Penoceaiic; Wald
Bellefonte, Pa., Oct. 4, 1895.
WE'RE COMIN’ TO Y'R SHOW.
(To Frank L. Stanton, of the At'anta Constitu-
tion.) —
We're a-comin’—
We're a-comin’!
An’ 1 write to let you know
That we've saved a few spondulicks.
An’ we're comin to y’r show.
Not with musketeers and drummers,
As we done in sixty-four—
Wen Bill Sherman’s Yankee bummers
Marched from Georgy to the shore
’ the big an’ broad Atlantic;
But we're comin’ by-an-by
With a han’shake and God-bless-you—
An’ a teardrop in the eye
Fer we hail you all as brothers—
An’ write to let you know.
With our sweathearts and our mothers
We're comin’ to y’r show !
We're a comin’—
We're a comin’!
With our children an’ our wives,
Fer we forged our,guns to plowshares
An’ our swords to prunin’ knives,
We're a=comin’ with the mem’ry
Of our heroes in our minds
Growin’ greener than the greenest
O’ y’r watermelon vines ;
But we'll meet you and we’ll greet you
With no hatred born o’ war,
Fer our souls 're pink and innocent
Ar’ juicy tq the core.
So, we hail you all as brothers—
An’ I write to let you know,
With our babies and th'r mothers:
We're ascomin’ to y’r show.
We're a-comin’—
We're a-comin’!
An’ I write to you to say
That we'll twine the common laurels
0’ the Bluecoats an’ the Gray
'Round our hearts in union garlan’s;
An’ we'll teach the world to know
That w’en Georgy has a circus —
V'y, the North’ll gee the show!
Fer we're jest one common country,
An’ the banner o’ the free
Shakes its starry folds above us,
“From Atlanta to the sea.” 2
So, we're comin’—yes, we're comin’!
An’ I write to let you know,
That from Maine to Californy—
We're comin’ to y’r show !
—S. Q. Lapius, in Chicago Inter-Ocean.
CONSCIENTIOUS SELFISHNESS.
It was a pleasant picture to look up-
on as the little party ot four passed a
vine-covered piazza where halfa dozen
young people sat drinking iced tea gad
eating strawbefries around an impro-
vised table.
“Come in, come in,” they called out
to the brother and sister who had each
a little child by the hand. “Do share
our tea. It's co hot in the house, and
we haven't half seen Jack yet.”
“Come. Min, it looks awfully jolly,”
half whispered the young fellow to his
companion.
“Yes, you go, Jack dear, but I must
take the children home and give them
their suppers.”
“All right, but I go too. I'm not
coming home after a three years’ ab-
cence to rua off and leave you.” So
tbey walked on, Jack calling back,
“We'll take the kids home and then
come back and spend the evening with
you.” in
“I'm afraid I can’t leave Jamie and
Esther in time for any visit, dear.
They must have their bath, you know,
and Essie is nervous and does not go
to sleep early.”
“Mamma, my rubber shoe has come
off ; put it on.” fretted Jamie. “No,
Uncle Jack, I want mamma. She
always does it.”
Minnie turned a half glance to read
on her brothers face a gravity which
was new to her. In these three years
of their separation both bad seen
changes. To Minnie they had brought
the loss of an adoring husband, break-
ing up her happy home, which she
had left for the kind ehelter of her
father’s house. Jack’s work had led
him to the West, and this was the first
meeting of brother and sister under the
new circumstances. And now there
was a jar ne. Things were
not going well between them. Jack
was striding silently along with little
Essie’s fingers curling around his big
thumb.
“Minnie.” be broke in, ‘do you nev-
er go with the girle any more ? They
weren’t very cordial to you, it seemed
to me.”
“Nothing has ever happened, Jack.
but I never had time to go anywhere,
and now they forget to ask me. I
don’t wonder, for when they did I
vever could go. You see, it was very
good of father to take us home, and
the least I could do was to let nurse
go, and it takes all my time to wait on
the children. When I have given
them their suppers and “put them to
bed it 18 too late to go out, and I gen-
erally slip on a wrapper and read.”
“Is that the way you spend every
evening, little sister ?” ;
“Yes.”
“And do you have the children all
day with you ?"”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you get
them 9" :
“Ob, Jack, don’t askime! Iam so
ashamed, and I know itis very un-
grateful of me, but sometimes I feel as
if I were tied by ropes, and then I
think if Sayiaie should happen to
y
mortally tired of
them how awfully I should be punish-
ed,”
Minnie’s voice choked.
“Bless your poor little heart! It's
about time I came home. Why, Min,
you are all wrong about these babies,
and, now I'm back here, I'll confide
to you that I shall hate them in a year
oreo if this sort of thing goes on.
Jamie is a splendid healthy boy, you
are making a tyrant of him by turning
yourself into a slave ; and as for the
little princees here, you don’t let her
wach her own hands. It's bad enough
for them, but it is horrible for you.
Jamie orders you around, and I heard
him yesterday hurrying you as if you
belonged to him. I wanted to pitch
into him then and there. And even
Essie hands you over her gowns to
mend as it you were her wardrobe
woman, New, my precious. sister, I
never meant to put you to tears, and
here you are weeping like a willow-
tree. Let us stop all this talk and
take a race home with the children.”
An hour later with the wholesome
simple supper over the young mother
had put her chickens to roost, and ia
the half-darkened room eat, a dreary
little figure hereelf, gazing out into the
night with only her tired thoughts to
keep her company. She was too
young not to be longing with wistful
eyes tor the pleasures outside the limits
of her nursery, but the children still
needed her.
Jamie had healthily gone to sleep as
soon as his head touched the pillow.
Not so little Essie, who was more sen-
gitively organized, and whose brain
grew rampant after she was in bed.
It was not possible for the child to be
left in solitude, and there was no one
but her mother who could be called
upon to sit with her.
Presently a soft step was heard out-
side the half-open door.
“It je getting pretty late, Min.
i Aren’t you through with the babies
vet 2 Won't you go out with me ?”
Oh dear, I really cannot,
| Essie is very wakeful. and I ought not
to leave. I wish I might.”
“I never supposed you would,” an-
swered her brother. “So I've been
writing you a letter since you left
! me. You read. learn, mark, and in-
| wardly digest while I make myself dis-
agreeable to you and agreeable to our
neighbors.”
Wonderingly Minnie took the letter
from her brother’s hand, and shading
her lamp, read the following :
“Yes, sister dear, you're in for a ser-
mon from your saucy brother. Old
bachelors’ children are said to be per-
fect, and an affectionate uncle would
like to see his niece and nephew emu-
late those shadowy darlings. I know
what love your helpless children
brought with them, and how natural it
is for you to give up one old occupa-
tion after another while ministering to
their growing wants. But you have
not realized what tyrants these chil-
dren with their wants are becoming.
I know that economy is 8 necessity to
you, and I feel as if I were a prig to
preach.
When I left you your home was a
social centre, your habits were those of
culture and refinement, your mind a
garden which you loved to cultivate,
and [ come back to find you at the
beck and call of two children, with
never an uninterrupted quarter of an
hour. I am sare this is all wrong
dearest. Your education and natural
gifts can sarely be used to earn the
small sum needed for a nurse's hire,
Can’t you resolve to do something,
anything, other than drop into being a
kind of upper servant ? Yes, that is
what you are becoming. You need
not shake your head and talk of the
privilege of serving your children.
They need of you a higher service than
this, which any active woman could
render much better. It is not posgible
that your children shall feel grateful
for every bodily service rendered—it is
not desirable—and eo the constant de-
mands made upon you are not good for
you or them. You should be the coon-
soler, the referee—in afteryears the ad-
viger, the confident, and congenial
companion of your children. You are
not fitting yourself for this end. You
should be sought and always; found,
but not that vou should button boots
and brush hair. After all, Min, I don’t
believe you do all this because you like
it. I suppose you look on it as a duty
but you're very much mistaken. I
shall never be able to stand by and see
your talents run to seed in this way if
I can prevent it. I want you to return
to the world again socially, and also
with the sterner purpose of wresting
from it at least a partial living. Of
course the children may fret at first,
but they'll thank you later.
“Qur dear parents will bring every
argument to bear against such an in-
novation as your working outside of
their four walls. You must stand
firm. I'll back you. But first of all
before this detail is considered, you've
got to learn a new way of looking at
yourself. What will you say when I
write here that I want you to learn to
be selfish ? Yes, to be selflsh, not un-
heedingly eo, but deliberately, conscien-
tiously selfish—that is what I would
have you to be, for there is such a
paradox. It will be much harder for
you to learn sclfishness than it was to
fall into the utter {self-abnegation you
are practising. It would be easier for
you to go on with the primer you have
begun, but you must throw it away
and begin this new one I am writing
for you.
“Only to a loving woman and de-
voted mother would I dare to say thie.
The question of ways and means, of
what work you can find to do, we will
talk over later. This is enough for to-
night. And now shall you to-morrow
be turning the cold shoulder on me be-
caase of this tirade ? If you are angry
just remember that I love your chil
dren too well to vce you ruining them
and yourself without a timely word of
warning. Also remember that I am
your devoted brother. Jack.”
An hour later, Essie, still wide
awake, “Mamma ! mamma !” :
The piping voice called once, twice,
but mamma did not reply. When Es-
sie, in her little dreaming-gown, crept
weeping from her bed, it was to find
wardrobe searching in forgotted cor-
ners for bits of lace and ribbon- On
the chair by the lamp lay a long-dis-
used evening gown.— Harper's Bazar.
Microbes in Cheese.
Cheede, the supposed-to-be edible
milk curd of commerce, is the best soil
in the world for microbes and bacteria,
and on its surface flourish miilions up-
on millions of infinitesimal parasitic
plant growth. A microscopic exami-
nation of a single grain of fresh cheese,
such as is usually sold at the grocers
proves that it contained not less than
90,000 separate and distinct specimens
of bacteria.
His Spree.
Youngster (who has juithad a penny
given to him)—'Ow mu is them
grapes, mister ?
Shopkeeper (amused)—They are 4s.
6d. a pound, my lad.
Youngster— Well, then, give us a
'a’porth o’ carrots. I'm & demon for
fruit.
her mother with her head deep in the
Climbs the Matterhorn.
An American Girl Accomplishes the Difficult
Feat.
The first woman to climb to the sum.
mit of the Matterhorn was the daugh-
ter of a guide named Carrel. Then a
New York girl, Miss Brevoort, follow-
ed in her footsteps ; that was 24 years
ago. Now a Providence young wo-
man, Miss Annie S. Peck, has emulat-
ed their exploit, and announces her
success in a modest cablegram to the
Boston Herald.
She is a graduate of the University
of Michigan, an ex-professor of Latin
in Smith College, a student of archae-
ology, lecturer, and, for her years, quite
a veteran mountain climber. Her list
of previous ascents, as given, mcludes
Mount Washington. the Cloud’s Rest.
(Yosemite), Mount Shasta, Hymettus,
Pentelicus, the Gross Glockner, and
Monte Cristello. She has had her eye
on the great Swiss peak for some time
past apparently, and Wednesday of
this week, she had the delight of put-
ting her feet on it. Here isa part of
what she wrote :
“We reacted the summit of the
Matterhorn to day in six hours from
the hut. There were no mishaps ; the
weather was fine and clear. and the
view on all sides superb. Nothing
was wanting. The Mont Blanc range
stood out clear and massive to the
west. Northward, the Bernese Ober-
land, with its serried peaks, presented
a picture of surpassing beauty. The
Weisshorn in the foreground, with
what might be imagined as a troop of
peaks in line behind, the Sungfrau cut-
ting the horizon pure and white and
noble, a fitting warder to such a noble
band. One could hardly resist impart-
ing a personality to peaks so grand, so
individual as these Switzer battlements,
and nowhere but from the Matterhorn
on one of its rare, clear days can one
realize the picture to the tlife. Small
wonder that Whymper and Tyndall
and Giordano pined and struggled for
long years to reach this coign ot van.
tage. The gentle art of mountain
climbing has no nobler reward. * * *
“All too soon comes the warning
voice of the guide that the day is wan-
ing, and that no man, and least of all
woman, may dare the perils of the
Matterhorn in the night. Its arretes,
ice slopes, and crags must be labori-
ously retraced, and when the glacier
below is reached, there is more than
thankfuloess for dangers passed.”
Pasteur, the Chemist, Dead.
Onc of the Most Distinguished Scientists of the
Century—Discovered a Rabies Cure.
Paris, Sept. 29.—Professor Louis
Pasteur, the distinguished chemist and
discoverer of the cure for hydrophobia,
is dead.
The following informatioa concern-
ing the closing hours of Professor Pas-
teur’s life has been obtained by the
correspondent of the United’ Press.
Professor Pasteur’s condition became
seriously worse on the evening of Fri-
day last. About 9 o'clock yesterday
morning his wife asked him whether
he suffered much pain. The dying
man faintly whispered “yes.” This was
the last word that he uttered. After-
wards he was moe) of the time uncon-
scious. When it was seen that the
end was near, Professor Pasteur’s son,
who was stayinfi at San Sebastian, was
summoned, but he did not arrive in
time to see his father alive. Madam
Pasteur, a few near relatives, Dr.
and others engaged in the Pasteur in-
stitute, were present at the death bed.
After the death Madam Pasteur closed
‘her husband’s eyes and placed a cruci-
fix in his hands.
At L'Etang park, in a room on the
first floor of a ramshackle building,
above stables where 100 horses were
kept for use in connection with the
preparation of diphtheria serum, lie
the remains of the great chemist.
The chamber has a low ceiling and
the walls are covered with cheap green
paper. A small carpet is spread on
the deal floor. There are two wicker
seated chairs and an arm chair. The
body lies on a simple, curtainless
wooden bedstead. On a plain table
stands a branched candlestick in which
are lighted candles. Close by in a
cupboard, placed between two windows
are the books that M. Pasteur used to
take to Villeneuve from Paris, when-
ever he paid a visit there. The un-
retentious character of the surround-
ings seem to throw into relief the re-
poseful features and strong, benevolent
face of the dead man. The body of
M. Pasteur will probably be embalmed
to-night.
It is expected that the funeral will
take place on Tuesday, but as yet the
day has not been fixed.
Husband's Awful Shock.
Found His Wife Dead Beside Him and Arresi-
ed for Murder
Scranton, Pa., Sept. 28.—It seldom
falls to the lot of men to endure such
horrifying experiences as those suffered
by Henry Mohr, Sr., in the short space
of twelve hours. This morning he
awoke to find his wife dead by his side.
He rushed outside, notified a neighbor
and had the police sent for. A few
minutes later he found a pair of hand-
cuffs upen his wrist and a policeman
told him he was held on a charge of
brutally murdering his wife. Mohr is
a well-known politician, and the report
of the alleged crime startled the city.
It was all a mistake, and an autopsy
revealed the fact that the woman had
died a natural death, and Mohr was set
free this evening.
—The removal of the Library of Con-
gress from the Capitol to the new
building will begin this week. For the
present 100,000 volumes are to be stored
in the room to be used by Mr. Spofford
in the basement of the building. Al-
most a year will be necessary, ® is said,
to remove all the books owned by the
government. About seventy thousand
volumes will be left at the Capitol as a
reference library for members of Con-
gress, There are more than 700,000
" books in the collection. :
The Chickamaugua Celebration.
The dedication, of the Chickamaugua
and Chattanooga Military Park was an
event of national interest. Congress
provided a liberal sum for the ceremo-
nies, which were under the direction of
Secretary LAMONT. North and South
alike have their memorials there, sur-
vivors of the Blue and Gray interming-
led in the throngs.
Five years and more have passed
since the act originally providing for
this park became a law ; and since then
appropriations have been made for.it by
Congress, amounting, we believe, to
$745,000, including the $20,000 for the
dedication. In addition, very large
sums have been expended by States,
Ohio, for example, appropriating $95,-
000 for monuments, and Illinois $65,-
000, so that in all more than $1,000,000
will have been laid out: Ohio alone
bas fifty-five monuments in the park.
Like Gettysburg, this great battle-
field of the West lends itself easily, by
its natural conformation, to memorial
adornment of a very impressive charac-
ter. Its main portion is the great field
of Chickamaugua, southeast of Chat-
tanooga, on the other side of Missionary
Ridge, in Georgia. This alone contains
if we do not mistake, about 6,000 acres.
About five-sixths of it is covered with
dense forest, the greater part of which,
however has been cleared of underbrush
and of new growth, so that carriages
may drive through it. There are also
farm lands and the famous Horseshoe
Ridge, where Thomas’s defence against
Longstreet’s assaults earned for him the
name of *‘the Rock of Chickamaugua.”’
But while the main area of the park
thus lies between West Chickamaugua
Creek and Missionary Ridge, there are
also included in it the Crest road running
along the summit of that ridge for eight
miles, from Rassville to Tunnel Hill,
and another Toad running six miles
from Rossville over the north point of
Lookout Mountain to Wauhatchie Val-
ley. These roads and certain detached
tracts purchashed at Orchard Knob,
Tunnel Hill, the DeLong place, and
Bragg’s headquarters add all that is nec-
essary of the Chattanooga battlefield.
It is therefore clear that, looked at in
its physical features, this park contains
an attractive variety of mountains, riv-
ers and plains of farm land and forest,
while even Chattanooga itself and its
suburbs have been dotted with tablets
and monuments not in the park proper.
Again, the facilities for visiting and
viewing all parts of the two battlefields
greatly enhance the value of the park
as a military “object lesson.” Forty-
two miles of roads have been built, or,
rather changed into broad macademized
| thoroughfares, making them splendid
driveways ; and it is said that there are
in the park thirty miles of roads actual-
ly used in battle. The Lafayette road
runs directly acruss the Chickamaugua
field, and great efforts were naturally
made on both sides to gain and hold it.
The Crest road formed the Confederate
line of battle, on Missionary Ridge, and
in a word, the opportunities are excel-
lent for driving over the battlefields.
But in addition five or six steel observa-
tion towers, each seventy feet high,
have been set up on commanding spots,
so that the fields can be viewed as a
whole. * Bragg’s headquarters, Orchard
Knob, Tunnel Hill, and the DeLon
place are among the sites chosen for
these towers.
Finally. besides the scores of monu-
ments, hundreds of historical tablets of
cast iron, each four feet by three, and
containing from 200 to 400 words, have
been set up, the letters being embossed
and whitened on the glazed black
ground. There are also tablets giving
the names of houses, fields or other
points. There are batteries, too, of old
style field pieces mounted on iron car-
riages of the 1863 type, specially cast
for them, to mark where artilliary was
stationed, about 300 guns being mount-
ed at Chickamaugua alone. Nine pyra-
midal monuments of 8-inch shells ten
feet high show where general officers
were killed or mortally wounded.
Such is the park dedicatedon the thirty
second anniversary of the battle of Chick
amaugua. The act of Congress esalls for
“‘a national dedication,” and certainly
the battles commemorated were in the
broadest sense national. New York
alone, if we do not mistake, had sixteen
regiments at Lookout Mountain or Mis-
sionary Ridge, or both ; Maine, Massa-
chusettes, New Jersey, Maryland and
Pennsylvania were also represented
there the latter by eleven regiments and
two batteries. The South had at Chick-
amaugua Longstreet’s corps from the
Army of Northern Virginia, as well as
Bragg’s Western army. Indeed, twen-
iy-five. States Commission have been
at work arranging for memorials to
their troops.
