Bellefonte, Pa., April 2, 1897. THE WIND OF MARCH, Up trom the sea the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky's gray arch ; Smiling, I watch the shaken elm-boughs, know- ing : It is the wind of March. The stormy farewell of a passing season, Leaving, however rude, Or sad in painful recollection, reason For reverent gratitude. ‘ Welcome to weary hearts its harsh forewarning Of light and warmth to come, The longed for joy of Nature's Easter morning, The earth arises in bloom. In the loud tumult Winter's strength is break- ing ;. 1 listen to the sound, As to a voice of resurrection, waking To life, the dead, cold ground. Between the gusts, to the soft lapse I hearken . Of rivulets on their way; "1 see these tossed and naked tree tops darken With the fresh leaves of May. This roar of storm, this sky so gray and lower- ing Invite the airs of Spring, A warmer sunshine over fields of flowers, The bluebird’s song and wing. Closely behind, the Gulf's warm breezes follow This northern hurricane, And, borne thereon, the bobolink and swallow Shall visit us again. And in green wood-paths in the kine-fed pas- . ture And by the whispering rills, Shall flowers repeat the lesson of the Master, Taught on his Syrian hills. Blow, then, wild wind"! thy roar «hall end in singing, The chill in blossoming ; Come, like Bethesda's troubling angel, bring- ing The healing of the spring. : —By John Greenleaf Whittier. SUPPLIANTS FOR RAIN. It was a terrible dry day. The spring rains were mere sprinkies and the young grass turned yellow in May. Day after day a hot wind blew from the west, scorch- ing the blades of corn and drying the ponds into black, cracked-earth basins. The cat- tle in the fields huddled together with drooping heads and lolling tongues ; the wind made a great thirst which was un- quenchable in the brackish water to which they had excess. The farmers looked forward gloomily to the time when even this should be gone and measured their wells every morning with hearts that sank as did the water. The windmills whirled as industriously as ever, but the pump spout, vomited a thick, yellow liquid from which even the swine turned away in disgust. The bored wells were surrounded from daylight until even- ing by farmers who had come with barrels on sledges and waited patiently for their turn-at the pump. , Men who had sneered at ‘‘druv wells” in a rainy state like Il- linois now begged humbly that they might haul water from them. The planted seeds blew from one field to another and it seemed that oats would be reaped in gardens and corn gathered in meadows. Teams traveling along the roads were hidden in moving pillars of dust ; when they reached town, all powdered as with dirty flour, they looked like the ghosts of men and horses. Old man Snow said that the top layer of his farm had been traded by the wind for that of John Glover down the road with a few clods from the Bevis “hottom thrown in for hoot. But there were few who could joke as he did, for farmers are serious folk and in the most prosperous years prophesy calamity and ruin ; when trouble actually does come they sit in their barns and whittle despondingly, wishing they had not solid their corn or had held their cattle for a rising market. Depending on the mode of nature for their livelihood, they grow sus- picious of her friendliness and every year is a long battle for existence. Against all man-made machinery and wisdom she sends forth her dumb servants—the frost, the wind, the rain, the drought, the insects and the worms who do’ her secret work un- derground. No wonder the farmer becomes a fatalist and looks on each crop safely aki as spoil wrested from a tireless oe. By the middle of June the drought had changed the country to an autumnal brown and the steady winds wore nerves thin and turned sweet tempers sour as thunder changes milk. Men, meeting on the roads, drew up and exchanged dark reminiscences of the ‘‘dry year of ’72,"’when the prairie chicken and quail had, in their great thirst, gathered in the door yards like. the tame fowls and had drunk with them. The cat- tle and the horses had died of a strange madness and—this was whigpered—a whole family had been found stark and stiff, with a horrible black foam dried on their lips. Those who had dared give ita name called it the ‘‘thirst fever.” A curious belief or superstition—call it what you will—lingers in parts of Illinois and is held by men who read their papers and have intelligent opinions on our for- eign relations. It is certain that people can bring rain by their prayers ; this is not a fetich of the vulgar, for some of the early fathers of the western church believed they had this power and, ’tis said, exercised it while riding their prairie circuits. Talking of that other dry year brought to mind what had broken that drought. It had always been said that the prayers of Father Bliss, an old circuit rider, had brought rain when the sky had been as bare of clouds as a blue howl. In their sore need the farmers on Big Prairie and those on Black Snake Slough —now a great expanse of dried muck—de- cided to go to him and ask him to use his power of prayer in their behalf. He lived in Shawanee with his old wife on the slender savings of his prime. Some of his neighbors stopped one morn- ing to see old ‘man Snow. They found him sitting in the door of his old granary, mending harness and wielding a palm-leaf fan when the heat hecame too oppressive. They told him their plan of going to Father Bliss. Their spokesman dug his heel in the dirt and looked rather shamefaced, for he didn’t quite know what would be Snow’s attitude. “Well it won’t do any harm and maybe it ull do good,’’ he answered, looking up at the blue, wind-swept sky. “Won't you go ’long and ask him ?” Rick Hoover inquired. ‘You have kinda got a gift for saying things.” Snow was not to be caught by such chaff. His eye twinkled and his face broadened in his genial smile, that had acquired an infantile innocence from his lack of upper teeth and his aversion to those of com- ( merce. ‘I guess you fellows ain’t got the grit or faith, either, to go alone. I'll go, but I want to say one thing right now,”’ he went on, more seriously ