Bellefonte, Pa., May 17, 1895.
POVERTY’'S CHILDREN.
Only a newsboy! hast'ning along,
Ready and saucy, sturdy and strong!
With cap all awry on his dishevelled hair,
With ery loud and strident, he goes through
the streets
Learning hard lessons from those whom he
meets,
He offers his papers—crying the news,
Tells you of accidents, if you refuse,
Murders—or other things shocking or sad—
Rarely, or never, of things good or glad.
Who cares for the newsboy ?
Who, on the whole,
Has thought for his body
Or prayer for his soul?
Only a bootblack ; with kit on his arm,
So eager and restless—careless of harm,
His hands may be soiled, his cheek thin and
wan
His hat without brim, his trousers half gone.
But there stands he ready, blacking and
brush
To wipe from your boots the dust and the
slush.
“Have a shine, sir?” he cries t’all those who
pass,
“Shine your boots?
like glass!”
He's quick with a smile when you toss him a
joke,
I'll give them a polish
a little exclamation, and there stood in |
the door the longed-for young lady,
tiny, dainty, and as pink-and-white as |
a spray of apple bloom. Lee shut his |
teeth with a snap—he had hoped that |
there would be a new girl to while,
away the tedium of the rest of the sea- |
son, and now, after all, she was as!
nearly the opposite of his ideal as a
woman could be. The ordeal of the
introduction was borne gravely, how-
ever, and Lee began to think that per-
haps she wasn’t going to bea fly-away
after all, until she all at once demand-
ed that the florist’s assistants be sent
away and that the young people them-
selves put up the mountain of greens.
“Of course, if you want,” said Nell,
ruefully, “but we'll make an awful
mess of it. These men make it a busi-
ness, you see, and we—well, we'll be as
crude as children at it.” :
“Qh, no, we won't. Just let us try
and if it comes to the worst you may
send for your men later.”
Of course she had her way, and soon
there arose such a series of little cries
at pricked wrists, such growls at bat-
tered masculine thumbs, such a clatter
of shifting ladders and calls for tacks
When angry, with curses he's ready to choke.
Who cares for the bootblack ?
Who, on the whole,
Has thought for his body
Or prayer for soul?
Only a beggar girl! look at her come!
Sp tangled and dirty! sullen and glum,
She ee you askance—glance furtive and
Wild
Expecting & sneer. She's “Nobody’s child 1”
Her bart starves for love! she gets only re-
Hu
She's hardened and pert, a real little “tough”
What cares she for manners! what cares she
for law ?
She’s cold, and she’s hungry! There’s some-
how a flaw :
1n society's structure, is there’s no place
Where she can be cared for, and learn of
od’s grace.
Who cares for these children ?
Who. on the whole,
Gives thought to their bodies,
Or prayers for their souls?
Alas! for the little ones, all o’er the land,
Whose childhood is erushed beneath pov-
erty’s hand—
They live without friends, and grow without
love,
With no one to tell of their father above.
So bitter the present! the future so dark !
Neglect and depravity leaving their mark !
Can we then stand idle, and coldly refuse
To teach them and help them the right way
to choose ?
Remember that angels in Heaven, we're told,
Do always the face of our Father behold!
For God loves these children,
And we on the whole
Should care for their bodies
And pray for the soul.
—Kuate C, MEKnight.
HER CALM BLUE EYES,
Lee had always insisted that he
wouldn’t marry any weak little pink-
and-white creature, with a mouth
made only for dimples and a head
fluffy with golden curls. He wanted a
fine, big, dark creature, with shoul:
ders strong enough to bear the dignity
of his name and position, a color whose
brilliancy would put to shame the non-
descript women about her, and with
even a dash of daring in her make-up.
He did not care to own something,
even though that thing be a wife, whom
he did not have to strive a little to ob-
tain, and the prospect of an easy, long,
certain lapse of conjugal bliss aroused
only disgust in his rather reckless na-
ture. As Lee was remarkably hand-
some, wealthy and tascinating, to say
nothing of his being dangerously de-
termined when he so chose, the fellows
all laughed and agreed that he no
doubt would have what he wanted
when he finally decided to stoop to lift
some fortunate woman to the enviable
state ot being Mrs. Grant Haxton
Lee.
It was the day before Christmas, and
a half a dozen young people had con-
gregated in Nell Barton's ballroom to
witness the preparations for the dance
night. Nell, whom one of the men
had immortalized as the “girl with the
most friends and fewest lovers in the
set.”’ had left her companions an hour
before to meeta cousin who was ex-
pected from the east, and the younger
people had spent the time in directing
--the white-capped maids who were loop-
ing the fresh curtains and the men
waxingtthe bright oak floor. The
greens had been brought up and piled
high by the door, when the sound of a
carriage stopping in the street below
brought the gay bevy to the front
windows, where they craned their necks
in careful curiosity to catch a glimpse
of the new-comer,
“Bah!” remarked Lee, listlessly.
“She isn’t bigger than a baby, and I'm
afraid she is blonde.”
“Thank - you,” came in laughing
promptness from the three girls of the
party, who, as it bappened, each re-
Joiced in light hair. Lee merely laugh-
ed—he made no secret of his preference
for dark-eyed beauties, and the mem-
bers of his set had long ago acquiesced
to his tastes- A tew minutes later Nell
ran panting up the stairs, saying :
“Oh, she’s dearer than when I saw
her last, and then I worshiped her,
Yes, she'll be up soon—mamma is
helping her to get rid of a little dust
and incidentally talking her to death.
You men will have to be careful this
winter—she's to stay till spring, you
know—all of you but Mr. Lee, and he
isn’t in any danger from her calm blue
eyes,
“Then she is light, after all.” wailed
he of the fastidious ideas. I was in
hopes she at least had brown eyes—the
yellow kind with the gold glints in
them, you know.”
“Yes, we know," laughed one of the
men. ‘‘Lee’ssuch an experton eyes
that he’s got us all trained up to a re-
markable degree of intelligence on that
subject. Why, until he began his ex-
haustless hobby I never noticed wheth-
er or not even my best friend had any
eyes at all.”
“Sh-h’* drawled a tiny, blue orbed
miss, with & reproachtul glance at this |
neglecter of good things. Whereat
everybody laughed knowingly and the
injured maiden pouted coyly.
The subject of the expected cousin
was dropped here, as the little group
returned to the chairs about the walls,
peered out the high dormer windows
at the housetops below or practiced a
few pew steps of the latest dance, to
the extreme discomfort of the men rub-
bing away on their knees till their
cheeks puffed. All at once Nell gave
and twine as never before bad broken
the dignified elegance of the Barton
ballroom. Cousin Bess directed it all,
flitting about from each amateur dec-
orator, correcting here, suggesting there
and planning everywhere, until she
had each and every member of the lit-
tle party wholly at ber sweet com-
mand, with the exception of the tall,
dark Lee, who looked at her so grave-
ly, almost condescendingly, that before
the first hour was gone she felt that
she in some way aroused in him the
severest disapproval. Of course, she
was puzzled, for she had often heard
through Nell’s letters what a fascinat-
ing fellow he was, but she was destined
to discover the true state of affairs
sooner than she hoped.
Lee was on top of the highest ladder,
and one of the boys had climbed up
just behind him to act as a go-between
in the process of handing up the rope
of cedar, with which he was winding
one of the snowy pillars, which mark-
ed a jut in the east wall.
“Well, what do you think of the
little lady by this time?” asked the
man on the lower steps. And Lee, all
unconscious of the fact that Bess was
standing just beneath him around the
corner, laughed back :
“I told you, when I found she was
such a tiny, light-headed thing, that I
shouldn’t like her. And the more I
see of her the more I realize that I'm
right in branding her as a butterfly.
Of course I'll grant that dignity
wouldn’t become her any more than it
would a kitten, but I'm not going to
make excuses for her. The only thing
that redeems her at all is that her eyes
sometimes have a hint of seriousness
in them.”
And the unconscious Lee marveled
all the more the next time he spoke
to her at the quiet of her calm blue
eyes.
The next night he had the first waltz
with her—*‘just to please Nell,” he ex-
plained to the men, who began to twit
him a little. He drove with her,
walked with her, dined with her con-
stantly, yet for the first fortnight, in the
midst of all these marked attentions,
she got hints of his having spoken of
her “as light as foam’ or as “with as
little depth as a mountain stream.”
Still she went on receiving him, per-
mitting his ever-increasing homage and
absolutely refusing any advice or
warning from the now frightened Nell,
who had betore seen a little too much
of Lee's adventures.
At the end of the first month, how-
ever, all the other men had dropped
out of the contest, and poor defeated
Lee had anoounced at the club one
night that if anybody ever again re-
minded him that he had ever spoken
disparagingly of blue-eyed, slight little
girls there would be trouble. Where-
at all the men smiled kndwingly, and
began to speculate upon who would
act as best man. They soon found,
though, that they had reckoned with-
out their host. One day Lee seemed in
high favor with the tiny fairy tyrant,
the next he slunk into the club with
clenched hands and his-head on his
chest. He sent her flowers by moun-
tains; one aight she wouldn’t even
thank him, while the next she would
bury her tiny, warm face into their cool
petals till his very heart rose in furious
envy ot them. One morning he had
brought her a bunch of violets, and as
she bent her pretty lipsto them he
cried :
“] saw you—jyou kissed them.”
All the pretty, tantalizing brightness
fled from her face as she drawled :
“Is there anything wrong in that ?”
“Wrong !"” cried poor Lee, half mad
with delights “Wrong! No, it's—
it's heavenly —they’re mine, you
know"
Then the defiance died out of her
eyes, leaving only the old sweet calm
which always puzzled him so, and she
hos out the poor little blossoms to him
with :
“I humbly beg your pardon, but I
thought you gave them to me.”
“So I did,” stammered the puzzled
man. “Of course they're yours now,
but I gave them to you, you see.”
And this tiny, golden haired young
lady deliberately looked up into his
face as the pinned the flowersat her
throat with :
“No, I don’t see at all. Why are
you stammering and blushing like a |
school boy ?”*
The next time he sent roses and it |
I same instant he did.
happened that the box arrived at the!
He had come to |
take her for a drive—Nell had a head- |
ache and couldn’t accompany them--- |
and she met him in the big sun-flooded !
hall just as the butler handed over the
package. Slowly bravely, almost me-
chanically, she lifted the first pink!
blossom from its fragrant bed and de-
liberately kissed it, all the time look-
ing straight at him from out her clear,
still eyes. The defiance set his blood
boiling and he could not trust himself
. to speak. Slowly, though with a bow
which served to help calm him, he
reached out hishand and she gave him
therose, dewy and fresh, and blessed
in his eyes above all the precious
things of earth. Ashe silently slipped
it into his pocket she watched him
without a hint of rising color. Then,
turning, she laughed a queer little.
laugh, which he would have given
worlds to know whether it meant
gratefulness or ridicule. However, she
dashed all his hopes to the ground by
deserting him before the morning was
over to walk home with that lank young
fellow from Yale, with the cool little
remark that she was tired of riding.
Time went by. Again and again
had she brought him to the point of
telling how he adored her, only to repel
him just at the critical instant with a
crushing force. He struggled day aft-
er day to conquer her, by kindness, by
fierceness, by strategy and honest open-
ness, but all to no avail. Then he tried
to tear himself from her, and once
even bade her good-by with the an-
nouncement that he was going to New
York for a month. Varying stories of
the attempt were heard afterward, some
of the fellows insisting that they had
accompanied him to the station, while
others declared that he had spent the
whole evening in stalking up and down
in front of the Barton residence ; what-
ever was the truth, the fact remained
that he was seen walking with Bess
the next morning and she was laugh-
ing at him till her very spirit seemed
to be torturing him. A week later she
electrified the little band of young peo-
ple by insisting that she was going the
following day to a little town in the
southern part of the state to visit anold
school friend. The first week passed,
during which Nell wrote pleadingly
for poor Lee, asking the unruly little
runaway to send him a word ot greet-
ing, if nothing more. Still Bess’s let-
ters came, full of accounts of country
dances, long, rustic rambles and every-
thing under the sun but a mention of
Lee. At the Second Sunday he rushed
out from his room with coat and hand-
bag, calling to the fellows at the door
that he was going up north for a week.
They laughed aad went over to tell
Nell. She immediately wrote Bess all
about it, and the next evening that
little lady complacently arrived at the
Barton home and spent the rest of the
week in gay court with the callow
youth from Yale. When unsuspecting
Lee arrived at his club that Saturday
night and heard how matters had been
going his lips paled a little and his
hands shook eo that his friends were
frightened. However, he savagely re
pelled all their offers of help or sym:
pathy and kept his room for three days
until one morning brought him a coax-
ing little violet scented note which took
him to the Barton home on the wings
of the wind. But she met him with
that same slow, tantalizing smile, and
asked, idolently, whether the weather
up orth had been particularly severe
for so late in the spring. What a fool
he had been to have come eyen at her
request! With one last mighty effort
he turned from her and walked down
the hall, and for the first time since she
had come into her home Nell found
her cousin sobbing as though her heart
would break when she went up to cee
why she was late to lunch.
From that time forth he remained
away from the house, exeept when the
close social union of their own particu-
lar set brought him near her. He
didn’t grow cynical, or even desperate-
ly attentive to some other girl, but the
hurt look in his deep, sad eyes seemed
to have grown from the very depths of
his wounded heart. Bess tried at first to
keep up the old-time brightness of spir-
it, but soon the farce became too much
for her, and the pink-and-white of ber
cheeks gave way before a strange pale-
ness. In spite of her efforts the calm
eyes grew nervous and the gay little
laugh was rarely heard. Nevertheless
she never unbent in the least toward
the tall, grave Lee, and the puzzled
spectators came to the conclusion that
the only cause of her new mood was
the strain of a long, full season. Still
when the news came that Bess was too
ill to leave her room, one or two of the
brighter boys remarked that Lee smil-
ed oftener than before.
She had been kept indoors tor a
fortnight, when Nell sent a note to the
man from Yale that Bess could see
some of them again if they limited their
calls to a brief afternoon visit, Of
course, the whole club flocked over to
see the sweet little invalid, burying her
under sweets and blossoms and trying
in & hundred ways to renew her weak
spirit. Lee heard of it all, but never
offered to go near her until he saw that
she had recovered enough to walk a
little each day. Therefore, the follow-
ing afternoon, just as the last tardy
callers were coming down the Barton
steps, Lee passed them with a deter-
mined bow, and a moment later found
himself in the little, low music-room,
where the dusky shadows had begun
to creep about the weird strings and
shapes of the instruments. Bess was
alone in her low-cushioned chair, and
he halted reverently at the threshold
Lee suspected that he heard a hint of
a sob. When she saw him she half
rose, then sank back again without a
word, only turning her face hastily
from the light. He now knew that he
was the master of the situation. and
without a word he sank to a seat be-
side her, calmly taking her thin, little
hand, as he said:
“Don’t you think you have punish-
ed us enough now.”
“Us? she acked, but not daring to
{ lift her face from the shadow.
“Yes us—both of us, I know that |
you began it to punish me, and I could
endure it then, for I deserved it. But
will you hear me, Bess, mine? When
I saw that you were hurting yourself,
too, I took courage again. Will you
tell me, little girl, what made you be-
gin your cruel treatment of me?’
He had both of her hands now, and
his face was #0 close to hers that he
knew her breath was coming short and
fast, even though the shadows were
growing deeper. She tried once to
draw away from him, and again she
closed her lips in a brave determina
tion to remain unmelted. But his
calm, masterful waiting, the sight of
his grave, tender face, outlined against
the closed windowpane, undid her, and
at last she breathed penitently :
“The day I came I heard what
you said of me in the ballroom.”
And the proud air of superiority died
away from his lips in an instant, leav-
ing them hopelessly pale. Without a
word he dropped ber hands and buri-
ed his face in his paims, ashe groan-
ed:
“How blind I have been! I do not
blame you, then, for all you have done
to me, for it was the most cowardly, !
senseless thing a man ever said of a
woman. I see it all now—how it hurt
you, and you vowed then to punish me.
Well, you have succeeded, and I can-
not ask you even to forgive me.”
The silence grew unbearable; the
darkness grew closer. Finally she put
out a thin little hand and laid it timid-
ly on his fine, bowed head.
ed from head to foot, and then death-
like silence began anew.
“Grant ?”’ she at last asked, faintly.
The name awoke him, and an in-
stant later the little golden-crowned
head was held fast against his cheek.
It was very dark, indeed, and still, per- |
haps, it was because he was so close
that he thought that the calm blue
eyes had at last found a power to melt
them.
The Delaware Retribution.
The Republicans of the State of Dela-
ware have suffered a fearful retribution
for the debauchery that gave them a
sweeping victory in November last, ap-
parently putting them in power for four
years by the election of a Republican
Governor, and assuring them a United
States Senator for six years, together
with the Congressman, Legislature and
all the emoluments of the State.
That victory has turned into blister-
ing ashes in their hands. The Republi-
can Governor, who won his position by
the lavish debauchery of the ballot by
Mr. Addicks, who bid $100,000 or more
for the United States Senatorship, is no
longer living, and a Democratic Execu-
tive is in his place and will remain un-
til his successor shall be chosen next
year. The Legislature last Thursday
adjourned without day, after nearly
four months of the most disgraceful
wrangling over the United States Sena-
tor, and without solving the problem
by un election. Thus the United
States Senatorship goes again to the
people, and with the flood-tide of shame
brought upon the party by the no-
torious purchase of a party victory to
serve the meanest individual ends, there
is little doubt that Republican success
in Delaware is postponed for years to
come.
The Republicans of Delaware have
sown to the wind and are now reaping
the whirlwind. There was not a Re-
publican leader of the State who did
not know that Mr. Addicks had been
spending tens of thonsand of dollars for
a year before to win a Republican Leg-
islature by open bribery and corruption;
but they welcomed him to his work,
hoping that he would win the party
victory by venality and that they would
then be able to cheat him out of the
honors he purchased for himself. When
he had won the battle he logically de-
manded his pay and it was denied:
whereupon he logically declared that he
had not debauched the State for the
benefit of others who were his foes, but
solely for himself. At the outset he de-
clared that the Senator would be “Ad-
dicks or nobody,” and he was entirely
cousistent in maintaining his attitude
until the disgraceful spectacle closed at
3 o'clock last Thursday, when the Leg-
islature finally adjourned without elect-
ing a Senator.
The victory in Delaware last fall was
not a Republican victory. It was sole-
ly an Addicks victory. He contracted
for it ; he won it, and that he was doing
go was as well known to Mr. Higgins
and Mr. Massey and every other promi-
nent Republican in the State as it was
to himself. Whether Mr. Addicks is
most to be reprobated for his purchase
of the political power of the State, or
his Republican foes who were seeking
to reject the criminal and yet steal and
wear the stained honors, is a question
upon which there will be littte differ-
ence of opinion ‘among intelligent and
honest citizens of the State. The his-
tory of the Delaware battle may be
summed up in a single sentence. It
was an appalling corruption of the
Commonwealth, bringing appalling re-
tribution. — Phila. Times.
Pants Made at 8 Cents a Dozen,
A Sweat Shop Employer Admits That He Paid
Such Wages.
The starvation wages paid by some
of the *‘sweat shop” speculators to poor
women toilers were brought out in bold
relief at a hearing before the Reinhard
Assembly Investigating Committee to-
day. Abraham Newman. such an em-
ployer, at No. 151 Essex street, who
had formerly refused to produce his
books or pay-rolls and testify, reconsid-
ered. From an examination of his
books he said that he paid women em-
ployed by him 8 and 12 cents a dozen
pair for making knee pants, according
to the size. Most of the women, he
said, did not make more than 30 pairs a
week. On this basis, if the 30 dozen
were equally divided between the eight
and 12-cent sizes, a woman would make
$2.76 a week. Some of the women are
not able to make even that much.