Taking together the obstinate and
deadly fighting at Chickamaugua, the
spectacular features of Lookout Moun-
tain, the marvellous storming of Mis-
sionary Ridge, and the subordinate af-
fairs of Brown’s Ferry, Wauhatchie,
and Orchard Knob, a great series of
battles is commemorated by this park.
The survivors of both armies can also
find much to take pride in; for, if
Chickamaugua was a Confederate vic-
tory ; Missionary Ridge turned to a
Union triumph the Chattanooga cam-
paign as a whole.—N. ¥. Sun.
Here Endeth the Lesson.
Her Mother—¢‘Bessie, dear, I am sor-
ry to see my little girl show such a lack
of respect for her seniors. When a
neighbor comes to call on us you should
sit quietly and not speak unless you are
spoken to. You do not mean to be dis-
respectful, I am sure, but you should
think of the impression you are making
on our neighbors, and you will try
hereafter, I hope to—"'
Bessie—‘¢ You'd better look out, mam-
ma, you'll talk yourself to death.”
——Two hundred and seventy-five
thousand horses thrown out of use in
the United States has an indirect influ-
ence on the price of horseflesh all over
the world. The cheapness of transpor-
tation across the Atlantic permits their
shipment to England at a very low cost
and American horses are already find-
ing their way to English sale stables.
In this way the indirect infiuence of
electrical invention are being felt by
the English agriculturists, already
groaning over the
thrown on their shoulders.
many burdens :
The Old Coffee Mill,
A factory in New Brighton has re- !
ceived an order for 11,000 dozen of cof-
fee mills for the Indian Territory.
That is conclusive !proof that civiliza-
tion has firm footing there, among the
red men as well as the white, When.
ever coffee goes sugar goes, and the
Indian loves sugar as he does nothing
else except whisky. I was camped
with two others on the plains in the
spring of 1861, and cooking supper,
when two painted savages came out of
the foothills and begged for something
to eat. We gave them bread and ba-
con. They wanted sugar also; we
gave them some, and they asked for
more, which we Igave them, with no-
tice to make themselves scarce, but
they hung around in hope of more,
finally as good as demanding it, which
led to the display of a revolver by a
big Missourian, They knew nothing
about coffee. If they had, that and
the sugar would have been, indeed, too
much for them. They would have im-
perilled our scalps for them. Coftee
is a drug as well as a beverage. Asa
drug it has specific action on the
heart. It acts on the heart as a bever-
age, reviving all the faculties. Its
stimulating effect on some is like that
of wine, enlivening the fangy, liberat-
ing the tougue, inducing the best of
good humor. Once let Indians become
coffee drinkers and the days of their
savagery draw to the close,
* *
But is there not a mistake in the re-
port of the number of coffee mills in
this order ? What can they want down
there with 132,000 coffee mills? Hard
to eay unless they are to be given to
the pappooses as musical instruments,
And the coffee mill is not to be despis-
ed as a musical instrument. To a man
descending the sunset slope its melody
is transporting. It carries him back
to his boyhood when his mother
trained him for the trials of life by
making him grind the coffee. In those
days it was parched at home, when
not burned black. But it never was
blacker than his looks when he poked
his fist into the bag in which it was
kept and loaded the hopper of the mill
between his knees, liable to fly apart at
any instant and scatter coffee and mill
over the floor. If not that, the mill
choked, and an attempt to clear it with
a jerk sent it half across the kitchen.
Sometimes it was nailed to the kitchen
window, and, of course, so high up
that the boy had to stand on a chair
to work the crank. He could not do
that and look out at the same time,
for if he did the box jwhich received
the ground coffee would be sure to
maliciously let go and’ go to the floor.
Find a boy who successfully passed
through these trials and you find a
man who has held his own in the
world. They seem small now, and
gerve only to recall the careless time
when life was a sweet song, as Presi-
dent Cleveland says. Imagine the
young cubs of the Indian Territory
grinding on these 132,000 coffee mills,
and the memories which will throng
upon them when their heads are gray.
