WISHING AND WORKING.
The boy who's always wishing
That this or that might be,
But never tries his mettle,
Is the boy that's bound to see
ITis plans all come to failure ;
His hopes end in defeat ;
For that’s what comes when wishing
And working fail to meet.
The boy who wishes this thing
Or that thing with a will
That spurs him on to action,
And keeps him trying still
When effort meets with failurd.
Will rome day surely win ;
For he works out what he wishes,
And that’s where “luck” comes in!
The “lack” that I believe in
Is that which comes with work,
And no one ever finds it
Who's content to wish and shirk.
The men the world calls ‘lucky’ _
Will tell you, every one,
That success comes not by wishing ;
But by hard work, bravely done.”
—Eben E. Rexford.
A MOONSHINE RAID.
BY ROYAL DANIEL.
Weary and travel-stained, aching in every
joint and footsore from the long day’s
tramp, a party of five men sat down upon
a huge log beside the narrow mountain
road to rest.
We had walked all day. From early
dawn we had tramped over the mountains
and explored the darksome dells and
glades. And now, as we watched the sun
sink below the line of hills, we drew a
sigh of relief and shifted our position on
the log. We were covered with dust, and
the Janguid expression on each face told
the story of a hard day’s work. Not a
word was spoken, and the deep silence only
expressed the disappointment that each one
felt.
The party was composed of five men—
four revenue officers and myself. Informa-
tion had been received the day before that
in a certain locality in the upper corner of
Cherokee county an illicit distillery was in
operation.
Following the reading of the letter came
orders to make preparations for the raid
and four brave men were assigned to the
work.
Just as the gray dawn was streaking
from the east, our party alichted from the
train at a small way station, and as the
tail lights of the receding train faded from
view around the curve, we found that we
were alone. It was not yet day and the
village was sleeping. No signs of life were
visible and the gloomy little station seem-
cd to be unconscious of the fact that we
had arrived. We had expected to be met
by the informer, who was to act as guide
and pilot us to the still. We waited a few
minutes, and as he failed to appear it was
suggested that we proceed, as our direc-
tions were too plainly given for us to miss
the way.
In the uncertain light at early dawn we
began our journey, and soon the slumber-
ing village was left behind. The morning
air was crisp and exhilarating and as we
passed the farm houses, the cocks, just
waking from their night’s repose, crew
lustily as they watched the faint streak of
gold in the east. The still was supposed
to be located about six miles from the sta-
tion, and as we had already covered two
miles we slackened our pace and leisurely
climbed the steep hills. Now and then a
noisy little brook would ripple across the
road, and then the long ascent would reach
out hefore us seemingly a mile away.
As the country people awoke and signs
of life became apparent, we were careful to
avoid passing the houses, as our appearance
would excite suspicion and possibly, divin-
ing our purpose; the friends of the moon-
shiners would give the alarm. We turned
from the road and sought shelter in the
dense woods that skirted the highway.
We passed steadily on and long before the
sun reached the zenith the forks of the
road and the tall pine shattered by the
lightning’s bolt told us that we must leave
the mountain road and follow the ravine.
“Follow the branch up the hollow,’’ read
the letter.
Deep down in the ravine below murmur-
ed the mountain stream, and its plaintive
gurgle could be heard above the sighing
of the trees. The brook lay like a silver
thread, bouncing and dancing as it leaped
in cascades from rock to rock and then
spread over its pebbly bottom like a bridal
veil. As we descended to the water’s edge,
the morning scene in the dense glade was
one of beauty and grandeur. The moun-
tains rose on either side and faced each
other like gladiators eager for the conflict.
Their rugged sides were as the faces of bat-
tle-scarred veterans.
from one of grandeur to solemnity. This
was my first trip upon a raid and the char-
acter of our business and the rugged scen-
ery filled me with awe. I felt as if I were
trespassing, and if the worst should come a
rifle ball from the moonshiner might be the
penalty of my invasion.
We were in the home of the wild moun-
taineer. Rugged though his domain, his
character is in keeping with his surround-
ings. Heis, like the sturdy oak, bent and
shorn by many a storm, and is never con-
quered and bids eternal defiance to his foe.
As we followed the winding stream, and
carefully picked our way over crag and
stone, the very murmur of the water seem-
ed to warn us not to proceed. One of the
men waved his hand for silence, and we
quickly executed his order. We had reach-
ed the end of the ravine and all thought
that thestill was near at hand. The silence
was fearful. Not a dry twig was snapped,
not a stone was tumbled down the moun-
tain side—it was the silence of death.
Carefully and gently the intervening foli-
age was parted with our hands. We gazed
into the interior of the swamp. A look of
disappointment settled over the faces of
the party. The still was not there. Our
instructions bad; been followed, but the
game had not been located. {
Up the steep mountain side we climbed
our way and when the road was reached
we sat down upon the log to rest. We
were exhausted from the day’s search and
the cool breeze was refreshing and pleasant.
As we rested we watched the sun sink out
of sight, and the fading reflection was met
by the shadows of the gathering twilight.
The twilight rapidly grew into night and
_ the mountains faded from view until the
whole landscape was shut out by the veil
of darkness. .
We were in a dilenma. Night had over-
taken us and possibly a host of moonshin-
ers, having seen us during the afternoon,
were even then marshaling their forces for
an attack.
Time was slipping past. Action was
necessary and delay meant increased dan-
ger. The situation was discussed.
The scene passed’
Across the valley a familiar sound was
wafted on the evening air., Instantly we
were upon our feet and listening for a repe-
tition of the sound. In a moment again it
came, and this time more distinct and cer-
tain. The officers exchanged significant
glances. Again and again sounded the ax
as each blow was given by the woodsman.
Downein the rggine we saw a little blaze
and presently the dim outline of smoke
curled up through the trees. We knew
the meaning, and the sounds of the ax were
as significant to the officers as the click of
the instrument is to the telegraph operator.
In alow conversation the raid was planned,
and like stealthy redskins we crept down
the mountain. A faint light was cast in
front of us and presently the hum of voices
reached our cars. We were eager with ex-
citement and our whole beings thrilled
with expectancy. I remembered that we
were in a dangerous locality and I fancied
that the hum of bullets would soon break
the monotony. I shuddered, and a cold,
chilly sensation crept over me.
The fire increased and the men went
about their work. They were unsuspect-
ing and laughed loudly at a joke that was
being told. I watched the jolly crowd in-
tently. Suddenly a man leaped from the
opposite side and with drawn revolver that
gleamed murderously under the glow of
the fire, demanded that hands go up. My
heart leaped to my mouth, but to my dis-
appointment no resistance was made. Nev-
er have I seen such a surprised expression
on the face of a human being. Consterna-
tion was written in every line. The echo
of their merry laughter had hardly ceased
before a low cry of astonishment escaped
from the mountaineer’s white lips, He
was helpless and in despair.
The scene was one of wildness, and the
glare of the fire threw grim, long shadows
from out the group. On the mountain
sides the shadows looked like hob-goblins
and giants.
“Where is your ax ?’’ asked an officer of
the captain. Not a word was spoken in re-
ply. The question was repeated, but evok-
ed no answer. The captain was resolute.
He knew only too well for what purpose
the ax was wanted. Not only his liberty,
but his property was to be destroyed, and
he was determined that he would not lend
a helping hand by giving the desired infor-
mation.
The officers searched the place for the ax,
and when it was found the work of de-
stroying the still was quickly done.
