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Bellefonte, Pa., Oct. 25,
IT ALL WILL COME OUT RIGHT,
Whatever is a cruel wrong,
Whatever is unjust,
The honest years that speed along
Will trample in the dust:
In restless youth I railed at fate
With all my puny might,
But now I know if I but wait.
It all will come out right.
Through Vice may don the Judge's gown
And play the censor’s part,
And Fact be cowed by Falsehood’s frown
And nature ruled by art; ~~
Though labor toils through blinding tears
And idle Wealth is might,
1 know the honest, earnest years
Will bring it out all right.
Though poor and loveless creeds may pass
For pure religion's gold ;
Though ignorance may rule the mass
While truth meets glances cold—
I know a law complete, sublime,
Controls us with its might,
And in God's own appointed time ~~
It all will come out right.— Ella W. Wilcox.
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THE STRIKE IN THE CHOIR.
BY ROBERT J. BURDETTE.
When 1 was a boy, away back in
the vears when the days were so ehort
that it took fourteen or fifteen of them
to make a week, I attended divine ser-
vices with my parents in an old Bap-
tist church in Peoria. My legs were
chort and the pew was high, and while’
I ligtened to the sermon and swung
my feet, shackled by the unwonted
and cruel shoon of the Sabbath Day, I
often woundered how many hundred
years it would be ere 1 could reach the
floor with my feet as my father did.
There were two foot-stools in the pew,
but 1t was considered wicked for a boy
to put his feet on one of them. They
were made exclusively for grown-up
people who did not need them. They
were also used to trap the unwary
stranger who came sliding eoftly and
cideways into the pew without an in.
vitation. He fell over one and kicked
the other. That notified the worshép-
ers in the front pews that there was a
stranger within our gates and they
could turn around and look at him.
But for this automatic system of sig
aling, many a devout ‘woman would
Far gone home without knowing the
particular kind of clothing the stranger
wore.
Straight across the rear of the
church,:high above the congregation,
ran a long gallery. Here was the
melodeon, which was the pipe-organ of
our day ; here sat the choir, literally
and musically “out of sight’ I re.
member we had an odd custom, origi-
nating in some idea so old that nobody
could remember it, and the rest of us
never knew it. When the congrega-
tion rose to sing the ‘closing hymn, it
about faced and looked at the choir.
Than at the end of the hymn we faced
about once more and received the
benediction. I suppose this was done
to give the congregation opportunity to
cee who was in the choir and what
they had on, and also to enable the
singers to complete their inventory of
the congregational adornments. It
must have been tantalizing to look at
the backs of heads all through the ser-
vice and guess at the face trimming of
every new bonnet in the house. Be-
cause 10 those days you had to walk
all the way around a bonnel to take in
the entire pattern. Your mother, dear,
did not wear a postage stamp with two
horns on it, and call it a bonnet. Men
talk about the big hats you wear in
the opera house. 1 wish your critic
might have stood bebind your grand.
mother at a baptism out in Peoria
back in the fifties. He couldn’t have
seen the lake nor very much of the
woods on the opposite shore. He
might have caught a glimpse of the
sky if the day was fine and your grand
mother stood still. But when she rose
on her tip-toes to reach “E” in “Coro-
nation,” he could see ber bonnet that
was all. And that was enough. In
that day a bonnet was built to cover
the wearer's head. And neck. And a
section of the shoulders. And to over-
shadow the face. And a flower-garden
in full bloom blazed and shone and
clustered around above and beneath it.
None of your buds and grasses in those
days.
And our choir! Well, now, there
was a choir that could sing! When
they felt in good voice, which was
every time they stood up, you couldn’t
hear the melodeon. They read music
at sight as a proof-reader reads print.
And they sang in a way that made
everybody else sing. Everybody would
sing anyhow therefore it was useless
for the leader—nobody called him the
chorister then—to select new tunes and
spring them upon the audience sud:
denly. The congregation would join
in with all confidence just the same,
on the second word, and sing right
along, only a syllable or two behind.
If the hymn was of the usual length,
by the time they sang through the
third stanza they knew the tune as
well as the choir did, and carried the
remaining four or five stanzas through
with splendid spirit. You see we
weren't given toshort services in those
days. There was no reason why we
should be. The singing was never
wearisome, because we did it our-
selves, and would as soon have thought
of hiring our Sunday School teachers
as our singers. I never butonce heard
our minister chop a hymn up into cnt-
lets and have us omit the first and last
stanzas and hop over the third and
fifth singing it as though we were play-
ing a game of musical hopscotch, and
that was because he objected to some
faulty doctrine in one of the verses. |
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Wheu he preached he said what he |
had to say without the least regard for
the clock. As he always bad some:
thing to say which we either wanted
or reeded to hear, or both, it never oc-
curred to the congregation that there
waa a great, round-faced clock on the
‘ront of the gallery softly ticking its
enbdued “amens’ all through the cer
vice, Our preacher bas been down
Fast a great many years teaching
preachers how to preach, so we may
get back to the life-size sermons and
whole hymns again. ;
Well, that choir was so praised and
=| lauded, and deservedly so, that at last
it exalted its horn “like the horn of an
unicorn” and decided to take entire
charge of the musical portion of the
gervice. The leader a young man
with sublime confidence, a splendid
voice, long curling hair tucked under
at the ends, as was the fashion with
young men of that day, like the Jack
of epades, if you know what that is,
and a wealth of bear's grease, flavored
with bergamot came to the preacher
and said: “Mr. Seekpeace, I must
have the hymus for Sunday service on
Friday . morning hereafter. I have
changed rebearsal from Saturday to
Friday evening.”
“Bat I can’t let you have them Fri:
day morning,” the preacher said, ‘be-
cause I do not always know at that
time what I will preach about on Sun-
day following. You may have them
Saturday morning as usual.”
But the leader would not have it
that way, and he said so. The preach-
er was a man not given to controversy
in small matters. He said what he
had to eay on the subject in a few
words selected from the English lan-
guage, principally monosyllables, and
went his way, as also did the leader,
their ways beginning at the same point
and running respectively east by east
and due west. The preacher sent the
leader the numbers of the hymns on
the morning of the Saturday following.
Sunday morning dawned. The con-
gregation, paintully arrayed in stiff
and starched and rustling garments
gacred to the day and the place, assem-
bled with customary decorum. One
by one the deacons walked up the
aisles to their places, timing their steps
with mournful squeaks that deepened
the solemnity of the hour and awaken-
ed mirth only in the breasts of the
younger children, who were promptly
thumped to respectful silence by the
catapult of some adult finger. The
hymn books in the pews rustled open.
We listened for the usual little muffled
commotion of the choir getting into
positions with its little tussiness of
small affectations, but there was a
most rearsome silence, We turned our
heads looked up, and saw a gallery as
empty as the Foreign Mission treasury
at the close of the year. The presence
of the singers scattered here and there
among the congregation was explained
Some light-hearted members of the
choir tittered, but the rest of us were a
little bit frightened. The preacher
looked up quickly and understood. He
quietly closed the hymn-book, opened
the Bible, read the Scripture, offered
prayer, gave out the notices for ‘the
week, preached his sermon and pro-
nounced the benediction® Calm and
unruffled and undisturbed was he, as
though that had been the order of eer-
vice for a hundred years. The even-
ing service was conducted in like man-
ner. No hymns were given out,
reference was made to the subject.
He was so quiet and natural that we
began to wonder if that hadn’t been
the way we always worshiped, and
had only dreamed that we used to
have a choir and saog hymns of
praise.
Of course that wouldn’t do. The
deacons came together, investigated
the trouble and proffered their services
as arbitrators. The leader was firm,
the preacher was adamant. Finally
the latter said: “I'll tell you what I'l
do. I will give the choir the hymns
for the next six months, and the leader
may have rehearsal any time that best
suite bim."”
The deacons carried the proposition
to the choir ; it was accepted ; the gal-
lary ‘and the pulpit were reconciled ;
the preacher was meekly submissive,
the leader was radiantly triumphant.
But being disposed to be gracious and
magnanimous, he gave the preacher
two or three days to get over the first
sharp humiliation and pang of defeat,
then called on him for the hymns.
The preacher sat down and wrote a
long column of numbers, ‘beginning at
1 and running in regular progression—
2, 3,4,5,6, 7,8, etc., up to 156.
“There,” he said, with the air of a
defeated man, “sing them as they
come.”
The leader bowed as he took the list
with the kindly condescension of a big-
hearted conqueror, and retired.
The Sunday morning after the treaty
of peace was made the church meeting
houee was crowded. In his pew, far
up in front of all others, sat Deacon
Robert Standfast. He was a prosper-
ous cattle-man, a very Jacob, and had
been out on the prairies with his flocks
and herds when all this trouble occur-
red. He loved his pastor with all the
tenderness of a big man. Deacon
Standfast fairly blazed with indigna-
tion when he heard how his pastor
had been treated. He declared that it
should never happen so again. He
reached town late Saturday night and
had heard only about the war. He
knew nothing of the declaration of
peace, or rather, knew nothing of the
armistice of six months.
So, when then first hymn was given
out, the choir made that pause of a lit-
tle minute fluttering its wings and
smoothing its plumage before it broke
into song. The silence smote upon
the heart of Deacon Standfast, still
rankling with a sense of the indignity.
put upon his beloved pastor. He arose
to his feet, drew up his muscular fig
ure until he loomed up like Saul
among his brethren—‘from his shoul-
ders and upward higher than any of the
people’’—filled his lnngs, and in a
mighty voice that had echoed over the
surging backs of many a horned herd
on the storm-gwept prairies, a resound-,
ing shout of far-reaching cadences that
was qualified to paralyze a stampeded
| steer into forgetfulness of the terror
that was driving him to frenzy, he rais:
ed the tune.’” Alas, for the service of
of the sanctuary, out cf the strength
came forth no sweetness, for Deacon
Standfast could not distinguish a funer-
al dirge from a college yell. And he
roared off the first verse of that hymn
by himself. But he was enough. He
needed no re enforcement. With open
mouths, that choir stood in its silent
| place waiting for him to reach the end
of the stanza, intending to waylay him
and head him off on the second. Vain
hope. They did not know his powers
of endurance. He drew but one long
deep breath at the end of the closing
line, and went right on with the next
verse, developing cumulative power
with the exhilaration of his work, un-
til he wound up the long hyma with a
Tong drawn halloo that sounded like a
cross between a war-boop aud a halle-
lujah. One by one the silent choir set
down as that tuneless hymn progress-
ed, but the congregation, although not
venturing to “assist,” stood by most
nobly while Deacon Standfast lustily
gang his first and last solo in that
church. I believe he never sang
again ; not even in chorus.
After that break, however, all went
fairly well for several weeks, maybe a
month. Then the congregation stood
up at eight o'clock one Sunday night
and sang,
“Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes.”
And once the morning service opened
with the hymn,
“Lord, dissmiss us with thy blessing,”
But as not more than one singer in
a hundred, perhaps, sings a hymn
with any thought of its meaning. sim-
ply considering the words as rather
useless necessities, merely put in to
vocalize the music, the incongruity of
the selections did not strike more than
three or four people beside the preach-
er, and they were not present. But
the Sunday morning following that,
the leader came to the preacher before
service. with a troubled face and said :
“Look here, Mr. Seekpeace, this will
never do at all.”
“Well, what is the matter now ?"’
“Why,” said the leader, “this open-
iog hymn: It is:
“Brother, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze ;
Pleasant as the air of evening
When it floats among the trees.”
Now, there has been but one death in
this church in the past'six weeks, and
that was old Dodd Swearinger, who
gotso mad yesterday while he was
beating his horse with a pick handle
that he tell down in a fit and died in
two minutes—a man with the worst
temper in the State of Illinois. We
can't sing that Mr. Seekpeace.”
The preacher melted at the sight of
the leader's appealing face. He smiled
a pleasant smile that might have had
two shades of meaning in it. He may
have been pleased to meet a man who
recognized the fact that a hymn with-
out appropriate words is about as virile
and strong as a human body without a
skeleton. Or he may have been pleas-
ed about something else. Anyhow, he
smiled without permitting a gleam of
trumph to shire across his face. He
said, “Very well,” and selected hymus
for morfiing and evening service.
‘Phere was never again the shadow
f trouble between the choir and the
pulpit in that church. Other leaders
came and went. The choir changed,
as choirs do ; changing voices drove
out the boys who sang soprano or alto-
soprano—we used to call it ‘“tribble,”
didn’t we? Marriage closed the mouths
of the girls who womanlike, appeared
to consider it a eolemn, religious duty
to ‘forget their music” and ‘never
touch the piano’ after the first baby
was born. Bassos and tenors came
and went. But so long as that preach-
er was pastor the choir in that church
sang the hymns appointed them, and
it was generally understood, although
nothing was ever said about it, that the
head of that church was on its should-
ers, and not on the neck of a music-
rack stand.—7n Ladies Home Journal.
The Spider-Plant.
Travelers who visited or passed the
Cape Negro country of Africa often
heard from the natives of a plant that
was part spider, and threw its legs
about in continual struggles to escape.
If was the good fortune of Dr. Wel-
witsch to discover the origin of the
legend. Strolling along through a
wind swept tableland country, he came
upon a plant that rested low upon the
ground, but had two enormous leaves
that blew and twisted about in the
wind like serpents ; in fact it looked,
as the natives had said, like a gigantic
spider. Its etem was 4 feet across and
but a foot high. It had but two leaves
in reality, that were 6 feet or 8 feet long
and eplit up by the wind eo that they
resembled ribbons. This is probably
the most extraordinary tree known. It
grows for nearly. if not quite a century,
but never upward beyond about a foot,
simply slowly expanding until fit
reaches the diameter given, looking in
its adult state like a singular stool on
the plain. from 10 feet to 18 feet in cir-
cumference. :
When the wind came rushing in
from the sea, lifiing the curious ribbon
like leaves, and tossing them about, it,
almost seemed to the discoverer that
strange plant had suddenly become
imbued with lite and was struggling to
escape.
-—The foreign news shows thé
Russians are determined to hold a firm
haud on affairs in Asia growing out of
the late war between Japan and China.
Japan gets notice it must abandon all
pretensions to a protectorate over
Corea. Russia will attend to that, for
the reason she desires a terminus for
her Siberian-Pacific railroad connect-
ing with the European system of roads
south of the frozen lands and seaports
of Siberia. She will secure the covet:
ed outlet on the Pacific in a mild. r
climate, accessible from the sea the
greater part of the year. That is what
Ruseia means in warning Japan out of
Corea.
SA ———.
——Tho distance from the foot of
| Pike's Peak to the summit, by way of
{ the cog railway, is nine miles, and the
! trip is made in about two hours. The
i roadbed and the track are so solid that
| the cars ascend and descend without
the slightest discomfort to the occupants
but one can scarcely refrain from won-
dering what would happen if the train
should happen to slip a cog,
Danger of Being Over-Suspicious.
There are people who make them-
selves and everybody they come in con-
tact with miserable, simple because
they are over-suspicious. They are al-
ways convinced that whatever a man
may do or say there is always some-
thing more behind it. and it keeps them
busy hunting for the African in the
woodpile, who nine times out of ten is
not there. Ifa man of wealth chooses
to make a large donation for a public
purpose these people lose sight of the
excellent object the gift attains in their
busy search after the motive which in-
duced it and which they are sure to
characterize as an unworthy one. Ifa
man finds a purse of gold and returns it
with its contents intact to the owner
these people will have it, not that the
finder was especially honest, but that
he was afraid of being found out and
prosecuted if he did not make restitu-
tion. If a women visits the poor or sick,
or is active in church work, these poor,
miserable, over suspicious souls attribute
it either to a desire to parade her good
qualities or as a penance for secret grave
sins. If a child wins a prize at school
these people are satisfied that its parents
must have given it unfair help, or that
it resorted to underhand means of some
kind.
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These over-suspicious people always
wear a frown, if not in their face at
least in their mind. Their mental eyes
are always so contracted that they can-
not look the truth straight in the face
and recognize it when they see it. It
is too much to say that these people are
all crooked in their own morals and
conduct and that that is the reason why
they suspect everyone else to be
similarly deficient. While this is un-
doubtedly the case as to miany over-sus-
picious people, yet there are undoubted-
ly many others whose morals ard con-
duct are good and whose trouble is due
to the fact that their bump of cautious-
ness is abnormally developed. People
so constituted are apt, unless they care-
fully watch and ‘discipline themselves,
to develop the over suspicious disease
which brings them and others no end of
trouble.
There is no more reason why a sensi-
ble person should distrust everybody
than than he should trust everybody.
All men are a combination of the hu-
man and the divine. Some have these
qualities in more or less proportions.
There is some good in every man, wo-
man or child, very little, it is true, in
some, but there are big chunks of
righteousness in others. A man may
be rich, and still do a generous
act simply because he really enjoys it,
and not because he is moved by a de-
sire for glory or a pricking conscience.
There is a solid satistaction in helping
others, which is its own reward, and no
other motive need be sought for it.
Quit, therefore, my over-suspicious
brother, going through life with a sneer
and a microscope to detect flaws in the
conduct of your fellows, which are often
non-existent except in your own warped
or diseased imagination and the discov-
ery of which will add nothing to your
or their happiness.
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And those who are not- afflicted with
this disease have al:o a duty to perform.
‘When the over-suspicious whispers his
doubts about a fellow being’s conduct
into your ear do not receive the com-
munication supinely or with a smile, or
in any way encourage the messenger of
evil. On tue contrary, take him straight
to task. Make him produce the evi-
dence upon which he bases his suspi-
cions, and if it is unworthy of considera-
tion point out that fact, accompanied
by a talk that will help to brace up the
moral nature of the man, and enable
bim to rid his mind of the disease which
affects it. By so doing you will do
yourself and the community a service.
Real humbugs will be easier to be pil-
loried when the innocent hosts, who are
accused of being such by over-suspicious
natures are separated from them.
A Pullman Porter's Talk.
Explains the Saying “Sleep With Your Head
to the Engine.’
“In riding on a Pullman car,” said a
porter, more than usually observant,
‘sleep with your head to the engine.
There are not so many head on colli-
gions on the railroads, experience has
shown and besides, the danger is less
from a rear end collision. The reason
for this is that every passenger train has
its own right of way and runs regularly,
and is fooked by the trains running
ahead of it. The greater danger is from
a train behind which doesn’t know
when we have stopped or broken some,
thing and been forced to stop. This is
the chief reason for sleeping in this way,
but there are others.
“You get the draft in the right place,’
the porter continued, ‘‘with your head
toward the engine. Your head feels
cool without being exposed to the flood
of air you would get if you were point-
ing the other way. But the most im-
portant reason for traveling this way is
the matter ef the circulation of your
blood. The motion of the train is so
strong and steady that it sends all the
blood toward the end that 1s furthest
from the engine. Put your feet to the
engine and your blood rushes to your
head and gives you a restless night.
Put your head to the engine and the
blood goes away from your head, leav-
ing it cool and-easy, so you can rest like
a child! When you have got yourself
fixed in this way, and moreover, have
got it in the middle of the car, because
it is the safest, then you are ready for a
good night's sleep.”
Advantages otf Education.
Little brother— What you studyin,
so hard ? -
Little sister—Synonyms. |
Little brother—What’s them ?
Little sister—All sorts o’ words that
mean the same thing.
Little brother— What good is they ?
One word ought to be enough.
“Little Sister—Huh | Wait till you
get into society. Yesterday Mrs. New-
comer showed me a picture of a baby,
and I said it was lovely and cunning
and cute, and I don’t know what all. |
After that wasn’t her baby, but some. |
body else’s. Then she showed me a
picture of her own baby. And then I
head to think up a lot more nice words |
go she wouldn’t feel fended. If I hadn’t |
studied synonyms, I'd ‘a’ jus’ died.
Teaching of English in College.
Disgraceful is a strong word, in the
opinion of Professor Goodwin, of Har-
vard, it is a proper word to apply to
conditions in his own and other similar
institutions. “The college,” he says,
“must do something to redeem herself
from disgrace being the paltry knowl-
edge of the English-language possessed
by many of the students. Equally se-
vere criticism is made, on the same
point, of Uncle Sam’s Military Aca-
demy at West Point, by the Board of
Visitors for the year 1894, While
highly commending the work of this
institution in many respects, the Board’s
report laments the ‘lack of facility of
expression’’ on the part of many of the
cadets. The Committeg on Discipline
and Instruction were® ‘painfully im-
pressed’’ by the English examination,
and recommended that more time be
given to this language and its literature,
only two hundred and ten hours being
allotted to such study during the four
years’ conrse. The Visiting Committee
on Composition and Rhetoric of Har-
vard Univers§y made similar criticism
with respect to that institution in 1892
and again in 1894. Commenting on
these facts, the Public Ledger, Phila-
delphia, says editorially :
“The responsibility for this regrettable
state of affairs rests partly upon the col-
leges and universities, and partly upon
the preparatory schools. The West
Point Visiting Board recommended a
more stringent English entrance exami-
nation, and if all the universities would
insist upon this, the preparatory schools
would give more attention to the sub-
jeet. As long as it is assumed that the
student has been well taught in English
before he enters college, the preparatory
schools will exploit foreign' languages
and the higher mathematics at the ex-
pense of English. The universities can-
not be expected to instruct students in
the fundamental principles of the moth-
er tongue ; but they can, and should,
insist upon a searching examination in
English when the student applies for
admission.
“It has been said with great force
that nobody can be thoroughly ground-
ed in his native tongue unless he has
some knowledge of a foreign one ; but
the first duty of the academies is to
teach our youth how to use the lan-
guage of Milton and Shakespeare with
propriety, if not with elegance. That
there is great need for better English in-
struction. in all our schools is quite evi-
dent. The ordinary vernacular of the
street shows that plainly enough, and
the youth who can write a flawless En-
glish letter of any length is an excep-
tion. Our tongue does not come to all
of us in its purity like an inspiration.
If we would learn its peculiarities and
show its pitfalls, we must make it the
study of a life time and must lay a good
foundation at a very early age.”
A Sleek Individual.
A Hotel Proprietor and Livery Stable Owner
Would Like to See Hime
Lewistown, Pa., October 20.—A
man giving his name as C. Burbank
and claiming New York city as his
residence, registered a few days ago at
the National hotel, saying he was ex-
pecting to meet Some men concerning
legal matters. He remained until
Wednesday, when he gave Landlord
Clover his individual check for $50.
He then hired a double team from
Liveryman W. H. Felix to go to Me:
Clure, Snyder county, to meet his men.
Since then nothing has been heard of
man. or team and Mr. Felix is hunting
for him. Mr. Clover would also like
to see him, as he left a board bill un
paid. To make things better the check
for $50 came back with the endorse-
ment that it was no good. Heisa
gleek fellow and others had better
watch for him. He drove from here
to Bellefonte, where he” registered as
Dr. S. G. Hendron, Lewistown. He is
described as being a man of about five
feet eight inches high, weighing 160
pounds, with bushy hair and closely
trimmed English beard and mustache,
probably about 30 years of age, and
wore a light pair of trousers, white
vest, black coat and black slouch hat.
A Great Sand Storm.
The Continued Drouth in South Dakota Results
in a Fierce Hurricane.
St. PavL, Minn., October 19.—Re-
ports from twenty towns in South
Dakota and Western Minnesota indi-
cate that the greatest sandstorm ever
known in those sections was blowing
many hours yesterday afternoon. The
weather has been very dry for four
weeks and the wind, which was blow-
ing early in the day at 25 miles an
hour gradually, increased until at 8
o'clock in the evening it was blowing
at from 48 to 55 miles an hour, and
there was such a furious storm of sand
that it was impossible for pedestrians
to be out.
Reports late last night say that it
has begun snowing at a number of
points. At Brown's Valley there has
been a drop in the temperature of 30
degrees in the last six hours. At El-
lendale the temperature dropped 40
degrees during the day.
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Traffic Too Much for Cars.
The Pennsylvania company has 41,-
971 cars of its own and 40,644 belong-
ing to individuals and companies doing
business over its lines, and, had the com- !
pany as many more, often could not
meet the requirements for cars. To-day
they are many thousand cars short of
filling daily orders, and are obliged to
select shippers who shoald be first fav-
ored.
——Jeff Ellis, a negro criminal,
whose crimes were of the blackest and
most heinous character that it is possi-
ble for man to commit, was barbarously
mutilated and lynched in Tennessee last
week. The public cannot help but
condemn the lawlessness of which the
fiend was the victim, but he and the
others like him bring their terrible fate
on themselves,
Emer ———CE CT r—
—“1 guess it’s time to go,”
Remarked at last the bore.
‘“An excellent guess,” she answered ;
“Why didn’t you guess before ?”
—San Francisco Examiner.
For and About Women .
There are now 25 women in Chicago
who are practicing lawyers and 15 more
will be soon admitted to the par.
Dartmouth surrenders. This college
now counts a woman in its list of stu-
dents, Miss Katherine Quint, of Boston
who will take advanced study in Greek.
The majority of waist models for this"
season will give great breadth to the
shoulders by means of full sleeves,
| spreading collars, fichus and shortshoul-
| der capes, more or less elaborate in ef-
| fect. Small, but very full and flaring
| shoulder capes ot velvet, that are not
more than a quarter of a yard deep,
simply adorn and cover the neck and
shoulders, but they are richly lined and
give a handsome appearance to a gown
at small expense.
Cotton may be distinguished from
linen when one is buying handkerchiefs
by moistening the tip of the finger and
pressing to the handkerchief. It it wets
through at once it is linen, while if any
cotton enters into its manufacture it
will take several seconds to wet through
the threads. Also in linen the threads
are more uneven than in cotton.
Tweeds and cheviots, which, when
tailor-made, baveso lcng been a neces-
sary pao of every lady’s trousseau, are
now likely to be relegated to the cyclist
and the sportswoman. The latest nov-
elty is the boucle material, soft, warm,
inconceivably light, and stylish when
made with a full, plain skirt and coat
with large buttons. In the hands of a
skillful couturiere it would be one of
the smartest costumes out, and one of
the most comfortable as well as becom-
ing. It is likely to be taken into favor
quickly and retain that favor long.
The newest skirt hangs in graceful
volutes, interlined with very thin hair-
cloth to keep them in place ; in many
the side breadths lap over the front in a
deep plait, which is fas.ened to about
the depth of nine inches below the waist
and ornamented with handsome but-
tons ; the plaits flare out below. In
others the sides are cut into pocket flaps
with a similar effect. - Long shoulder
effects promise to be more generally
adopted than they were last season.
Sometimes the sleeve is plaited closely
or shirred for three or four inches below
the shoulder. The low arm effect is al-
so attained by shaping the yoke or
enpiecement so that it fits quite smooth-
ly over the top of the arm. Tabs of
the dress material or of ribbon or velvet
are brought from the shoulder pointed
on the ends and secured with ornament.
ed buttons several inches below.
Don’t wear silk or velvet for travel
ing. A good brillantine or a coarsely
woven woolen dress is better.
For evening wear nothing lights up
better than pale yellow. It.is suited
! alike to the brunette and blonde.
Olive green is very becoming while
bright green enhaunces the red in the
complexion, so must be advoided by the
florid woman.
Tourists should include a packet of
borax in their baggage. It takes little
space, and is a great comfort should the
water at the hotels be found hard.
Women should appreciate this hint, for
it will prevent the skin from becoming
cracked and dry.
Miss Marian Sara Parker, of Detroit,
is the first woman to graduate from the®
department of engineering of the Uni-
versity of Michigan. Her object in tak-
ing this course was to become a practi-
cal architect. Her thesis for graduation
consists of designing & fireproof apart-
ment building, having to figure out the
strength of every piece of iron in its
construction.
A favorite model for walking cos-
tumes in Paris last spring is to be very
fashionable this winter. A short jacket,
very full-skirted, with seams strapped
with black satin, the fronts of the jacket
loose, but curved in at the sides. No
buttons visible, but the coat fastened
under a flap ; tiny revers, faced with
satin, or else put on in jabot style.
Made up in black or blue broad wave
serge or camel’s hair, these jackets are
decidedly smart.
Those who wear crepon gowns should
know that dust cannot be removed from
them as from ‘other materials by dusting
in the ordinary manner. After each
wearing the dress should be vigorously
shaken inthe open air, and then freed
from the remaining dust by gently beat-
ing the material with a whip or dust
beater, the costume being meanwhile
supported from a nail or hook.
Collars are becoming ‘a most impoz-
tant item in our toilets. Those of Bruges
lace, Irish or Venetian guipure, are
among the most fashionable. Their
shape varies ; some are divided into
deep square tabs, two of which fall over
the shoulders, one at the back and two
in front ; othersare in the sailor shape,
slanted off to the back, and others again
come down in deep vandykes or large
scallops. Sometimes the collar is double
or treble, covering all the upper part of
the bodice.
The old drooping leg o’ mutton in
one piece will continue to be worn,
however, and a modish look is given to
these by fitting the forearm part as
tightly as comfort will allow, and to ac-
complish thin an outside seam is often
added.
The newest gigots have this season in-
variably, and just above the elbow the
surplus fullness of the top is laid in
heavy pleats, which creates at the sides
the distinct effect of a putt.
Indeed those puffsleaves may be said
to be the stars of the season, and a point
remarked with the most elegant models,
was, that whether simulated or not, the
puff was placed some inches above the
elbow. At the shoulder droops becom-
ingly, but the lower line encircles the
arm with unbrokenevenness, and where
the arm is’ thin or badly modeled the
forearm section nceds to be discreetly
padded.
Cotting batting meade thinner by split-
. ting is used for this.