This is supposing that the mills will
be put to domestic as well as musical
purposes. They have long been put
to both. Many a time have [ seen a
mother give her little one the coffee
mill wherewith to make melody for
himegelf. I read of an aged man whose
wife snored through the whole gamut.
He was 80 used to the snoring that it
had become a necessity to him. On a
visit to his daughter” he could not go
to sleep till she sat down by the bed-
eide and soothed him with the sweet
sound of the coffee mill, so much like
the snoring of his cherished companion.
*
* *
Alas, how few youngsters of the
towns and cities know of the practical
and esthetic value of the coffee mill}!
how many of them have ever so much
as seen a coffee mill? They bave
geen the big machines in the grocery
stores. But the little ones to be taken
between the knees, or be nailed to the
window frame, those artistic creations
around which memory fondly lingers,
and the mellifluous notes of which
come down the corridors of time from
the long past, how little the youngsters
know of them! The old oaken buck-
et that hung in the well has its charms,
but they are not a circumsance to
those of the creaked old coffee mill
which has its place of honor in the
pantry. I koow of one such which I
occasionally go to look at, and think
of all the tortune and misfortune, the
joy and sorrow, the pain and death
since first it came into the family.
What stories it might tell if it could
talk, for did it not havea part in all
this fortune and misfortune, joy and
sorrow ? Wife, child, friends, have
gone, but there sits the old coffee mill
serenely waiting its own end. It is a
pathetic picture. But pathetic, too,
is the thought of the thousands grow-
ing up who in their old age shall nev-
er hear across the lapse of years the
music of the coffee mill.
Fertilizers Sold in This State.
The department of agriculture has is-
sued 32,000 copies of a bulletin contain-
ing tabulated analysis of every brand of
commercial fertilizer sold in Pennsylva-
nia. The samples were collected by
special agents of the department and
turned over to Dr. Willlam Frear of
the State College, by whom the analy-
ses were made. The returns of the de-
partment from fertilizer licenses and
fees for the present year are largely in
excess of those of any previour year and
indicates a steady sale of commer-
cial fertilizers in the state.
Free Water Offered to Altoona.
HorLipAYSBURG, Pa., Sept. 28.—The
councils of this city this morning ap-
pointed Edwin R. Baldridge, president
of council, and William P. Smith to
visit Altoona, and tender to that neigh-
boring city the use of a temporary wa.
ter suppl" from the local mains during
the prot1. ..ed drouth. The Hollidays-
burg reservoir is now furnishing water
to five communities.
For and About Women .
After several years struggling against
the ancient prejudices of judges on the
i bench, Miss Agnes F. Watson, of Pitts-
| burg, has been admitted to the bar, be-
ing the first woman to receive this rec-
| ognition in the Smoky City. She made
| a splendid showing in her examination
[and the Board of Examiners unani-
| mously signed her application for admis-
| sion.
When one is deciding as to what form
of fall wrap, or at least, trying to @ecide
| & visit to the shops, instead of being
| helpful, only intensifies one’s bewilder-
, ment. A cape is shown, which for
fetchingness cannot be competed with.
: It seems as if this were the very thing
| desired ; the accommodating show
{ woman next brings out a love of a coat
i and one’s resolutions, a la cape, are
; thrown utterly to the winds, for can
{there be anything more completely
, stunning than these short-skirted, im-
| pertinent little affairs called coats?
i Such a drcop and fluffiness as the big
| sleeves show, which after all are the
| biggest part of them. The sleeves and
! the buttons !
i One of these swagger little garments
| in a very shaggy beaver, having long
| shaggy hairs all over it; and so wonder-
i fully furry and cozy looking. The col-
jor is a deep hunter’s green, such a re-
freshingly clear tint. It has a short,
! loose body, flaring as much as is possi-
| ble at the back of the skirt, and fasten-
| ed across the front by two huge metal
buttons, The rolling collar is faced
with hunter's green velvet, and the
deep cuffs finishing the huge gigot
sleeves are of the same rich material.