The sharp blade descended into the
worm and in a few moments the distillery
lay in a heap of ruins. Standing close at
hand wes a large vat, in which many gal-
lons of whisky was stored. As the officers
approached the vat I saw a look of anger
plainly outlined upon the moonshiners’
faces. They had watched the progress of
destruction with almost a look of resigna-
tion, but when the valuable liquid that
represented many days of toil and a year’s
crop was about to be destroyed their old
accustomed spirit was awakened in their
breasts and their cyes gleamed murderous-
With a mighty stroke the ax descended
upon the vat, and when the keen blade
was withdrawn the mountain whisky gur-
gled out. A match was struck to the heap
and like a flash the flames shot up through
the funnel-shaped vat. The whisky had
saturated the wood and burned like wild
fire. It was a bonfire on a gorecous scale
and high toward the heavens the flames
leaped. The mountain sides, covered with
ferns and honeysuckle, looked like a vast
panorama of some ancient ruin. The birds
were awakened from their sleep and darted
toward the roaring flames only to ‘be con-
sumed. Others, thoroughly alarmed, twit-
tered noisily in the trees. The fire increas-
ed in fury and was fanned by its own arti-
ficial breeze. I watched it with a feeling
almost akin to remorse. The flames de-
voured the property of a man who was true
to his convictions. While he was a crim-
inal in the eyes of the law, he certainly
was not such at heart. He planted his
corn and plowed his field, as any honest
man would. When the time of "harvest
drew nigh he gathered in his crop. He
was far from market and he made it into
whisky. He saw no crime in that, and
suffered no conscience sting for what he
did. I pitied him. His eyes were upon
the ground, I did not know what his
thoughts were. His expression was one of
utter hopelessness. He was a prisoner and
in a few hours the bars of the Atlanta jail
would deprive him of his home and liberty.
Standing in the door of her mountain
home, a woman steadfastly scanned the ra-
vine. Her eyes sparkled with merriment
and she laughingly toyed the plump little
hand of her child, which was held tightly
to her bosom. The night wind fanned her
brow and her wavy brown hair played hide
and seek with the breeze. She kissed the
fair charge that lay laughingly on her ‘bos-
om and turned to close the door for the
night. Upon the floor she saw a ray of
yellow light that streaked through the open
shutters. The little child laughed at the
queer antics of the stream of light as it
hung suspended by a golden thread.
The mother’s trained eye watched the
reflection that threw a faint light in the
cabin. With a throbbing heart she step-
ped to the window. Her suspicions were
correct—the light came from the ravine be-
low. What could it mean? And then
like a flash the truth dawned upon her.
The still was being destroyed, and she dis-
tinctly heard now the stroke of the ax as
the vat was cut to pieces.
Like a tigress she leaped to the door and
through the dark of the night ; the bright
yellow glare ascended from the depths be-
low. With one bound she reached for the
rifle, and resting upon the casing of the
door, she pulled the trigger. A deafening
report rang out across the mountains and
reverberated through the hollows. She
paused. Far away came back the answer
to her signal, and another, and still an-
other, until the hillsides multiplied the
echoes, when it sounded as if a legion of
guns were firing. The signal of death was
sounding until the twinkling of stars seem-
ed to join in the general fusilade. The
mountaineers were awake. But we were
rapidly nearing the station. We had heard
the first shot and -at once’ made a hasty
flight with our prisoners, knowing full well
what the alarm woould result in. It
meant death, and leaving the still in the
power of the flame, we made a rapid jour-
ney to the station. Far to our rear we
heard the signal answered and then the
general alarm sounded out upon the still
night. We hurried on and reached the
station just as the midnight train came by.
With the three prisoners—we hurried on
hoard.
As I left the train I extended the moon-
shiners iy hand and wished them a speedy
trial and a short sentence. They faintly
smiled but said nothing. As I passed out
of the door the owner of the still looked
wistfully out of the car window. His eyes
were wet with tears, and his throbbing
heart—it was in the mountain cabin of
Cherokee county.—Atlanta Constitution.
—
ta
——Now let the good times promised by
the Republicans begin.
BRYAN’'S CALL TO SILVER MEN.
Leader of the Cause of Bimetallism Urges Friends of the
Double Standard to Renew Their Allegiance to
the People’s Principle.
LINCOLN, Neb., Nov. 6.
“To the Bimetallists of the United States :
‘‘Conscious that millions of loyal hearts are saddened by temporary defeat, I
beg to offer a word of hope and encouragement.
