Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, December 11, 1896, Image 2

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Bellefonte, Pa., Dec. Ii, 1896.
Are we given eyes that we shall not sce
That man is thralled and ntammon free?
Are we given ears that we shall not hear
The sob of humanity sounding near?
Are we given hearts that we shail not heed
The strength of wrong and the might of Greed 7
Are hands to zrasp and never to give,
No matter how others die—or live?
at we shail not speak
ity crush the weak.
Are we given tongues tl
Though we see the migl
Are we given sense that we shall not feel
Except what touches a selfish weal ?
Are we given brains that we shall not know
The rights we own and the rights we owe ?
Then ho! my brothers ; awake ! arise!
Use ears and {tongues and brains and eyes?
Be sure of the ground on which you stand,
And then let nobody stay the hand.
You reach to the aid of the right and true ;
It is yours to learn! It is yours to do!
Special Correspondence to the Warcnyan,
I have seen many pleasant places in my
journeys in many parts of the world. In
the ‘‘pleasures of memory’ I can again
visit some of the most famous and most
beautiful spots on earth ; can in dolce far
niente wander at niy own sweet will among
the Italian Lakes or the Lakes of Kil-
larney ; find myself perfectly at home
at Athens or Sevilla; can recall with
vivid distinctness the thrill of delight on
my first entry into Rome, into Constanti-
nople; can compare Karlsbad with our
own Saratoga, Tunis with Smyrna and
Madrid with Budapest.
The spirit of adventure, the wander
spirit is in my bones and blood and brain.
This summer and autumn I traveled in
Hungary and Russia.
I know nothing finer in its way than the
view from the steamers deck coming from
Vienna to Budapest, as, after passing the
beautiful flowered Marguerite Island come
successively in sight the four enormous
bridges which span the Danube, the monu-
mental new Capitol with thirty-six towers,
the mile long rows of quays and white pal-
aces on the river front and opposite, on the
other bank of the river the high hill of Buda
on which towers the mighty fortress, the
Royal Palace and in the background Blocks-
burg. The swift steamer passes under the
chain bridge among rafts, barks, small
steamers and tugs and swings gracefully to
her landing, her nose against the stream to
breast the mighty current.
Budapest’s claims to being one of the
fine cities of Europe are well founded. She
has an extensive system of boulevards
(rings), rich museums and the ‘dash and
go’’ of an American City. Her population
has doubled in twenty years numbering now
one million souls. "This is what was once a
small Turkish city full of nesques, mina-
rets and veiled ladies.
I did the Kiailitas, the Millenial Expo-
sition, but space will not permit me to
write about it.
The Bosnian and Herzegovinian sections
impressed me the most, they represented a
harmonious blending of the Orient and the
Occident. These two countries which only
a few years ago were in a chronic condition
of revolution riot and brigandage, where
murder and pillage were the order of the
day, are, wrested from Moslem influences,
under the beneficient protection of Austria-
Hungary, brought to a condition of pros-
perity and admirable public security. The
dapper little gendarme had much to do
with it. He chased chaos by order.
In the Milleénial Exposition among the
archaeo ogical treasures of the nation as-
sembled from the collections of kings,
convents, home and foreign museums and
from the magnate families, are displayed
the coats of mail, war trappings and arms
of the kings, generals, princes and rulers
who fought for the freedom and unification
of Hungary during the last 1,000 years.
Among the number and perhaps the best
known to Americans is Hunyadi Janos !
Two objects especially attracted my at-
tention, perhaps because guarded night and
day by four armed watchmen. The one is
a calvary, a master piece of ancient gold-
smithing. It is of solid gold and is in-
sured for one million guldens !
The other is a piece of a silken flag—now
a rag, on which fair hands had embroidered
the picture of the Mother of God. Long
ago in the musty past in the battle of Mo-
hacs, where the Hungarian Army was an-
nihilated by the Turks, the Royal flag was
A brave knight in imminent peril of his
life recaptured the flag, cut out this piece
containing the picture of the Holy Virgin
and saved it from pursuing Islam. This is
a national trophy and no money would
buy it.
As the Russians at Moscow say ; “Over
Moscow is the Kremlin and over it nothing
but Heaven’ so say the Hungarians ‘The
sword of John Sobiesky is hung right up
under the stars.”
At the exposition blended in a many
colored pot-pourri of humanity were
Magyars, Italians, Croatains, Cszechs,
Slaves, Roumanians, Bohemians, Armen-
ians, Slavonians, Jews, Dalmatians, Bos-
nians, Herzegovinians, Servians and Gyp-
sies who compose the Hungarian Nation.
