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Denorraic atta
Bellefonte, Pa., Jan. 4, 1895.
THE PUNCTUATION POINTS.
BY JULIA M. COLTON.
Six little marks from school are we,
Very important, all agree
Filled to the brim with mystery,
Six little marks from school.
One little mark is round and small,
But where it stands the voice must fall,
At the close of a sentence, all
Place this little mark from school :
One little mark, with gown a-trailing,
Holds up the voice, and never failing,
Tells you not long to pause when hailing
This little mark at school :
If out of breath you chance to meet
Two little dots, both round and neat,
Pause, and these tiny guardsmen greet—
These little marks from school :
When shorter pauses are your pleasure,
One trails his sword—takes half the meas-
ure
Then speeds you on to seek new treasure ;
This little mark from school:
One little mark, ear-shaped, implies,
“Keep up the voice—await replies;”
To gather information tries
This little mark irom school :
One little mark, with an exclamation,
Presents itself to your observation,
And leaves the voice at an elevation,
This little mark from school :
Six little marks ! Be sure to heed us;
Carefully study, write, and read us;
For you can never cease to need us,
Six little marks from school!
—Seclected.
I ———————
A FAMILY MATTER.
BY ERNEST YARROLD.
“Ag we cannot get along together
without quarreling,’ said Jack Manly
as he arose from the breakfast table,
“we had better not speak.” ;
“Just as you please, sir,” said his
wife, with a bright spot on each cheek
and an angry glitter in her eyes. Jack
buttoned his overcoat and slammed
the door viciously behind him. Thus
began the most miserable days the
young couple had ever known. Jack
Manly was a dry goods clerk in the
village of B—. He had been married
for three years and loved his wife de-
votedly, but had contracted a habit of
passing his evenings away from home.
Mollie had borne her husband’s neg-
lect bravely for a time. Then she lost
patience and chided him. Hence the
quarrel. It was the first serious rup-
ture that had occurred in their married
life.
“Mollie will have to give in before I
do,” said Jack to himself as he walked
quickly along in the direction of the
store, while the snow crackled under
his feet. “Of course I'll forgive her as
soon as she opens her mouth, but she
began the quarrel, and she must finish
it. There's nothing like impressing a
woman with your strength of charac-
ter. A brief lesson in the virtue of si-
lence will do Mollle good.”
This reasoning was sufficient to gus-
tain Jack during the day, when his
work kept him from deeper reflection,
but when the time for closing the store
came and his thoughts turned toward
the usual cheery and sympathetic
words awaiting him at home from his
“little woman’’—as he lovingly called
his wife—affairs began to assume a dif-
ferent aspect. Besides, Jack reflected,
New Year's day was only a few hours
distant. He had calculated on mak-
ing a few resolutions. A most cursory
review of the past year showed him
plenty of room for improvement. Si-
lence might be golden in the spelling
book, but Jack found it would be im-
possible to have his wife's assistance
in carrying out his resolve unless he
broke it. His heart leaped within him
as he drew near to his home and saw
the welcome light in the window.
It needed all his pride to keep bis
mouth shut as be stepped into the
cozy dining room. It seemed that the
fascinating fates had all arrayed them-
selves against him, for Mollie had
dressed herself in the dark maroon
which set off her brunette complexion
to such advantage and which Jack ad-
mired so much. Upon the table were
all the dishes that tickled his palate.
It seemed to Jack that the biscuit,
fresh from the oven, had never been so
flaky aod tocthsome before. Mollie
served his tea with her usual grace.
Once she caught his eye with a ques-
tioning glance, but she did not speak.
When her back was turned, Jack's
eyes followed her figure as he thought
to himself :
“This is the biggest contract I ever
undertook.”
Bat man is a complex animal sway-
ed by varying emotions. Pride came
to bis relief. To save himself from
showing the weakness which threaten:
ed to sweep him off his feet like a
flood, he hastily drank his tea and
left the houee, cloeing the door very
gently behind bim this time, how-
ever.
“Well, well,” he mutttered, “Mollie
is evidently bent on getting the best of
me. I'm afraid I'll have to blindfold
myself if I win.
Jack went down to the grocery and
played a game of checkers. He
couldn’t get his mind on the game,
and he was beaten in a most thorough
manner. Then he tried billiards with
no better result, the reproachful ques-
tioning glance of his wife seeming to
follow him everywhere.
“I'm afraid the little woman has
hoodooed me,” he muttered as he
walked homeward under the starlit
sky. Perhaps after all, be had been
wrong. Night after night he had left
Mollie alone in the house and had
gone away seeking his own gratifica-
tion. He was filled with contrition as
he opened the door with his night key
and stepped into the hall. If Mollie
had been there to meet him with her
accustomed caress, he certainly would
have ended the suspense. But the
ball was dark and silent. Jack
thought he heard a light footfall on
the stairway. Ile listened, but as the
sound was not repeated he covcluded
that it was the cat, He did pot feel
sleepy, anl eo he went to the dining
room aod smoked for awhile in order
to quiet his nerves.
Mollie would come down to
him, be thought, as he paced uneasily |
up and down the room, puffing out
smoke like a factory chimney. But
she did not come, and when he retired
at 12 o'clock he listened at the door of
her room and thought he heard a sob.
He was not sure. It might have been
the wind, For three bonrs Jack toss-
ed uneasily on his pillow, unable to
sleep. He mentally alluded to his
luck in terse and rigorous English, At
last an idea occurred to him which al-
most made him laugh outright, Ten
minutes later he was sound asleep.
* % * *
It was 8 o'clock on New Year's eve
Jack stood at a florist’s counter. Said
he :
“Be sure and deliver that box at my
house between 11:30 and 12 o'clock.”
“All right, sir,” said the florist.
Jack did not leave the house as
usual after supper that night. He
put his slippered feet on the fender and
tried to read a book. Mollie's lips
were still sealed. He could hear her
in the parlor playing with uncertain
and diffident touch upon the piano.
How slowly the fag end of the old
year drifted into the eternities ! What
was that tune Mollie was playing?
Oh, yes ; he recognized it. Freighted
with the memories of his courtship
days, it came floating into the sitting
room replete with tender emotion.
Mollie did not sing, but the music
needed no vocal expression to in-
terpret itself to Jack.
It was getting to be unbearable.
Jack jumped to his feet muttering,
“I'll be hanged if the little woman ain’t
smarter than I thought she was. Con-
found thatboy ! ‘Will he ever come?”
He went to the window and looked
out. The stars were shining brightly.
The old year was dying in regal splen-
dor. Suddenly the door bell was pull-
ed violently. Jack tiptoed to the foot
of the stairs. He heard the door open
and his wife say, while his heart beat
a tattoo against his ribs :
“For me, did you say ?”
“Yes'm, if you're Mrs. Manly.”
It was a small pasteboard box. Mol-
lie looked at it curiously. Then she
cut the string which bound the cover
and peeping inside saw a tiny white
dove with outspread wings as if flying
on a message of love. In its little beak
was a New Year's card shaped like an
olive leaf, decorated with cupids, and
on the card was written in her hus-
band’s handwriting.
Silence may be golden, but your silvern
speech is preferable to me.
Surely
JACK,
Jack heard a feminine ejaculation of
delight, followed by the sound ofa
dress trailing on the staircase. As
Mollie reached the foot of the stairs
Jack received her with open arms.
She raised her face to his and opened
her lips to speak, but Jack prevented
her from uttering a sound. Just then
the villiage church bell with muffled
toll broke the silence in a requiem for
the old year.
TT ———
Fashion of Beards.
A Time When Courage Was Needed to Wear
Them.