With this is worn a hat having a
perfectly straight brim of braided green
felt, faced with velvet and the top
massed with choux of green and black
tulle and two sharp quills, one of rose
and one of yellow. There is nothing
which quite equals the delight of a first
appearance in such a jaunty suit of fall
toggery, when one is perfectly conscious
of their being very much up to date
and extremely swagger.
One of the things that no man ever
will or can understand is that women
invariably choose the lowest chairs they
can find, usually selecting for solid com-
fort one that is about six inches from
the floor. Schopenhauer’s contemptu-
ous allusion to them as the “short-leg-
ged sex’ generally occurs to him as the
final solution of the problem, even
though he be too polite outwardly to
hint at such a thing. That is by no
means the resl reason, according to a
bright little artist. Women, she says,
seem to know intuitively when they are
looking their best, and they know that
that rarely happens when they are sit-
ting on a chair sufficiently high to
make the feet dangle stiffly downward,
barely reaching the floor. In all the
celebrated pictures of sitting feminine
figures the line from the waist to the
knee is elongated as far as possible, and
it is to secure this graceful, easy
length of line, as well as for comfort,
that women instinctively turn to the
low chair or stool.
Madam Adelina Patti’s earnings on
the opera stage have amounted to at
least $5,000,000.
A Chicago woman, who had long
been an admirer of Mrs. Frances Hod-
son Burnett's books, was grievously dis-
appointed when, after much maneuver-
icg, she met the authoress. Not only
was Mrs. Burnett over-dressed, but she
chattered frivolously about trivial
things, so that her visitor went home
with an idol shattered.
The autumn girl is out in full force
and her frocks are worth noting. One
young person seen yesterday wore a
cheviot gown, very simple, but effect-
ively made. In color it was gray, with
a woven line of dull, rich red. It was
made merely with a round waist and
full skirt, and if untrimmed would have
been almost Quaker-like in its simplici-
ty. But it was trimmed, and the trim-
ming made the gown. It consisted of
a collar, belt, deep cuffs and long bands
of dark red velvet, which were fastened
with elaborate cut steel buttons. The
effect of the gown was charming and
the design well worth copying.
The popular round waists, full sleeves
and flaring skirts will continue with us
this autumn save for little differences
that make styles now vary slightly —
from those worn last epring. The re-
vival in Paris of Marie Antoinette
styles in midsummer, writes Emma M.
Hooper in the October Ladies’ Home
Journal, has affected the latest designs
in silken goods ; the millinery and the
gowns as well. One thing is settled,
and that is that we are not going to car-
ry around skirts of immense weight, as
we have been doing. The most fash-
ionable skirts are now only interlined to
the knees, and in consequence are much
less of a burden to the wearer. In
width they remain from five to six
yards. The sleeves are also softer in ef-
fect, though quite as large and =
nounced in appearance as ever. It is
in the little things, instead, that the
styles have changed. Belts, collars and
cuffs have all proved themselves capa-
ble of an infinite ‘variety of form and
arrangement, and by their effects
change the old gown into the new, and
make the new ones so attractive.
A safe rouge is found by the woman
who does not allow anything save sick-
ness to interfere with her daily tramp.
Our hats and their trimmings. The
favorite trimming at the back, however
is a single crushed rose, worn on each
side of the knotted hair under the nar-
row brim. These roses may be pale
pink, but they are more often pure
white, and they give a touch of dis-
tinction to a dark sable brown or black
hat. This dead white is then repeated
in a barb of applique lace, an aigrette,
or in some other slight trimming near
the front ; and the wearer adds to here
tailor costume of dark Bannockburn
tweed or twilled serge heavy white
gloves of dull glace kid, finished with
triple stitching of self colored silk.
There is a decided fancy for the use
of velvet roses, pansies and other arti-
ficial blossoms, which follow no natural
model in color or form, but are simply
creations of the milliner’s fancy.