What an ethnological and philological
study ! Francis Joseph by all odds the most
respected and loved of all emperors, kings
or rulers of Europe, does not speak the
language of millions of his subjects.
They are asking each other, in bated
breath what will be the fate of this com-
posite empire after his death, for it is evi-
dent that it is his wonderful personality
which holds this heterogenous mass of peo-
ple together.
Notwithstanding the mighty strides of
Hungary to take her place in the procession
of nations emigration increases and during
every year of the last five, from fifty to
seventy one thousand have emigrated to
the United States. They come mostly from
the North, from near the Carpathians and
are principally Slovanians. They are forced
to earn their bread elsewhere chiefly be-
cause of the destruction of the vines by the |
phyloxera in the Tokay and surrounding
wine districts. The land is all taken, the
struggle for life forces them to seek new
fields and more hospitable skies. Emigra-
tion is the only remedy. The Slovanians
are not liked by the Hungarians any more
than they are in the United States; in-
deed they are as much despised as are the
Some of the Hungarian dishes of the na-
tional cuisine deserve a passing mention
such as Paprikahuhn, or roast chicken pe-
culiarly prepared with hungarian pepper
and other ingredients : kukuruz or roasting
ears boiled in paprika water ; Gulasch or
roast beef a ln paprika. Their wines are
excellent. Slivowitz, or cherry brandy is
nel at the Iron Gates will develope Danube
traffic to a ponderous extent. The whole
work cost about forty million guldens
equal to about ten millions of dollars.
There must have been a great deal of
carelessness in the blasting operations, for
the captain tells me more than two hun-
dred workmen have already lost their lives.
American drilling machines and dredges,
which had been brought from Panama,
have done the underwater work. The ad-
mirable enterprise of the Yankee is bouni-
less! The work will probably take a year
yet to complete.
=I landed at Turnu Severinu ( Roumania)
and returned by rail to Orsova in a few
minutes. Bulgaria may be reached in a
few hours.
Poor old Servia presents to view little
but uncultivated fields, deserted and half
ruined houses and a general air of a looped
and windowed raggedness, while Roumania
shows undoubted evidences of thrift and
The Rowmanians are a very sympathetic,
plausible people, with artistic costumes
and charming manners. Those I became
acquainted with at Herkules Bad spoke
French like the Parisians.
They. have the reputation, however, of
being great rascals, they say one Rouman-
ian can cheat four Hungarians !
The Roumanian national costume shows
the transition from the European to the
flowing robes and burnous of the Turks
and Arabs. It consists principally of white
linen exquisitely embroidered with red and
blue, and red and blue wool hangs, like a
long fringe from the girdles of the women
to the edge of their skirt. All sorts of ar-
rangements of sheepskins give a different
but no less harmonious effect in winter.
I was especially delighted with Herkules
Bad, a watering place owned and exploited
by the Hungarian Government who built
the extensive bathing establishments and
Kurhaus and have there one of their mih-
tary hospitals. The waters principally
sulphur and sodium have helped suffering
humanity ever since the time of the Ro-
mans. Herkules Bad, a dream of loveli-
ness in respect to vegetation, is situated in
a rift in the Transylvania Alps which over-
hang so high that the sun appearing and
disappearing very late and early the morn-
ings and the evenings are deliciously cool.
The siesta is de rigueur after luncheon.
Here I whiled away two weeks in dolee
far niente, resting before going on my long
journey to Russia, enjoying the excellent
military music, living at the Kwrhaus,
where refreshments are served with the ac-
companiment of Tsigane or Gypsy music,
waltzes and quadrilles and pretty girls
dancing the Cszarda. :
The return journey by rail to Budapest
offers nothing remarkable. After passing
the foot hills of the Alps it is one almost
continuous, fertile plain of black earth to
Temesvar, to Szegdin, to the Capital.
Every where in Hungary one hears the
thrum thrum of the mandolin, the zither
and the guitar, for they are as musical as
the Italians, and the eye is delighted with
the peasants’ gay, laughing costumes in
which bright red and blue predominate.
Before dismissing the subject of IIun-
gary, which one must handle all too cur-
sorily to keep within the limits of a letter,
I must be indiseret and tell you what the
captain told me about his salary. I have
been, said he, thirty-three years in the ser-
vice of the company ; my annual salary is
1800 guldens—720 dollars, and when I
shall have completed my thirty-five years
_of service I will be entitled to an annual
pension of 1200 guldens. Think of the
captain of a Mississippi steamer working for
60 dollars a month !
From Budapesth to the Russian frontier
town Graniza is about cleven hours with
irksome delays at Oderburg (Silesia) and
Graniza at which latter takes place passport
and baggage revision.
On the way one sees peasants thrashing
hy the old process, horses turning in a
circle, tramping out the golden grain.
Women appear to do the work of men,—
one sces them unloading carts of lumber,
coal, ballasting the track, repairing tunnels
laying sidewalk ete., ete. To earn your
bread in sudore vultus is here as true for the
women as for the men. The women are
paid for such work about 40 to 50 kreuzers
—16 to 20 cents a day and I cannot help
contrasting the condition of American
women with these poor unsexed creatures.
As we near the Carpathians a guard of gen-
darmes with Lebel rifles and fixed bayonets
mount the train and escort us across the
mountains to the beautiful mountain town
of Teschen.
The trip across the Carpathians rivals
the Horse Shoe Bend in picturesqueness
aud reminds me of the approach from the
Swiss side to the Saint Gothard Tunnel,
the train winding by a series of circles, zig
zags and tunnels to a great height.
Suddenly the Hohe Tatra comes in sight,
like a giant perpendicular wall crowned
with spire like peaks, which look like the
teeth of a colossal comb.
The Carpathians are rich in various min-
erals and extensive iron furnaces, silver,
coal, iron and copper mines, furnaces and
reduction works are seen in the vicinity of
Neusohl, Herrengrund and Heiligenkreuz.
At the last Austrian station it appeared
to me that the employes were suddenly
more stiff almost insolent in their demean-
“ory as if in the presence of a rival, a critic,
an enemy and that in their commands there
was an exaggeration of the rough, guttural
intonations of the german. The conductor
sympathizingly said to me ‘its a pity
your’e going to travel in such a disgusting
country as Russia.”’
In my next I will record my impressions
of travel in the land of the White Czar.
their Nircana producer and is to them what
vodka is to the Russians
Professor Max Muller Merwe language
{ comes from Ural-Asiaas do the Fihnish and
the Turkish. :
Some of their words are very peguliar as
for instance ; fo == head ; bor = wine ; ara
= price ; noe = wife; o=old; ur =
mister ; ut = street ; viz = water.
Immortal Ciwcsar they write Cszasar.
Other words are as long as your arm and
appear to be composed of riotous assem-
blages of consonants. ;
The Hungarians are horn orators and
their word of applause is Eljen for hurrah,
encore, bis. :
Travelling in Hungary is cheap and ex-
Rh comfortable. On the steam pack-
et Fiume I made the voyage from Buyda-
pest to the historically famed Iron Gates.
The captain of the steamer, for a modicum,
ceded to me his cabin and became my
“guide, philosopher and friend” ; invited
me on the bridge and explained as we
sped by the remarkable things to be seen.
The voyage lasts almost two days, a first
class ticket costs ten guldens or ahout four
The current of the Danube is swift, the
boats leng and narrow side wheelers, which
draw only about a yard of water and down
stream arc capable of great speed. The
menu was excellent.. The Danube for a
long distance from Budapest flows directly
south, the heat was excessive, when the
boat stopped af the landings, we appeared
to be running into the sun.
The land on both sides is, with few ex-
ceptions flat, well cultivated or dense for-
ests of maple and fir. There are many
islands covered with luxuriant, almost
tropical vegetation. The monotony of the
landscape is relieved by several colonies of
flour mills built on flat boats at anchor in
the stream of the blue Danube which turns
ihe wheels. ~Power is cheap, the situation
romantic. They grind wheat by the old
process of attrition,—not crushing by roll-
ers,—and Hungarian flour commands the
highest price in Europe.
At Mohaecs the captain pointed out the
battle-field where Aug. 29, 1526, thé Turks
conquered the Hungarian Army and oc-
cupied the whole country as far as Vienna.
Near Peterwardein abrupt change in the
landscape the banks becoming high, moun-
tainous and we came to anchor under the
enormous, menacing forts, picturesquely
situated high up on the summit.
We arrive late in- the evening at Bel-
grade, come to anchor inthe Save and re-
main till daylight the next morning. We
went ashore to walk around and see the
town. It produced a very uncanny im-
pression upon me I must confess, dirty,
dark streets and a look of menacing un-
friendliness on every face. The sanitary -
committee was evidently on a vaca-
tion. The policemen who wear cocked
hats like the knights of Pythias made a lot
of noise about our passports and insisted on
our getting them vised, an impossibility at
that hour of the night. I was glad to get
back to my cabin without getting a pistol
shot in the back,—one of their favorite
ways, the captain says, of saluting strangers.
Larose at 5 o'clock to see Belgrade by
sunrise. Located on the hill probably five
hundred feet above the river the situation
of Belgrade is one of the most beautiful of
all the capitals of Europe. In the morn-
ing sunlight the effect was ethereal. Tow-
crs, minarets, palaces, convents, churches,
barracks shone in the refulgent sun as we.
sped by, the intertwining lines and mov-
ing shadows making an exhilerating pan-
“The ascending morn’ had not yet
touched the lower streets and squares,
which were still wrapped in shadow. But
the néar approach of the cvening before
minimized the charm.
iike Constantinople from the Bosphorus
the view is enchanting, but it is distance
which lends the enchantment. So it is
with Belgrade.
Heinrich Heine I think it was, said that
at Cologne,—hcadquarters by the way of
scent,—he counted seventy-nine distinct
smells. Ie could have counted many
more at Belgrade where sanitary regula-
tions are more honored in the breach than
in the observance.
Now, said the genial captain here com-
mence the rapids, we had just passed
{ Plavisevica here begins the Defile of Kasan.
The river narrows to less than one hun
dred metres and is sixty metres deep, the
mountain walls are at places perpendicular,
the scenery wierdly grand. The ship
ploughs along at express speed. The pass-
age is tortuous, necessitating a special pilot
and strenuous efforts of the four men at the
wheel ; the water rushes with great velocity
and volume.
It reminded me of the Lachine Rapids in
the St. Lawrence. Then we came to where
the river widens into a broad expanse of
water, more like a lake, from which no
outlet is visible through the high surround-
ing mountains. We seemed to have come
abruptly to the end of our journey. I was
disappointed for I had the idea that the
Iron Gates were a narrow passage through
a great gateway of enormously high pre-
cipitous mountains. Instead, one sees a
wilderness of dry rocks on which fishermen
lazily watch fora ‘‘nibble.”’ Here is where
the channel has been deepened, this is the
Demir Kapu of the Turks, words which
signify a grille of rocks, an obstruction to
navigation, the iron gates. Buoys lighted
at night, mark the channel.
The passage of steamers has always been
slow, hazardous and bothersome and fre-
quently at low water both passengers and
baggage had to be transshipped by lighters
or by road.
The Roman Emperor Trajan AD. 103
coped with and conquered the same diffi-
chlties but he did it in another way. He
built a road about six feetabove high wa-
ter mark for the transportation of his army
and supplies and for towing his boats up
stream. The holes cut in the solid rock
for the sleepers on which rested the road
are distinctly visible for a long distance.
Trajan commemorated his victory over
these great, natural obstacles by an inscrip-
tion called the Tavola Traiana which,cut in-
to the solid face of the granite mountain is
still distinctly legible from the steamer’s
deck. —~ As the boat passes through the
Iron Gates there is but little to be seen ex-
| cept the buoys which mark the channel
j and the numberless miniature ‘whirlpools
| effervescing in every direction and small
| breakers, white caps, struggling against the
| current.
The Worm Turned.
One reads and hears constantly of! the
devious ways of the city shopper, feminine
gender, of course, but it appears from a
story that has floated down from a little
Massachusetts town that her country sister
has her caprices as well. The amazing
part of the tale is its absolute and verified
truth. ’
A woman went not long ago to the gen-
eral store of the village in question and
ask for lead pencils. Several sorts were
shown to her, her choice final] narrowing
down to one or two. These 8. . ‘‘sweetly
requested”’ the clerk should sharpen for
her to test practically their relative merits.
still her decision was reserved, and finally
she asked that both be sent to her home
for a more careful selection. This was ac-
ceded to, she further stipulating that the
unneeded one should be called for the
following day. The two trips were ac-
cordingly made to secure the sale of one 5
cent lead pencil, which was brought back
the next week somewhat used, with a re-
quest that it be exchanged for the other
sharpened one. The worm will turn, and
this last request was refused.—New York
i By some freak of government a Turkish
{ colony has been allowed to remain on the
{ Island of Adah Kelah which is Hungarian
i soil. It is picturesque and delightful to
i see here in the middle of the Danube a
real mosque, real bazars and their grace-
| ful, vari-colored costumes.
Approaching Roumania the river broad-
I'ens, the banks are lower, the woods gradu-
ally recede from the mighty stream which
{ flows untroubled by rapids to the Black
The various nations interested Hungar-
ians, Servians. Roumanians are justly
| proud of this great work which has” been
made laboriously, and at a great cost and
Evangelists Weaver and Weeden are
now holding meetings in Bethany church,
Twenty-second and Bainbridge streets,
i white and scarlet carnations.
! moves toward friendship, and that was
A Little Baby Which was the Idol of Caldwell Place. |
In Storey’s Windo
Storey was the florist on Caldwell place.
The number was 29.
It seemed to be rather a poor location for
a florist, for, although Caldwell place was
in a very aristocratic neighborhood, being
sandwiched in at right angles between the
drive and the boulevard, that short street
itself had never amounted to much. In-
deed, it was sometimes spoken of as an
alley, but the people who lived there al-
ways resented that with a good deal of bit-
terness. But Storey owned the house and
lot at No. 29 and, having been descended
from a long line of florists and naturalists,
he was possessed of an inherent love for his
work and could never bring himself to the
that might pay better than catering to the
wsthetic tastes of the residents of Caldwell
place, who couldn’t afford to buy flowers,
and the rich folk on the boulevards and
avenues, who generally patronized a more
pretentious place when they had occasion
to give a large order.
falling beam when making repairs on one
of his green houses. He recovered, but his
limbs remained hopelessly bent and maimed
and after that his wife really took charge of
the establishment. :
Perhaps it was due to her fine woman’s
taste that the window always looked so
beautiful. It was worth while living on
Caldwell place just to get a chance to look
at Storey’s window. And everybody
around there seemed to appreciate their
advantage in living in close contiguity to a
spot of such varied and harmonic beauty
and a good many people went two or three
blocks out of their way every day to see it.
What a window it was! Storey made a
specialty of ferns and roses and carnations
point of embarking in another business |
and there were rarest specimens always on
exhibition ; a green background of many-
shaded, feathery fern-leaves ; jardinieres of
full-hearted American beautiesand J acque-
minots, masses of delicate white bride’s
roses and mounds upon mounds of pink,
And there,
in the midst of them, was the fairest flower
of all.
That was Storey’s baby. He was such
a pretty boy ; brown-eyed, long-lashed,
clear-kinned and dimpled. They always
left a place for his high chair in among the
ferns and roses, and there he would sit and
amuse himself with watching the passers-
by in the narrow street outside or gently
caressing with his fat little hands the fra-
grant blooms that nodded and nestled all
around him. He was a very little boy,
but in all the ignorance of babyhood he
was never known to injure a flower hy
rough or careless usage. It seemed that
there was some indeflnable, heaven-welded
tie of common brotherhood uniting them
and each rejoiced in the companionship of
the other.
Storey’s baby was the idol of Caldwell
place and many of the adjoining streets as
well. There were a good many babies in
that neighborhood, but they were not like
the brown eyed boy. Everybody, irre-
spective of family pride and affection,
acknowledge that. Boys ‘whose play-
ground was the narrow pavement, con-
gregated in front of Storey’s window and
whirled tops and turned somersaults and
played leap frog for the edification of
Storey’s baby. Dainty Miss Elizabeths
and Little Lord Fauntleroys from the ave-
nues stopped and smiled and threw kisses
at him, and young men and old men who
were in business down town tapped on the
window when going by and called out !
“Hello, little man!’ And Storey’s baby
always answered with the smiles and nods
and gurgles of delight which he kept in |
store for his horde of acquaintances.
responsive to Storey’s baby’s initiatory
Abner Wilson. Wilson lives just around
the corner on the drive, and he generally
went to the car line by way of Caldwell
place because it was the shortest route.
He had been passing that way for a good
-many months before he deigned to notice
Storey’s window at all, but one day the
door was open and there came surging out
into the street such billows of exquisite
perfume that he was impelled to stop and
admire the source from whence they came.
The baby was there and he beckoned with
his pretty hand, nodded and laughed, but
Wilson muttered something under his
breath and, frowning, turned away. |
He avoided Caldwell place for a week
after that, but one evening he found him-
self drawn irresistibly back again and for
the second time he paused before Storey’s
window. A couple of gay young dandies
from the drive were inside buying carna-
tions and talking to the baby and when
they came out Wilson stalked stolidly
along behind them and audibly denounced
them as ‘sentimental young idiots.”
So the weeks passed and Wilson went
by Storey’s window twice each day and
every time he stopped and looked in, buf
he never replied to the baby’s greetings
nor bought a flower, as did the other men.
That, Wilson said, was ‘‘rot.”” One day
he was sick and couldn’t go down town,
but he got up in the afternoon and dressed
and walked out as far as Storey’s window.
And some people, seeing him do it, might
have termed that ‘‘rot,”” too, but Wilson
would have indignantly denied it.
One morning in the early autumn Wil-
son went trudging through Caldwell place
and when he came to Storey’s window he
noticed that there had been a change. The
ferns were there, and the roses and the |
carnations, but the baby was not there.
When night came the little chair was
vacant. The next, and another week.
Then there came a morning when Wil-
son, actuated by some potent, unanalyzed
force, stepped into the store to see what
was the matter. Mrs. Storey waited on
him. He bought two dozen white roses
and then, hesitatingly, he asked :
‘“Where’s the baby 2’
Mrs. Storey hastily raised her apron to
her face.
There was only one man who was un- |
‘‘In, there,” she Sobbed, pointing to a
room in the rear.
‘‘Is he—is he—"" faltered Wilson. ;
“Dead,” cried the mother. ‘About an |
hour ago.”’ .
Mr. Wilson held out the white roses.
“Give him these for me.’’ he said.
“Thank you,’’ she said.
it’s too late, now.”’ i
And Wilson went out onto the sidewalk |
and looked once more at Storey’s window, |
where stood the empty chair in the midst
of the green and white and crimson glory.
—Emma M. Wise in the Chicago News. |
“I’m afrai
newsboy. ‘‘All ’bout th’ battleship Texas |
not sinkin’ yesterday.
—A woman will walk by a dead dog
they expect that the deepening of the chan- | Philadelphia. three stuffed wrens on her hat.
a id nikon bia ee it. 1 pr ———idoiion at
intended to do “something for | u
d Colorado region, Glenwood Springs, Lead-
| ville, and the Garden of the Gods.
“Git a mornin’ pa-a-per !”” yelled the | Street station, Philadelphia.
‘that time.
Dreamed of a Gold Mine.
During the past year, on five or six suc-
cessive occasions, Mrs. George Law, of Kan-
sas, City has dreamed of a gold mine near
Cripple Creck. She went out there in
August and located the mine after she
had scen the place in another dream. She
immediately began proceedings to get con-
trol of the property. Saturday her hus-
band signed a lease for a section, 300 by |
60 feet. The Dream promises to he one
of the richest mines in the world’s areat-
est mining camp. The story which began
in a dream is now ending in reality.
Mrs. George Law
in Kansas City society. Mr. Law is a
prominent real estate and loan broker and
one of the solid men of the city.
Mrs. Law’s first dream of gold came to
her last winter. In her sleep she saw with
the vividness of real vision a spot between |
mountains where ravines formed a |
triangle inclosing a hard bed of sand. She | ! ;
! Istood upon this bank and scooped wp factory than the Louis XIV coats, which
Storey himself had been injured hy a |
handfuls of it.
grains of gold.
The sand glittered
Then Mrs. Law Went to Colorado and Located the |
is one of the leaders | toqued
Miss C. IH. Lippincott, Minneapolis, has
| the largest exclusively flower seed business
[in the United States. She is the pioneer
woman in the business, which she entered
{ ten years ago.
At last the fashion of shges is becoming
{ more sensible, and that the bulldog toe is
! putting the old-style toothpick entirely in
, the shade. Overshoes to correspond are
i also one of this scason’s novelties.
| The new muffs are mostly of velvet, with
| a frill on each side of the plain centre piece
| headed on one side by a band of fur. Col-
lored yelvet muffs to match the hats or
ill be worn, with light brocade
{ linings, and some fur and fancy headed
| gimp. Muff chains are greatly worn, with
; small pearls, the turquoise or coral heads
| at distances. Fastidious dressers tack in a
small piece of sachet powder into muff
linings to perfume them.
After all, what is prettier or more satis-
with | are still worn though in modified ef-
[fects? A charming coatof this sort.
This vision made a decp impression up- | made up in tan mohair to go with a mohair
on Mrs. Law, though she is a realist of | skirt, showing narrow stripes of black.
the most pronounced type and scoffs at all | The skirt is perfectly plain, but so gored as
such psychological chimeras. .\ few nights | to bring the stripes into sharp points at
later she again beheld the same scene in
her dreams. It was even more vivid than
the other. The outlines of the country
were plainly visible. Three more times,
at various intervals, the same vision came
to her. Tach time it was morc and more
distinct. She beheld an adjacent town.
She knew perfectly every point in the sur-
rounding country. In ene dream she de-
termined to sink a shaft, and did locate
one near an old stump in that bed of sand.
Mrs. Law’s intimate friend, Mrs. Har-
vey Rhoades, went to Cripple Creek about
Mrs. Law had urged her hus-
‘band repeatedly to accompany her to that
place, but hescoffed at the idea. Mrs. Law
had corresponded with Mrs. Rhoades, and
was convinced that she would find her
mine near Cripple Creek. It was in Au-
gust, after the fifth dream, that she could
wait no longer. She made a visit to Mrs.
On the first Saturday in September Mrs.