The beard and mustache came into
fashion among Englishmen so recently
that middle-aged folks can easily re-
collect when 1t required some courage
to lay the razor aside, aud still more to
face the world during the initial stages
of the result, says the London Standard
Toward the close of last century, the
second Lord Rokeby endeavored to
restore the pointed beard, which went
out with the Stuarts. But his country-
men would not hear of such an inoo-
vation, and recalled the hero of the
Gordon riots, who, when he turned
Jew, allowed his beard to grow after
the almost sacred custom of his co-re-
ligionists. Lord Rokeby, therefore,
endured to no purpose the scofts of his
contemporaries at what one of them
described as “the most conspicuous
trait of his person.”
All England either shaved, or com-
promised by permitting a scanty hint
of a whisker to grow. Even ‘mutton
chops,” regarded in America until
lately as the peculiar mark of an Eo-
glishman, were not generally adopted
by the staider Britons. As for mus-
taches, only military men wore them,
and, indeed, cavalry officers bad al-
most a monopoly of this warlike ap-
pendage, The infantry seldom
adopted 1t, and many officers of high
rank, like Wellington, never wore it at
any period of their career.
Even Napoleon remained through-
out life smooth-faced, and generally
plied the razor himself. “Oae born to
be a king,” Talleyrand explained
to Rogers, ‘has someone to shave him;
but they who acquire kingdoms shave
themselves.” Naval officers, many of
whom are, in common with their men,
bearded like the pard—though even
they are subject to certain rules in this
respect—used to be still more strictly
tied down. A mustache, far less a
beard, was never seen afloat. The
mustaches of foreign sailors never fail-
ed to excite the amusement and con-
tempt of our blue jackets, just as the
bearded lips of a visitor at once stamp-
ed him as not to the Island born—he
was probably a “Frenchy,” a German
waiter, a singer, or a circus rider.
Dickens gives expression to this pop-
ular prejudice in “Martin Chuzzlewit”
when he endows Montagu Tigg with a
mustache and the semi-military frog-
ged coat then in favor with shady geo
tlemen who liked to be addressed as
“Captain.” “Him I” was Mark Tap
ley’s contemptuous observation : [I
could see him a little better if he'd
shave himself and get his hair cut. I
wouldn't have any such Peter the
Wild Boy in my house, not if I was
paid race-week prices for it. He's
enough to turn the very beer sour.”
Yet Dickens himself wore a beard in
his latter years.
BRITS
— Miss Frances E. Willard is the
third woman to have the right to write
Doctor of Laws after her name. Maria
Mitchell, the astronomer, and Amelia
B. Edwards, the Ezyptologist, were the
i others,
For EERE
T
No Bars or Stone Walls,
Restrain a Sense of Liberty of Patients in Penn-
sylvania’s—Asylum for Chronic Insane.—All
Labor Who Will, and Every Provision Is
Made for Comfort.—No Emotional Cases
Treated There.
Before the fiftieth annual convention
of the American Medico- Psychological
Association, an organization made up of
the medical superintendents of the var-
jous insane asylums throughout the
country. Dr. 8. Weir Mitchell, the
eminent neurologist, delivered an ad-
dress, severely arraigning lunatic asy-
lums of the United States as they have
been and are conducted. The policy of
baving cells, locked doors, prison-like
walls and barred windows he denounc-
ed as outrageous.
His scathing criticism of asylums was
general. But one institution did he
except from his sweeping denunciation.
That one was the asylum at Werners-
ville, Pa., then the home of over 200
chronically insane persons, all of whom
were engaged in the peaceful occupa-
tions of farming, grading and general
housework. Dr. Mitchell pronounces
this institution the most nearly ideal
hospital for the treatment of the insane
in the country. It is the only one, in
fact, where the ideas of the celebrated
psychologists are fully carried out.
Other prominent physicians who bave
made an especial study of the human
mind have pronounced the Werners-
ville asylum a model institution, and
recommend that the method of treat-
ment in vogue there be adopted all over
the country.
IN A VERY DELIGHTFUL SITUATION.
That the days of brutality in the
treatment of the insane are numbered is
shown by a visit to the new Pennsyl-
vania State Asylum for the chronic in-
sane, which began its good work Sep-
tember 5, 1891, on which date it was
formally turned over to the State by the
commission which had been charged
with the selection of a site and the
erection of the buildings. Situated in
the most beautiful spot of the delighful
Lebanon valley, within a few minutes’
ride of Reading, directly on the line of
the Lebanon Valley Railroad, a more
beautiful home for the sick in mind
could not be imagined. There is no
haze, no dreary outlook. For 20 miles
to the north the eye is charmed by the
sight of rich farms, unfolding their
wealth of fertility to the very base of
the distant Blue mountains. In the
rear is the picturesque South mountain
range, clothed with a surpassingly love-
ly verdure. From one of its hills, Whisco
Nisco creek, a clear mountain stream
bubbles and sprays on its way to the
Schuylkill river.
A large stone farm house stands on
the grounds in the rear of the hospital.
A quaint old grist mill, a frame barn
and a small stone dwelling covered
with vines, lie on the banks of the creek.
While the new buildings were in the
course of erection, these roomy old
houses were the dwelling places of the
patients who were at work there.
WHAT A FRIDAY VISIT WILL REVEAL.
Friday is the regular visiting day at
the institution. Scores of persons take
advantage of this every week to investi-
gate the workings of this model asylum.
Alighting from a Lebanon Valley train
at South Mountain, a station a short
way trom Wernersville, it is but a few
minutes’ walk up a broad planked road
to the main entrance of the asylum. Out
in the fields workmen have done the
ploughing, cutting corn, gathering
truits and vegetables and engaged in va-
rious other occupations of a farmer's life.
If you were to inquire from the first
person you meeton you way to the
asylum, he would tell you that the men
who did the work in the field are, with
few exceptions, insane. The few are
guards, who act as bosses, but always in
a gentle, forbearing way.
When you reach the main entrance
and get a closer view of the buildings,
you will be surprised at their extent,
and more especially at their grace and
general air of stability. Climbing the
granite steps at the threshold you enter
a beautitul hallway, and just to your
right a luxurious reception room pres-
ents itself. You take a seat there, and
while you wait for an attendant to show
you the way, you look about you and
admire the rich furnishings of the room
and the vista torough the open door-
way.
An attendant arrives soon afterward
and you are escorted about the various
and ~ well furnished rooms of the Ad-
ministration building. Then you turn
to the right and, crossing to the asy-
lum proper by way of an arcade, you
reach one of the large sleeping rooms
or wards.
BODILY COMFORTS WELL PROVIDED FOR.
Passing through long corridors by
smaller sleeping apartments, all with-
out any bars or heavy locks upon their
doors, you get a glimpse of lavatories
and reception rooms, and then you turn
to the rear building. Here it is that
the bodily comforts and welfare of the
patients have been more particularly
the subject of attention.
A great dining room spreads out be-
fore you. Rows of tables, neatly ar-
ranged, quite fill the place. The laun-
dry, bake shop, kitchen and hat fac-
tories are near by. Men and women
are busily working in all these places—
ironing or washing clothes, preparing
food or doing odd chores. Some of those
about are, perhaps, sitting idly on the
floor. No one speaks to them, and you
might believe they are attendants until
informed that they are patients who are
shirking work. No one is forced to
labor, but it is surprising how soon the
listless becomes industrious under the
advice of their nurses and through the
example set by their fellow unfortu-
nates.
At 6:30 o’clock each morning break-
fast is served. Hvery able-bodied pa-
tient is marshaled into the dining room
by the nurses and the meal begins at
once. Plain but wholesome food is
served, some of the female inmates act-
ing as waitresses. Before 7 o'clock the
meal is ended. Everyone has eaten
heartily, for the chronically insane con-
dition is remarkable for the excellent
appetite it engeiders. An attendant
gathers from 6 to 17 of the breakfast.
ers into & group, and then begins the
march to the doox.
NECESSARY PRECAUTIONS
HOMICIDE.
At the exit stand two watchful nurses
with buckets. Into these each patient
AGAINST
as he passes must drop the steel knife
and fork he has just been using at the
wable. This is a most necessary precau-
tion. Without it a patient predisposed
to homicide might readily conceal pieces
of cutlery beneath his clothing. With
such dangerous instruments in his pos-
session the lives of his fellows would
be unsafe.
The groups of mewn then go out into
the fields and the women begin their
household work. At noon dinner 18
served, but before that time arrives the
prtients are made ready for the meal in
the various wash rooms. After dinner
the same knife-gathering process beging
and again the men go to the fields and
the women to their respective duties in
the wards, the laundry, kitchen, sewing
or bat manufacturing room. Supper is
served at 6 o'clock. From then until
bedtime, about 8 o'clock, the patients
are allowed to roam at will about the
grounds, in the corridors or through
their respective wards.
The large amusement hall on the sec-
ond floor, with a seating capacity of
1,000 persons, is to be utilized during
the winter by talented persons willing
to do something for the amelioration of
the sad mental condition of the inmates.
Concerts. theatrical entertainments and
shows of various kinds will at different
times be given.
NOT A HEAVY BURDEN ON THE STATE.
The asylum is intended to be self-
sustaining to a cretain exteat, and so
only $2.50 a week is allowed for the
care and maintenance of each patient.
Careful and judicious management bas
made this sum keep everyone of the in-
mates in food and clothing.
There are now 519 patients in the in-
stitution. Nearly everyone, very few
excepted, is capable of being cured. If
the emotional insane were housed here
—that is, those persons who are sub-
ject to fits of melancholia and whose
eyes in a ‘fine frenzy rolling” seem al-
ways to bode evil to all mankind—the
hope of a cure would be very small.
It is the emotional order of insane,
given to violent outbreaks, which calls
for a firm hand. The minds of the
chronic insane are numbed and dwarfed;
those of the emotional, wild and excited.
The one craves rest, the other frantic
motion. The State of Pennsylvania has
gone into its pocket to the extent of
$500,000 to purchase and equip this
magnificent asylum, with its breathing
space of 550 acres of ground, in order
that the two kinds of insane could be
housed and treated separately. While
they were togetber cures were inire-
quent and were seldom permanent.
With the other five asylums of the State
devoted entirely to the cure of emotional
insane, the one at Wernersville to the
care of chronic cases exclusively, it is
hoped that beneficial results will be at-
tained.
The Administration, or main build-
ing, is three stories in height, surmoun-
ted by & clock tower very much like
that of Independent Hall. The style of
architecture is colonial. There are t'/o
wings, in which are located 12° wards.
The dining room is 109 by 72 feet, and
has a seating capacity of 900.
There are no locks or bars at the win-
dows, and nowhere about the grounds
is there a semblance of a stone wall
Rail fences alone separate the institu-
tion's property from that of nearby
farmers.
ET TE——
To Preserve Wood from Insects.
A French investigator tells us that
the trees most attacked by insects are
those whose wood contains an abun:
dance of starch ; but the dust from the
borings of these insects contain3 no
starch, He therefore suggests as a
way of preserving the wood from the
attacks of insects that the starch be
taken from the trees by removing the
bark some months in advance of cut-
ting them. He asserts that by gird-
ling the trees high up on the trunk
and destroying all branches put out
below this girdling the object will be
attained. An experiment in this con-
nection was made with oak poles.
One lot barked a year before cutting,
were stored with another lot stripped
of the bark as soon as cut, and a third
lot that had the bark on. At the end
of three years those barked when
standing and before cutting were per
tectly preserved, those stored with the
bark on were much injured, and those
that had been stripped after cutting
were in a condition between. Another
experiment was with oak logs of forty-
years’ growth, part of which had been
girdled in May and cut the October
following, the rest having been barked
affer being cut. All were left exposed
for three years, when those barked be-
fore cutting showed no signs of insect
work, but the others were badly in-
jured. Another lot barked in May
and cut in October were in the same
condition as those that have been
simply girdled, and with nothing of
gain from the extra work. The
spring, this investigator thinks, is the
best time for the barking or girdling,
as the starch will have disappeared by
autumn, Professor J. F. Duggon, of
the Department of Agriculture, calls
attention to these experiments.—Phila-
delphia Ledger.
