Bellefonte, Pa., March 8, 1895.
GIVE HIM A BOOST.
When you see a poor chap who is bent with
his loa
When he's panting along by the Rocky Hill
road,
Just give him a lift through the dust and the
Through the wind or the sand till the hill-top
Evers pone) that you lift will relieve him a
on Just give him a boost!
Just put his ramshackle old wheel to your
breast,
And lift, and don’t mind the mud on your
vest, : :
For men are so built with such blots in their
00
Such kinks in their brain ever since the great
flood
First made the earth muddy, the've stuck in
the mud—
Then give *em a boost !
No macadamized road is the cart path of
doom—
No boulevard
bloom,
But to many it seems like a scrub pasture
shaded with plum trees in
lane.
Betwixt Nowhere and Nowhere, a journey of
ain
Which begins in the darkness and strikes
darkness again,
Then give ‘em a boost.
Each man builds the highway of life as he
0€es,
: Right" through the hot sands, and right
through the cold snows,
He must blaze his own ways through the for-
ests of gloom,
Through the alder swamps
highway make room—
And the end of his road is the door of his
tomb—
Then give him a boost !
damp, for his
Yes, give him a boost, "tis the glory of man
To help along man since the planet began ;
Tis the glory of man through the forest of
gloom,
Through the alder-swamps damp for some
man to make room, J
To make smooth his highway way down to his
tomb—
Then give hima boost !
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HOW IT TURNED |[OUT.
“Now that’s the oddest thing I" said
Mrs. Moss, as with a troubled look
she tied on her clean apron at the head
of the breakfast table, where she wait-
ed the appearance of her boarders-
“Isn't it, Joanna ?" ft
But Joanna, her cousin, after a vain
attempt to assume an expression of
* sympathy, broke into a laugh.
“It’s just too funny!” she said
“Only think of Mr. Dawson coming
here to get out of the way of what he
calls ‘husband-hunting old maids and
giggling young ones,’ and before he's
been here a week, Miss Bissel arriv-
ing, in hopes of being rid of ‘selfish old
bachelors I’ He, he I”
“They’ll both blame me !"”" sighed
Mrs. Moss. “But it’s all Sophronia
Bissel’s fault. If she had come when
she first intended it, I'd never have
taken Mr. Dawson ; and now to think
of her taking us by suprise and finding
him here! And I had assured them
both that no unmarried people ever
came to our farmhouse, but only fami-
lies—"’
“Hush I" whispered Joanna. “Here
they are.”
Mr. Dawson was always the first to
obey the summons to table ; and now
as his portly form and florid face ap-
peared at one door, there entered at
the one opposite a neat little lady in
gold eye-glasses and a cluster of prim
and shining curls above her forehead.
They met face to face at the foot of
the table, and an ominous shadow im-
mediately descended upon the face of
each. They had instinctively recog-
nized each other as old maid and old
bachelor.
“I declare,” said Joanna, afterward,
“It was exactly like our old Towser
and Tabby when they first met. Don’t
you remember how he glared and
how she put up her back? He,
he!”
“Mrs. Moss,” said Mr. Dawson after
breakfast, “I understood you to say
that no single ladies ever came to your
house.”
Mrs. Moss explained about Mies
Bissel’s unexpected arrival that morn-
ing.
“But I assure you,” she added,
eanestly—*I assure you that she won’t
bein your way, for she came purpose-
ly because she had heard that there
were no single men here. She hates
bachelors.” :
“Hates bachelors!” echoed the
boarder, incredulously.
“She does, indeed. You see, she
never received any attention from
young men when she was a girl, and
now that she’s middle-aged she don’t
expect it. She calls bachelors selfish
and disagreeable, and avoids them all
she can.”
“Hum !” said Mr. Dawson, doubt-
fully.
And taking his newly arrived papers,
he repaired to his own exclusive seat
on the broad farmhouse piazza—a
cozy nook at the farthest end, from
whence he had permanently banished
all children by scowling ogerishly at
them whenever they ventured too
near.
And now to his disgust, he found
that Miss Bissel had conveyed a small
cane rocking-chair to this chosen spot,
and was serenely cutting the leaves of
a magazine.
“Dare say she knew this was my
place,” thought Daweon resentfully,
“However, I won’t be driven out.”
And he drew up his own big arm-
chair and sat down with his back to
the lady who hadn't taken the slightest
notice of him,
Presently glancing around, he found
that she had quietly removed herself
and her chair to the opposite end of
the pizza, and placidly resumed her
occupation.
“Hum !” thought Dawson, looking
after her. ‘Strange woman that,
Hates bachelors, does she? Why,
I’ve never known an oldmaid who
didn’t come simpering and mincing
round one, and offering lozenges for
colds, and button hole boquets, want-
ing to pin 'em on themselves, and pen-
wipers and pincushions and watch-
cases, and I don’t know what other
trash. Dare say she will be in time."
But Mr. Dawson found himself mie-
taken. As the days went by, not only
did Miss Bissel not favor him with any
of the above-named articles, but she
kept away from him as much as possi-
ble, and ignored his presence, and at
table never noticed his remarks, ; and
invariably declined the dishes
which he sometimes found himself
compelled to pass her.
How could she do less, when not on-
ly did ehe dislike “gelfish old bach-
elors,” but had been frankly told by
well-meaning Mrs. Moss that this spec-
ial old bachelor hated old maids ?
Miss Bissel when, visiting the coun-
try, was fond of sketching and making
collections of wood plants, and just
now her special desire was for a speci-
men of maiden-hair fern, which she
had been told was to be tound in this
neighborhood.
Day after day she would sally forth
on this quest, and it more than once
happened that in the field or woodland
paths she would come suddenly upon
Mr. Dawson, taking what he called his
“constitutional,” on which occasions
she would recoil and avoid him, as
though he had been a toad or an ad-
der.
This treatment began to irritate him
almost as much as the attention and
manceuvrings of other old maids had
formerly annoyed him,
One day, passing along a marshy bit
of woodland he espied at the foot of an
old oak tree a splendid specimen of
maiden-hair fern.
For an instant he paused, remember-
ing how often he had heard Miss Bissel
wishing for one ; but then passed on,
with the thought that Miss Bissel’s
wishes were no concern of his.
Scarcely, however, had he gone
twenty paces when, at a turn of the
pathway, he met that lady face to face,
and then his better impulses overcame
him.
“Looking for ferns, Miss Bissel ?”
he said, abruptly, before she could pase
him.
“Yes, sir,’ she answered, frigidly.
“I have just passed a very fine speci-
men, which I can point out to you if
you like.” :
Miss Bissel’s bright gray eyes grew
brighter through her glasses. With-
out a word she demurely followed him,
and he pointed out with his cane the
coveted treasure at the foot of the oak
tree.
“] am extremely obliged to you, Mr.
Dawson,” said Miss Bissel, with cere-
monious politeness. ‘This is indeed
just what I have been wishing for. I
will not detain you further,” she added
stifly.
So Mr. Dawson touched his hat and
walked away, wondering that she had
not requested him to assist her in re-
moving the plant, as almost any other
old maid would have done under the
circumstances.
But he observed at dinner that Miss
Bissel for the first time seemed to be
listening to his conversational witti-
cisms, and even smiled faintly at one
of them.
The talk chanced to turn upon dif
ferent kinds of bread, and Mr. Daw-
son expressed his partiality for Sally
Lunn and flannel cakes.
Mrs. Moss yromised that those
dainties that evening should grace the
tea table, but subsequently expressed
her fears lest her attempt should not
prove successful. In fact for some un-
discovered reason, all her Sally Lunns
had proven failures and her flannel
cakes only abortions.
“I will help you if you will let me,
Mrs. Moss,” said Miss Bissel. “I am
considered a first rate hand at Sally
Lunn’s and flannel cakes.”
“Why, Sophronia, I wouldn’t think
you'd care to take the trouble, as
it’s for Mr. Dawson,” said plain spok-
en Mrs. Moss, to which Sophronia re-
plied slightly coloring.—
“It's only on account of those ferns.
You see, I don’t like to remain his
debtor for anything, and if the man
likes Sally Lunn and flannel cakes, as
he says, why let him have them and
enjoy them. Ouoly he’s not to know
that I had anything to do with it.”
Now, it 80 happened that Mr. Daw-
gon, leisurely passing beneath the
kitchen window, screened by the hon-
eysuckle vines, overheard this speech,
and when at supper the table appear:
ed adorned with a beautiful loaf of his
favorite bread and plates of delicate
cakes, he was in no doubt as to who
was the accomplished maker there-
of.
“Pity that woman is not married,’
he thought. ‘‘She’d be a treasure to
some man matrimonially inclined ;
especially,” pausing and hesitating,
‘some poor bachelor dependent upon
board-bouse keepers. A woman who
can make such bread can do anything.
And she didn’t wish me to know about
it. Why, any other old maid would
have paraded it to the utmost I”
It was some days after this that
Miss Biesell, having from her window
carefully watched Mr. Dawson out of
sight, set forth on her own morning
walk, taking an exactly opposite direc-
tion. This led to a meadow through
which ran a pretty streamlet, along
which she wandered, sketchbook in
hand, seeking for some object worthy
of her pencil.
She came at length to a gnarled old
sycamore tree, on whose mossy roots
was perched a large, green bullfrog ;
and delighted at his choice bit of “art
subject,” she seated herself and forth-
with commenced sketching, until pre-
gently aroused by a low, muttered
sound resembling distant thunder.
“Dear me,” she thought ;it can’t
be going to rain.”
Glancing around, she beheld what
for an instant paralyzed her with ter-
ror. From the opposite side of the
meadow was slowly approaching a
large black bull, staring fixedly at her,
tossing his head, and pawing the
ground, with low muttered bellows.
Miss Bissel, though a strong nerved
woman, dropped her sketchbook and
frantically made for the nearest rail
fence, which seemed her only chance
of safety.
But the ground was uneven, and she
knew that the dreadful animal must
be gaining upon her, when—oh, bless-
ed sight | there appeared a form—the
stout form of Mr. Dawson—hastening
toward her, shouting and waving his
cane in the air, He had made a cir-
cuit in his walk, and appeared upon
the scene just in time to avert an aw-
ful tragedy.
Never before had Miss Bissel ran
with outstretched arms toward an old
bachelor! Never before had Mr. Daw-
gon clasped an old maid in hisstalwart
arms, as lifting the slight figure, he al-
most tossed her over the fence, and
himself prepared to follow. His right
leg was already across the top rail,
when his enraged pursuer was upon
him, and but for Miss Bissel’s rare
presence of mind might probably then
and there have ended his days.
Seeing his danger, she sprang up
and seized him by the coat-tails, upon
which she exerled all her strength,
while the bull, catching him by the
left leg, tossed him like a whisp of hay
into the air.
Fortunately, owing to Miss Bissel’s
unflinching grasp, he came down on
the inside of the fence, while the balk-
ed enemy tore bellowing around the
meadow.
“He'll come back !”” gasped Dawson.
“Let us get out of sight behind that
thicket.”
But upon struggling to his feet, he
found that he could neither stand or
walk alone.
“Lean upon me,’ said Miss Bissel.
And with his hand upon her
shoulder the two tottered away, and at
a safe distance sank exhausted upon
the ground, and stared blankly at each
other.
“Miss Bissel,”” said Mr. Dawson,
golemnly, “vou have saved my life.”
#No, no ! you saved mine!” she re-
plied, tremuously. “But, good heav-
ens! you are hurt—you are bleed-
ing I”
“It is only my hand—torn on a
splinter of the fence.”
“Let me bind it up.” she said, pity-
ingly.
And down she went on her knees,
and tearing her handkerchief into
strips carefully bandaged the wound.
“Any other old maid,” thought
Dawson, “would have fainted at the
sight of blood.
Fortunately, Farmer Moss, alarmed
by the bellowing of the bull, now ap-
peared upon the scene, and Miss Bis-
gel, leaving her companion to his care,
made, her way home unassisted.
For a whole week Mr. Dawson was
confined to his bed by reason of vari-
ous sprains and bruises, and in that
time the most delicious Sally Luunns
and flannel-cikes were continously
finding their way to his room.
When he again appeared down
stairs, the last person to congratulate
him was Miss Bissel.
“I’m glad to see you well again, Mr.
Dawson,” she said, and her voice
trembled a little.
“And I'm glad to see you, Miss
Bissel, if only to thank you for your
kindness to me.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Mr.
Dawson. Itis I who am indebted to
you for coming to my rescue and sav-
ing my life on that dreadful day.” and
tears started to her eyes.
“Don’t cry, Mies Bissel,” he said
soothingly.
He looked around and obsery-
ing that they were alone, resumed.—
“I am glad to think that we have
been a mutual help to each other,
and I have been reflecting that it
would be a good thing—don’t you
think so Miss Bissel ?—if we could
agree to—to help and take care of
each other always.”
Mrs. Moss, entering the parlor
about that time, found Miss Bissel
apparently very much agitated, and
heard her say, talteringly,—
“] will think about it, Mr. Daw-
s0D.
The good lady made an excuse for
retiring, and hastened to communicate
her convictions to Joanna.
“It's surely going to be a match,
Joanna, when she says that she'll
think about it. And 1t’s the oddest
thing 1”
And Joanna answered,—
“It’s just too funny! Who'd ever
bave thought that it would have
turned out so ? He, he !"— Waverly.
Something Needed.
The elderly maiden lady had sued the
rich old fellow for breach of promise
and was testifying.
“You say,” said the attorney, that the
defendant asked you to marry him.
“x do.”
“And what did you do ?”’
“f accepted him. of course.”
“Why did you accept him ?”
“He was different from most men.”
“In what respect, pray ?”’
‘He asked me to marry him.”
“Ah! Did he protest his love for
you ?”
“No. I protested at first ; toward the
last I consented.”
“Didn’t you accept him for his mo-
ney ?”’
“No.” :
“You wouldn’t have accepted him
without the money ?”
“Of course not.”
“Well, do you think that is fair to
the man ?”
Certainly I do,” she exclaimed.--
“You don’t suppose a woman wants a
man for a husband who has no attrac-
tions at all, do you ?”’ and then the at-
torney let her go.
——The Indian camels which have
been taken to Australia are developing
into a new breed. The process of selec-
tion has been used in breeding in train-
ing, and now there promises to be tens
of thousands of camels in Australia,
“larger in frame, sounder in wind and
limb, and possessed of greater weight-
carrying capacity,” than the original
stock. Their power to resiet thirst is
shown by their having been forced
marches in Australia where the camels
were without a drop of water for from
twenty-one to twenty-three days.
—— 3&5. “Has old Tough quit smok-
ing ?” inquired one man of another.
“I don’t know whether he has or not,
but he died the other day,” was the
evasive reply.
The Annual Methodist Conference at
Tyrone Next Week.
Great Preparations Being Made in our Sister
Town lo Entertain the Preachers.— Hundreds
of them Will be There.—A Brief Statistical
History of the Church.
Elaborate preparations are already be-
ing made by the pastor, Rev. R. H.
Gilbert, and the congregation of the
First church, Tyrone, for the annual
sessions of the Central Pennsylvania M.
E: Conference which will convene in
that place next Wednesday, March 13th,
and continue one week. This conference
grows in importance and strength with
each successive year. It embraces al-
most one-third the territory of the en-
tire state and is comparatively as large
in every other way.
In this territory there are 218 ap-
pointments, divided into five divisions,
as follows: Altoona district, 48 appoint-
ments : Danville district, 47 appoint-
ments ; Harrisbarg, 40 appointments ;
Juniata district 34 appointments ; Wil-
liamsport district. 44 appointments.
MEMBERSHIP,
According to the reports presented a
year ago Altoona district is in the lead
in point of membership, it having 12,-
204 full members. Danville comes next
with 10,627 ; Harrisburg. 20,505 ; Jun-
iata, 9,618, and Williamsport, 9,019, a
total of 51,873 members ; an increase
over the preceding year of 474. The
increase will be even larger this year.
THE CHURCH PROPERTY.
The church property of the various
districts, according to the reports hand-
ed in at the last Conference, is thus
quoted : Atloona district 180 churches
valued at $460,200; Danville district,
117 churches valued at $437,175; Har-
risburg district, 83 churches vauled at
$653,900 ; Juniata district, 123 churches
valued at $270,150 ; Williamsport dis-
trict, 103 churches valued at $614,905, a
total of 561 churches with a valuation
of $2,436,330, an increase in valuation
of $54,275. There are also 162 parson-
ages with a valuation of $395,325.
SUNDAY SCHOOLS.
The Sunday schools in the Confer-
ence foot up as follows: Altoona dis-
trict, 188 schools, 2,179 officers and
teachers and 15,963 scholars. Danville dis-
trict, 116 schools 1,904 officers and teach-
ers and 14,469 scholars. Harrisburg dis-
trict, 84 schools, 1,893 officers and
teachers and 19,141 scholars. Juniata
district, 185 schools, 1,750 officers and
teachers and 11,1883 schclars. William-
sport district, 120 schocls, 1,831 officers
and teachers and 13,545 scholars; a grand
total of 593 schools, 9,557 officers and
teachers and 69,301 scholars ; an increase
over preceding year of 10 schools, 202
officers and teachers and 1,459 scholars.
COLLECTIONS.
1n the district there was raised for
pastor’s support the sum of $179,798 ;
for presiding elders, $11,804; for Bishops,
$2,418 ; for conference claimants, $7,-
811 : for current expenses of churches
and Sunday schools, $72,812 ; for mis-
sions, $41,832; for all other benevolent
collections, $30,620, making a grand
total of moneys raised and collected for
all purposes (except local church erec-
tion and payment of debts, for which
the sum of $124,782 was expended) of
$346,995. This is a decrease from the
year previous of about $35,000. The
conference has in it a total of 208 effec-
tive ministers, 41 supernumeraries and
superannuated and 14 probationers. In
addition, however, there are in the dis-
trict about 155 local preachers.
THE PRESIDING BISHOP.
The sessions of the Central Pennsyl-
vania Conference this year, and not on-
ly the Central Pennsylvania, but the
Philadelphia, Pittsburg and Erie Con-
ferences, will be presided over by Bishop
John P. Newman, D. D., I.. 1. D., of
Omaha, Nebraska and this will be the
first year he has presided over Confer-
ences in Pennsylvania. This being the
case, a brief sketch of the Bishop will
not be out of place. He was born in
New York City September 1, 1826, thus
being aged 68 years. He entered the
Oneida conference in 1849 and since has
been a member of the Troy, Mississippi,
Baltimore, New York and other con-
ferences. In 1858 he was pastor of Bed-
ford Street church, New York City,
where his remarkable eloquence won
him fame. In 1859 he went to Europe,
spending a winter of study in Rome
and making a tour of Egypt and Pale-
stine. In 1862-3 he was again stationed
in New York city from where he was
sent to re-organize the Methodist Epis-
copal church in Louisiana, Texas and
Mississippi. In 1869 he was pastor of
the Metropolitan church in Washing-
ton, D. C.. and in 1873,%under an ap-
pointment of President Grant, he made
a tour of the world. When made Bishop
he was serving a third term as pastor of
the Metropolitan church in Washing-
ton. Bishop Newman is the author of
several very valuable works. Heisa
man of very noble and generous im-
pulses, full of sympathy, dignified in
manner, 8 most pleasing speaker and
one of the most widely known and
prominent ministers in the United
States and Europe. He was elected a
Bishop in 1888 in the city of his birth.
