by
: - Hitty wished to go to the postoffice to
Peweorralic see if there were any letters there for
ong ~ra! her, as she had intended, when she had
Bellefonte, Pa., Feb. 7, 1896.
TENDER BUT NOT A LEGAL ONE.
Writtenon the Baek of a Twenty Dollar Confed-
crate Note,~——
Representing nothing on God's earth now
a paught in the waters below it, ?
left home, to spend some time at
Berkley. We found the office in one
corner of John Walworth’sstore. He
waited upon us. There were two let-
ters for my cousin.
I looked at Walworth, and he look-
ed ai me. I fancied that he regarded
me with a feeling of triumph. In short,
the look was not to be mistaken,
As the pledge of a nation that's dead and gone, What he detected in my face I cannot
Keep it dear friend, and show it ;
Show it to those who will lend an ear
To the tale this trifle ‘can tell,
Of a liberty born of the patriot’s dream,
Of a storm cradied natlon that fell.
Tonpoor to possess the precious ores,
And too much of a stranger to burrow,
We issued to-day our:promise to pay,
And hoped to redeem on the morrow,
tell, though if he had thought I hated
him, he would not have been far out
of the way.
One day Mr. Dinsmore, a friend of
my aunt, called to see us. He was go-
ing to Europe on business, to be gone
The days rolled by and the weeks became | gayeral years; and he wanted a clerk.
years, :
But our coffers were empty still;
Coin was so scarce that the treasury ’d quake
If a dollar should drop in the till.
But the faith that was in vs was strong, indeed
And our poverty well we discerned,
And this little check represents the pay
That our suffering veterans earned.
We knew it had hardly a value in gold,
Yet as.gold each soldier received it:
It gazed in our eyes with a promise to pay,
And each Southern patriot believed it.
Would I go with him.
Eagerly I embraced the opportunity,
and went away with Dinsmore, and
was gone three years. At the end of
three years, as I said at the beginning:
“At home once more !”
There had been changes during my
absence. I found Aunt Dorcas as well
as eyer, but my stepmother had been
But our ‘boys thought little of peace or of pay, | dead a yea, and Leonora had found a
Or of bills that were overdue:;
We knew if it brought us our bread tc-day,
*Twas the'best our poor country could do.
Keep it ; it tells all our history over,
From the birth of the dream to its last;
Modest, and born of the angel Hope,
Like our hope'of success, it passed. 4
Em ——
A PACKAGE OF OLD LETTERS,
me.
At home once more!
I call it my home. My mother had
died when I was very young. and my
father married again. ‘When I was
fourteen years of age my father died,
leaviog hardly property enough to sup-
port my etep-mother and the two
children that were here. Still, there
told me he was dead.
a year after I went away.
home with my aunt. She was not the
Leonora of old. I had left a rosy-
cheeked, bright-eyed, joyous meiden,
and I found a pale, melancholy wo-
man, who seemed to be suffering under
the weight of some great calamity.
There was one other person who
who found a home beneath aunt
Dorcas’ roof, and that Hitty ; but she
was away on a visit,
Wher my aunt and I were alone I
asked her about Walworth ; and she
He died about
I thought, was the cause of Leonora’s
wae a sum set apart by my father’s | 8OrTOW.
will for my education, and it had been
placed in ‘the hands of my Aunt
Dorcas, who was to see that it was
properly applied ; and from ‘that time
I regarded ‘my aunt as my protector
and guide, -and her house became my
home.
In those other years there came a
beautiful girl sometimes to see my
mother, and after my father died she
lived with amy mother all the time.
She was my -step-mother’s niece and
her name was Leouora Carter. She
was not only the most beautiful girl I
had ever seen, but she was oveof the
best.
Time wore on, and my freedom day
was close at hand. I bad graduated
with honor, and my aunt was delight-
ed ; and all that now ‘remained was for
me to select what profession I would | J
follow, and go into preparation for it.
During my stay st college I had cor-
reeponded with Leonora as often as
was proper, aod her love was the polar
star of my ambition. :
Three months before 1 left college,
Leonora svent away to visit a distant
relative, and was gone until I had
graduated. - She returned a few days
before I did. But you will understand
that we did not return tothe same
town. I came home to my aunts,
while Leonora lived with my step-
mother in the adjoining town. As
soon a8 I got-home I sat down and
wrote a long letter to my love, telling
her that I should be one-and-twenty in
a very few days: that I was going into
business for myself, and that 1 wanted
her to te my wife.
1 posted the letter and no answer
came. I waited a week, and then I
wrote again. I inquired if Mies Car-
ter was at home. She was. Twrote a
third letter ; and at the end of a third
week I was still without an answer.
After Leonora had gone to bed my
aunt and Isat up and talked, and
among other things she told me that
John Walworth had lefta bequest for
me.
“A bequest for me ?"’ I cried. “And
what is it 2”
“J cannot tell you,” my aunt, re-
plied. “When Walworth had been told
that he must die he eent_for me to
come and see him, as he had a mes:
sage for me. If I could not come, he
asked that I should send some one
whom my nephew would have no bes-
itation in trusting. I could not go, so
I sent Hitty, and he gave to her a
small packet, bearing your name, and
securely sealed, and he obtained from
her a solemn promise that she would
keep it faithfully, and deliver it into
your bands when you returned.”
And that was all that I could learn
from my aunt. For further particulars
I must await my cousins arrival.
On the following morning Leonora
met me as before; but I thought her
eyes were brighter than then, and
with the melancholy shadows upon
her face were mingled slight gleams
of hope. Could it be possible that,
singe the death of Walworth, the old
love had come back to her? The
thought was joy ! But was it likely ?
During this second day I visited my
old friends in the village and, alto-
gether, the time passed very pleasant-
ly. Occasiotally I would find myself
lost in thoughts of the mystery which
I had attached to tbe strange looks I
had detected upon Leonora’s face ;
and more than once I fell into a rev-
-erie upon the subject of Walworth’s
bequest. When I went home to din-
ner my aunt informed me that she
was going out to spend the afternoon
and take tea with a friend ; but Le-
onore, she said, would attend to my
wante, and in all probability my cousin
In the meantime I heard something Hitty would be at home to help en-
said about a young man.of the name | jiven the evening.
of John Walworth, who boarded with
my stepmother. He and Leonora
were very much together, it had been | goon to be .married,
It was during this interview with
my aunt thet I learned that Hitty was
Leonora was
eaid. He was handeome and accom. present when my aunt told me this,
plished, and was doing an .excellent| o/q7 thought she watched my face
bueiness ; and more than one mother | gith considerable anxiety ; and I fur
had thought of him as a good match | thermore tancied that when she had
for ber marriageable daughter. Good | geen me receive the intelligence not
heaven's. Was it possible? I-sat-down only with perfect composure, but with
and wrote opce more.
carefully posted myeelf,.and I waited
anxiously for a reply.
would send me some sort .of word; but
she did not. waited a week and the
last spark of hope died.
home from college I found my cousin,
This letter [| 5 rap) expression of thankfulness in
"| view of my cousin’s good fortune’ a.
I felt sure she | 1054 seemed lifted from her heart.
Evening came, at length, Atter tea
I walked out and smoked a cigar, and
when I came ia I found Leonora alone
-I forgot to say that when 1 came |p (he parlor.
My heart beat wildly ;
but I succeeded in calming myself. I
Hitty, stopping with my aunt. She | goed her about my stepmother; and
was sixteen.
then, summoning "all my fortitude, I
And that,
One day my auxnt asked me to ride | asked her about John Walworth. She |
over to Berkley, and do some business | told me of bis sickness and of his
for her, I told ber I would, end at the | death, and I could not discover that |
eame time I resolved thatl would. call { the subject was any more painful to’
at my stepmother’s and see Leonora.
While the groo®
together, and as we rode through the
She was walking, and Sobn Wolwaerth
was by her side. I did not then ce:
that Walworth might have accidemt-
her than had been that other subject
was harnessing the | of my mether-in-law’s passage to the
horse Hitty declared that she would | world of apirits.
.20 with me. Aunt was willing, and 1 tunity, and I determined io embrace
. could not object. Se away we event |it.
Here was the oppor-
“Leonora, you must have suffered
-village of Berkley we met Leonara. | much whes Walworth died ?”
She started.
“Lionel—Mr. Drake! Why do you
- flect that it wae the dinwer hour, asd | say that to me 2”
“I had thought,” I answered, stum-
ally fallen in with Leonore on his way | bling over my words in a confused
to his meal.