No cause ever had supporters
more brave, earnest and devoted than those who have espoused the cause of bi-
metallism.
which conviction inspires.
Having done their duty as they saw it, they have nothing to regret.
They have fought from conviction, an§l have fought with all the zeal
Events will prove whether they are right or wrong.
The Repub-
lican candidate has been heralded as the advance agent of prosperity. If his
policies bring real prosperity to the American people, those who opposed him will
share in that prosperity.
If, on the other hand, his policies prove an injury to the
people generally, those of his supporters who do not belong to the officeholding
classes, or to the privileged classes, will suffer in common with those who opposed
him. The friends of bimetallism have not been vanquished ; they simply have
been overcome. They believe that the gold standard is a conspiracy of the mon-
ey changers against the welfare of the human race, and until convinced of their
error they will continue the warfare against it.
‘“The contest has been waged this year under great embarrassments and against
great odds.
For the first time during this generation public attention has been
centered upon the money question as the paramount issue, and this has been done
in spite of all attempts upon the part of our opponents to prevent it.
The Re-
publican convention held out the delusive hope of international bimetallism,
while Republican leaders labored secretly for gold monometallism.
Gold stand-
ard Democrats have publicly advocated the election of the Indianapolis ticket,
while they labored secretly for the election of the Republican ticket.
The trusts
and corporations have tried to excite a fear of lawlessness, while they have been
defying the law, aud American financiers have boasted that they were the custo-
dians of national honor, while they were secretly bartering away the nation’s fi-
nancial independence.
BIMETALLISM ALMOST TRIUMPHED.
*‘But in spite of the efforts of the administration and its supporters ; in spite of
the threats of money loaners at home and abroad ; in spite of the coercion prac-
ticed by corporations and employers ; in spite of trusts and syndicates ; in spite
of an enormous Republican campaign fund, and in spite of theginfluence of a
hostile daily press, bimetallism has almost triumphed in its first great fight. The
loss of afew states, and that, too, by a very small plurality, has defeated bi-
metallism for the present, hut bimetallism emerges from the contest stronger than
it was four months ago.
“I desire to commend the work of the three national committees which have
joined in the management of this campaign. Co-operation between the members
of distinet political organizations is always difficult, but it has been less so this
year than usual.
friction to a minimum.
Interest in a common cause of great importance has reduced
I hereby express my personal gratitude to the indi-
vidual members as well as the executive officers of the national committee of the
Democratic, Populist and Silver parties for their efficient, untiring and unselfish
labors. They have laid the foundation for future success and will be remembered
as pioneers when victory is at last secured.
‘No personal or political friend need’ grieve because of my defeat. My ambi-
tion has been to secure immediate legislation rather than to enjoy the honors of
office.
Therefore, defeat brings to me no feeling of personal loss.
Speaking for
the wife who has shared my labors as well as for myself, I desire to say that we
have been amply repaid for all that we have done.
“In the love of millions of our fellow-citizens, so kindly expressed, in knowl-
edge gained by personal contact with the people and in broadened sympathies,
we find full compensation for whatever efforts we have put forth. Our hearts
have been touched by the devotion of friends, and our lives shall prove our ap-
preciation of the affection which ‘we prize as the richest reward which this cam-
paign has brought.
ROLL CALL OF ALLEGIANCE.
“In the face of an enemy rejoicing in its victory let the roll be called for the
engagement and urge all friends of bimetallism to renew their allegiance to the
cause.
If we are right, as I believe we are, we shall yet triumph.
Until con-
vinced of his error, let each advocate of bimetallism continue the work. Let all
silver clubs retain their organization, hold regular meetings and circulate lit-
erature.
“Our opponents have succeeded in this campaign and must now put their
theories to the test. Instead of talking mysteriously about ‘sound money’ and
‘an holst dollar’ they must now elaborate and defend -a financial system. Every
step taken by them should be publicly considered by the silver clubs. Our cause
has prospered most where the money question has been longest discussed among
the people.
During the next four years it will be studied all over this nation -
even more than it has been studied in the past.