He has few equals as a lecturer, is tho-
roughly acquainted with the rules of
Elocution and is an able, just and
thorough presiding officer.
——The Boston Home Journal says
that Mrs. Mary A. Livermore is a wo-
man revered alike in her family and
neighborhood and yet her greatness does
not always appeal to a small boy who
belongs to a family residing in the vici-
nity. He was one day found by bis sis-
ter swinging on the gate. When she re-
primanded him for doing what had been
forbidden, the irreverent youth remark-
ed: “I don’t care for ma, nor pa, nor
you, nor the ox, nor the. ass, or any-
thing that’s anybody’s.” *Oh,” Willy I"?
exclaimed the shocked little girl, ‘do
you know who wrote those words you
use go ?”’ “Don’t care,” was the reply.
“Mrs. Livermore, I s’pose.”’
——Yes,” remarked Mrs. Mala-
props, “it was a great sight. First came
the king, carrying a skeptic in his hand
and wearing a beautiful red mantle all
covered with vermin. It was a grand
sight.”
—Men who declare the world owes
them a living are usually too lazy to
hustle around and collect it.
Caging Wild Beasts.
A writer in Little Folks, who paid a
visit to Jamrach’s wild-beast establish-
ment in London, has this to say :
Now there are at the moment I am
writing two beautiful Bengal tiger cubs
in one of the cages. Thecubs are old
enough to be dangerous, so if I tell youn
the way I saw them put into the cage
they now inhabit, you will know a lit-
tle of how wild animals are transferred
from one place of confinement to anoth-
er
The boxes that tigers and lions come
in are not very big—just big enough to
allow the inmates to lie comfortably.
This, besides saving freight, prevents
the animal from using his full strength,
and perhaps, in case of fright or frenzy,
from bursting the box.
Well, the box with the tiger cubs was
placed in front of, and partly in, the
open cage. A sliding door in the box
was then lifted, and the cubs darted for-
ward at the meat that was lying in the
far corner of the cage to tempt them. :
{ Meanwhile the box was quickly with- man-style shirt flat for more than 10
drawn. and the barred gate of the cage
as quickly shut.
Itis easy, however, to transfer an
animal from a confined box to a large
cage. He is going then from captivity
to comparative liberty. It is not so
easy—indeed it is extremely difficult—
to get him to go through the reverse
process, to walk from a large cage into
a box. If there be time, he can always
be made to do it quietly enough.
Give him no food in the large cage,
but put it in the box. He may even
hold out for days; hunger, however,
will prove in the end stronger than his
fears, and he will, with a growl, make a
dash for the joints, when the trap will
be closed against him.
It isn’t always possible to wait for
hunger to make him submit, Perhaps
the animal is wanted to-morrow, and
the dealer has got the order only to-day
and must catch the train with him at 4
o’clock in the afternoon. What is to be
done now ?
Here a man’s superior intelligence
shows itself. It is fear that prevents the
animal from entering the box, and this
fear must be overcome by a greater fear.
This is an easy matter to the animal
dealer with his knowledge of animals.
He simply sets light to a little bundle
of dry straw in the cage; this is enough
the animal’s fear of fire makes him fly
at any outlet of escape.
Profitable Bargain,
A Man Invests $100 in a Claim and Makes a
Fortune Out of It.
The history of gold mining in Cali-
fornia 1s full of instances where aban-
doned claims have subsequently yielded
a rich return and where shafts sunk as
far as capital would permit have after-
ward made rich fortunes for more fortu-
nate capitalists.