I only thought of my | manaer, “that Walworth was some-
unarewered letters, and my soul was {thing more to you than a friend.”
filled with jealousy of the @ost poig-
nantkind. Hitty asked me what w
“Oh 1” she eried, “whatis there be-
neath the sun upon which suspicion
the metter ; I told her I hada head eannot fix its cruel grasp! Walworth
ache, and she pitied me as only a girl { was not even held by me as a friend.
like ber can pity.
And I thought, as { The very first time I ever saw him, I
I looked upon the happy face by my | distrusted him ; aad though, from his
side, “Why not cast off the falee love. | liviog with my aant, I was forced to
and takethis in its place ? But it was | treat him with respect, yet I never
more easily said than done. That old | trusted him as I would a friend.”
love wae to deeply rooted to be cast
off
Before 1 could recover from the state
. : of astonishment into which this speech
It wae near the middle of the after- | threw me, my cousin Hitty entered
¥ ’
noon whenI.called at my stepmother’s. | the room.
I know that Leonora was in the parlor
“I'll give it to you oa one condition,
as we came into the yard, because I | she cried. “Leonora and I ehall see
saw Ler arise gud paes by the windows; | you open it."
but she had left the room before I en-
tered, and though I remained there an | ran away to briag it.
I told her that they should, and she
It was a small
hour ehe did not make her appearance. | affair—seemingly nothing more than
[ did not aek.for ber. She knew that |a package of papers. I broke the seals,
I was in the parlor, and yet she avoid- | and as I opened the envelope I die
ed me. Wag it not .clear enough that | covered a second packet, also sealed,
I bad lost her ?
with the following written upon its
I spoke with my stepmother about | face :
Jobo Walworth, and she praised him
Lionel Drake—Whea you receive
in extravagant terme, this I shall be no longer living. Death
At the end of an hour 1 took my |i
s at hand, and as I feel its icy touch I
leave, Before calling for the horse |am impelled to restore to you what 1s
‘own domain is a mystery.
your own, Within are letters which
I intercepted, hoping thereby to turn
the current of her love to myself. But
I failed. Leonora would not love me,
Trusting that this revelation will en-
able you to win her, I am yours re-
pentant.
JOHN WALWORTH,
It would be impossible to describe
the feellngs with which I finished
reading this. I opened the second
packet, and there were mine to Leon-
ora, and there were Leonora’s to me.
“Leonora,” I said; “I find some:
thing here which belongs to you ; and
here are also letters belonging to me
which I bave never read. Here is
what John Walworth wrote to me.”
She took the letters, and I returned
to my seat, aud opened mine, reading
them in turn according as they were
dated.
Oh, blessed letters ! As I read them
I cast my eyes towards her, and she
was reading my first letter—the one in
which I spoke of marriage.
In her second letter she wondered
why I did not write. Was it possible
that I had forgotten her? Oh, no.
She could ngs believe it. In her third
letter, writte® when she had waited
three weary weeks for an answer to
her last, she told me that he heart was
crushed, and joy was no more for her,
She had heard of my love for my
cousin Hitty, and though only sorrow
could be hers, yet she hoped we
might be happy. And then she asked
me to write only one line to her—just
one line—that she might know her
doom.
“Great heavens!” I gasped, “how
that man’s villainy has caused us to
suffer | Leonora ! Leonora ! after these
many years the veil is lifted, and we
| know that our hearts have been true
all the while I”
I remember that she hung on my
neck and that we laughed and wept
by turns ; and I remember that my
cousin when she had learned the
whole story, went away and left us by
ourselves ; and I remember that when
aunt Doreas came she was much sur-
prised upon finding the girl nestling
upon my bosom. Hitty returned to the
parlor, and I began to sober down.
“And now,” cried Hitty, clapping
her hands, “what a happy, happy
time we will have. You and Leonora
will be married on the same day with
Charlie and me—won’t you Lionel 2’
“You must ask Leonora about
that,” I said, with a light laugh.
“You'll say yes, won't you "Nora ?”
And Leonora said ‘“Yes.”—New
York News.
A New Cure for Insomia.
The latest cure for insomnia is
cheap, healthy and effacious. The
remedy was suggested by an old doctor
whom a despairing young man had
gone to for advice. “Of course,” said
the doctor, “I could give you plenty of
drugs that would put you to sleep, but
in the case of a young man, that is al-
ways to be avoided. The reason you
cannot sleep is because your nerves
are all unstrung. That does not ne-
cessarily mean that you must put your
nervous system to sleep by the use of
drugs. What you want.is a mild ex-
citement that will lift your nervous
system ont of the rut it has fallen into.
The best thing in the world to do that
is a trolley ride. Don’t even ask the
conductor where the car is going to,
but just go along witlf the car. It will
surely come back sometime to the
point where you tcokit. If the rout
ig eight or ten miles long so much the
better. One thing is certain, you will
either sleep during the ride or as soon
ag it is over”
Hotel Kleptomaniaos.
I was talking to a hotel clerk, and he
said : Talk about kleptomaniaes at dry
goods stores ; they arescarcely a circume
stance to those at a first class hotel. Peo-’
ple who will cheerfully pay $5a day
for board will steal a 10 cent cake of
soap and put themselves to a great deal
of trouble to do it. But ithe principal
things guests take are towels, and the
collection of those articles has become a
regular fad. They are taken as souv-
enirs ‘of the hotel, and a lady who has
traveled a great deal will have a whole
trunkful with the names of the hotels on
them. This is conclusive proof that
they have stopped at those houses, and
a person whose towels bear the marks
of hotels throughout the civilized world
is to be envied as possessing a most in-
teresting collection of mementos A
few napkins are taken and occasionally
spoons. Door keys and checks used to
disappear in towels in the eyes of the
collector of hotel souvenirs.— Washing-
ton Post.
——1It was an hour or two past mid-
night and Mr. Jagway was fumbling
about in the hallway, and muttering
angrily to himself. “What's the mat-
ter 7” called out Mrs, Jagway, from
the floor above. ‘There’s two hatracks
here,” he answered, “an’ I don’t know
which one to hang m’ hat on.” “You've
got two hats, haven’t you ?’’ rejoined
Mes. Jagway ; “hang them on both”
——1It makes no difference how
great a fool you may know a man is
you will always have a high opinion
of his intelligence after you discover
that he admires you.
——Keep a bowl of oatmeal on the
washstand, and, after washing the
hands, dry them in the meal. The
skin will be kept white and smooth by
this process.
Kitchen ware, exclusive of stoves
| nd ranges, is protected by 1,747 pat-
ents. Patent needles and pins are
made to the number of 175 different
varieties.
‘~——Why the great Czar of all Rus-
sia does not keep the la grippe in his
He keeps
everything else he can lay his hands
on.
rr ————————S———
—— You ean’t get into the push with.
out a pull. :
In the Days of 1849.
How the Mail was Distributed in California. —
Miners Paid One Dollar for Every Letter Sent
or Received—Speculators Who Sold Their
Places inthe Line for $100 to $300.
A well known patent attorney'in this
city, who was in California in the early
mining days, apropos the publication
in the Post of the cost of carrying mails
on the Yukon, makes some interesting
statements about similar service on the
Pacific coast in 1849.50 :
“We had to pay $1 for every letter
sent or received,’’ he states, ‘‘besides the
government postage. We were in the
mines and had to send a messenger,
with an order for the postmaster to de-
liver to him our mail at Sacramento, a
distance of from 75 to 100 miles, ac-
cording to the location of the camps.
Parties made a business of carrying the
mail and had regular routes around
through the mining camps.
‘At that time mail went by way of
the Isthmus, an, i but one steam-
er every three weeks. As a result, at
San Francisco and at Sacramento, the
two main offices and supply points for
the state, there would be a large crowd
waiting every time a mail arrived. Thay
finally adopted a rule among themselves
requiring all to form in line and take
their turn, and hundreds stood or laid
in line day and night to keep their
places, sometimes several days before
they could be served, the line being
formed days before the steamer arrived.
Resident speculators would take position
in the line, and when they had advanc-
ed near the door would sell their place
to others from the mines, who were
waiting, frequently getting from $100
to $300.
“Such a thing can hardly be believed
by those who have never had any such
experience, but in the fall of 1849 an
ox team driver got $10 per day and
board, Sundays being counted the same
as other days, while carpenters got from
an ounce ($16) to an ounce and a half
per day, everything else costing in pro-
portion, and hence the mail carriers for
the mines could better afford to pay for
the position in line than to wait on ex-
pense and lose the time, they sometimes
being kept waiting for a week before
they could get all their mail for the sev-
eral camps.
“One of the curious sights was the
sale of the New York papers. As soon
as the steamer arrived a man or boy
with a lot of papers would rush ashore, |
mount a box and just as fast as he could
band out the papers and make change
dispose of them at $1 each. Of course
in time all this changed, but communica-
tion with the Stales was then so slow
and the time required so great that to
us, isolated as we were from home and
friends and the whole outside world, it
seemed almost an eternity.’ —Ez.
——————
How Fast the Earth Moves.
Everybody knows that the earth
makes one complete revolution on its
axis once in each 24 hours. But few,
however, have any idea of the high rate
of speed at which such an immense ball
must turn in order to accomplish the
feat of making one revolution in a day
and 8 night. A graphic idea of the
terrific pace which the old earth keeps
up year after year may be had by com-
paring its speed to that of a cannon ball
fired from & modern high pressure gun.
The highest velocity ever attained by
such a missile has been estimated at
1,626 feet per second, which is equal to
a mile in 3 2-10 seconds. The earth, in
making one complete revolution in the
short space of 24 hours, must turn with
a velocity almost exactly equal to that
of the cannon ball. In short, its rate of
speed at the equator is exactly 1,507
feet per second. This is equal to a mile
every 3 6-10 seconds, 17 miles a min-
ute.—St. Louis Republic.
Weighing a Pencil Mark,
Scales are now made of such a nice
adjustment that they will weigh any-
thing, to the smallest hair plucked from
the eyebrow. They are triumphs of
mechanism, and are enclosed in glass
cases, as the slightest breath of air
would impair their records. The glass
cases have a sliding door, and as ‘soon
as the weight is placed in the balance
the door slides down. Two pieces of
paper of equal weight can be placed in
the scales, and an autograph written in
pencil on either piece will cause the
other side to ascend, and the needle
which indicates the division of weight,
even to the ten-millionth part of a
pound and less will move from jts per-
pendicular. A signature containing
nine letters has been weighed and prov-
ed to be two milligrams, or the fifteen
thousand five hundredth part of a Troy
ounce.
TT Ret,
° Noah's Business.
While teaching a class of girlsin a
school recently, the master asked the
following question .
“What was Noah supposed to be do-
ing when the animals were going into
the ark ?”’ .
He received several answers. At last
a little girl put up her hand.
“Well,” he said, ‘*what do you say 7”
“Taking the tickels; sir.”
Took Him at His Word.
Employer (to new office boy) —If any”
one calls, James, be sure and remember
that I am not in. (Half ap hour later)
Didn’t you hear me call, you young
rascal ?
James—Yes, sir, but I t’ought yer
-wasn’t in.
Malicious.
A.—Tom must have had an awful
cold when he became engaged.
B.—Why ?
A.—Because when one has a cold one
has no taste.
An Obliging Officer.
On the door of Fries’ drug storeis a
sign, “Please close the door.” Just un-
der it is another sign, ‘‘Closed by the
Sheriff.--Florida Times-Union.
——With a woman it isa struggle to
provide something for the inner man,
and with & man it is an effort to provide
something for the outer woman.
——People are generally judged by
their mistakes, —D'ncle Dick.
Smallest Oxen in the World,
One of the greatest curiosities among
the domesticated animals of Ceylon is a
breed of cattle known to the zoologist
as the ‘sacred running oxen.” They
are the dwarfs of the whlle ox family,
the largest specimen of the species never
exceeding 30 inches in height. One
sent to the Marquis of Canterbury in
the year 1891, which is still living and
believed to be somewhere near 10 years
of age, is only 22 inches high and
weighs but 109} pounds. In Ceylon
they are used for quick trips across
country with express matter and other
light loads, and it is said that four of
them can pull the driver of a two
wheeled cart and & 200-pound load of
miscellaneous matter 60 or 70 miles a
day. They keep up a constant swing-
ing trot or run, and have been known
to travel 100 miles in a day and night
without food or water. No one knows
anything concerning the origin of this
peculiar breed of miniature cattle. They
have been known on the island of Cey-
lon and other Buddhistic countries for
more than a thousand years. One story
told to account for their origin is to the
For and About Women .
When Eve brought woe to all mankind,
Old Adam called her woe-man ;
But when she woo’d with love so kind.
He then pronounced it woo-man.
But now with folly and with pride
Their husbands’ pockets brimming,
The ladies are so full of whims
The people call them whim-men.
-=The Golden Penny.
The smaller the child the larger the
bonnet.
The bigger the buttons the smaller
the garment.
old black frock.
espn
The newest bonnet is a*quaint but
moderilized poke, with broad ribbons
tying under the chin in a large bow
having long ends.
.
| - -
| The Tam O'Shanter crown is larger
, and even more conspicuous than at the
beginning of the season. The latest
Tam crown is in gray velvet, studded
effect that they were originally cattle of
the ordinary height and bulk ; but a
Buddhist priest was was once impris-
oned in a stone building, one-half of
which was used as a cattle stable. Dar-
ing the night he managed to dislodge
one of the stones in his prison walls.
The stone in question was exactly two
and a halt feet square. It was almost
daylight when this apostle of Buddha
felt the air rush through the opening
he had made and realized that he
was all but free. He knew that
be would be unable to get out
of the .enemy’s country on foot,so he/
prayed that he might be provided wi
a beast of burden that would safely ca®-
ry him to the homes of the followers o
Buddha. No soon had he done this
than one of the large oxen which had
been quietly feeding in a stall at his side
walked leisurely to the 80 inch square
opening and miraculously passed
through it. The priest followed and
mounted the now sacredly dwarfed ox.
—London Public Opinion.
Curious Condensations.
Brazil grows halt the coffee crop of
the world.
There are three times as many widows
as widowers.
Many of the best English jockeys
earn over $500 a week.
In the time of Henry VIII, there
were only ten surgeons in his domin-
ions. :
The production of whiskey in Ken-
tucky in November and December,
1895, was double that of the same period
in 1894. :
The record of embezzlements in the
United States last year revealed losses
of only $10,000,000, compared with
$25,000,000 in 1894 and $19,000,000 in
1894.
Great Britain owns 2,670,000 square
miles of territory in Africa, an area al-
most equal to that of the United States.
In Egypt the natives believe that
crocodiles cry and moan like men in
distress, in order to attract and make a
prey of the unwary.
Despite its feminine name, Aliceton,
Wis., bas the distinction of being the
the only town in the country without
one woman inhabitant.
————
He Heard It.
An Irishmen, a witness in a case in
which 8 man had been shot from be-
bind a hedge, on being questioned, the
following dialogue took place :
Judge—*Did you see the shot fired ?”
Pat—No, yer honor, but I heard
it.”
Judge—‘Indeed ! but that evidence
won't satisfy me.”
Pat left the box, but before leaving
the court he turned his back to the
Judge and indulged in a hearty roar of
laughter. He was immediately brought
back for contempt of court.
Judge—What did you laugh for ?”
Pat—"Did you see it ?”’
Judge—“No, but I heard it.”
Pat—¢ Well indade yer honner, yere
evidence won't satisfy me.”
The Judge took the joke in good
part, and Pat left the court amid the
giggles of the crowd.
Windproof.
San Francisco Argonaut.
A farmer in the Kansas cyclone dis-
trict was building a stone wall. He
was puttingit there to stay, building it
5 feet across the base and 4 feet high.
A stranger came riding by, and seeing
the care the farmer was taking said to
him, “You seem to be mighty careful
about that wall.” “Yep, replied the
farmer, “I'm er building her to stay.”
“Taiu’t no use,” replied the stranger,
“it'll blow over just the same.”
“Waal, let her blow over, she’ll be a
foot higher, if she does;" replied the
farmer, continuing his work.
A Victim ofthe New Journalism.
“Who gave you away when you
were married ?”’
“The press.”
Saying which she fetched several
large scrap books and reverted with es-
pecial bitterness to the newspaper dis.
cussions of the hosiery in her trousseau,
First Tramp—All TI have in the
world is a counterfeit quarter.
Second Tramp—And all I have is a
plugged dime.
Both—Let’s hold a monetary confer-
ence.
Deflned Again,
Advertising is the art of attracting
i your business in such a
mander as to inspire confidence in your
god your prices and your business
1ethods. .
A Mystery.
Watts—Statesman Witts says he
never pays any attention to the papers.
Potts=-So? Wonder how he gets
hold of all his jokes.
~— The leap year girl should learn
to pay the bills like a little man,
with brilliant jewels.
|" A novel theatre hat is a three-cornered
Napoleonic affair. It is soft and grace-
ful and made of white velvet powdered
with fine gold spangles. A fluffy lace
rosette and one gold aigrette forms the
trimming.
Flowers that have been worn until
they are badly faded. may be restored
by placing the stemsin hot water. Af-
ter this treatment they will sometimes
keep fresh and beautiful almost as long
as those placed directly in the water
after they were freshly gathered.
~=It is a mistake to place a fine speeci-
men plant, loaded with buds or blos-
soms, in a dry warm room without sup-
plying some arrangement for the nec
essary moisture. A plant taken from
its customary quarters and mounted on
a wire s'and or table or pedestal, with
soon becomeso dry that the flowers will
fade and the buds blast before we realize
its danger. 2
Wide, gauntle cuffs, deeply slashed
and heavily buttoned, are common.
They have a military aspect wholly at
variance with puff sleeves and feather
boas. The short cape isa universal fa.
vorite, on account of the use with which
it goes on over big sleeves. A fluffy
fur colar makes the outlines of the face
look softer. Big buttons and enormous
plaids make a little woman look smaller.
“Tailor gown’’ no longer spells sim-
plicity. One of the prettiest is a rough,
hairy blue cloth, made up with novelty
velvet in the bodice front, in gay colors
of the rainbow sort ; and rows of little
yellow buttons, set in groups of three,
shine like gold up and down the blue
front to either side of the velvet and on
the sleeves.
Mrs. Theodore Alice Ruggles Kitson,
wife of H. H. Kitson, the well known
Boston sculptor, has completed with her
own hands a number of statues, stat-
uettes and busts, several .of which have
been exhibited in European salons with
great credit. She is under 25 years old
and first exhibited her works in the
Paris salon in 1888.
White linen cases for party slippers
are offered at the art shops finished or
to be worked. They are long scarfs,
wider than the slippers, which they will
several times infold. They are usually
embroidered in some small flower de-
sign and bound with whitesilk braid.
After the dainty slippers are stuffed
with cotton to keep their shape and
wrapped in tissue paper they are rolled
in linen cases and thus completely cared
for. >
In the present mode of bair dressing
little or no false bair is worn, except in
cases where a woman likes a little bunch
of curls at the sides. The undulating
style is the thing, and to produce this
the hair is waved all through its thick-
ness, gathered up ai the back loosely
and made to form a soft knot, some-
what in the shape of a figure8. It is
drawn out a little at feach side to cover
the tip of the ears and to produce a wide
outline. The “fringe’’ has been almost
entirely discarded and only a few soft,
loose, rings of hair are allowed to stray
on the forehead. There is a great deal
of comment on the American fashion
of dressing thehair. Foreigners express
some surprise atthe trim, snug way
American women brush their hair back.
It will not: be a great while until curls
will be in fashion again, and some
dressy coiffures have one to three ‘long
loose curls at the back of the neck. A
simple “becoming arrangement is to
part tho hair in the middle, brush it
over the temples, wave it from a point
about— oven with the eyebrows, then
roll it loosely back, twist the hair into
a soft knot, fasten it with jeweled pins
‘and let a single, very thick wavy tress
fall over the shoulders.
Capes lose none of their favor as the
season advanees, in spite of the aggres-
sive sway of smart coats and jackets at
cut-rate prices. Capes are fo very ad-
aptable to all sorts of gowns, and are
the kindest things in. the world to the
big sleeves, whose beauty is entirely
ruined by once crushing into the coat
sleeve. The new plaid velvets are em-
ployed in the making of some of the
smart new capes, and as a result some
strikingly rich garments are turned
out. A charming little affair, scarcely
reaching to the waist and as flaring as
an umbrella, is made of plaid velvet in
small checks, showing, tints of dull old
blue, gold and tobacco brown. It is
softly lined with a tich brocade, having
an old gold ground, and huge nosegays
of faded flowers scattered over it. A
ripple collar of beaver fur is ledged
with a band of black marabout, while
another band encircles the thoat,
giving it a lovely finish.
“Women,” said he, oracularly, to
her, ‘“‘are rarely good listeners.
And the prespective mother-in-law in
the ballway only applied her ear a little
closer to the keyhole and smiled grimly.
A green velvet bolero smartens up an -
its porous pot exposed to the air, will-