CHT
He Kept a Diary.
March 4 Advertised for new tvpe-
writer. $1.50
March 9. Violets for new typewriter .75
March 13. Salary new typewriter 10.00
March 16. Roses for typewriter ~~ 4.00
March 20. Salary Miss Remington
20.00
March 22. Candy for wife and daugh-
60
ter .
March 22. Box bon-bons Miss Rem-
ington 4.50
March 27. Salary Daisy 40.00
March 29. Theatre tickets and supper
at Del’s 19.00
March 30. Sealskin sacque for wife
225.00
March 80. Silk dress wife’s mother
60
March 80. Advertised for young man
as typewriter 1.60
TRI
—— There are said to be 10,000,000,
000 tons of coal yet unmined in the
Monogahela.
——Do you read the WATCHMAN,
Dogs That Work for a Living.
They Drive the Bellows in Williamsburg Spike
and Nail Factories.
In several spike and nail factories in
Greenpoint a novel use is made of dog-
power, says the New York Sun. The
dogs work in treadmills which turn
large heavy iron wheels, which in turn
operate the bellows of the forges. It is
only in the smaller shops where the
spikes and nails are forged by hand that
dog power is employed. There are
three of them, all in the same section of
Williamsburg.
The largest is Peter Kohlmann’s on
Lorimer street near Bedford avenue.
Six dogs are in use there only one or
two working at a time. The dogs go
about their work with cheerfulness and
alacrity. They are big, heavy fellows
of mongrel breed, with a remarkable
development of muscle, caused by the
vigorous exercise they get.
The rim of the wheel which the dog
turns is more than a foot in breadth,
and it is roughened on the inner side,
and padded with sawdust to prevent the
dog’s feet from becoming sore. On
each side of the broad wheel are two
iron cross pieces which form the spokes.
Within these two sets of spokes the dog
has room to move freely. He is not
tied or tastened, and after he has once
been put at work no further attention
is paid to him until it is time for his re-
lief to take his place. A dog lacking in
conscientiousness could jump out and
run away.
On each side of the wheel’s hub is a
crank one and a half feet long, carrying
an iron bar. One of these bars goes to
the lower arm of a bellows on one side
of the room, and the other to another
bellows opposite. The cranks are set
in opposite directions, so that the fires
are blown in alternation. Further back
in the room there is another slightly
smaller wheel connected with but one
forge.
Only the larger wheel was in opera-
tion yesterday. It was sufficient, how-
ever, to keep four men busy, two at
each forge. The wheel turns slowly,
and the dog has only to keep up a fair-
ly brisk walk.
«That dog in there now,” said the
manager, goes a little too fast. ‘He
blows the fire up too much. That can’t
be helped, though, for you can’t slow a
dog down any more than you can hurry
him up. A dog has his natural gait,
just the same as a man has. We don’t
work our dogs very hard, because we've
got so many of them. They work
about an hour at a time, and get in
about two hours a day altogether.
When it is time to change we simply
call another dog, and he gets in and
the first gets out.”
Going over to the idle wheel the
manager called out, ‘Here, Rover.”
Rover jumped in and started briskly off
without more ado. The draught sent
the dead ashes flying in the forge. The
dog evidently thought he was in for an
hour's work, and the manager had to
stop the wheel with his hand before he
comprehended that he was only a show-
ing off.
The training of the dogs takes ordi-
narily only a couple of hours. The dog
is put in the wheel, and the trainer
bends down in front of him and beguiles
him with offers of a bone and an en-
couraging ‘Hey, good dog,” into an at-
tempt to get the bone by walking up
the rim of the wheel. A dog of ordi-
nary intelligence sees the point after a
little and accepts the work as a matter
of course.