Law drove into the old part of Cripple
Creek on a stage. It bore not the faintest
resemblance to the town of her dreams,
and Mrs. Law was in despair. That night
the sixth dream came to her, and again the
town’s outlines were strongly impressed
upon her. Sunday she went to Mrs.
Rhoades’ home up on the hill. From her
front porch she gazed out upon new Crip-
ple Creek. It was the city of her dreams.
Wild with excitement, early Monday
morning Mrs. Law, Mrs. Rhoades and two
companions started ina light wagon to
search for the triangle and the bed of sand. !
As if guided by a spirit, scorning roads and
directions, the party went straight across
the hills. They reached the summit of
Grouse mountain and went on down to-
ward the ravine which separated it from
Beacon hill. Scrambling down the hill,
far in advance of her companions, Mrs.
Law found the gulch, the ravine, the
each gore, «ll around the skirt. A rustling
i lining of tan taffcta set off the skirt. The
jaunty little coat fits like a glove, and has
a short, flaring skirt, set out over the hips.
{ All the seams are piped with tiny cords of
{ black satin, and a pipine of the same is
{used as a finish along the edge. Broad re-
vers of tan velvet, overlaid with big jet se-
quins, flare away from a snug vest of white
satin, ornamented in double hreasted fash-
ion with small, flat gilt buttons. The col-
lar is a stock built quite high, and topped
by a star-shaped collar of tan velvet piped
with black. !
The sleeves have only a slight fullness at
the shoulder and are tight fitting from the
elbow down, with only a piping as a finish.
To rest a pair of tired eyes hold your
face over a bowl of salt #¥nd’ water until the
lashes by winking and blinking act as a
sort of sprayer. Once the salt water has
reached the pupils of the eye, let it stay
there. In this way you gain a refreshing
bath. By wiping the eyes much of the
benefit of this dip will be lost.
Nothing so disfigures a woman’s looks as
a chapped skin. Soon the thermometers
will take a downward turn and then it is
that the greatest care must be given to the
selection and the application of cold
weather unguents.
Nothing so tenders the skin asa face
steam or a face bath of hot water. IPor this
reason it is important that a pure cream be
used afterwards. It acts as a defense
against atmospheric action. The woman
who is an aspirant for a new skin has much
to learn before she can compass the many
subtle moves to be taken in beauty’s direc-
Housework, sweeping, dusting, bedmak-
ing, washing, and the incessant processes
necessary to keep things bright about a
{ house, are excellent for the complexion.
triangle, the bed of sand, even the stump, | They also keep the spirits good and make
as she had dreamed of them so often. Mrs, | the worker graceful, strong and agile.
Law rushed to the triangle, drove her stake |
and claimed the mining rights.
Nearby were some placer miners.
said that gold was in that vicinity.
Anything that is healthful is beautifying.
{ A diet of rare broiled beef, beets, aspara-
They | Bus. carrots, onions, juicy fruits, dried
A | toast, soft boiled eggs and milk will do
divining rod with which a search for water | more toward beautifying a woman than all
was being pursued turned as the party | the lotions and pomades ever invented.
walked over the ground. It turned again
If the skin is kept clean and fresh, and
at the nearby mines, where gold was known | the diet is well regulated and laxative, the
to be.
was true.
It proved that Mrs. Law’s dreams | complexion will take care of itself.
| the skin ointments in existence will not do
A short time igo friends of the Laws in ; a5 much toward beautifying the face as will
{ Cripple Creek went over the ground claim | & sufficient amount of fruit, such as grapes
of the Dream and picked up a number of | berries, oranges and peaches.
bits of porphyry ore which cropped out | 00.0 hu
They were crushed and | by torpid liver, or else by a not sufficient
from the surface.
Mud-colored skins are either produced
assayed, and the official certificate, now in | nourishing diet.
Mrs. Law’s possession, shows the surface |
This is said |
ore to run $5.85 to the ton.
to be one of the richest surface assays ever
made in the Cripple Creek district. The
certificate of this fact was sent to Mrs. |
Law, and the next day Mr. Law went to
Cripple Creek.
graphed his wife that the lease had been
signed. A company has heen formed to
work the claim. The officers are all women.
Tours to California.
California has been most fittingly termed
the ‘Italy of America.” All the delicious
balm, the cloudless sky, and the rich ver-
dure of the great European peninsula are
duplicated in this sunny land of the Pacific.
Here nature basks in the sunshine of her
own beauty ; and here she has established
her own sanitarium, where eternal spring
inspires everlasting youth. With the
snow-mantled peaks of the Sierras upon
the one hand, the calm Pacific with its soft
breeze upon the other, and a veritable
paradise of flowers, fruits, and plants be-
tween, man can find and needs no lovelier
land. To visit such a country is a privi-
lege, « blessing. ?