“‘The year 1900 is not far away. Before that year arrives ‘international bi-
metallism’ will cease to deceive ; before that year arrives those who have called
themselves gold standard Democrats will become bimetallists and be with us or
they will become Republicans, and thus open enemies ; before that year arrives
trusts will have convinced still more people that a trust is a menace to private
welfare and to public safety ; before that year arrives the evil of a gold standard
will be even more evident than now, and the people will then be ready to demand
an American financial policy for the American people, and will join with us in
the immediate restoration of the freeand unlimited coinage of gold and silver at
the present legal ratio of 16 to 1, without waiting for the aid or consent of any
other nation.
W. J. BRYAN.”
Rattlesnakes.
Like Fish, Their Size Is Easily Exaggerated.
How large the diamond or Southern
woodland rattler grows is an unsettled
question, for snakes, like fish, are apt to | the Soudan, says 7id Bits.
grow in telling about them. A few
as a water pail and having 75 rattles.
finally killed it with their long keen
Whistling recs.
Vegetable Growths Which Produce Musical Sounds.
|
|
The musical or whistling tree is found
in the West India islands, in Nubia and
It has a pecu-
years liarshaped leaf, and pod witha split or
ago a few cowboys, in the extreme south-
ern part of thestate, reported a terrific com- i these sends
bat with one 18 feet long, as large around ' the tree its
open edge. The wind passing through
out the sound which gives
peculiar name. In Barbadoes
They | there is a vallay filled with these trees,
cattle ' and when the trade winds blow across the
whips, with which an expert can cut plugs : islands a constant moaning, deep toned
of hide from the toughest old bull at every , whistle is heard from it, which in the still
stroke ; but one of them was 80 overcome by { hours of the night has a very weird and
the sickly fetid oder exhaled by the mo:
ster that he fainted and fell senselesd.
- , unpleasant effect.
A species of acacia,
which grows very abundantly in the Sou-
Well-informed people consider this a' dan, isalso called the whistling tree by
rather tall snake story, but seemingly well- | the natives.
Its shoots are frequently, by
authenticated accounts tell of matters 7} | the agency of the larve of insects, dis-
feet long and 5 inches in diameter, and of | torted inshape, and swollen into a globu-
course thereis no telling how much this | lar bladder from one to two inches in di-
length and size might increase if not cut: ameter.
After the insect has emerged
short by death. The writer has seen a | from a circular hole in the side of this
number of specimens between 6 and 7 feet
long and 3 to 4 inches in diameter, with
fangs an inch to an inch and a half long.
These are big enough for all practical pur-
poses. A man who is struck by one has a
close call in any event, and if a vein or an
artery is punctured death is certain and
quick.
While these monsters are not numerous,
or nearly as numerous as the character of
the country would lead one to expect, still
they may be encountered in the hammocks,
scrubs, or palmetto woods, and it behooves
the hunter to be always wary and
watchful.
——Sergeant : “Why didn’t you stop
when the officer called to you?"
Pushmore: ‘‘’Cause if I did my elec-
tric lamp, which is run by friction from
my wheel, would have gone out, and then
he’d have pulled me in for having no light
on my machine.”
swelling, the opening, played upon by the
wind, becomes a musical instrument, equal
in sound to a sweet toned flute.
Daniel Webster and His Butcher:
Daniel Webster was once sued by his
butcher, and the man did not call upon
him afterward to trade with him. Webster
met him in the course of a few days and
asked him why he didn’t call. ‘‘Because,’’
said the man, ‘‘I supposed that you would
be offended and wouldn’t trade with me
any more.”” To which Webster .replied :
“Oh, sue me as many times as you like,
but for heaven’s sake don’t starve me to
death.”’—Argonaut.
——A serpent in confinement has heen
known to refuse food fora period of 21
months. A viper will live ten months
without food and a bear 6 months, while
even a horse will live 25 days without
solid food, merely drinking water.
Z
SRG
EERO TIES TINY
| A Neglected African Island.
i
{Napoleon effectually prevented St. Hele-
| na from ever sinking into obscurity. Nev-
| ertheless, for some years past the island has
been getting deeper and deeper into “finan-
| cial straights, while the population has
| been steadily diminishing. St. Helena is
| only some 1,600 miles distant from Cape-
fown, and yet the island is comparatively
= : |
i unknown to South African colonists, as the
i outward and homeward Steamers’ to and
| from Capetown only call there once in three
| weeks and make a very brief stoppage.
i And yet this historic island is well worthy
i of a visit, not only from its associations
with the great Corsican, but also because
| it possesses, probably, the finest climate in
{ the world. A constant southeasterly trade
wind, staight from the pole, blows over the
island, and sweeps away those germs of
disease which lie latent in less favored
| spots. As a consequence, the longevity of
| the inhabitants is probably much _zreater
{ than in any other portion of the globe. In
‘spite of all this, and proximity of the
| island to the Cape, hardly a solitary Afri-
| cander finds his way there from one year’s
I'end to the other.
{So much in reference to St. Helena as a
| health resort. Now let me briefly refer to
| a matter that is of more vital importance.
| The strategical advantages of the island
{ have been fully recognized by hoth naval
{ and military experts, and the Royal Com-
! mission which was presided over by the
late Lord Carnarvon recommended that it
i should be strongly fortified and constituted
an important naval and coaling station for
: the vessels of the squadron within the Cape
| command. These recommendations have,
| however, not been carried into effect. Cer-
| tainly something was done to improve the
| fortifications ten or twelve years ago, b
| the guns are now of an obsolete type, anf
the diminutive garrison maintained in tie
| island is utterly inadequate to defend it.
| Moreover, though St. Helena is supposed
| to be a naval coaling station, the Admiral-
ty maintain no coal,supply there, the coal
! for the ships on the Cape and west coast of
Africa stations being kept at Ascension,
| which does not possess even a solitary gun,
{but is a cinder heap upon which many
| thousands are annually wasted.
| The defenseless condition of St. Helena is
| a matter that intimately concerns the South
+ African colonies, and should engage their
{ attention The island is utterly unable to
“help itself. The opening of the Suez Canal
| ruined its prosperity ; and ever since it has
| been drifting nearer and nearer to bank-
‘ruptey. The greater portion of its adult
- male population has migrated to the Cape,
and the whole revenue of the island is now
| only some £6,000. There are only half a
{ dozen officials, and the governor fills innu-
| merable other offices, including that of
{ chief (and only) justice. It is deplorable
that Great Britain should allow one of its
| possessions to sink into such a condition of
| decrepitude, and éspecially an island
{ which, lying in the direct route of the Cape,
| must ever be of considerable importance. —
* African Critic.
Giraffes Arc Very Rare.
|
i
|
There are only two giraffes in the United
| States and one in England, and on the con-
tinent of Europe the dearth is as remarka-
ble. In the wild beast market there are
none to be had, and collectors are compell-
ed to send agents into the interior of Africa
to secure them.
{ The giraffe is fast disappearing before
| the encroachments of man, and long defore
{ the great central plateau of Africa, which is
its habitat, has been opened up to civiliza-
tion, it like the great auk, have been com-
i pletely wiped out.
. Formerly giraffes were exported from
| North Africa by way of the Red Sea, but
since the introduction of firearms and their
general use by the Bedounins and Soudan-
esein hunting, these timid animals have
been driven far to the South of the Soudan.
So the only gateway that is practicable to
bring them out of Africa now lies through
Cape Town, and for the last half dozen
years even that presents almost insuperable
difficulties. On account of the constant
wars between the natives and the Boers
and English.
At the beginning of the present century
giraffes ranged as far south as the banks of
the Orange River, but they are not to be
found now below the North Kalahari coun-
ty.
There has never beena very large num-
ber of giraffes in American collections,
though in 1883 one great show went alone
on giraffes, and exhibited a herd of twenty
one, probably the largest number that has
ever been seen together, since in the wild
state they do not herd in large numbers, and
are never found in groops of more than four
or five.