«There is nothing cruel in this work,”
said the manager, ‘if the dogs are well
taken care of, as they are here. You
can see what good condition they are
in. Of course it isn’t the right thing to
do to work a dog and starve him too.”
«T'11 tell you a curious thing, I live
right back of the shop, and every once
in a while I wake up in the night and
hear the bellows going. The dogs sleep
here, and they get to fooling around in
the night and start the wheels going.”
J.J. Leibfried has three dogs in his
factory at No. 99 Guernsey street.
None of them were at work yesterday.
At Main’s factory, on front street, the
dogs were in pretty good condition.
AT
The Most Wonderful Oil Well.
The giant of all the oil gushers was
at Baku, on the Aspheron Peninsula in
the Caspian Sea. The oil stratum was
suddenly penetrated and almost instant-
ly the derrick and other drilling ap-
paratus were blown to pieces by the
rush of gas. Following close upon the
gas came a terrific blast of oil and sand,
the like of which has never before or
since been known. Kfforts to check the
enormous flow were equally as futile as
those made to ‘‘plug’’ the mouth of the
great artesian well at Belle Plaine, Io,
a few years ago. During the 60 days
which followed the tapping of the old
stratum, it is estimated that not less
than 120,000,000 gallons of oil and 5,
000,000 tons of sand were disgored by
the spouting monster. Great lakes and
pools of oil covered the plains in all di-
rections from the well and three or four
creeks and rivers of the same fluid fur-
nished an outlet into the sea. and thus
preveted a veritable inundation. With-
in & month the site of the well looked
m. re like a volcano than anything else
which it could be compared to. The
shifting winds bad caused the giant oil
jet to first deposit its load of sand on one
side and then on the other, until a regu-
lar Pompeiian calamity bad overtaken
all the building, hoisting apparatus,
derrick, ete., within a radius of 200
yards, burying the tallest of them en-
tirely out of sight. This volcano of oil-
mixed sand had a regular crater of cen-
tral orifice through which the sand and
oil escaped and daily and hourly added
to the mass. Fears of an explosion
caused the autborities to issue edicts de-
manding that the people extinguish all
fires within an area of five miles, and
providing heavy fines even for the crime
of lighting a pipe within the ‘‘dead-
line” The geyser was struck during
the first week of September 28, when an
inventor backed by the Russian Gov-
ernment succeeded in controlling it, but
not until after it had spent the greater
part of its fury. During the first 100
days, the Russian expert estimates, it
vomited forth over 500,000 tons of oil.
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For and About Women.
It is rather interesting to know in
view of the fact that one of the chief
reasons advanced for the disfranchise-
ment of woman is their incapacity for
war, that the spherical shape of the
bullet is the result of a woman's ex-
periments. And though women have
not much of a reputation for success in
inventing, some of the most important
and useful inventions have been made
by them. Catherine Littlefield Greene,
widow of General Greene, of revelu-
tionary memory, perfected the cotton gin
after Eli Whitney, who happened to be
boarding with her, and who made the
original design, had given it up asa bad
job. The light and convenient paper
pail was invented by a Chicago woman,
and the valuable gimlet-pointed screw
was the idea of a little girl, An im-
proved wood carving machine, & fur-
nace for smelting ore, a chain elevator,
a deep sea telescope, a screw crank for
steamships, a fire-escape, a wool feeder
and weigher, a spark arrester for loco-
motives and a signal rocket used in the
navy have all been invented by wo-
men. The device in use on the New
York Elevated Road for deadening the
noise of the trains and which Edison
had been asked to take into consider-
ation was made by a woman.
The first step toward the revival of
the bustle has been taken. This is
shown in the new organ-pipe skirt. Tt
is the skirt of the season, and resembles
in a marked degree the bustleof the
past. The skirt is very full, lined with
haircloth and arranged in four or two
box plaits at the back. These plaits
stand out prominently and are padded
ten inches from the waist line. Over
the hips the skirt fits with glove like
smoothness flaring toward the bottom.