The Pennsylvania railroad company,
recognizing the need of a more comfortable
and pleasant way of crossing the continent,
inaugurated a series of anuual tours to
California, running a through train of Pyll-
man palace cars from New York to the
Pacific coast, and stopping at the principal
points of interest en route. The great popu-
larity of these tours demonstrates the wis-
dom of the movement.
For the season of 1897 three tours have
been arranged to leave New York, Phil-
adelphia, and Pittsburg, January 97th,
February 24th, and March 27th.
The first tour will run direct to San
Diego via St. Louis and the Santa Fe
Route, and return from San I‘rancisco via
Salt Lake City, Denver, and ‘Chicago, al-
lowing five weeks in California.
The second tour will run via the Mam-
moth Cave and New Orleans to San Diego,
stopping at the ‘‘Crescent City’’ during the
Mardi Gras Carnival. This tour will re-
turn via Salt Lake City, Denver, Omaha,
{and Chicago, allowing four weeks in Cali-
fornia. : :
The third tour will run via Chicago,
| Denver and Salt Lake City, allowing pas-
| sengers to return by regular trains via dif-
a | ferent routes within nine months.
All of these tours, either going or re-
rning, will pass through the famous
es from all points on the Pennsyl-
vafifa railroad system cast of Pittsburg :
First tour, $310; second tour, $350 ;
third tour, $210 round trip, and $150 one
For detailed itineraries and other infor-
mation, apply at ticket agencies, special
booking offices or address George W. Boyd,
assistant general passenger agent, Broad
——Miss Boston—*‘‘I have just been |
reading Professor Huxley's admirable book
‘Man’s Place in Nature, and I think—?
Miss York—‘‘Oh, I know all about that.
in the street with tears in her eyes and | Man’s place in nature is at the seaside dur-
ring July and August.
In a few days he tele- |
The edict has gone forth that the large
hat shall no longer be worn in the theatre,
and a woman who tries to wear one ig.
made to feel so uncomfortable that she very
| soon takes it off, so that it is now a well-
accepted fact that large hats are only for
street wear. Worn with walking costumes
they are very appropriate, and if becoming,
exceedingly so. A great many plumes are
used in trimming them. All black hats of
this description are very much in favor,
sometimes made entirely of velvet ; some-
times the crown of velvet with a brim
either of plain or braided silk, or even with
a shirred brim of heavy satin ; and while
all black feathers are considered very smart
other different colors, and even white, are
very much used. All gray hats are favor-
ites this season, and one of shaded velvet
made with quite a low crown is trimmed
with two long plumes, most gracefully ar-
ranged, one falling over the brim almost
down to the shoulder. With the hair ar-
ranged Pompadour, as is now the fashion
these hats are put on slightly to one side,
and sometimes have the brim turned up
very sharply at the left ; but many have
only a small brim, which is curved at both
A delightful woman, a bread-winner in
Paris, has the art of correct gowning down
to a science, and this is the way she man-
ages it on her limited income. To one
swell tailor-made gown she treats herself
every year. And on that gown she does
not stint herself. It is made of the best
material, and the style, while new, is nev-
er ultra-fashionable, for the next season it
must serve as second best.
Then she has a well-made, dressy black
satin or silk skirt to wear with her silk
waists. These are never expensive, for the
silk is picked up at odd times and special
sales, and a modest little contouriere makes
them very reasenable. For especial occa-
sions she has a dainty pale silk, made up
with two bodices—one festive, one sedate.
In the summer she adds four up-to-date
tailor-made shirt waists to her wardrobe.
And for any and all occasions she is ready.
And how often it is remarked that she is
always delightfully gowned. She declares
that the secret of her success lies in her
care of the little things in her toilet—her
veils, her gloves and her skirt braid.
‘Women, they say, are more moral than
men. I say they are not,”’ says Mrs.
Blotch, to a body of W. C. T. Uh
“A woman who would wear an osprey
aigrette in her hat is not moral.”’
There were many aigrettes on the bon-
nets of her hearers that trembled with ex-
“The feathers are torn from the mother
bird in nesting time, and she is left to die.
There is something in woman’s heart that"
is brutal and cruel when she follows fash-
ion at such cost ; and so long as this con-
tinues, the world will not improve much.
The new woman seems to be in of-
ficial favor in Chestar county. Miss Eva
Chambers is to be chief clerk under Sheriff
Hayes ; Register Eachus will have his
daughter as a deputy, and Treasurer
Phillips will be assisted in his official du-
ties by his sister.