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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.
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| 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
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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,
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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: