Bemoreaic als
Bellefonte, Pa., April 10, 1896.
WHO CARES!
Who cares that your er is heavy:
Who cares that you weep and sigh ;
Who cares that you find life darkened—
That you'd gladly lie down and die ?
Who cares that your tears are falling
Like the chill November rain ;
Wha eares that your heart is aching,
With a dull and ceaseless pain?
Who cares that. your feet are weary,
Walking in poverty's wey :
Who cares that you see no sunshine
In the fair, bright summer's day ?
Who cares that your dreams are shattered ;
Who cares that you know no rest;
Who cares that you're daily nursing
Despair at your very hréust?
No one, for the world is selfish,
It wants not your « and pain,
You may ery your woes from the housetops,
But you'll ery them wil in vain.
But fill your pockets with gold dust,
With i beaming smile advance,
And then you can play your fiddle,
And the whole wide world will dance.
— Katharine Dangerfield. |
fis
a SAM SAMSON.
BY (i. FREDERIC RUSSELL.
Sam Samson wrapped the reins about the
whip, climbed down from the box of his |
hack, and went into the saloon in front of |
which his horse stopped. (There had been
no jerk from the reins.) He pushed
through the abbreviated wicker doors into
the saloon with his hands in his pockets.
The bar-tender was putting a bottle of
whisky before two customers. He nodded
to Samson, and Sam Samson nodded to
him, and, walking to the other end of the
bar, leaned against it. The man behind it
rang up twenty cents on his cash regis- |
ter.
“Same old thing 77 he asked.
+I guess so.”
The bartender fished and
up a tin can
poured out a glass of milk, which he push- |
ed across the bar to Sam Samson.
“Bad day fer drivin’.”
“Oh, I don’t know—little cold fer No-
vember—seen worse.’
Any business t'day 7?"
Hwa.’
“Kinder slow !’
**Un-huh !”’
“Say! let's have thet bottle again.”
This from the other end of the bar.
Left alone, Sam drank the milk, put
down five cents and went into the little
back room. He found three men waiting
for him seated about a stove.
**Hillo, Sam Samson !"”
“Pretty good—little cold fer drivin’.
Ready t’ play »"’
“HGuess-so.”’
A small table that had been standing un-
der the one window which
little brick-paved yard, was brought near
the stove a deck of cards produced, and in
two minutes the four men were over their
eyes in their usual hefore-supper game of
penuchle. The hack driver was the young-
est—ahout 55 vears old—but he did not
look to be so far along, for his gray eyes |
were clear and his short sandy hair had but
a few gray streaks in it. Besides that his
shoulders were well back, and he held his
head up, where it belonged—the habit had
stuck to him ever since the war.
The other men were past three-score and |
had given up being useful, all of them. |
One was the proprietor of thesaloon. Will
Jenks ; one drew a pension for a limp, Col- |
onel Halstead (there was a joke about him |
breaking a leg jumping a hounty ), and the
other was supported by his daughter's hus-
band—his name was *‘Pop’’ Jeffries.
Samson did not drink whisky.
theory of his own about whisky—a sober
man can profit by another's drunkenness.
He bought whisky now and then for others
when he lost a game. but this did not hap-
pen often.
It was never Ram or Samson ; the names
belonged together. It appeared that way
on his business cards, and was especially |
attractive in his advertisement which he
had put into the programmes of second and
third-rate theatres and into country week-
lies:
PEOPLE DETERMINED UPON MAR. |
RIAGE, i
Who envade obnoxious License Laws by | !
crossing the River; on landing, look for |
ISAM SAMSON, owner of the finest hack
team upon the ground. SAM SAMSON is
sure to swish you to a legitimate clergy-
man of your chosen denomination, who
will tie the knot all right. Engagements
per mail promptly called for or met on
time.
SAM SAMSON,
CONNUBIAL SPECIALIST,
THE FERRY.
The wording of this had had been work-
ed out at the penuchle table hy the four
men, but the cut of a Cupid, which headed
it, was the idea of the bartender, who knew
an “‘artist”—he was a man who painted |
of electrotype cuts |
were made from the drawing he evolved |
heer wagons. A lot
and one was sent with every advertise-
ment.
There ave several little places across con-
venient State lines, which, from differences
in the marriage laws, are the stamping |
grounds of eloping couples and other peo- |
ple who are in a hurry to begin married |
been making |
money out of such a combination for about |
six years and since the beginning had been |
His little stamp- |
ing ground was particularly fruitful be- |
bliss. Sam Samson had
growing a bank account.
cause it was just across the river from a
city of considerable size, and there were |
| ye mind thet body which wus picked up in |
many ferry-boats.
At the close of the war he had picked up
a living by driving a hack in the city, and
soon after that married.
his wife had tired of living within the lim-
its of his income thus earned. She borrow-
ed enough money and got him to start a
hoathouse across the river, where he hired
out pleasure skifl. and skifls for other pur-
poses—he did not ask questions. That was
during the years when river pirates thriv- |
ed, when yachts were in danger of losing
their sails, rigging and everything else that |
could he picked up or pried off during a |
He had no trouble carning a fat |
living ip those days, but when the river |
night.
police got started and acquainted with the
pirates trade, the hiring of boats was not so
profitable.
Shortly after the marriage laws on the
city side of the river were revised the bril-
liant thought of being a connubial special-
ist came to him, though then he did not
know that the English language boasted of
such a word as connubial. He was stand-
ing at the ferry one night waiting to take a
hoat for home, when a very young man
overlooked a |
Not |
one of them had eyes worth looking at and |
they had never been able to see why Sam
He had a |
In a short time
who appeared to be in a hurry, asked Sam
Samson where was a minister who would
{ marry them quickly. It was a rainy night
| and the walking was not good. The idea
"of driving a hack again resulted from the
i experience. There was only one other
hack on the ground, and that was usually
some place else. His f.iends laughed at the
' scheme, but he traded a boat for a horse
and bought a hack. His idea then was to
make a speciality of eloping couples, but
he did not use the advertisement till some
| years later.
| having a very young waman with him,
Sam Samson was not his name at that
time—it was Ben Smith—but as there was
a daughter in his family, his wife did not
fancy the idea of having for the girl’s fath-
"er a connubial specialist.
calling which facilitated marriage—declar-
"ed that it was a benefit to the morals of the
public. She agreed with him so far, espec-
ially as she saw that there was a chance of
increasing the funds of the household.
“It’s all right,’ she said, ‘but I’d jes ez
leaf not hev her know nothin’ ’hout et—
jes’ you go on bein’ propri’tor of th’ boat-
house an’ keep th’ other dark.”
“But, I don’t see—"’
“Naw ; ye'er a man—ye can’t see’s I do
—you do ez I say.”
And he did. So it was Ben
boat-house and Sam Samson’s hack.
assistant was employed to look after the
: former. .
The mother died when the girl who had
heen christened Bertha, according to the
Smith’s
rites of the Preshyterian Church, was 14 |
vears old. The hackman took the stroke
| own, but it suited his needs.
| insisted on, and as it took an hour and a
| half to get to his house from this side of
| the river, he had never relished the trip.
cost him to keep up a home and the sur-
' ble marriage. Her new home was in asub-
urh of the city, where he went to church
and took dinner with her on Sundays, and
once in a great while he would take her to
| his boat house with him and get his man to
| row her about. He found not the slightest
'difiiculty in keeping all knowledge of Sam
Samson away from her. He got to like her
"pretty well after he found that she looked
forward to and appreciated his weekly vis-
its, and now and then he would take little |
presents to her.
Many a time he had wished that she
might live with him on the other side,
where they could have a little house all to |
themselves—he did not like living over the |
saloon any more than he liked cating at res-
taurants—for he found that even some of
. his customers looked - down upon him ; so
~ he forced himself to be satisfied to wait till
the time should come when he could leave |
| his business in the hands of other men and
carry it on by proxy.
got the minister's wife to let the daughter
attend to the housekeeping during certain
her expenses.
dred dollars in her name, out of which she
was to buy her dresses and the little odds
and ends she might want. The dot at this
time, when she was 17, amounted to fifteen
hundred dollars, and was kept secret and
| apart.
The thought of dropping the business be-
fore he was too keep a horse from stumb-
ment of the work, even though he had he-
come more cynical than a newspaper man.
There was no doubt about the occupation
being a paying one—ten dollars a day he
had made on occasions before he began to
advertise, and since then he had heen
obliged to hire several other hacks and as-
sistants. He had been advertising for a
year.
for the benefit of his daughter and ‘the
minister's family—it did not pay. One
dollar was his charge to the victims, and
every minister had to contribute a tax—
| les to them in preference to any other min-
ister.
any of them objected they were boycotted
for a while—only a little while. One day
he had drawn a tax from every tier of the
| knot with the same couple—a newspaper |
married |
twenty times for the sake of getting a spec- |
man and his wife, who were
(ial artigle. He learned afterward that the
| two got a divorce a few months later.
At all hours he plied his trade, and with
, all sorts of persons, asking no more ques-
| tions than he did when he had hired out
© his boats to river pirates, It was not his
| concern if he took one woman or
accepted the favors from hoth and said
nothing. He was not paid to guess that a
woman used this method of extorting |
money from the men she caught in her net |
| any more than he was to guess what had
become of the other four girls when a cer-
tain man came to him with the fifth.
| through them Sam Samson had convinced
hiwself of the high moral standing of a
connubial specialist. On the particular
November day mentioned Colonel Halstead
had felt combative—had a twinge from his
game leg. Besides, he had bought the
drinks after the first game. :
“Do ye ever expect t' go t’ Heaven, Sam
Samson ?”’ he opened up with.
“Ef there's a one.”
“Well ye wont’—ye’'r aidin’ an’ abettin’
ime 1? . X
Sam Samson shrugged his shoulders and
smiled and ‘‘melted’’ a hundred aces.
“Oh, it’s so,”’ the Colonel insisted ; ‘‘do
th’ river by one o’ ye'r own boats ?—ye
took him t’ be married t’ thet woman.”
“It’s so—it’s so I” Will Jenks said, ‘‘an’
I mind th’ little girl which was not ez ole
ez fifteen, which is living in a house down |
town, which ain’t where she orter live—
she’s too pretty—handsome.”’
“My trick,’ said Sam Samson, and his
pack was two tens stronger. ‘‘You sold
thet man his rum fore he jumped in. Ah;
I think that gives me an’ ‘Pop’ th’ game.”
He shoved the cards into the middle of the
table and tilted his chair brck. Don’t ye
know thet there’s got t’ be some little
crimes along with all kinds o’ ph’lan-
| thropy ? I do busieess with thousands, I re-
| duce the number o’ illigitimate unions in
| this gection to the minimum ; T'also reduce
| the population of the section—which is too
{ big—by makin’ two, one.”
‘Pop’ Jeffries laughed because he al-
ways laughed at the joke every time Sam
| Samson sent it across the fable, which was
| every time the argument arose. The hack-
man got his speech from one of the minis-
wr
nnn cosas
He had argued |
with her that he saw nothing wrong in a
An |
of fate with a philosophy which never fail- |
ed him—it was a philosophy peculiarly his |
He had lost |
| considerable business by having to be home |
lat 12 o'clock at night, a thing his wife had |
He got the wife of a poor minister to take |
care of his daughter for far less than it had |
plus he put in the bank in her name, to be |
a dot whereby she might make a respecta- |
With this in the dis- |
tance—over the horizon a little way—he |
weeks and he gave her a check book of her |
own and taught her now to keep account of |
He let her have five hun- |
ling had never entered his mind—he felt |
that his existence depended on the excite- |
The boat house was run, as usualy |
every one of them paid him to bring coup- |
Sam Samson was impartial, and if |
one man |
| to the minister's five times in a year—he |
And then they entered the parlor, the wo-
There were often arguments over the |
9 > ti > ing his vocation, and | :
penuclile table regarding hi ation, and | try to ruin my daughter ; dawn you!” He |
spit upon the man’s face and kicked him |
|
| ters. ‘“‘And,’’ said Sam Samson, smiling at |
| the Colonel, “‘I don’t draw a pension for a
{ high jump—how many rails did you say
| was on that bounty fence ?’
| The Colonel again paid for the drinks,
ready.
|
|
and Mrs. Jenks said that supper was:
The beans were too soft that night, and |
| Sam Samson forgot to eat his pan-cakes till |
| they were cold, and when he climbed to
| the box of his hack they weighed on his stom- |
i ach.
| “Go'on,”” hesaid to his horse. “Ef I
! could git any kind on a job what would be
| half th’ fun’s in this.
{ morrer—damned if I wouldn’t! I'd hev
Langdon is Held.
The Experts are all at Sea.—The Analytical Chemist
Not Able to Say Whether Annie McGrath Died of
Prussic Acid, Chloroform or Water Gas.—Accused i
Will Likely be Cleared.
The coroner’s inquest into the death of
Annie J. McGrath has been held and the
case of the girl’s death is but little clearer
than when her body was discovered in the
house at 2926 Girard avenue on March 23rd
last. The chemical expert who made an
analysis of the girl's blood and viscera
could only give it as his opinion that the
I’d shake this to- |
| her run a house fer me, an’ ther’ ain’t an-
other "un on both sides ov th’ river 'u’d dg
| et ez good ez Bertha. Slop beans an lead
cakes, uh! G’ on, ye brute !”’
He drove down to the upper ferry en-
trance, and after exchanging a few words
with the hands by way of letting them
know thot he and his team were on deck if
{ anyone wanted them, got into his hack to
keep warm.
er ferry and the two others were off till 9
o’clock.
at the upper ferry, for there was more
chance for a little fun at that time. Seated
er, he passed away the time by going over
in his mind the humorous experiences he
had had.
{ himself, but that was his own fault for
| choosing the wrong kind of women ; and |
| for the girl ; well she would have gone
| wrong anyway, even if it hadn’ heen his
advertisement that caused her to ceme
across the river with the man—the one who
had brought the five girls in one year.
It was pretty nearly time for him to turn
up again, for it had been six months since
the last marriage, and Sam Samson wished
that he might soon, remembering a certain
| brand of cigars that his customer always
"had in his pockets, and which he always
gave to Sam Samson—a handful of them.
3y the glare of the electric light across
| the street he discovered that
ing a little and the distinet rattling of the
moments told that the temperature was
| falling, and the crowds that came from the
| city hurried past his cab with collars turn-
| ed up and faces sideways and down to keep
| the snow from beating into their cyes.
The night was too disagreeable even for an
eloping couple, according to Sam Samson’s
reasoning, so he allowed himself to doze
off between the coming of the ferryboats.
11 o’clock by a puff of snow-laden air which
carried with it the smoke of a good cigar.
He knew it was the man of the many wives
' before he got his eyes open.
the man at the door of the hack, and hack
of him the mufiled figure of a woman.
“Are you Sam Samson ?’? he asked, and
he winked an eye.
HT guess so—want t' git tied up 2”
“Yes. Havea cigar? Do you know of
a reliable Presbyterian minister 27
Sam Samson took the handful of
| cigars offered to him and stuck them into
his pocket.
of the other door, turning up his big coat
collar to his ears and pulling down his hat
to keep off the snow. He walked around
back of the hack in time to close the door.
All of the professional matrimonial min-
isters of the place live as near the ferries as
possible.
hurry his horse, and the streets were very
large, whether he hurried or not.
The minister had heard the
| up, and had his door open before the cou-
ple had time to alight.
They hurried in quickly, and Sam Sam-
son pulled his hat a little further down
lover his eves. The minister shouted to
him :
“Come inside and wait—too cold out to
| night.”
| this last victim looked like ; so he broke
his customary rule and followed the minis-
tter into the house.
“The bride and groom were taking off
their wraps in the luxurious sitting room
back of the marrying parlor.
“This cold weather is had for our husi-
ness,” the minister suggested.
“Oh, I don’t know ; it'll spruce up pret-
ty much jes’ ’fore Christmas,” said Sam
son, Teaning lazily against the jam of the
parlor’door. “We'll be able to buy ez nice
| presents ez usual, I guess.”
HT guess-so.
ready—won’t keep youlong , I'll show you
i a record-bhreaker to-night.’
| picked up his prayer-book.
called into the back room.
son heard the womans voice :
“Well, if you're sure he’s all right.”
| man, who was very young, looking fright-
ened.
‘Right this way, please,’
said.
But there was no wedding, for Sam Sam-
son took two steps into the room and
3
the minister
—r knocked down the prospective groom—
stretched him out unconscious.
“You blasted blackguard, youll even
| in the ribs.
“Murder ! murder !”” yelled the minis-
ter.
‘Shut yer face, ye fool—he ain’t hurt,”
and he raised a threatening fist over the
{ minister. Then, and not till then, did he
| turn toward his daughter. She was lean-
ing against the wall almost in a faint. He
took her in her arms and kissed her.
| “My God! he nearly got ye!’ and he
| carried her out to his cab.
| The minister called after him : ‘Come
| back here and get that man—you ain’t
| going to leave him on my hands !”’
Sam Samson put his daughter into the
{ cab, jumped to the box and drove like
mad toward the ferry. He drove upon a
boat that was about to leave, but did not
| get down from his seat till he had gotten
| his horse to a little hotel kept by a friend
of his who knew him as Ben Smith. His
daughter clung to his arm crying hysteric-
ally, as he engaged two rooms for them.
‘When he had locked the door he explain-
ed the matter to her. She said the man
had got her $500.
“I don’t care—but, so help me God.
I’11 stop them advertisements and sell my
hacks, so ez to break up that devil’s husi-
ness ; it’s all wrong.”
He kissed the girl again and again. “My
God, ef I had lost ye—"’
And that it the reason another man is
advertising as ‘‘Connubial specialist,” and
is getting rich in Sam Samson’s stead.
——Ex-Governor Flower predicts a Dem-
ocratic victory in New York this fall.
Here's a radiant and blooming Easter
Flower! -
One assistant was at the low-
He always liked the night work |
on the back seat, with his feet on the oth- |
Oh, yes ; the man had drowned |
girl did not die from chloroform or prussic
acid poisoning, but that her blood present-
ed the appearance similar to that of heing
poisoned by water gas. At the conclusion
of the inquest the jury rendered a verdict
that Annie McGrath came to her death
from causes unknown, and recommend that
Langdon be held for further investigation
before the grand jury.
In consequence of the publicity and sen-
sational features of the case only witnesses,
police officials and newspaper reporters
were admitted to the coroner’s office. Harry
H. McGrath, the father of the dead girl,
was the first witness. He testified that his
confidence in his daughter was such that he !
had never had any suspicions of her connec-
tion with Langdon. ho
Mus. Effie Butterfield, Annie's sister, tes-
tified that Annie had told her she was en-
gaged to be married to Langdon. The wit-
ness objected to Langdon on account of the
difference in age between him and her
sister. A week prior to her death Annie
told her sister that she was living with
Langdon at 2926 Girard avenue. The wit-
ness threatened to tell their father and
Annie begged her not to, saying that she
herself would confess to him. Mr. But-
| terdield admitted that both she and her
it was snow-
| chains and the bells of the ferryhoats as
| their sound punetuated the air every few |
He was awakened from his sleep about
Then he saw |
sister had used chloroform on several occa-
sions for toothache, and she told of the pur-
chase of two ounces of the drug by Annie a
few days before her death and of the ques-
tions asked the drug clerk concerning the
effects of poisons.
Frank Brockman, a drug clerk at 2x38
Girard avenue, testified to having sold
Annie five cents worth of chloroform on
March 19, presumably for toothache.
Jertha Stewart, who was employed as a
servant at the house where Langdon and
Annie lived, related the incidents of the
day preceding the girl's death and of how
Langon acted and how she found the body.
The girl’s testimony differed in no respect
from the facts that have already heen pub-
lished.
The detective who arrested Langdon tes-
tified to the facts that have already heen
published in that connection, but brought
to light a new phase of Langdon’s life
when hé stated that he had discovered and
talked with another girl whom Langdon
was about to set up in housekeeping in
New York.
Dr. Henry Leffinan, the analytical chem-
ist, presented his report. Dr. Leffman
found that the girl was normally healthy
and her stomach gave no evidence of any
| poison and that her blood contained no
“Git in,” he said and got out |
It was a drive of about ten min- |
utes, however, for Sam Samson did not |
slippery ; besides his pay would be just as |
chloroform or prussic acid. The blood,
however, was of an unusually bright color,
corresponding in this respect with the ap-
pearance presented by persons poisoned by
water gas. Dr. Leffman stated that he
had heen unable to definitely ascertain the
ause of death ; that it might have been
due to chloroform poisoning, a specitic poi-
son, or the inhalation of water gas, al-
though the quantity of water gas found in
the girl’s blood was smaller than is usually
seen in cases of gas poisoning resulting fa-
tally.
Dr. Mattern, the coroner's physician,
who made the post mortem examination,
| corroborated Dr. Leffiman’s report and add-
hack drive |
ed that the girl had probably been dead
about twenty-four hours when her body was
found.
Langdon was not permitted hy his coun-
sel to take the stand or break the silence
{he has maintained since the girl's
death. The hearing consumed three hours
Ram Samson did not care whether it was |
cold, but he had a curiosity to know what |
and at its conclusion the coroner charged
the jury.
the case ; the efforts to learn of the cause
of death ; their futility, and severely ad-
verted to Langdon’s refusal to go upon the
stand.
The jury, after fifteen minutes’ delibera-
tion, returned their verdict and Langdon |
was taken back to his cell in the city hall.
Langdon’s attorneys this afternoon stated
that they would apply for a writ of habeas
corpus and have Langdon released on bail |
as carly as as possible.
Strongest Light in the World.
| It Will Flash Over the Sea From Barnegat Lighthouse.
I guess they're pretty near | .
The strongest light on any sca coast of
the world will soon be in work. .g order on
The minister went into the parlor and |
“Ready?” he
“Right away,” came the answer, but |
there are some delay, and then Sam Sam-
' Lighthouse.
the Jersey shore. It will have no rival for
power anywhere here or in Europe.
This great electric light will have
000 candle power, and its warning rays will
be sent forth from the top of Barnegate
This huge light was exhibited
at the World's Fair at Chicago, and it was
purchased by the tnited State Government |
to be placed on Fire Island.
This project was, however, abandoned, |
as a lightship has been substituted for the
Fire Island Lighthouse. The Government
| officials then decided to place the new and
powerful light at the next most important
point on the coast, which is Barnegat.
The present light at Barnegat is 165 feet
above the level of the sea, and it can be
seen under ordinary circumstances, 19 nau-
tical miles. The new light is so powerful
that it will not only be seen a great deal
further than the old one, but it will pene-
trate haze and fogs which often make the
present light invisible.
All old sea captains know the Barnegat
light as showing a white flash every ten
seconds, and the new one will have the
same characteristics. Many important ad-
ditions have been made to the Barnegat
-lighthouse to prepare it for the new light-
house to prepare it for the new light, and
it is now one of the best equipped, struc-
tures of the kind in the world.—New York
World.
The Silver Question in a Nut Shell.
Let everyone, but especially those who
are not inconveniently burdened with
wealth, read these words from the New
York Sun. The situation could not be
more patly or correctly described. Coming
from a paper which has at times been sus-
pected of fiat money loanings, the state-
ment has double force.
‘An esteemed correspondent asks us to
describe the probable effects of the free and
unlimited coinage of silver, at the ratio of
16 to 1, if that measure should he adop-
ted by the United States. We are
also asked to give details as to who
would be benefited by it and who would
suffer, and all the rest. We are sorry that
neither our time nor our imagination will
suffice for the task. All we can say is that
in the event mentioned, the dollar would
become in purchasing power the equiva-
lent of the present half dollar or therea-
bouts ; and the consequences every one can
work out for himself.”’
ITe dwelt upon the mystery of |
00,- | : :
1] movement has lately won a signal victory |
A Living Jekyll and Hyde.
i London Girl Whose Mental Faculties Puzzle the Doc- |
| tors.
At last week's meeting of the Clinical |
(society a distinguished suburban practi- |
| tioner, whose name is withheld in order
bitable form the condition known as “dual
| existence,” or ‘‘double
| says the London Medical Press
Last year, after a severe illness which
| was diagnosed to be meningitis, she became |
| not to afford any clue to the identity of the |
patient, showed a girl. 12 years of age, who
| exhibited in the most complete and indu- |
consciousness,” |
|
| subject to temporary attacks of unconscious- |
| ness, on awakening from . which she ap-
peared in an entirely different character.
{ In her normal condition she could read and |
| write and speak fluently with comparative
i correctness. In the altered mental condi-
tion following the attack she losses all
memory of ordinary events, though she can |
-recall things that have taken place during
previous attacks.
| tercation of memory that at first she was
{unable to remember even her own name,
jor to identify herself or her parents.
[ patient training in the abnormal condition
she has been enabled to give things their
names, though she still preserves a hahy
| fashion of pronouncing.
| ap
condition for days together, and the change
to her real self takes place suddenly, with-
out exciting surprise or dismay, and she
| forthwith resumes possession of her memory
| for events of her ordinary life to the exclu-
‘sion of those which have transpired during
her abnormal state. During the last month
or so she appears to have entered on a new
phase, for after a mental blank of a fort-
So complete is this al- |
i color.
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
The late and right belt for the coming
season in connection with women’s shirt
waists is of narrow width in tan. black and
white leather.
Low, circular dishes for the center of the
table to hold the low pot of ferns are charm-
ingly pretty in the new delicate Dresden
china patterns. Some sell as low as $1.75,
and all are provided with removable tin
linings. It is quite the thing on fashiona-
ble tables in place of the silver fern recep-
tacles to have several in china en suite with -
the various sets of dishes.
Many of the new skirts have the seams
cut to admit a narrow panel of contrasting
The panel is a mere line at the top,
and not more than three inches wide at the
foot of the skirt.
New tailor-made gowns have the seams
strapped with leather. The effect is not
| particularly lovely, but the severity of the
By |
She sometimes remains in the abnormal |
| night's duration she awakened completely |
oblivious of all that had happened since
June, 1895, and she alludes to events that |
took place just anterior to that date as
though they were of quite recent oceur-
rence ; in fact, she is living mentally in
July, 1895.
These cases, though rave, are of course
not infrequently met with, and they have
been carefully studied, especially in France
where women appear more prone to neu-
rotic manifestations. The hypothesis that
finds most favor is that the two halves of
the brain do not work in unison ; in other
words that there has been some
ence with the connections which in the or-
interfer- |
dinary normal being make of a wonderful |
composite organ like the brain one organic
whole. Sometimes one part of the brain,
and sometimes the other, takes possession
of the field of physical activity, and as each
part works to the exclusion of the other we
feet the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde trans-
formation.
The
The McKinley hoodle canvas for the
presidential nomination is strong confirma-
Great Auction.
tion of the essential charges made in Am- |
bassador Bayard’s address, that protection
operated as a corrupting force, put great
offices up at public auction, and reduced
[politics and legislation to a scientific game
of grab. A prominent McKinleyite at
| Washington, hoasting of the certainty of
McKinley's nomination, says the secret
work to that end on an organized plan was
ccommenced two years ago... The annexed
revelations hy a Pittshurg Republican pa- |
per should also be considered in connec-
tion with the truthfulness of the Bayard |
address. He was censured for telling the
truth that some Republicans deplore and |
others make a boast of. Here is the proof
of Mr. Bayard’s contention as set forth by
the Pittsburg organ :
From the time McKinley left congress up
to date, 1,500,000 have heen, expended up-
on his political fortunes with an eye single
| to the white house goal. There
style commends it to some
damsels.
tailor-made
The up-to-date girl no longer complains.
of lack of pockets ;: in her dress skirt, con-
cealed by neatly stitched flaps, she has two
or three convenient receptacles; on the
outside of her jacket she boasts of three
more, while no self-respecting tailor
would consider a coat complete without
two small ones in the inside, and there is
sure tg be another tiny one on the waist-
coat as well.
Black and white is a combination
sumed quite as much hy the bud as the
matron, and with equally good effect.
Modistes tell us we are to gown ourselves in
white this coming summer. Now, if this
prove true, how intensely ugly some of us
are hound to look, for not all women were
born with complexions fit for a white gown.
It needs a lily white skin and a bit of rose
color to set off a white gown, but if it has
black to relieve it. that is quite a different
thing. -
A charming gown of the crispiest of
white alpaca is made wonderfully hecom-
ing and chic by its accessories of black
mousseline de soie. The skirt is enormous-
ly wide and perfectly plain, if such fluting
fluttering width can be called plain. It is
stiffened to the knees with white haircloth
and faced with velveteen at the foot.
The jacket bodice is made to fit snugly
at the waist and to set out in 2 lot of pert
ripples to the hips, showing the lining of
white taffeta. There are rippled revers
flaring over the shoulders and down the
front, covered with accordion plaited mous-
seline de soie set on over a lining of black
silk.
A soft vest of black mousseline de soie
comes to the waist and is completed hy a
huge buckle of cut jet. There isa high
stock folded thickly of the black and a
full ripple of it at the top to flare out about
the face. The sleeves droop to the elbow,
and are finished by a flaring cuff at the
wrist, covered with the mousseline de soie.
Don’t set 2 broom down when through
with it. Burn a hole in the handle and
and hang it up.
Don’t let it get dirty. Cleanse often hy
putting in a pail of lukewarm soapsuds, or
hold under a faucet.
Don’t use a broom straw to test a cake.
It is not neat and is very dangerous, as
Aas-
‘many brooms are soaked in an arsenic so-
"lution to give them their green color.
Don’t sweep with your back. Use your
“arms and the broom, with not too long a
has been
for more than a year a McKinley agent in |
every county in the United States.
completeness of the machine has never heen
excelled.
The !
Thousands of dollars have been spent hy
the McKinley agents in subsidizing negro |
papers through the south.
Perhaps the most serious agency entered
| in McKinley's behalf is the A. P. A. This
| mysterious and formidable organization
has been wheeled into line.
It is not set down, but is nevertheless a
| fact, that the bulk of the contributions
come from manufacturers who expect tariff
favors. Mark Hanna's campaign fund is
stroke.
Don’t put salt on the floor when about
to sweep. Dampen a newspaper, tear in
pieces and throw on the carpet.
Buttons are a summer craze.
eo
The woman who has the true spirit of
cconomy should always have the hems of
| her gowns in excellent order ; first, because
it is lady-like, and because it will wear
better and bear strict attention while it is
worn. The shoes and hoots should be al-
ways blacked or polished with buttons in
place. Gloves should he mended and
cleaned and bonnets kept free from dust
fand put in a safe place when not in use.
| stated at over $1,000,000, and every cent of |
ina revived MeKinleyism.
history of the country was the presidency
so plainly put up at auction. The A. P.
it came from people who will be remembered |
Never in the |
A. has been bought up, bag and baggage, |
by financial favors skillfully distributed |
among its leaders.—Pittsburg Post.
Rockefellers Reform is Abowni Like |
Quay’s.
It is interesting
in North Tarrytown, New York, a suburban
residence village of some of the million-
aires.
government, because it bore the name and
John D. Rockefeller.
ernment in that particular village was
| special and peculiar. We are not aware
| that he has contributed to reform move-
Mr. Rockefeller’s interest in good gov- |
{
It must be a signal victory for good |
was hacked by the influence and checks of |
| and say nothing.
| ments in States where he has had legisla- |
| tive dealings. But his attention was drawn
| to the need of reform in North Tarrytown |
{by the fact that one of the village streets
an through his estate. He wished it closed,
and of the expense of. $6,000 ie magnani-
mously offered to bear half. When this
offer was declined he aroused himself to the
need of reform.
When the village election took place this
ment ticket in the field.
to be announced that if this ticket was
elected he would spend $75,000 to $100,-
000 in improving the roads.
ranged with the reform club that any
elector desiring a job could be sent with a
note to the foreman of the Rockefeller es-
tate and get work at the full per diem rate.
So reform triumphed.
This is another illustration of the
! dance of reformers of various grades.
D. Rockefeller as a village reformer is al-
most unique and rare as some of the speci-
mens lately discovered in this section.
Her Expectations.
Among the sinnelGtrecent revival in
the South was an old colored auntie who
had been an inveterate smoker for many
years. ‘My sister,”’ said the evangelist,
“do you not know that you are endanger-
can’ enter
Nothing unclean
heaven.”’
They Begin Young
First Lady—My baby commenced to talk
when only ten months old.
Second Lady—That’s nothing ; my baby
talked when only three months old.
a girl, and that makes a difference.
week Mr. Rockefeller had a good govern- |
He permitted it |
He also ar- |
|
|
|
abun- | |
John | With a vengeance.
! here.
'rankly and frankly green,
She had a merry eve, a lineless forehead
and a wicked red mouth, though her hair
was touched with silver.
Asked her secret of youth, she thought a
minute, then said smiling happily ; “If 1
have one it is that I never argue. Never,
under any provocatici.” You see, I don’t
hold any belief myself in a way that needs
confirmation, and I found out a long time
ago that in argument yourself was the only
{ person you could ever succeed in convine-
that a good government |
ing of the rightness of your view.
Then there is the further fact that the
points most usually argued are those the
arguers know nothing whatever about.
That, you can’t deny, is wearing—hearing
people dogmatize over things whereof their
ignorance could he cut with a knife. Nor
do I ever exert myself to set them right.
Like Rachel of old, I ‘sit upon the secret’
I have my reward, too—
the people whose pet delusions I respect,
go about telling everybody that I am one
of the best-informed women they know.”
-
Horticultural College, in Swanley, Eng-
iand, shows that its women graduates suc-
ceed. Out of twenty who have taken the
course, eight are growing fruits and vege-
tables for the market ; two are managing
gardeners of estates ; one is manager of a
bulb-growing nursery, while the other nine
are using their knowledge at home.
These short-skirted basques, by the way,
have lost little of their popularity. Proba-
bly at least a third on the street gowns and
one-sixth of the evening frocks are made
with them, and they influence to their own
jaunty shape a respectable portion of the
street jackets.
Its the wearing o’ the green this spring
Never before has the
chosen shade of Erin been so ubiquitous
It flavors everything. All the new-
est headgear is veritably steeped in ver-
dancy. Most of the smartest gowns are
while every
gown with any pretensions whatsoever to
| smartness is sure to have some hint or
ing your soul’s-salvation by smoking?
heaven.” |
“Huh,” replied the old woman ; “I specs |
to leave my bref behind when I goes to
touch of green about it. Just a dash or a
it at the throat, waist or
dot SomcAI
| wrist, and of silk, velvet, kid or other ma-
terial.
Shepherd’s-check fabries in silk appear
not only in black and white, cream and
brown, blue and gray, etc., but in every
variety of color, on light hued-grounds.
' Over then, to impart additional attractive-
{
|
{
ness, is often thrown a shot weave of anoth-
er color entirely, making three distinct
tints in one material. A cream gnd mauve
check shot faintly with pale gold forms a
pretty Spring gown trimmed with ecru
First Lady—Oh, of course ; your baby’s | guipure lace, with stock colar of violet vel-
vet overlaid with ecru insertion en applique.
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