The stories told about such experiences
in the Comstock and other famous mines
are as household words in mining ecir-
cles, and there are occasional anecdotes
in connection with less historical enter-
prises. One story relates to the casual
visit of John Jillson to Siskiyou county
years ago in search of a recreant debtor
who owed him $500.
Times were hard and Jillson, when
he found his man, accepted $200 ‘‘on
account” and started home again.
“What is land worth here!” asked
Jillson.
“Not much of anything,” was the
reply.
“But you fellows seem to like it,”
persisted Jillson.
“Only because we can’t get away.”
“What will you take for your claim?”
asked Jillson.
“One hundred dollars cash.”
“Done,” said Jillson, going down in-
to his pocket.
The price was paid, a deed given, the
sellers walked away, the buyer took off
his coat and went to work. The next
day he struck it rich and in a month
cleaned up $13,000.
Fear the Lantana.
Hawaiian Planters’ Pastures Ruined by the
Spread of a Garden Flower.
One of the great problems to planters
in the Hawaiian islands is trying to
crush out the lantana plant, which in
the last decade has become a pest.
Whole tracts of fertile land are a bar-
ren waste in consequence of being over-
run with it.
From a very few plants which were
brought to adorn flower gardens it has
spread over the country, an enemy hard
to subdue.
As early as 1891 1t was noticed that
the lantuna was fast getting the upper
hand of the planters, and the best pas-
tures throughout the islands were fall-
ing under its control. One cf the largest
ranches on the island of Ohua was en-
tirely abandoned in consequence.
The mynah bird, it is said, has been
the cause of spreading it. As yet no
efforts have been made to exterminate
these birds, which are another pest in
the islands.
This flower was first brought to Ha-
waii from America in 1858, and the my-
nah bird from the East Indies the same
year ; one might not have proved so
great a curse if the other bad not come ;
the two together have rendered worth-
less thousands of acres of pasture lands.
It grows singly and in clumps, spreads
over the soil, killing the grass.
Many of the ranchmen are now or-
gattizing to crush it out. The govern-
ment has promised to do something.
——Boy on the Fence—*‘My paw on-
ly has to work six hours and he earns $4
a day.”
ow Boy—¢Huh! My paw don’t
have to work at all. He does the street
cleanin. ”’
. ee —————
——Secribbler—¢I sign my name to
everything I write now. What do you
think of the idea ?”’
‘Wabble—¢That’s all right, old man,
as long as you don’t give your address.”
——Jikniks—¢The more a man has
the moro he wants.”
Biskit—‘Did you ever have twins at
your house ?”’
ATELIER,
I
There is many a slip
'Twixt the cup and the lip—
So the poets satirical sing ;
And the world also sees
That there’s many a freeze
*Twixt March and the genuine spring.
— Washington Star.
For and About Women.
Mary N. Murfree, whose pen name is
Charles Egbert Craddock, is a native of
Tennessee, where the scenes of her
stories of mountain life have been laid.
She has always been a cripple.
A good insight can already be had
into the fashions of next summer’s
promenaders. One noticeable item is
offered to take the place of the man-cut
shirt front for girls. Itis a linen shirt,
close fitting except for the front, which
is in the form ot a box-pleat that hangs
straight, smooth and stiffly starched
from the collar to just below the belt,
where it turns under sharply. Along
the top of the box-pleat there are regu-
lar stud holes and studs will be worn.
This pattern gives the needed straight
and flat effect in front and at no =sacri-
fice to the lines of the figure. It is
worn with just so much greater ease,
too, for it was next to impossible for the
average girl to keep the front of the
minutes.
The first styles suggested for making
the loosely woven tweeds and cheviots
are short fitted coats, such as were form-
erly called basques, and round seamless
waists. The coat may be single or
double breasted, the latter buttoning
high on the left shoulder, and rounding
smoothly over the hips, then quite full
in the middle of the back. It is about
100r 12 inches in length below the
waist. The flat coat back with pleats
in the seams and buttons defining the
waist, is also used.
