aA SB ee ft, eV Demorraic; Bellefonte, Pa., March 29, i895. | m——— | YET, AM I OLD. i I never knew that I was old— Like truth in dreams that truth yet | seemed— | Untii the honest “photo” told i Me, Irvas old! { As children turn from ghostly dark, As our hearts chill at barbarous tales, We will not look, we will not hark, Qur age to mark! We know our hope has broken wing, We know we shall not miss the world ; But ail is nothing to the sting The old lines bring ! Yet, after all, when once we bow Submissive to the iron fact, We find that life can, even now, Enthrall, somehow! Eyes that are kind o’er look the gray That shimmers on our whitening head ; Kisses from lips we love delay Joys but a day ! —Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, in Iadies Howe Journal. AN OUTLAW’S HERQINE. Together They Perished on the Great Western Desert. Manalillo was only a collection of adobe huts, huddled under the eye of the mornieg sun, in the midst of the burning Arizona desert. Maybe it had been there am hun- dred years—maybe twice that time —for its annals were writ only in the sands of the wide, brown plain, and that which is written there to-day the wind covers to-morrow. But presently the railroad came, and with it signs ot development. A ranchman gathered up the nucleus of a flock of sheep; some miners outted and went prospecting in the moun- tains ; a fellow who had some smat- tering of science went off himself into the heart of thc Apache country, and. iy back with epalsrich with strange | re, These, and others like them, came to look wpon Manalillo as their base: for supplies ; the place grew in im- portance ; people from a tarther dis-| trict began to.come higher, and many riders, in fantastic dress, were seen up- on the streets. Some of these riders it would have been difficult to classify. They were certainly neither ranchmen nor miners. It might not have been a serious mat- ter to call ‘them .gamblers. Some of them were more than suspected of having helped to “hold up’ the Fort Stanton stage on occasion ; more than one rode a horse for which he had nev- er exchanged an equivalent. In the terse vernacular of the south- west, they were-simply “bad men.” It was ‘because this portion had be- come too numerous that the leading citizens decided -society must be we- organized and they went about the task methodically. Among these “bad men,” the name Domingo Tuarez led all the rest, and it was decided by those having author- ity in the matter that Juarez must ‘'g0,”’ preparatory ¢o the establishment of an orderly community. When Armeda Torreon rode iato Manalillo that afternoon to exchange a goat'stfleece fora measure of meal she learned that matters of graveim- portance were afoot. A good three leagues from Manalillo was the ranch where Vicentio ‘Tor- reon, her father hired a few goats and basked in the sun all day, asking little in life emoept to be left alone. The night was still as it was white, except for the far-yelping of a coyote or at the toot-of-am owld After & time the sound of distant hootbeats was .added to these. A borseman drew in sight, silhoutted against the clear-eky, rode up to them at an easy lope and halted in front of the hut. . “You are glad io see me,” said the rider, sarcastically, as neither the man nor the girl stirred ; “it is worth rid- ing far for such welcome," “We are tired,” answered Armeda, indifferently. “Yes, Domingo, we do something besides play, we,” grunted Torreon. The horsemen :fiung himself down besides the girl. “Tell me,” he said. “We have lost the new goats.” “The ones you had from the Eng- lishman 2?” ’ Torreon chuckled a silent assent, remembering how they had gotten them. “Did he eome for Domingo. “Bah, no! He has not that cour- -age. They have strayed away, up the arroyo." “They will come back.” “Yes, when the wolves have eaten them.” They were silent for a little. the man said, tentatively : “You followed them ? “¥es until I could go no further.” Domingo rose and stood looking across the plain, “The arroyo ira cursed place,” he said. Then he put his hand upon his horse. “Juan is sure of foot. Yes I could bring them back. Bst I must be in Manalillo tonight.” His manner was irresolute, and he kept his face from the girl as hespoke. Armeda turned her eyes upon him with languid interest. “Dont let your poor goats interfere with your pleasures,” she said, “doubt- | less some one will miss.you if you are not there.” “The devil, no! You know itis pot that, Armeda. But there will be some good play tonight.” “Oh! very well. Ishall go for the | goatr again, when I have rested.” “What ? To the arroyo? Tonight ? That is nonesense. See here—-1 will go it you will promise me—"' . “I will not promise. If you ecan- not do this for