The giraffe is not a hardy animal in cap-
tivity. It doesnot thrive on dry food, like
most ruminant animals, which do almost
as well on hay as ‘on grass. In the wild
states the giraffe feeds almost entirely on
the leaves and twigs of a species of acacia,
which the Boers call kameel-doorn, or camel
thorn, the giraffe itself being known to
them as kameel or camel. The food im-.
parts to the flesh a pungent aromatic flavor,
which makes giraffe stark a delicacy highly
esteemed by African hunters.
There is no animal which gives its
keeper more trouble in a menagerie, not ev-
en the treacherous elephant. While the
giraffe is gentle in disposition, and not
given to attack, even in the wild state, it
is stupid and obstinate, and cannot be
taught to mind.
A full grown one cannot be taken alive,
for when defence is no longer possible, it
will kill itself. Self-destruction is not dif-
ficult in its case, either, for the long neek
is easily broken.
A Remarkable Blind Man.
The astonishing accomplishments of lit-
tle Helen Kellar recall the somewhat sim-
ilar case of John Stanley, an English musi-
cian, who lost his sight when 2 years of
age. He had so correct an ear that he
never forgot the voice of a person he had
once - heard speak. If 20 people
were seated at atable together, he would
address them all in regular order. Riding
on horseback was one of his favorite exer-
cises. He could take his friends along the
pleasantest roads in Epping Forest, and
point out to them the most beautiful pros-
pects. He played at whist with great skill;
each card being marked at the corner with
the point of a needle, hut so delicately as
scarcely to be discerned excepting by those
who knew where to look for them. Te |
could tell the precise time by a watch, |
and knew the number of persons in a room |
when he entered it, and would miss any- |
one who was absent and tell who that one !
was,
| - som eo
——Now that ‘‘the advance agent of |
prosperity’? has been elected president let |
confidence be restored, factories, mills and |
mines start up, wages advance, and labor !
be furnished for every idle man. These |
are conditions which the victorious party |
| pledged itself to bring about. |
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN:
Mrs. Julia Bradley. who is founding at
Peoria, Ill., the school of manual training
to be known as the Bradley Polytechnic
institute, is 80 ycars old, yet she person-
ally directs the utilization of her gift of
$2,000,000. Mrs. Hemrst, widow of Sena-
tor Hearst of California, is another woman
benefactor to the cause of education, her
gifts to the University of California amount-
ing to $4,000,000.
Mulfis have developed to astonishing pro-
portions and are scen in round and fancy
flat shape. The newest muff of the season
is a vast round affair, designed for carriage
use, and made in all the sables, Russian,
Hudson Bay and Alaska. A round one for
street use in popular favor is medium-sized
—Dbetween the great big ones and those of
last Winter—and is plainly lined with
black satin. Together, with a cravatte to
match, fur sets with a muff of this sort may
be had from $18 up. The fancy muffs are
made of chinchilla, the several grades of
lamb, the breast of the grebe duck, or of
“‘moufilon,’” a new wolly fur made of dyed
sheepskin. Many have falls of rich lace at
the openings, or a jabot on the outside with
knot# of violets.
No one particular fur is especially the
fashion. All that have been worn for the
last two Winters are again seen, though
there has been a revived interest in seal-
skin, and moutlon and blue fox are two
novelties that are appearing for the first
time.
Moufilon has a loose, downy surface,
like a fuzzy flannel, and is cheap, vulgar
and unlovely to behold. Fox blute is also
a made skin, as it is called, but it is shown
in a rare bluish gray that is extremely
beautiful, and its long, silky straight hairs
give it a look of simple elegance. The
moufllon is dyed many impossible shades
of brown and gray. Both skins appear in
muffs, collets and capes, which in trimmed
instances, are decorated in the way already
described.
The woman whose desire for complete
stylishness has already led her to accept
the tight sleeve, can go a bit further by
wearing a very high girdle, fitting snugly
and laid in folds beneath the hust. The
line of this will seem to be an unbroken
round, hut it must really be shaped care-
fully to set off the curves of the figure. A
tiny bolero comes now, being cut at the
back and sides just short of the girdle top.