Box pleats will again be used in both
coats and round waists Two pleats in
front and back alike, beginning on the
shoulders and tapering to the waist, or
else one double box pleat down the
middle of front and back, are favorite
styles at present with the dressmakers.
Tailors prefer the English Norfolk
jacket with three pleats belted in.
another fancy is for a shallow round or
square yoke with the fullness of the
waist attached in either three or five
box pleats. The waists and sleeves of
loose wool stufts are simply stitched in
one row near the edge. Sometimes
silk of a contrasting color is used for
lining the waist and entire gown.
Wide satin ribbon, black or colored,
forms a stock and folded beit. Sleeves
retain the mutton leg shape, and there
is nothing new in the cut of skirts, but
that they must be short all around is in-
sisted upon by every first-class modiste.
The violet is now the correct posy.
Purple bunches are on corsage and lapel
all over town. After the chrysanthe-
mum fad the change comes as a relief.
There is a mistaken idea that ‘‘cul-
ture’’ means to paint a little, to sing a
little, to dance a little and to quote pas-
sages from late popular books. As a
matter of fact culture means nothing of
the kind. Culture means mastery over
selt--politeness, charity, fairness, good
temper, good conduct. Culture is not a
thing to make a display of ; itis some-
thing to use so modestly that people do
not discover all at once that you have
it.
RurLes ror Beaury.—Don't fret,
keep clean and be careful to breath cor-
rectly. There are three things that
give a woman perfect form, movement
and disposition. Resolved into rules,
they are as follows : Don’t fret, keep
clean and finally keep supple. To keep
supple a woman musr begin by breath-
ing right ; then she must walk with her
muscles instead of ber bones; and lastly,
she must exercise regularly. The best
way to keep clean is to rub a nice, soft
cream into your skin before taking a
bath, and then take that bath just as
possible. The cream feeds the skin and
the hot water cleanses and softens it.
The way to keep from fretting is to put
your thoughts upon something else than
yourself, and above all to have an inter-
est in lite. No woman need fear old
age if she has lived up to these rules.
Why will women with full faces and
chubby throats persist in wearing the
full rosette bows and tabs and flaring
ends. to say nothing of the crush collars
and ruchings, now so popular? asks
the New York “Sun.” What with the
overpuffed sleeves, elaborately trimmed
bodices, hats trimmed at. right g=gles,
and these variegated arrangements
about the neck and ears, the middle-
aged woman with more than a suspicion
of double chin bears a strong resem-
blanece to a sitting hen whose feathers
have been ruffled from untimely inter-
ference.
A symmetrical throat, one rounded
like the base of a column, which sup-
ports a delicate oval face above, looks
well with outstanding bows and resettes
of chiffon, lace or ribbon, with masses
of crepe lisse and velvet crushed and
crinkled about its circumference, but
the chubby-faced girl and buxom ma-
tron {Fae doubtless look their best in
decollete gowns) had ‘best beware of all
these fussy fixings and fichus desighed
for house and reception toilets.
Wide velvet belts are much worn
for evening. A tall women may
wear a velvet belt six inches wide.
These belts are made of piece velvet and
tie at the left side in a somewhat pert
bow. With white gowns of chiffon or
mousseline de soie the velvet belt should
give just the correct dash of color to the
costume.
“Lineadach Deante in Giriun,”
which translated means linen made in
Ireland, is to be the thing for smart
Summer girls who dress up to the mode.
These come in the well-known linen
colorings, turquoise, terra cotta and
are either plain or striped. The golf
suitings that resemble nothing so much
as cotton tweeds are just the thing to
wear mornings at the Casino, in the
grand stand or on the field itself. Fancy
figures invite the buyer with every new
blend and fancy touch and the Scotch
ginghams. Madras shirtings, and grass
cloths abound in artistic plenty, so that
in the whole range of dress goods from
heavy weights to the feather prices
there need be no excuse for wnon-pur-
chase, the style, the profusion, the price
and the beauty all combining to offer
magnetic inducements from which there
is no getting away possible.
So