that large |
force of independents, who, only a few |
years ago, had by their energetic sup- |
port given them victory and power.” |
These circumstances combined, in the |
Weekly view, “to turn a lively breezo |
into a genuine hurricane.” This is |
accepted, and the Weekly has no pa-
tent on it. Ii argues that the resalt |
has unloaded the party from all pre- |
tensions of leadership by such cast-
aways as Brice, Gorman and Smith, |
The voting in New Jersey, Maryland |
and Ohio has settled that point, as it
has determined Senator Hill's limita-
tions in New York. One cause ot re-
gret the Weekly finds is stated as fol-
lows :
In a high degree deplorable it is, on
the other hand, that Mr. Wilson, of
West Virginia, failed of a re-election
Of him it may truly be said that he
had to suffer for gins committed by oth-
era. en of his ability and character
can ill be spared from congress and his
defeat is especially to be regretted at
this time, since it may serve to put him
on the list of ineligibles for the next
Democratic nomination for the presi-
dency, for which his priciples and his
record. as well as the high esteem in
which he is deservedly held by friend
and foe, would have excellently quali-
fied him.
Piesident Cleveland is congratulated
for not meddling with the struggle in
New York, and the fact congress will
be againet him during the second half
of his administration makes the Week-
ly hope that “he will devote all his
eoergies to the improvement”
of methods of government and
*leave his mark as the champion of a
most momentous reform indelibly
stamped upon the history of the gov-
ernment.” Civil service reform in all
parts of the civil administration is
what is meant by this.
An interesting question, the Weekly
urges, “is what the Republicans will
attempt to do with the power so sud-
denly fallen into their hands.” “At.
temptto do,” because in reality they
will have no power over legislation
without the consent of Mr. Cleveland.
There can be no disturbance of the
tariff until the session eommencing in
December, 1897, and they will proba.
bly make up their record tor the presi-
dential canvass by obstructing the
measures proposed by the Cleveland
administration. But to what ex-
tent ?
Anu anti-snapper Democrat devotes a
full page of the Weekly to an attempt-
ed demonstration that President Cleve:
land is mainly responsible for the
sweep of Democratic reverses, because
he tailed to assume the leadership, and
allowed it to be grasped by the Hills,
Murphys, Brices, Gormans and so on.
After giving Mr. Cleveland credit for
sincerity and lofty courage, and “that
no one of out presidents has been more
firm than he in clinging to what he
has regarded as the path of duty,”
“‘Anti-Snapper’ reaches the conclusior 8
after much refining, that ‘his gravest
limitation is that he does not know
whata cause is as separated from a
personality.” Translated, this means.
Cleveland is blamed for not asserting
leadership and smashing the machine
in New York last year when Hill
nominated Maynard. The writer
traces the revolt of the late election
against Hill, Gorman and Brice leader-
ship back to the Chicago convention
of 1892 and its wvomination of Mr.
Cleveland. That was the start, and
the November election this year the
finish,
The Drummer’s Revenge.
“Haven’t you got anything solid to
eat ?’’ said a traveler, discontentedly
eyeing the profusion of pies and small
cakes on the counter of a restaurant at
oneof the way stations.
“Shall I give you some beans?” said
the proprietor, with his most persuasive
smile.
The traveler assented, and making
short work of them,asked, “how much?”
“Twenty-five cents,” was the bland
response.
“What |” cried the traveler. “Twen-
ty-five cents for a spoonful of cold
beans 7”
The proprietor continuing firm in his
price, the man paid it and departed.
But late that afternoon a telegram
was handed in to the restaurant keeper,
for which he paid twenty-five cents. It
ran thus :—
“Don’t you think your pricea little
high on beans ?’’ —¢Silver Cross.”
Mandy's View.
“Mandy,” said Farmer Corntossel,
“wouldn't you like ter be a ’mancipat-
ed woman, an’ go ter the polls avn’
vote 2"
“No, sir,” was the positive reply ;
I don’t think it's fair ter the men fur
women ter be tryin’ ter grab the
offices.”
“Because er woman is allus smart
enough ter turn her hand ter anything’
thet comes along, but politics is all
some men air fit fur’’— Washington
Star
Mrs. Ormiston Chant tells a joke
about herself. When before the London
music halls’ licensing committee she
overheard a gentleman ask another,
pointing to two of the witnesses, * Which
of those old cats is Mrs. Chant ? Mrs.
Chant leaned over and said, “That par-
ticular tabby, sir, is bebind you.”
For and About Women.
Mise Katharine Sharp is in charge of
the department of library science in the
Armour Institute. Chicago, and has
proved a remarkably successful instrue-
tor. Seven out of the ten students under
her charge last year have already secur-
ed places in various libraries,
Girls, don’t be in a hurry to grow up.