Bolero and girdle will match and between
the two the under bodice will show in a
contrasting line which by its handsome
curve will emphasize not only itself but
the tinier round of the waist. From under
the arms the jacket will curve down in a
pair of handsome points, which will end
well above the waist line, and the under
bodice will show in a wide panel between
the edges of the front of the bolero. The
skirt of the stylish gown will be perfectly
plain, very full at the back, and will match
girdle and bolero. She will wear her hat
tipped slightly over her forehead, or if that
is not becoming, she will let it be very
small and right on the top of her head.
Then it will be fitted down comfortably to
sides and back by head hold and the rosettes,
bows or rolls at the back of either side of
the hair through which the hat pins are
passed. :
Waists in decided contrasts with the
skirt are the exception this season. Fashion
demands that shades should be so blended
as to suggest a co-relation between the dif-
ferent parts of the costume.
The latest fashion for basques can be
summed up in one word—jackets. Whether
long or short, bolero or Robespierre, our
women of fashion are having their dressiest
gowns made in this manner, partly because
they admit of such becoming trimmings
with their soft vests and appliqued sets on
the jackets themselves.
A cozy corner is the thing to have, and
as no woman wants to be behind the fash-
ion in her home furnishing any more than
she does in her dress, the consequence is
that women generally are seeking ideas in
the construction and furnishing of one, and
most of them want them on an economical
basis. A cot with a woven wire spring,
with the feet sawed off to make it lower,
will do for a foundation, or a board frame
G feet 6 inches lgng, 4 feet wide, and 14
inches deep. Bore holes in the sides all
around, about two inches from the top and
make a lattice work of clothes line for a
spring. Puta thin mattress on this and cover
with a Bagdad curtain. Three broomsticks
fastened to the wall, the centre one a little
higher than the others, will do to drape
the canopy over, and if desired, two wooden
flag poles with spear heads can be pur-
chased for a small sum. Fasten these to
each corner of the front, with the spear
points just reaching beyond the canopy.
Have a shelf about eight inches wide and
the length of your divan put about two
+feet up from the divan. Cover this in plain
burlap or drape ‘it in draping silk. Put
a clock and some bric-a-brac on it ; a bust
is very effective. Hanga Moorish wrought-
iron lamp-in front from the centre of the
canopy ; have it lined with red glass. It
heightens the effect. A candle can be
placed in this for a little. Have innum-
erable cushions, lots on the divan and two
or three thrown carelessly on the fur rug,
which should be put in front. In the
draping of the top and sides, if you desire
to have the sides draped, too—some do ;
some don’t—you will have to display your
ingenuity, as no rules can be given ; any
of the shops, however, will show the ma-
terials used. Bagdads, burlaps, plain
Chinas, embroidered in gold, etc. Pin this
until you secure the desired effect and then
tack for permanency. Any woman of taste
and a little skill can get up one of these
much-sought after affairs easily and cheaply.
Fur collars will be as much worn as ever,
only they are much feller and longer, and
largely trimmed with the heads and tails
of animals, some, in fact, being almost en-
tirely composed of these, while others have
a fringe of tails down the front and hang-
ing from the edge all around.
Brushing every night and morning is a
good stimulant for the hair. As many as a
hundred strokes should be given a day.
In case the hair is falling out, rub the
scalp twice a week with a solution of
brandy and salt.
Once every three weeks the hair should
be shampooed. For this purpose nothing
is better than an egg shampoo, using both
the volk and white.: This will strengthen
the growth of the hair, and if used faith-
fully, free the scalp of dandruff.
The egg shampoo is to be highly rec-
ommended. The yolk of the eggs acts
like a tonic to the scalp. It supplies it
with the necessary iron and sulphur to
“keep it in a healthy condition. The white
of the egg furnishes an alkali and this,
combinea with the oil of the hair, makes a
soapy substance better for cleaning pur-
poses than any soap in the market.