me—" “1 but jested,” he said quickly. “I shall go and find your goats.” He tarred and rode away. them ?'7 asked Then And Armeda stood aud watched until he | was well out of sight and hearing, | Then she went into the bit of chap- paral and returned drivisg before her a dozen fine Angora goats, whose long silken coats showed even in the moon- light, the purity of their breeding. “If he rides till he finds them he will not be in Manalillo this night,” che said, contentedly, to herself, as she fastened the flock securely in the in- closure. It wantd yet two hours of dawn when Armeda, lying awake with some unformed fear upon her heart, heard again the sound of approaching hoofs. She arose, drew a blanket hastily about her and went outside the hut. In an instance Domingo was by her side and leaned from his saddle and whispered : “Get my pistols, quick ! The reg- ulators are behind. and I bave but one.” Not pausing to question, she went inside, put on some clothing swiftly, came out and ran to the corral, where she saddled and mounted her fathers horse. Then she wheeled to the side of Domingo, handed him a pistol and placed two in her own belt. Domingo laid his hand on her arm. “Have you thought ?” he asked. “Yes,” was the firm reply. “If you go with me now you can rot return.” “I know.” “Yes, yes,” she said, impatiently ; "let us be gone.” Just then the goats, aroused by the unusual stir at so early an hour, be- gan to nove restleesly. This seemed to remind Domingo of something. He spoke hesitatingly. “Armeda, I did not go after the goats.” “I know. It does not matter. They were not lost. You have been to Manalillo. I tried to keep you away. “They were uot lost? Good! We are gaits, then.” With this the outlaw bent toward his companion and drew her toward him and kissed her on the lips. Then they settled themselves well in their saddles, laid the reins loosely on the necks of their horse aad rode toward the coming dawn. For along time they rode =ilently, neck and neck. When the redstreaks of the approaching day began to show across the bare, brown plain the girl looked about her and shuddered. Domingo saw and spoke: “It is the only chance. not follow here.” “It's the Malpais ; the Evil Place,” she said. Then they rode forward steadily and calmly into the place of horrer. They dare “Heis a long way off,” said the leader of the regulars, halting and watching the moving specks ahead of him ; oneecannot tell here how far. Distance cheats the -eye—it lies to one,” He shaded his eyes with his hand, and Jooked a long time toward the east and again to the west, from which they had come. “We wiil go back,” he said, aftera a little ; “I am ashamed to give up, but it is just as well—he is safe—I make no doubt of that.” He nodded meaningly in the direc- tion of the riders. “‘Just as cafe,” he added, ‘‘as though he had a rope around his neck. “But the girl 2’ asked one of the band. The leader only ehrugned his shoulders in answer and set his face to the west. : When the fugitives, looked back and could see their pursuers no lounger, they rested a - little. Dominge un- slung the leathern water-bottle from’ his shoulder, whieh bad not been touched until now, and gave Armeda a drink. Then he made a motion as if swal- lowing some himself, and poured a little of the water into the palm of his hand and moistened the mouths of the horses with it. The midday sun rose high overhead, and as they rode on through the long afternoon, on threugh the scorching desert, on through the terrible Malpais, : beat down upon them merciless: Ay. The wind that came across the -dreary waste was blowa straight as from a fiery furnace. The air shimmered with heat, and the bright metallic glitter upon the polished lava burned upon their eyeballs and made them reel, sick with a dizzy faintness. ‘Qace Armeda swerved from her sad- dle and would have fallen, but was stayed by her companion’s hand. He gave her more water to drink. And when the moon came up again they yet rode—riding for life. They rode;now from something more terri- ble than the regulars. But they rode slowly, uncertainly, and the miles stretched longer and longer; the wa: ter was all gone now, and their mouths vecame-dry and parched and cracked go that they could not talk. But the outlaw touched the girl gently now and then, and she answer- ed him with a look of supreme con- teat. She was willing to aceept that which the saints should will, Finally her horse stumbled and fell, and could not rise again. Domingo caught her in his arms. “Leave me, and ride,” she whisper- | ed. But lie only raised her to his own saddle, and the good Juan bore them both forward. 