Bellefonte, Pa., Jan. 8, 1897.
MY SHIPS.
Long years ago, at morning's glow,
My ships sailed out to sea:
Through perfumed gales, with hope-tilled
sails,
They danced away from me.
#Oh, ocean wide!" I gladly cried,
“Oh, sky! that bends so blue,
Let not a cloud their sails enshroud,
Oh, wind and wave, be true!”
Through golden noons, through weary moons
I watched the faithless sea: 1
¢0Oh, wind and tide !” I sadly cried, >
“Bring back my ships tome !”
Nor white sails gleamed now pennon
streamed,
Yet suns set brightly red;
The smiling wave nor answer gave,
And stars mocked overhead !
So day by day, I look away
Across life's fading lea ;
In sumer lands, on golden strands,
My ships are moored for me !
—dAgnes Haskell, in Donalioes.
A LUNATIC BALL.
As this story traveled in a roundabout
way it may have been elaborated and built
up before it came to hand, but the facts, as
nearly as they can be learned, are about as
follows : .
Mr. Melton, a young man interested in
the lumber trade, traveled on a suburban
train one Friday night to attend the week-
ly dance at the asylum for the insane.
Mr. Melton is constantly longing for
‘‘experiences.’”” He would rather look at
an opium joint than a donation party and
would rather go slumming than attend a
Sunday school picnic. The ball at the
insane asylum appealed to his love for the
picturesque. Lowry, the politician, had
promised to take him out, and Melton had
not allowed him to forget the promise.
Lowry came abroad the train at one of
the stations on the way out, and the two
were warmly welcomed when they arrived
at the asylum, for this Lowry was a com-
panionable man of considerable influence.
As Melton stood in the door-way of the
ball room and glanced at the rows of well
behaved and rather abashed people against
the wall he could hardly believe that he
was so different from the others. He
reflected that if he were to arise some
morning and tell the other boarders that
he was the emperor of China and had more
money than he could use he might become
one of this company.
Except that many of them were pale and
melancholy and a few of them were heavy
eyed, intent on studying the floor, the
assemblage would have compared favorably
with any chance gathering of respectable,
every-day people.
He knew, of course, that the violent
patients or those totally demented were not
allowed at the ball. The company was
made up of convalescents or those whose
vision was merely twisted so that they
could not see- things in their proper rela-
tion. Some of the younger men had at-
tired themselves with particular care and
wore buttonhole bouquets. Many of the
women, too. bore the outward signs of
gayety. Melton was rather disappointed.
He had wanted to witness something ‘‘un-
canny.”
“I want you to dance this evening,”
said Superintendent Lucas, standing at
his elbow. ‘One trouble with the visitors
is that they stand around and stare at the
patients as if they were a lot of freaks.
Now, these people are not dangerous. You
needn’t believe everything they tell you,
but if you mix up with them and are
friendly you’ll find them very easy to get
along with. Come on, and I'll introduce
you to some of them.’’
The little orchestra was tuning up, and a
patient who had been installed as floor
manager was giving a correet imitation of
a sane man who had been thrown uader
the same trying responsibility.
Melton had attended many evening
parties, but he felt a new embarrassment
as he passed along a line of demure women
patients and bowed to each of them in
turn. He shook hands with several of the
men and then backed up to the wall to
watch the opening. The superintendent,
standing beside him, said :
‘‘Oh, by the way, you must meet Miss
Caldwell.”
He beckoned to a young lady who was
talking to the leader of the orchestra, and
as she came across the room Melton whist-
led to himself and said :
‘‘Here’s a case of blighted love, and she’s
not over 20.7’
‘Miss Caldwell, I want to present Mr.
Melton,” said the superintendent. ‘‘He’s
rather bashful in company, but perhaps
you can entertain him. Now I'll go and
look after Lowry.”
Melton found himself staring at a very
pretty girl, who returned his gaze in a half
frightened manner.
His head buzzed, and he never before
was so much in want of a topic. How was
he to begin a conversation with a young
woman who might fancy him to be the
prince ywho had come to rescue her from
the tower ?
“Do you dance?’ he asked in a sudden
desperation. v :
She gave a start, and he imagined that
she shrank back a little.
“I'd rather not,” said she timidly.
“Well, then, let’s sit over here in the
corner and watch the others.”
They found an out of the way place, and
Melton, who had recqvered a little, remem-
bered the instructions given him by the
superintendent.
“These dances are very pleasant little
affairs,” said he. ‘They seem to be at-
tended by an agreeable lot of people.”
‘I think it’s a good idea to have them,’’
said he. ‘You know most of these people,
of course?’
“I've met a number of them,’ she re-
plied.
*‘You like Mr. Lucas, don't you 2’
“Very well indeed ; nice fellow.”
‘He didn’t tell you, did Le, that I was
a cousin of his 2’
‘Mr. Melton began to suspect the nature
of her delusion. He resolved to be diplo-
matic.
“Oh, yes, I knew that,” he said. *‘So
you're a cousin of Mr. Lucas?”
‘Yes, I'm here visiting him. I've been
here about two weeks. Mm. Lucas is so
good to all the—people here, isn’t she???
‘Yes, indeed. She's very considerate.”
Melton now understood the situation.
"I'his girl did not know that she was in an
asylum. They had told her that she was
a visitor.
“It’s a nice place to come for a visit,’
said he. “I came out here with a friend of
mine, a gentleman named Lowry. I live
in Chicago.’
Oh, yes.
out here.”
“I'm sorry you can’t stay longer I'm
Well, I'm sure you'll like it
going back to town to-night on the late |
train.”’
“Going away to-night?’ i
“Yes, I have to go to Milwaukee in the
morning.”’
“Why do you have to go there ?”’
“I'm going up to see about a deal in
lumber. I may buy some hardwood lum-
ber up there.”
“How much?’ she asked.
“Well, she’s inquisitive enough,’
thought he, but he was tolerant and
answered, ‘‘Oh, 1,000,000 feet.”’
“Oh, 1,000,000 feet! Won’t that be
nice ? I hope you'll get it.”
Melton was rather amused at her inter-
est in his affairs. He began to question
her.
“Will you remain here long ?’’ he asked.
“No, I'm going to leave.in & few days
and goto New York. I have an uncle
there, and I expect to take a trip with him
on a yacht.”
Melton repressed a smile at the refer-
ence to the ‘uncle’ and the ‘yacht.’ He
resolved to investigate further. He had
heard that patients were always willing to
talk of their delusions.
“I notice that you are wearing an en-
gagement ring,’’ said he. ‘So you are to
be married, are you ?”’
For a moment she appeared startled and
then she laughed heartily.
“I’m engaged to one of the nicest fel-
lows in the world,” said she. ‘You're
not jealous, are you ?”’ :
This was more than Melton had bar-
gained for. He had been impelled by the
curiosity of the student, but he was not
enough of a ghoul to have fun with the
delusions of an unfortunate girl. He had
detected the maniacal tone in her laugh.
“Oh, no,” said he hastily. ‘I con-
gratulate you.”
She laughed again.
“If I remain here, I’ll have her. vio-
lent,”’ thought he. So he excused himself
and hurried over to rejoin Lowry. ?
As he rode to the city on the late train
Melton told Lowry that the most interest-
ing patient he had met was a girl who
thought she was only a visitor at the asy-
lum, and who expected to go to New York
and ride on a yacht, and who, saddest of
all, wore an engagement ring and really
believed she was soon to be married to
some nice young man who existed only in
her disordered brain.
No longer ago than last week Melton
was at lunch in a quiet restaurant. He
looked up from the bill of fare and saw at
the next table—the asylum girl.
She was radiantly attired and was chat-
ting gayly with an elderly woman.
‘By George, she’s cured,” said Melton
to himself. ‘I wonder if she remembers
anything that happened. If shedoes re-
member, it will be mighty embarrassing if
she happens to recognize me.
‘Then he asked himself whether it would
be proper to speak to her in case she recog-
nized him. He knew thesociety ruie as to
bail room introductions but he had never
learned what was form in the case of asy-
lum introductions. If he spoke to her he
would have to refer to their former meet-
ing. That would be painful to hoth of
them.
Suddenly the pretty girl looked toward
him and gave a startled “Oh!” and then
blushed furiously. He was recognized.
He simply stared at the bill of fare to hide
his confusion.
The voice of Superintendent Lucas
aroused him. .
“This is Mr. Melton, isn’t it? Come
over here. I want to tell a story.”
‘No, no,’’ exclaimed the woman.
But Mr. Lucas, who had come into the
restaurant to keep his appointment with
the women seized Melton by the arm and
led him over to the other table.
‘“Mary,’’ said he to the elderly woman,
‘this is Mr. Melton, who came out with
Lowry that night. Melton, you've met
Miss Caldwell.
The girl’s face was onc fiery blush, and
she seemed ready to cry.
“Well, sir,”’ said the superintendent
without pity, ‘she met me that evening
you were out tliere and told me that the
most interesting patient she had met was
that Mr. Melton. She said you seemed to
be all right until you started to talk about
lumber.”
“I'll never speak to you again,” said
Miss Caldwell decisively.
“And, by the way,”’ continued Mr.
Lucas, ‘‘she says you asked her if she was
engaged.’’ :
“Really I must apologize,” said Melton,
a great light breaking in upon him. I
wouldn’t have talked that way I thought
—well, you didn’t say—I suppose she was
one’’—
“What !”’ exclaimed the girl.
Mi. Lucas roared and poor Melton col-
lapsed. Then there was a general under-
standing. They insisted that he take
luncheon with them, and he did so, de-
voting the entire time to an elaborate ex-
planation.—Chicago Record.
Indian Legend.
How the Mojaves Explain the Division of the Races.
The mystery surrounding the origin of
the Indian race is greatly enhanced by lis-
tening to some of the quaint legends, says
the Los Angeles Herald. Here is one of
them, related by the older men of the Mo-
jave tribe :
“At the time of the Mojaye ATE white
man, the negro and all o#tier people lived
together with their god, Mulevelia, whose
mother was the earth and whose father the
heaven.
“They were all supplied with food,
clothing and many luxuries. Besides
these, they had tools and all kinds of im-
plements and machinery to work with.
“Everything was manufactured and es-
pecially matches.
“One day Mulevelia died and all the
people, excepting the Mojaves, fled after
looting the camps of everything they could
lay their hands on, not even leaving a
match.
‘‘Here was a pretty state of affairs, and
“the dead god awaiting cremation !
‘There seemed to be no other alterna-
tive than to dispatch a messenger for a
spark from one of the brilliant luminaries
of the upper region, and a coyote was sent
to a star for some fire.
‘After a long time he returned without
success, and so hungry that he tried to eat
up the dead god.
“Mastanho, the man, sat by rubbing
willow sticks together, and produced fire,
which they used in burning up Mulevelia.
After the cremation, which took place
somewhere near Fort Mojave, the moun-
tains at the foot of the canyon parted and
the Colorado flowed through and swept
the ashes away.
‘‘Mastanho now became chief and di-
vided the Indians into tribes and gave
them their allotments of land.”
Quite a Curiosity.
“Sir, I am poor, but I am honest.”
“Well, become rich and remain honest,
and you can get a job in a museum”
—Trulh.
i
Protecting the Birds.
A movement is on foot in Louisiana to
erect a monument to John James Audubon
one of the world’s greatest naturalists, and
possibly its most eminent ornithologist.
He was a native of that State, and it is,
therefore, appropriate that such a move-
ment should be started there, although
there is no doubt that should it assume
tangible shape, people throughout the
whole country would delight to honor the
memory of a man to whom the world owes
a debt. The Pennsylvania Audubon So-
ciety, an organization similar to those
which have been established in quite a
number of other States, seeks to discour-
age the buying of and wearing for orna-
ment the feathers of any wild bird, and in
other ways to protect our native birds. It
has just issued an appeal to all intelligent
and humane persons to join the society and
use their influence to help it to carry out
its purpose.
The facts that have been furnished time
and again as to the wholesale destruction
of the feathered denizens of woods, fields
and mountains are sufficient to show to
every observant person that the day is not
far distant when the birds which Audubon
described so charmingly, whose habits he
studied and pictured, and whose useful!
place in animated nature, outside of the
delight which they give to the eye and the
ear, he pointed out so clearly, will, in
some regions, be only a memory, just as
are the majestic buffaloes of the prairies.
The chief thing against which humanita-
rians protest is the use of the aigrette, and
the heads and wings of herons, which are
‘now seen so frequently in feminine head
adornment. To supply the demand fer
these aigrettes, the herons from which they
are obtained are shot down on their nest-
ing grounds ; the plumes are plucked from
the dead and dying birds and their carcas-
ses cast aside, while the young and help-
less birds are left to starve to death in their
nests. It is said that the heron has been
practically exterminated in Florida, while
the plume hunter still seeks for and slaugh-
ters it in more remote regions. The deli-
cate little wren has been almost extermina-
ted in the same way on the New Jersey
coasts, and many of the smaller birds
"which lend a charm to the rural districts
everywhere have also been offered up on
the altar of fashion.
It is strange that woman, naturally sym-
pathetic and tender, should not, long ago,
have realized the suffering which she has
caused and the ruin she has wrought by
her adherence to the cruel law of fashion.
It is true that there are men, who cannot,
of course, be called sportsmen in the right
sense of the term, who are not satisfied un-
less they kill something. But it must al-
so be said that were it not for the demand
for plumes which comes from all over the
world, there would not be such wholesale
slaughter of innocent and useful creatures.
The poet has said that more evil is wrought
by want of thought than by want of heart,
and doubtless many of the women who fol-
low the fashion never think of the harm
which they do to gratify their natural love
of personal adornment. It is to arouse
public opinion on the subject that these
Audubon Societies have been formed, and
they are deserving of support and practical
sympathy. The great man who was the
first to tell the world of the birds of this
continent is as much deserving of a monu-
ment as are the warriors and statesmen
whose glory a grateful people has perpetu-
ated in sculptured marble and molded
bronze, in storied urn and animated bust,
and yet greater honor could be done to him
were the creatures that he loved so well to
be guarded and protected, and permitted
still to give beauty to air and carth and
sky. — Inquirer.
it.
Will somebody please tell me what
IEP is? =
I am a parent to a small boy who is ed-
ucating himself. His method is the direct
opposite of that usually followed in schools.
Instead of answering questions he asks
them. I pass (or fail to pass) an examina-
tion at each meal. I usually fail.
My present difficulty is with ‘‘it.”’ That
boy discovered the other day that ‘‘it’’
rains. That didn’t bother him very much.
But when ‘‘it’’ snowed a couple of weeks
later, he wanted to know who this versatile
individual “‘it”> was. He had me.
He became more mystified than ever
when he learned that ‘‘it’’ hailed, that
“it”? froze, that ‘it’ also thawed, and
that ‘‘it”’ was time. Mystification grew
into wonder when he found that ‘‘it’’ was
day and also night, that ‘‘it’’ was moon-
light and that ‘‘it’’ was noon. He gave
up in despair when he discovered that *‘jt’’
could grow warmer or colder.
And I shall give up in despair unless
some one reconstructs this English lan-
guage of ours and abolishes ‘‘it”’ alto-
gether.
When the New Year Begins.
It may be of interest to know that at 20
minutes to 7, on the morning of December
31, the year 1897 commenced in
fact. The day begins way out in the
Pacific Ocean on the 180th meridian. At
the hour named above, it will be exactly
midnight at this spot. Of course there is
not a pause. On rushes the New Year over
the seas and through Asia, conquering the
earth at the rate of one twenty-fourth every
hour. By the time the sun is in the zenith
over Pennsylvania it will be evening of the
last day of the year in England. At 20 min-
utes to seven that evening in Pittsburg it
will be New Year's Day in England. It is
an interesting morsel for thought, and to
the strong imagination it is not impossible
to picture the new day of the new year as
some living thing fleeing around the carth
on tireless wing at the rate of & thousand
miles every time the minute hand of the
clock completes a revolution.
“Contiguous.”
A dusky damsel, temporarily employed
as a servant in an uptown residence, wish-
ing the other morning to use big words,
the meaning of which she was not familiar
with, approached a very demure and worthy
matron with the following complaint about
the gutter, which she had heen sweeping :
‘Ugh! Madame, that gutter smells ri-
diculous !”’
The matron, hailing from the borders of
Acadian Louisiana, and not wishing to be
outdone by the ‘new’ colored woman,
gravely and studiously answered :
‘No wonder! The water
there !'’
stageers
Of Course.
First small boy—I wish I had that 5
cents back I spent for candy.
Second small boy—What would yon do
with it?
First small hboy—Buy more candy.
Book was origir
tree-—the heech—and was afterward trans- |
ferred to its hark.
Ee ———
Many States Storm Swept.
Jured in Hospitals.—Missouri Fears Floods.—Little
Rock Deluged by a Four-Inch Rainfall in 36 Hours.
Heavy Losses in Arkansas.
SHREVEPORT, La. Jan. 3.—The Kan-
sas City, Shreveport & Gulf train arrived
this morning with the wounded victims of
the tornado from Mooringsport. ,
The list included the following, all at
the hospital :
Mrs. SusAN HEAD, hody bruised, gash
in abdomen and skull fractured.
Mes. R. G. MORGAN, three scalp wounds
and bruised body.
Mrs. MorGAN’s child, skull broken.
EMyA L. MORGAN, skull fractured.
ALICE GOODMAN,
broken arm.
PARALEE GOODMAN, bruised body.
CLAUDE GOODMAN, arm fractured.
bruised body.
JoRDON ROBERTSON, colored, shoulder and
arm broken.
Two of the four Goodman children Kkill-
ed were found 100 yards from their home
with their clothes stripped from their
bodies, whieh were bruised and mangled.
Of the number at the hospital, Mrs. Mor-
gan’s children and Mrs. Head have little
chance of recovery.
" The path of the storm was narrow and
short, but terrific in destructiveness. A
number of horses, cattle and hogs were
killed. The body of the man who was
blown from the bridge has been recovered,
but is not identified. Another unknown
man is missing.
LirTLE Rock, Ark., Jan. 3. — Com-
munication was re-established with all of
the towns south of here on the Iron Moun-
tain to-day, and the reports indicate that
the greatest suffering by last night's tor-
nado was at the town of Benton, where
half a dozen small frame houses were de-
molished and several freight cars standing
at the station were overturned. Several
persons were injured and many had nar-
row escapes, but no fatalities occurred.
The storm was severest in the southern
portion of the state.
tween Little Rock and Texarkana suffered,
and reports from the country give many
instances of damage to farm houses. The
rain was the heaviest in years, and all the
branches and creeks were overflowed.
The ‘‘Cannon Ball,” a train on the Iron
Mountain, which was held at Benton, last
night, had a narrow escape from being
wrecked, and but for the heroism of a
country lad a terrible disaster might have
occurred. The train was late and was run-
ning at a high rate of speed when nearing
Benton. Five minutes before it would
have reached the spot the storm struck a
farm house near the track and demolished
it. Trees were blown across the track. A
boy, realizing the danger, secured a lan-
tern and flagged the train, just in time.
The passengers made up a purse and pre-
sented it to him.
The rainfall at Little Rock continued
until early this morning, the precipitation
being more than four inches. The streets
were flooded, and in many portions of the
city houses were inundated. The damage
from this source alone will aggregate many
thousands of dollars.
To-night it is much colder, and the in-
dications are for snow.
About Pepper.
“It has always amused me,” remarked
a botanical expert, ‘‘to hear people talking
of their preference for black pepper over
white, and the various explanations they
give for the same. Little do they know
that both white and black pepper grow
upon the same shrub. Over the paper seed
grows a black covering. The seed itself is
white, or nearly so. To make black pep-
per the seed and its external covering are
ground up, while the white pepper is the
seed alone ground up. White pepper is
milder than black, the greater part of the
pungency being in the covering. A pepper
made of the coverings alone would be such,
to use a slang term, hot stuff that it would
burn the mouth. The black covering of
the pepper seed contains the oil.”
Well Known to Old Soldiers.
Captain George Lemon, the noted pen-
sion agent of Washington, died at Cor-
onado, California, Friday last. He wasa
native of Onondago county, N. Y., and
was nearly 60 years of age. He went from
Troy to Washington early in the war, and
rendered gallant service in the army. At
the battle of Gettysburg he was so serious-
ly wounded as to disable him from farther
active service. He then went into the
treasury department, and later opened a
pension agency which developed into the
most extensive institution of its kind in
the country and yielded him a fortune
estimated at over $1,000,000. He was the
proprietor of the soldier paper, the Ne-
tional Tribune.
An Infallible Test of Death.
The reward offered by the French Acad-
emy of Sciences for a sure test of death was
paid 25 years ago. The method of deter-
mining that life is extinet is simple. When
the hand is held between the eyes and a
candle or other light, with the fingers out-
stretched and touching each other, the
bright color of the circulating blood will
shine through the tissues, and the skin
will appear partially transparent. After
death this is not noticeable. Scientists de-
clare that nothing but death will change
the tissues so that the transparency will nor
be noticeable. Catalepsy and other forms
of apparent death do po change the ap-
pearance of the hand when thus examined.
Contest in the Bay State.
ers.
Boston, Jan. 3.—'The George Fred Wil-
liams faction, in the Democratic state or-
supreme court of Suffolk county against
the bolting members of the state committee
who took part in the convention held at
Faneuil hal to nominate gold standard
state officials last October. They have tiled
suit praying for a writ of mandamus to
reorganization of the state central commit-
tee. The matter will be heard Jant -y
15, and the meeting of the state committee
has been indefinitely postponed:
——Holy smoke! What are we coming
to? Lynn, Mass. has elected a Populist
Mayor. Cambridge, Mass., has elected a
Democratic Mayor. Anarchy!
tion! Where are the conservators of the
national honor? Where is the
3ill Bynum, and the Hon. William Ever-
ett? Hully gee !'—Detroit 7ibune.
-
i ——I'm a plain blunt man, Margaret,
land can frame no honied speeches. Will
| you marry me ?"’
“I’m a little on the plain blunt order
No!!!
| myself.
Five or Sx Killed at Mooringsport. La., the Many In- |
skull fractured and |
Mes. JESSIE GOODMAN, scalp wound and
All the towns be-!
Silver Democrats Begin Suit Against the Gold Bolt- |
ganization, has begun proceedings in the |
prevent them from taking a hand in the |
Repudia- |
Drought on the Cumberland.
Half way up the side of the Cumberland
| range, as I took a short cut through the
woods to save distance, I suddenly came
i
| upon a man with a 10-gallon keg on his
shoulder. I knew in a moment that he
was a moonshiner, and that the keg was
full of corn juice which he was carrying off
to sell at some crossroads store. He sus-
| pected that I knew it. for he came to a halt
| and brought down his rifle and showed
| considerable excitement as he demanded
i my name and errand. When I answered
{ him he stood in doubt, and I quietly ob-
served :
| “Pretty dry time up here on the moun-
| tains, isn’t it?
**Yes, I reckon,’ he replied.
| “Most of the springs gone dry, I find.
! I stopped with Abraham Sweet last night,
and his two boys had to bring water in
kegs over a mile.”’
{as me, ‘‘this ar’ a 10 gallon keg on my
| shoulder.”
“Yes, 10-gallons.”’
‘She's full 0’ spring water.”’
‘Yes, I know.”
“I’m backin’ it home, ‘cause my spring
has giv qut.”’
ert hiely. If I were you I'd do the
same thing. We can’t get along without
water. Should IL meet anyone who seems
to be astranger to these ‘parts I'll
“You'll what?’ he asked.
“I'll tell him that it’s the dryest season
for 30 years, and that if he doesn’t want to
perish of thrist he'd better get’down the
mountain in a hurry.”
He looked at me and grinned. Then he
freed one hand and extended it for a shake,
and said :
‘Yes, and if you stop at Bull Fisher’s
to-night I'll bring you some spring water
in a bottle and see that you don’t suffer !”’
He was at Fisher’s that night, with half
a dozen others, and when he was asked
why he didn’t pop me over for a revenue
spy he laughingly replied :
“Why, the critter got in a slick, smooth
ta'k about spring water befo’ I could git
my gun to bear on him, and he seemed so
| mighty arnest that I thought I'd take
: chances on him. Yere’s yer water, strang-
er, and if she tastes of co’n juice I can’t
help it!”
Usefal Hints.
Spots and dirt may be removed from
paintings and chromos by using a cup of
warm water to which a few drops of am-
monia have been added. :
A good broom holder may be made by
putting two large screws—nails will an-
swer—into the wall about two inches apart.
Drop the broom between them, handle
downward. ;
Any woman doing her own work may so
systematize it that it will be the easiest
possible for her. She need not follow any
other person’s methods, unless they are the
very best for her own conditions.
Remember that polished oak furniture
may be beautifully cleaned with a soft wool-
en rag dipped in turpentine. It must
then be rubbed off with a dry cloth.
That hot vinegar and salt will clean cop-
per like magic? If washed off then with
hot water and soap and polished with a dry
flannel it will retain its brilliancy for a
long time. :
That an easy way to clean the horrid,
sticky oatmeal kettle in which the break-
fast porridge was cooked is to drop a lump
of washing soda in a quart of water and
soak in the kettle on the back of the stove
for half an hour? The glutinous crust can
then easily be removed.
That rich cooky dough may be prevented
from sticking to the baking hoard, by-tak-
ing a piece of unbleached muslin, stretch it
over the baking board so there will be no
wrinkles ; dust it well with flour and roll
out the dough. Try this method, and
making cookies will not try the patience
half as much.
It pays well todo the mending before
the article goes into the wash, since the
processes to which it is there subjected
materiaily enlarge the holes, and it is bet-
ter and more agreeable to wear if the wash-
i ing follows the mending.
Too small a figure in wall-paper destroys
i the effect.
A bread cloth should always be sweet
and clean, and never used for any other
purpose.
Mrs. Beecher Crippled.
Hip.
Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher received a fall
at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Samuel
Scoville, at Stamford, Conn., the Monday
after Christmas from which it is likely she
will never recover. It is doubtful if she
will c¢ver have the use of her left limb
again, owing to her advanced age.
Mrs. Beecher had a fall in the same house
on November 29 last, from the result of
which she sustained a scalp wound. Since
then she hd been subject to occasional
dizzy spells, and her daughter has heen
very watchful over her.
About 4 o'clock Monday morning she
arose to close a window in her room, and,
in.erossing the floor, she was seized with
an attack of vertigo and fell heavily. The
noise caused her son-in-law, the Rev.
Samuel Scoville, to run into the room, and,
with the aid ¢f other members of the fam-
ily, she was placed in bed. It was thought
at first that she was only slightly bruised,
but her physician pronounced it a fracture
of the thigh very close to the joint. Mus.
Beecher is eighty-four years old, and has
been very energetic, but itis now feared
that she will never walk again, owing to
spent vitality.
Good Market for Scotch Water.
1
| ;
. It was a Scotchman returning home on
| foot who met another on the banks of Loch
{ Lomond.
| “Weel, Sandy, and how did ye get on 2”
i asked the latter.
I “Weel, I taked my coo to Glasgic and
selt her for twelve pun.” ae
“An dinna ye ken, ye puir fule, that if
| yerd taken her to Leadon ye'd have got
i twenty pun for her?’
| “Aye; and if ye'll tak Loch Lomond
{ there to hell ye’ll be able to sell her for a
| shillin’ a glass 1"
|
A Lawyer's Able Effort.
The Oil City Blizzard charges this re-
| markable utterance to a lawyer of that
| city “Why, gentlemen of the jury, if the
train had been going as it should have
leone, and the engineer had of blew his
Hon..| whistle or rang the bell, both of which he
| did neither, the cow would not have been
injured when it was killed.”
reese ee ee ee—
| The cocoanut was thus named by
the Portuguese. The word means ghost,
i or bugbear, the three eyelike depressions at
I the base of the nut being supposed to bear
some resemblance to a human countenance.
*‘Stranger,’’ he said, after a long look |
The Aged Widow of the Great Preacher Breaks Her
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FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN:
{ Miss Frances Willard, President of the
{ World's National Christian Temperance
i Union, who is at the sanitarium at Carlisle
N. Y., has suffered’ a relapse. Her physi-
| cian has cancelled all her engagements and
ae will remain there for some months.
To be ‘‘laced” is now considered
{the height of vulgarity. Fashion,
| frivolous as she is, does, once in a de-
| cade, strike something sensible, and this is
certainly one of the times. Fancy the hu-
man figure being expected to show the
neck and waist of the same proportion !
{ Those who are trying to live up to this
| false ideal must have grown into deformity.
| It is quite natural the waist should be
| smaller than the bust or hips, but it need
not be strangled. Few of us are construct-
ed on the lines of the ideal women, so that
{much of our beauty of form depends on
|
|
|
good corsets. These are of primary impor-
| tance. All modistes declare this, although
few of them have any preference, provided
the corset is suited to the figure wearing it.
{ What is nceded is a corset allowing plenty
; of room at the bust and on the hips, inter-
| fering in no way with the breathing and
| catching one in just below the ribs. The
| trouble with corsets in general is they are
{too long and press upon the ribs. The
| glove-fitting corset is the correct mode.
i In Paris the shortest sort of corset is worn.
i Every corset should have at least two laces
[ so there will be no straining at any point.
Every mother should be familiar with
simple home remedies which can be used
in times of need. It is not pleasant to be
always dependent on a physician to ease
every ache and pain.
A sharp pain in the lungs or side can be
driven away by applying vaseline and mus-
tard in the proportion of two parts vase-
line and one part mustard. Rub it to-
| gether and spread ona piece of linen as
{you would an ordinary mustard paste.
This is also excellent for a severe pain in
| the back of the neck, and has been used
| with good results for breaking up the grip.
| There is no better remedy for taking the
| soreness out of mosquito bites than sweet
| spirits of nitre.
| To break up a hard cold at the start,
© take a hot mustard bath and go to bed, be-
| ing careful not to take more cold afterward.
Flaxseed tea with plenty of lemon juice
and loaf sugar is very soothing to sore
| lungs, and will often cure a hard cough.
Equal parts of honey, olive oil and pure
home-made wine made from grape juice or
currants is both soothing and strengthen-
ing for a bad cough. :
Physicians are advocating the use of the
pure olive oil, which comes from Califor-
nia for weak lungs. It bids fair to take
the place of cod liver oil, and is thought by
many pleasanter to take.
Olives, as a food, are considered very
strengthening for those with lung troubles.
Mrs. Phoebe Hearst, of California, con-
tributed $1,000 to the fund used in the
campaign for the suffrage amendment.
She has also given $200,000 to establish a
fine gymnasium for girls at the State Uni-
versity.
Fashions just now are at a standstill as
regards skirts and sleeves, but there are no
end of increasing novelties in the stores.
The favored costume of the season is one of
severe wool or cloth cut with jacket bodice
and made dressy by the most elaborate
neck fixings of fur, velvet and lace. This
is one style ; then there is the Paris street
costume, of very elaborate design, combin-
ing different materials and dressy enough
for receptions or calling. Some very smart
suits of late day origin are of corduroy.
These are recent favorites of French tail-
ors.
Russet brown corduroy is made into a
chic suit consisting of skirt and double-
breasted loose-fitting jacket, trimmed with
metal buttons and revers of ecru cloth,
braided in brown. A sable boa and muff
complete the stylish effect. Silvery blue
corduroy is even more popular than brown.
Black cloth tailor-made costumes are al-
ways effective. Just now they are alse
popular. One model shown in a Chestnué
street store has the skirt trimmed aproz
fashion by rows of braid and passementerie.
The fitted bodice has jacket fronts with a
vest of embroidered chiffon. A suit of
dark blue wide diagonal is "quite quaint,
with tucked sleeve puffs, each edged with
fine gold braid.
Up-to-date gowns are supposed to have
waists like the skirts, the decree having:
gone forth some months ago that odd, fan-
cy waists were out, but there is almost in-
variably another color and material, and
more often two or three colors, with possi-
bly lace, chiffon or jet ; so that it requires
a second glance to discover any more re-
semblance to the skirt than there would be
in the odd waist. Skirts are graceful im
shape, with not more than four yards of
fullness at the bottom. The seven-gored
skirt prevails, with now and then the bell
shape, having very little fullness at the
back. Double and triple skirts are talked
about and noted occasionally. Wide fold
ed belts of black satin are a conspicuous
feature, as are satin corselets, yokes, vests
and bolero jackets.
Storekeepers are always rather shy of
running to extremes in fashion, since they
have to cater to the million. Thus the
various novelties in collars brought ou$
by them for the holiday season are mod-
erately different from these which pre-
ceded them, and it is to the special shops
that we must look for the novelties that
will serve as models for the popular pro-
ductions of next season.
The round necklets are invariably sur-
mounted by a single or double ruching,of
crenelated pieces of material edged with
lace, which stand out around the throat,
forming a horizontal disk.
These are so high that the chin rests up-
on them. Collarettes also are made of a
double quilling, the inner one being so ar-
ranged as to stand up about the throat.
Two fabrics are often chosen, such as
gauze and lace, in black and white or
white and colored. For present purposes
there are round collars of fur surmounted
by quillings of lace, different kinds of
plumage being also used instead of the fur.
Many of the recent productions
Lave the height of the upstanding ruching
graduated, it being sufliciently high at the
back to conceal more than half the head,
and growing narrower toward the front.
A very pretty style of collar which is
sure to become very popular is made of
wide taffeta ribbon, arranged in three
double plaits, and graduated in height in
the same way. A piece of deep edging is
cathered inside, and outside a the back is
a voluminous bow, formed of several loops
and short ends. Piece silk, used double,
is treated in the same manner. Plaiting of
ribbon or silk are frequently added to the
top of dress collars, commencing undey the
ears, to which are superadded hunghy bows
or pout. The idea is to make the collar as
high, and box in the throat and head, as
much as possible.