Newman, during the early part of his
examination stated that the books pro-
duced contained the records of his em-
ployes’ work up to yesterday. Later it
was found that this was not true.
“You are the biggest liar that has
been on this stand yet,” said Counsel
Mayer.
“I am no liar, I am a gentleman,”
shouted Newman. “I will not answer
another question if I am to be insulted
like this, even if am arrested.”
Chairman Reinhard straightened the
matter, and the examination proceed-
ed.
——Circus Manager—‘ Why are you
feeding camphor to that elephant ?"’
Trainer—*To keep the moths out of
his trunk.”
— Willie Doo—‘Japan is like
mother’s dishpan.”
Lillie Doo—‘‘How so, brother ?”’
Willie Doo—‘Makes it warm for
China.”
He thrill. |
Claims Re-Opened.
Adverse Decision of the Commissioner of Pen-
sions Overruled.
A decision of much importance to
| children claiming under the general
' law has been rendered by Assistant Sec-
retary John M. Reynolds, whereby the
i action of the Commissioner of Pensions
is overruled, and the practice prevailing
; prior to such adverse decision of the
: Cominissioner is resumed. This will
| operate to reopen a great number of
| claims for minor’s pension under the
| general law that have been rejected dur-
(ing the past 14 months upon the
| ground that the children claimed for
were over the age of 16 years at date of
| filing the application. This decision
"has no bearing upon claims filed under
| the act of June 27, 1890. The case on
which the decision is made is that of the
! children of Thomas W. Baugher, Co.
A- 29th, I11., (No. 510,278); viz., Samu-
i el Baugher, born Oct. 5, 1863 ; Alice
| Blair, Oct. 7, 1865, and Mary Mitchell,
| May 5, 1868. A declaration was filed
| April 21, 1891. The soldier died Jan.
| 23, 1869, and the mother remarried Sept.
26, 1869.
The claim was rejected Jan. 5, 1894,
| on the ground that claimants had no ti-
| tle at date of filing their application, be-
ling all at that date over the age of 15
| years. From this rejection an appeal
| was taken Jan. 23, 1894.
i
|
Section 4702, R. S., as amended by |
! the act of Aug. 7, 1882, under which
| this claim is made, provides, in sub-
stance, that where the soldier’s death is
directly due to his service title to pen-
sion shall devolve upon the widow or
minors, first, if there be no widow ; sec-
ond, in case of her subsequent death
wijhout payment to her of any part of
the pension, and third, from the date of
remarriage of the widow. The right of
the minor child becomes absolute upon
the death of the father leaving no wid-
ow, but if heleaves a widow this right
is beld in abeyance to await the contin-
gencies of the widow’s death or re-mar-
riage, and upon the happening of either
their title accrues and the date of com-
mencement relates to the period fixed
by the statute.
There was no exception from limita-
tion in favor of minor’s claims prior to
July 27, 1868. But under the act of
March 3, 1873, as re-enacted in Section
4709, R. S., and finally as enacted in
Section 2, act of March 3, 1879, claims
by or in behalf of insane persons and
children under the age of 16 years wera
expected from any limitation upon the
date of their commencement and such
claims stood, under the act of 1879,
which repealed ali prior laws relative to
date of commencement, as though the
proviso therein had not been enacted.
The interpretation which the Depart-
ment now gives to this statute was not
only entertained by those who were first
called upon to execute the law, and who
were probably concerned in framing it,
but through an almost unbroken prac-
tice for 15 years or more such claims
had been admitted. It is therefore held
in the light of this construction and
practice, coupled with what reasonably
appears to have been the intent in the
enactment of the statute in question :
1. That the clause “children under
16 years of age is descriptive of a class
of claims the right to which has ac-
crued by reason of the claimant being
under 16 years of age at the death of the
father from causes originating in the
service and line of duty, and such claims
are excepted from the limitation con-
tained in the proviso to the act of March
3, 1879.
2. That such claims are not forfeited
by neglect to apply therefore during the
period of pensionable minority.
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“The Perfect Cat.”
Should Be Slender, Graceful, Light-Footed and
Vigilant.
A scientific specialist, who is regard-
ed as an expert at the cat show, has
made a drawing of the ‘‘perfect cat,”
which we cannot admire. Itisa thick
beast, with big and heavy legs, a very
little head and a floor sweeping tail. It
looks like a fatted sheep or some lazy
and imbecile brute.
ofa cat. The perfect cat in our estima-
tion, isslender, graceful, light-footed,
very spirited, wistful, rather.low in the
haunch and of vigilant disposition.
The cat is of the order of carnivorou,
mammalia, to which belong the leopards
jaguar and cougar, which hunt a living
prey ; and the ideal cat should be shap-
ed in conformity with the natural, phy-
sical and moral laws of its genus and
species. The ‘perfect cat’’ of the scien-
tific specialist of the cat show is better
fitted to serve as a feast for a hyena
than to hunt rats and mice.--New York
Sun.
Nobody need be surprised if they
are asked to pay a higher price for shoes
these days than they have been accus-
tomed to give in the past. The cost of
leather has gone up about 100 per cent.
within the space of a week and the
natural result is that the makers of
footwear have decreed an advance.
The cause of the raise is said to be the
same as that whick has affected the
price of beef, as all the products of the
cattle are concerned in their scarcity or
in the alleged combine which controls
their market.
——Pastor— What are they going to
name your new twin brothers, Willy ?
Willy—Thunder and lightning.
Pastor—Why, Willy, you must be
mistaken,
Willy—Well, that's what pop call-
ed 'em, when the ourse brought em
in!
—Mrs. Logan Square—:What's
this you say. you're going to leave me ?
Why, only last week I voluntarily
raised vour wages.”
Bridget—¢*It’s the razin’ of me wages
that makes me go. I'll acipt no favers
from the loikes ov you.”
I ———T——
“Coot-night, Mrs. Prown. I
hat to sank you tor de most bleasant
efening I haf effer schbent in wy life!”
“Oh, don't say that, Herr Schmidt !"
“Ach! bot Tdoso say dat! [ al-
ways say dat!”
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-— Lipsey—¢They ought to serve
this soup the last thing at dinner.”
Flipsey—‘So they ought. It is ox-
tail soup, of course it ought to come af-
terwards.”’
For and About Women.
With the beginning of May,
weddings cease until June, and the
gown of the fair girl graduate requires
attention. The simplicity of white
muslin is again talked of for these
frocks, and something very like it may
be obtained in the present varied styles.
Indeed it is quite realized in the French
ingenu gown of white organdy shirred
below the high collar and again at the
belt, the sleeves a large puff to the el-
bow, and the skirt nearly straight, full,
and simply hemmed, over lawn or taffe-
ta linings, the whole completed by a
collar and belt of white ribbon.
Extremely sheer mull, so fine that it
has the sheen of silk muslin, dotted or
sprigged Swiss muslin, and thin cream-
white batiste are used for those youth-
ful dresses. It something more elabo-
rate is desired for college girls, taffeta is
chosen with fine stripes of satin or small
figures, or else mousseline de soie is
made up over silk. Fine qualities of
China silk, with small brocaded daisies
or violets, also make effective dresses.
the flowers all in white.
Ribbon, lace, insertion, and chiffon
trim these white gowns. Some schools
permit only ribbon trimmings, while
others allow both ribbon and lace, per-
haps confining the lace to a small ruche
about the neck. The stylish ribbons
for a stock collar and belt with an aig-
rette bow at the back, with ends point-
| ed upward, are four or five inches wide,
and are striped rather than plain, the
ground of taffeta or ot faille, the narrow
stripes of white satin, with perhaps a
It is not our ideal
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wider border of satin on the edges. If
the class color is introduced, it appears
in these stripes. Or else the whole rib-
bon is ot the class color, with self stripes
of satin. Some girls insist on plain sat-
in ribbon instead of taffeta, for the bet-
ter effect of color it gives, now that sash-
es are not used. Another bit of color is
sometimes added in four ruches or
square bows of taffeta, satin, or chifton,
set in a ruche of lace which trims the
high neck. Still another, novelty is the
Valenciennes striped ribbon, with col-
ored bands of satin alternating with
narrow insertions of this lace. Dres-
den ribbons with clear printed fAowers
and the blurred chine ribbons are used
for the white lawn frocks of very young
l-girl graduates in high schools.—Haz-
per’s Bazar.