It probably seems hard tor you to re-
main in the school room in short frocks
when you feel yourself eminently fitted
for society and the wearing of grown-up
gowns. The metamorphosis will come
soon enough. To-day you area child
and receive the consideration thatis a
child’s due, excuses ure offered for you
on account of your youth. But put up
your hair and lengthen your frocks and
| you are at once regarded asa young
| lady, and much more will be expected
of you than before you adopted the older
style of costuming.
The fashions this season are accom-
modating. It matters little whether one
is gowned plainly, she is up to date if
her skirts are flaring and her sleeves of
huge dimensions. Her street costume
may be of velvet adorned with lace and
jeweled trimmings, or it may be of plain
cioth finished with far or braid. In
either case if it is stylishly made she
will be in fashion.
A street costume of bluet and black
boucle cloth, which has just reached
town from across the watsr, indicates
that plainness has not gone out of fash-
ion over there. The skirt, though full,
is perfectly plain. Tt is finished around
the bottom with a band of -astrakhan.
The jacket is made with wide revers and
cut in long tabs in front. It is trimmed
with astrakhan. There is also a vest of
bluet velvet, half covered with black
silk passementerie,
A woman jaweler and engraver, who
sits in a window in Sixth Avenue, busily
engrossed with her work, attracts the at-
tention of the passers-by. It is a wonder
more women do not learn these trades,
as their nimble fingers would seem to fit
theur peculiarly for the work. A pleas-
ant and lucrative employment it is said
to be. :
This winter's girl has been very much
“sat upon.” Instead of being tall and
haughty, with puffs high and with up-
right slender effects, she gives you an
impression of a flattening and broaden-
ing out process. Take her from top to
the, beginning with the toe, her skirt
spreads out so far that it is quite exhaust-
ing to reckon the number of yards there
must be in it. Her bodice is a blouse,
standing out all around the waist line.
Her sleeve puffs have been flattened at
the shoulder, and give vent to their feel-
ings at theelbow. Her collar is all side
loops and choux, Her hair has been
flattened into a part at the top, but
stands out in waves at the sides. Even
her hat is crushed into a bit of a crown,
and sticks out each stide of her face. The
stately maiden is no more ; the demure,
crushed maiden litts her face appealing-
ly, and captures the heart of man.
The winter is full of fancies and oddi-
ties. One of the fads is the set consisting
of collar, muff and capote. You trim
your muff and boa just as you do your
hat, and weas all three with your plain
blua or gray or brown gown. Many
have very elaborate trimmings. The
hat is a velvet covered one—presumably
brown—and is trimmed with mink
heads and tails, with dahlias in sott
autumnal reds, and with loops of brown
velvet ribbon. Your muff is quite as
elaborate ; but the flowers are omitted
from the boa.
Even the new glove boasts of Van-
dyke points. Gloves of light tinted suede
nave the cuff formed of inserted black
Vandyke points. They are striking for
theatre wear when worn with a bodice
with three-quarter length sleeves. For
full-dress occasions the long, plain suede
glove is worn. It should exactly match
1n color the tint of the gown. Castor
and dogskin gloves are for street wear.
Shades of brown and dark red are pop-
ular. All have big buttons.
The average every-day housekeeper is
apt to hoard her clothes and shut them
up, as she does her piano and best furni-
ture in her parlor, away from moths and
dust, bringing them out only on grand
occasions. It is this practice that keeps
so many women shabby the greater part
of their days. They have a number of
gowns put away for Sunday and those
‘occasions’ that never come, while
for the main part of their days they go
in homespun and calico. The best-dress-
ed women are not those who have the
largest amount of clothing, but those
who keep on hand only enough gowns
to meet their needs, and can consequent-
ly get new ones each season as the
fashions change, or make the old ones
over.
There is nothing mere foolish than
the hoarding up of dresses. Clothes are
made to be worn and not to be laid
away in the closet. The best of gowns
and the most durable of cloths will grow
old and lose their intrinsic value simply
from being laid away, even for a short
time. The unly ruleis to make over the
old of one season and adapt them for the
new, to find a use for everything and
have no hoarded stock ot dresses too
good to be cut over and yet unnecessary
for the best dresses. Two *‘best’’ dresses
are all that any woman in average,
every-day circumstances really needs—
one church or calling dress and the
otber a little more elaborate for festive
occasions. None of the others need to be
too good or every-day wear.
Trimming hats in front is quite passe.
Everything stands out at the side. Be-
yond this thers is no law, except that
your stock of hats includes one that is
velvet-covered, in large shape, for af-
ternoon wear ; and that the others are
all small. Crowns and brims frequent-
ly disagree. A velvet crown has a cloth
brim ; a tur crown a velvet brim, or
none st all, the latter being the most
popular. A substitute for the old-time
brim is a sort of ruche, or small double
edge, which stands about the crush
crown. Between the upper and the
lowes edge of this ruche a goodly por-
tion of the trimming is often placed. For
instance, you will see little fur heads
peeping out ; or velvet choux, or bunches
of those tiny tips that are all the rage.