Only the sleeves. If you have them
right you need not worry about the rest
of the costume. After the economical,
sensible girl has decided upon her win-
ter sleeves, she turns her attention to her
collars and collarettes. Those are really
the only parts of her costume that re-
quire much thought. The careless, ex-
travagant creatures have a few extras,
such as jeu and fur skirt trimmings, and
blouse pearl and braid effects , but the
sensible girl eschews all such, and de-
votes herself to sleeves and necks.
«Shall I wear my sleeves to-night?”
hositatingly asked one girl of another.
By “sleeves,” you must know, she re-
ferred to a simple black gown, whose
only trimmings were huge sleeves and
crush stock of the latest purple velvet.
The outlay for the sleeve material was
$10 ; that for the black of the dress con-
siderably less. Therefore the costume
became simply a matter of sleeves,”
and was never designated in any other
fashion.
But it is of collets and shoulder trim-
mings T would prate. They follow the
sharp and clear-cut style of the winter
maid, punctuated in her Veandyke fash-
ion. A velvet and heavy Venetian
point combination gives the key to al-
most all of her creations. It is a pretty
mirror velvet, of pale sage green, fall-
ing over each shoulder in a not-full
rufle. Each ruffle is edged with a
heavy Venetian lace—a Vandyke form-
ed of five or six rows of small points. In
front there is no velvet, only a yoke of
the lace, cut in a large, broad point. Of
course, the collar is crush, with head-
ngs sticking out here and there.
How do you put on your veil ?—if
vou wear one. It is wide and long, and
must be arranged with care to give it
the correct droop. If you do the proper
thing there are a few inches gathered
right in the center of the top edge, and
| this is daintly caught with a fancy pin
to your velvet hat. Both ends are also
gathered, and theretore you have no
difficulty in catching them together
evenly.
The first thing one notices in the
fancy bodice of the hour is that all
sleeves droop down and outward, and
that there is a growing tendency to
create a slight blouse effect at the waist
in front. From the throat, at times,
will hang huge collars of lace or velvet,
made to flare out like a skirt. Another
dainty waist of white chini silk, scat-
tered with the shadowy ghosts of pinks,
perhaps, will have square bretelles of
lace projecting from the arm holes over
the sleeve tops.
If you are to be fashionable, at least
one gown of perforated cloth must be
yours. Or the gown may be of mousse-
line de soie, velvet or chiffon —that mat-
ters little as long as the fabric is sprink-
led with tiny holes. The “perforated”
craze is at its height. An imported
walking costume showing all the latest
frills. The material is dark brown Vi-
cuna cloth. The crinoline-lined skirt
has the most approved flare. Each gore
is defined by a broad line of perforation
showing sage-green silk beneath. The
tight-fitting bodice is made of the green
silk, over which is a draped jacket of the
perforated cloth. The green velvet
stock appears to be fastened at both
sides by round steel buttons. The enor-
mous sleeves are fashioned of the open-
work cloth, with an inserted puff on the
silk.
ess
Beautiful as the fall novelties were
they will be in the background com-
pared to the reign that black will have.
There will be at leastsix black costumes
sold to every three of colors. In milli-
pery the proportion in favor of black
will be greater, say: a leading modiste.
Outside of tailor gowns in Scoteh tweeds
and covert cloths the main glimpse of
color will be in the fancy waist. Skirts
of black satin with small brocade de-
signs and made in bell shapes will be
worn with these waists. Soft, light.
weight woolen goods in blended colors,
having a blurred effect, will be made
up for the same purpose.
A pretty woman will be able to keep
her charm if she consumes less starch,
glue and mucilage than the gourmand.
Eliminate from the bill of fare rice,
oatmeal, wheat, bananas, potatoes, peas,
gelatine and beans, and give the sys-
tem the benefit of a complete change
of diet. Eat boiled or fried hominy
with meat; have brown or graham
breaa and juicy fruits, stewed onions,
tomatoes anil squash.