2 At last he, too, fell. Then Domin- golaid the girl on the ground. aad, kneeling besides his horse, called him by every endearing name, conjured him | by all the dear saints to rise and carry | them out of the black horror—out | from that cursed place that had been named for the father of all evil—the | Avil place. | But the Malpais only clutched their | lives the more. He rose and lifted the girl in his arms and made forward as best he could, Weakly, blindly, staggering and gometimes falling, but always forward, with a strength born of des- pair. : “Leave me,’ the girl whispered again, “and save yourself.” But Domingo knew the awful journey was almost done. Before him, in the white moonlight, a moun- tain peak loomed dimly. How far it was he gould not tell, but somewhere between him and it was water. If he could only keep on alittle longer they would be saved. But even in the moonlight there does distance cheat the eye—does it still lie to one. Whenever he raised his head and looked across the plain to the mountain it seemed so far off go unat- tainable, that his heart sank. Still he struggled on through the long night. But just before day breaic he tell and lay outstretched beside his this commonwealth to be sacred and inalienable, challenge the admiration of all fair-minded men and give assur- ance amid the seething and heaving of political asperities that there are yet remaining lovers of our dear old com- monwealth, its laws and institutions who scorn to bend their knees to the Baal of religious rancor. These I thank for their pure and open honesty. They are unwilling to single out their Catholic fellow citizens, or any other religious denomination of the state and make them the victims of a hostile crusade. I am not disposed to excite hard feel- ings against the members who urge the passage of the “Religious Garb Bill.” They may ride the whirlwind, but the Catholic church will govern the storm aud gather the spoils which their vio- burden on the black lava. upon them, and they died. And old Torreon herded the goats that he had stolen from the English- manu, and locked ever away curiously towards the east. And the adobe huts of Manalillo knew again the quiet of a hundred years—and the Malpais lay and glistened in the san——ever the Evil Place.— Boston Globe. Origin of Canaries. A Ship From the Canary Islands Introduced Them to Italy Through a Wreck, About 850 years ago a ship returning from the islands in the Atlantic, which people then called the Fortunates Isles, but which were undoubtedly the Cana- ries, went ashore on the coast of Italy, pear Leghorn. A cage of beautiful birds captured in these lands was bro- ken, and the birds were liberated. Through some caprice, they did not take refuge on the Italian mainland, but went to the island of Elbe, where in due time they nested and bred and increased in numbers. The Italians dis- covered that they were admirable sing- ers, and began to capture them and sell them in cages. This gave rise to a traffic which soon canary birds, so that not one was left there in a wild state. From that time the history of the canary has been one of perpetual imprisonment, and of the transformation of his appearance and character. He has become what nay be called an artificial bird. Every na- a special type. canaries, as they still exist in the Canary birds are of a greyish green or greenish burst the membrane of their throats ia pouring forth their song. Now and then the birds are taken in good prices in Europe or America. offspring of captivestock, and has been moreover have been:crossed with linnets, finches and other birds uniil their real race is uncertain. Canaries are now known as “German,” “French,” “Bel- gian,” “English,” ¢Tyrolese,” and so on, according to the forms and colors that have been produced in them. The inches long, and are remarkable for the elegance of their form and rich orange color. French canaries are light in coler. Some canaries which are entirely white command a high price. The Germans and Tyrolese, onthe other hand, breed more for beauty of song than of plum- age. Many of the birds have been train- ed by being kept in the dark in the hearing of the nightingales, to imitate these wonderful singers. The English bird is more rewarkable for plumage than oong. To be highly esteemed, it must have a head and body of bright orange, while its wings and tail must be black. A single wrong feather will diminish the value of the bird. Exhibitions of canaries are regu- larly held in the Crystal Palace, and no canary has a chance of winning & prize unless it be properly marked with black wings and tail. —— English editors are shocked be- cauee the yacht owned by the Prince of Wales raced on Sunday. Albert Edward has done worse things than break the Sabbath, and will continue to do them, English editors to the con- trary notwithstanding, ——0ld Drywater—My boy, in all creation you won’tfind any animal ex- cept man who makes a habit of smok- ing. Young Puffs—Yes, sir ; but ueither do I know any other animal that cooks his meals. —— “The negroes down in South “Georgia,” writes a farmer, **‘won’t pick cotton for 50 cents a day, and will scratch themselves up with briars from sunrise to sunset for a quart ot black- berries that is worth more than a nickel. ——President Cleveland turned his 58th year on Monday. He is still young and we hope, is still learning. The Religious Garb Bill, Bishop McGovern, of the Harrisburg Diocese, Writes aw Open Letter on the Measure Passed by the House—-Its Effect upon Colholicisim—- + The Prelate Extends His Thanks for the Pass. age of the Bill—He Says Legislators Have Rendered Valuable Reference Made to Secref Orders. To the editor of the Patriot A card of thanks to the members of biennial assembly 1895. The undersigned would forfeit his | reputation for candor and bonesty did i he hesitata to express his cordial thanks to the members of the legislature now in session in Harrisburg. The patri- otic sentiments of ‘the few but undis- mayed,” their ardent love for civil and religious liberty, for the rights of con- | operation. - science to all men to worship Almighty And then the sun came up and beat completely cleared the island of Elbe of tion of Europe has produced a canary of In the natural state of Islands and other Atlantic islands, the brown color, and are not remarkable for beauty ; but they are such energetic singers that they have been known to a wild state in these islands and sold for Bat the ordinary canary of commerce is the greatly modified by breeding. Canaries Belgian canaries ‘are sometimes eight Service to the Chuieh.— | | lent impetuosity leaves behind. To these I also extend my thanks. They | may not accept them and, in that event, they profess openly a love of country, its laws and institutions, in secret they riot in hatred toward their fellow citi- zens, excite and promote fraternal strife and disorder and override the laws un- der the impulse of a spurious patriot ism. This class is found always in every nation, barbarous and civilized, and their purpose is ever the same— disorder. In this land of civil and reli- gious freedom they excited riot, blood- shed and murder, desecrated. profaned and burned Catholic churches in Phil- adelphia in 1844; at an earlier date burned a convent in Boston and drove the inoffensive sisters and the children of their school, in the darkness of the night, homeless and friendless on the cold charity of the world, and while perpetrating this crime they claimed to render a service to God. The spirit of fanaticism and bigotry has always held a prominent place in they will be nothing the richer nor I ' the poorer. Indirectly, though not in- | tending it, they are doing yeomanry duty in the spread of Cathalicity. ! sn | In the Catholic church in the time of peace there are always many members cold and indifferent to Ler laws and dis- cipline, luke-warm in their religious duties and weak in their allegiance to ber unity. They are afflicted with spir- itual inertia bilious, dyspeptic and gleepy and need to be waked up to a sense of loyalty to their church. This is the valuable service rendered to the church by the members of the legisla- ture who represent constituents com- posed, in whole, or in part, of secret societies whose works of darkuess, and whose conspiracies against law and or- der and the civil and religious liberty of their fellow citizens, cannot stand the light of day and the honest frown of the true lovers of freedom, civiliza- tion, peace, prosperity and the brother- hood of all meu. As many of them owe their seats in the legislature to such constituents it is to be feared that they are prostituting their manhood to the thirst of office which they could not otherwise attain in the eternal fitness of things. But to this no remonstrance is raised on relig- ious grounds, Their hostility on this line will do more to advance the Cath- olic church than the fabled Jesuits in disguise. Fair minded Protestants, and there are hosts of them in our iand, are led to inquire : “What main- tains and has maintained the Catholic church for nineteen centuries, glorious and victorious against the marshaled hosts of the world, the flesh and the devil ? Is she mortal or immortal? There are no signs of decay upon her, on the contrary, she bears the indeli- ble tokens that she is immortal—a kingdom, as Jesus Christsaid to Pilate which is not like the kingdoms of this world.” i The Catholic church prospers in per secution and languishes in peace ; hers is a perpetual warfare on earth, and with the arms of the spirit she has and does suffer for the cause of truth, jus. tice and humanity. She fostered and established our Christian civilization, and when the nations rose up against her, like her Divine Master on the cross she shed her blood for the faith that is in her. As she has donein the past 0 she will do in the future—her enemies in the legislature to the <con- trary notwithstanding. She will ever weep over Zion. “The stranger shell heer her lament om his plains, The sigh of her harp shall be sent o’er the Till Th themselves, as they rivet her Shall bikie song of the captive and weep.’ Bismarck, of the iron hand, in our time, but with a manly chivalry which recoiled from stripping the religious of their dress, yet drove them out of the schools, hospitals and asylums, and expelled them from their homes, kin- dred and native land, and in the flood- tide of persecution, when cautioned against resorting to these extreme mea- sures, in the self-confidence of a tyrant, he boasted that he would not go to Canaso. Yet he did go and paid hom- age to the power he had defied, and returned, but not with the penitential spirit of Henry the Fourth and was hurled from office and now molders in obscurity. The emperor of Germaay seats at his right band Cardinal Le- dochowski, whom Bismarck expelled from his gee in Posen, and, with royal muaificence, presents him with a gold snuff-box, set with jewels, from whieh the carninal from time to time gives a pinch of Roman snuff to wake up the sleepy ex-chancellor. The religious in their garb are re- tarning back to Germany and doing business at the old stand, a Catholic, for the first time in the dynasty of the Hohenzollerng, is chancellor, and poor Bismarck, as his las: resort, has the privilege to make snoots at him in the dark. The irony of fate. We are all aware of the savage barbarities—priests hunted down like wolves, forfeiture, imprisonment, death quartered and gcored-—which were meted out to . Roman Catholics in Eogland and Ire- land for three hundred years; but to- day a Roman cardinal holds the place ! ot honor on state occasions next to the | heir apparent to the throne. | A few days ago the premier, { John Thompson, dies at an Hon. audience | with her royal majesty, the queen. She summons a Catholic priest to the cas- tle of Windsor, orders the services of the Catholic church to be celebrated | 8 the legislature ot Pennsylvania in their | over bis remains, places a wreath of | flowers on his coflin and seats herself | ‘at his bier. What an object lesson is this, I state these few cases for the re-! / Ih : i flection of all men of good will. Yet I | do not anticipate that these object les- gons will penetrate the thick skulls of the bigots and fanatics of Pennsylvania without the intervention of a surgical In these stirring times there are dan- | the history of this country. Of the thirteen colonies, Maryland, fcunded by a Catholic, Pennsylvania, by a Quaker and Rhode Island, by a Bap: tist, alone proclaimed civil and relig- , fous freedom. The other ten colonies | visited fines, banishmente, imprison- ment and death on all who differed from their religious views with a be: coming and remorseless cruelty that would fire the ardor of the savage Kurds of Armenia. While there might be in some colonies a slight modification of severity in favor of the Protestant sects, Catholics had no re- ligious liberty that they felt bound to respet. After the formation of our govera- ment the colonies, as they rormed themeelves into states gradually re- moved these obnoxions laws from their statute books and substituted in their stead the natural and indefessible right to all men to worship Almighty Ged according to their own conscience. New Hampshire refused to join the advancing spirit of the age, and to this day adores at the altar of religious bigotry. In this nineteenth century her statue books prescribe that: “No person can hold the office of governor, or be a senator or a representative in the legislature unless he conforms to gome denomination of Protestantism.” Twice, or three times, in my own re- collection, the true patriots and lovers of our American institutions made strenuous efforts to erase this stain from her constitution, but the narrow- minded fantaics vote no. / “And they made amolton image. And set it up on high And there it stands unto this day To witness if I lie.” The reform 1n the various state con- stitutions did not reform the spirit of intolerance of a large number of the people ot these United States, Catho- lics are the marked victims on nearly all occasions of this fanatical bate ; they are slandered and vilified in news- papers pamphlets, on the rostrum, in political and religious conventions, in the pulpit, in state