Black is now an emphasizing note for
little folks as well as big ones. Com-
bined with white embroidery or thick
lace, silk gingham and chambray frocks
are munch improved with a touch of it.
Satin ribbon an inch wide is most effec-
tive on these, and besides rosettes and
flyaway bows, belts, collars and waist-
bands are often of inserting, showing
the ribbon through. On the figured
lawns and dainty linens that are always
so large and important a part for the lit-
tle girl’s summer wardrobe, black daisy
ribbon is much used ; itis run in and
out of Hamburg beading and forms
loose rosettes, whose long scattered loops
give them the air of black chrysanthe-
mums.
Linen canvas in solid tones, sage
brown, cardinal and art green is anoth-
er and newer trimming for little girls’
gingham frocks.
Mrs Marie Robiszon-Wright, the
Mexican traveler and writer, received
the highest price ever paid for a news-
paper article—$20,000 in gold—paid to
her by the Mexican Government for an
illustrated article on Mexico in the
New York World.
The latest importations of gowns
show very conclusively that the abund-
ance of stiff interlining is going out of
fashion, in Paris at least ; Skirts vary
in width from five to eight yards around
as they have done for some time, but
they are cut to flare more from the knee
down, fit very closely around the hips,
and have only a facing of hair cloth or
crinoline around the foot. On skirts
which still have the godet plaits in the
back panel, trimmings are seen made of
lace, passementerie, or contrasting ma-
terials ; while in some instances this ef-
fect is gained either by wide kilt plaits
or by arranging the side breadths in
folds over the seam at each cide of the
front. Other skirts are cut so that each
gore laps over the other, forming a nar-
row flap, which is trimmed with a band
of ribbon or a tiny row of jet ; and pan-
ier trimmings, formed of ribbon of pase-
menterie, arranged in short bands from
the belt down on either side of the skirt,
are coming in again.
A very pretty gown was of pale blue
and white stripes, the skirt full and
plain and the bodice half tight fitting
with a front of mulle and yellow Val-
enciennes lace over which very
wide black satin ribbon forms a plaited
semblance of a zouave. Elbow sleeves,
finished by a band of black satin ribbon
and a soft collar of black satin, finished
one of the Frenchiest creations we have
been privileged to see for a long time,
and 1t didn’t cost quite ten dollars.
The eatin ribbon was picked out piece
meal from boxes of remnarts, and the
mull and lace front was also the out-
come of a search amid the odd bits left
over from larger sales.
That ‘it’s not so much where you are
us what you are that makes your heav-
en.” The bright cheery soul who lives
the life of trust only sees the sunny side
of everything, she has learned to en-
dure cheerfully, and wear a bright face
when everything looks dark ; to her it
is not all dark, there is light from the
face of our Father, and she rests assured
that all is well.
The best dressed woman on Broadway
way sauntered slowly by the shops the
other morning, thus giving her envious
sisters an opportunity to feast their eyes
upon her frock. It was a greenish gray
cloth of a shade suggesting linchen-cov-
ered rocks and other delectable things.
The skirt was plain, with strapped
seams. The jaunty, short little jacket
which rippled below the waist line also
had strapped seams. It was open in
front, and the public was thus permit-
ted to see that it was lined with a Scotch
plaid silk belonging to some clan of
quiet tastes running rather to blues and
greens than to reds. A box-plaited
blouse of the same silk was worn with
the suit and an openwork gray straw
hat, which displayed a plaid rosette or
Milady’s gloves were gray and
her parasol of the silk.
Mrs Cleveland rarely fails to attend
the regular church services, and is scru-
pulously exact in being present on all
special days.