legislatures and in the halls of congress. they are pre- scribed at the ballot box and debarred from all offices or places of trust or profit, which emanate from the voice of the people, except their constituents are Catholics, by a prejudice that has the force of organic law. These secret societies lead the vain in this crusade, but disguise their real purpose under strange and unmeaning names. At one time they called them- selves “Native Americans,” but their leaders were Irish Orangemen ; at an- other time “Know Nothings, a title no one was irelined to dispute; then Plug Uglies and Blood Tubs which was faithfully true, then Ancient Orders of American Mechanics who joined with the natives to burn churches in 1844 in Philadelphia. Now we have the “Junior Order of American Mechanics,” the sons of il- lustrious ancestors ; ‘American Pro- tective association’’ chiefly composed of refugees from Canada who are the queen’s subjects at home and defenders of American institution in this country, and supplemented by a few ex-priests and nuns who, having soiled their nest in the Catholic church, were expelled, and became a dainty feast of scandal for those who hunger for the weeds the pope throws over his garden wall ; then “the Patriotic Order of Sons of America” came in review and modest- ly assume that without their efforts the glory of this nation would fall into demnition bow-wows. These societies see danger in ladies’ dress especially in a religious garb. This garb fires their patriotism like a red rag goads on a furious bull. On the bleak summi. of the Alleghenies they spy teachers in a public school cover their nakedness in this garb and the whole state, politically, socially and religiously must be marshalled into a solid phalanx to undress these teachers regardless of the laws of the state or tne protection accorded to them by the civil courts. The su- preme court decided that these teach ers violated gno law of the commons wealth, yet the teachers must be slan dered and vilified at the altar of pre- judice. 3 In this religions garb wes filled with deadly microbes or loathsome leprosy or smallpox, no greater tremor could shake the manly forms of these patrio- tic societies. The true patriots, some perhaps fathers of these doughty sous, | in our late civil war, pouring out their life's blood on the battlefield or in the hospitals, cordially welcomed the minis. tering angels arrayed in this garb, and as they sootbed their fevered brows, moistened their parched lips and ten- derly bound up the gapping wounds of the sick and dying-—all with manly gratitude, even when the eyes grew dim and when their sonls were flattering in their earthly tabernacles lisped : “God bless yon sister ! God bless 11 God ~—— 111" and the hero went to his re- ward. These were true patriots ; the God according to the dictates of their | ger signals ahead which give salutary | enemies of the religious garb are spur- own conscience, not at the dictation of other men, which are declared and guaranteed by the fundamental law of warnings to all lovers of civil and reli- | gious liberty. There is a heavy under- | tow of bigots and fanatics who, while ious, (Concluded on page 4.) For and About Women. Bishop Potter's daughters were all educated with a view to deing at least one thing well. One girl became an expert pianist, another is an artist, and a third has trained herself to the duties of secretary. She not only answers her busy father’s letters, but receives callers answers all questions, which pour in by the hundreds upon a man in his position, arranges appointments and fulfils all the duties of an expert office woman, re- lieving her father from much care. “Foolish fullness” (ampleur insensee) is the term used to quality our sleeves by a well known Parisian fashion pa- per, and when one sees their latest de- ‘ velopments epaulettes, bows, draperies, secondary sleeves above the first—it is difficult to say that these huge balloons of material ere pretty or graceful. Ex- aggeration like pride, goes before des- truction, and very soon these enormous constructions will be swept into the limbo of forgotten fantasies. Skirts vary from 3% yards to over four and five round the hem. Materials, of course, are not all of the same width, and run, for woolens, from a yard and an eighth, or, say, 39 inches to 52 inches, and for silks —with the exception of the newest velvet, which runs to nearly 82 inches, are generally from 21 inches to 28 inches wide. The make of the skirt necessari- ly varies with width of the stuff em- ployed. For silks, the breadths are gored throughout , for woolen the upper part only of each breadth is gored at the selvedge. Unless where very thick ma- terial is used—the kind of cloth or of silk that is said to stand by itseif—skirts are lined throughout, Taffetas, very thin silk or sateen, are usually employ- ed for the purpose, though not so ele- gant in its effect. For evening gowns linings are almost universally of a con- trasting hue, while for walking dresses the same shade as the skirt is preferred. Walking dresses, it may be said, are nearly all of neatral colors and very quiet in make--thus for once fashion and good taste are in accord. Transparent fronts of chiffon or lace are worn with tailor coats, which are extremely severe in style. ‘White linen collars, both standing and turned over, are seen on colored shirt-waists, while the cuffs are colored like the shirt. Again the shop girls have seized up- on the latest fashion in hairdressing, and milady hesitates in consequence and is going rather to the other extreme in simplicity. Many of the ‘smartest’ women are now wearing the hair parted and brushed smoothly back from the fac:, leaving the more elaborate style of “coiffure, with the hair fluffed out and carefully waved at the sides, to the crowd, who are ever the first to adopt a new fashion that involves no outlay. Energetic, care-free individuals laugh at the suggestion of such an ailment as house nerves, and say it is only imagin- ary. But thousands of women will tes- tify otherwise. People of sedentary habits, who spend all their time indoors, frequently be- come morbid, brooding and irritable. The failure of any member of the family to reach home at the usual time brings forth gloomy forebodings of disaster; the absence of any one at night causes floor walking and tears, even though such a person be of mature years, sound health and abundant ability to care for himself. A projected journey is over- cast by recitals of horrible accidents. Meals are unsatisfactory ; clothes never fit ; no one sympathizes or condoles with the sufferer. The reason of house nerves are legion. Introspection is one. Leta woman sit at home day after day, week in and week out, and analysis of everything and person within her ken naturally follows, herself included. A woman who studies herself, her wants and de- sires, her ailments and loneliness, is on the fair road to an insane asylum did she but know it. Green promises to be very much the rage this year—a light fresh green, the color of I’ ‘-of-the-valley leaves. One of Madame Carlier’s prettiest things was a straw hat trimmed with a new ribbon, white dotted with littie green silk dots, with an edge halt an inch wide of green gauze. This was used with lilies-of-the- valley, and formed the only trimming on the hat. The new straws are made of silk, Perhaps that may be a sort of dull, but they are wide braids woven of silk, so delightfully light that their weight is scarcely felt on the head. Black hats are most seen for demi-season, with chiffon put on in very full pleatings, with edges studded with long teeth of jet. A dainty little bat brought from Monte Carlo was of the new black straw, with a great fluffy bunch of jet-edged chiffon in front and on each side. Four stiff wings of wired chiffon covered with rows of jet spangles stood up in front, and one on each side. On each side at the back was a bunch of pink crush roses. Leghorn hats intended for the Riviera were turn- ed up in the back, and had bunches of black plumes lying down on either side of the brim in front, with pink roses. What is called the cachepeigne at the back was of feathers and roses. Other bats had jet borders made so that velvet “| or ribbon could be run through them. One of the prettiest designs was studded at intervals with jet thorns, alternating with loops of velvet. Iridescent spang- les and spangles of emerald green are go- ing out here. They have been so much worn this winter as to have become com- mon, but all sorts of jetted wings and dragon. flies and butterflies are seco. Dr. Jennie M. Taylor, who went to Africa a year and a half ago with her uncle, Bishop Willian: Taylor, is shar-- ing his hardships, and will not return until she has been over the whole terri- tory occupied by his missions. Shae late- ly attended a meeting of missionaries and other workors in Angola, and practiced among them ber art as a dentist. She has been a very valuable assistant to Bishop Taylor, who says of her: “She is a wonderful worker, and commends herself by her amiability to the captains, ship surgeons, officers, crews, passengers, white people and black, monkeys, dogs, cats, kittens and puppies. Very relig- ious as well, but not demonstrative, she will have her own way, and usually her judgment is clear. She sings native hymrs like an old missionary.” low flat crowns, the trimmings of black:
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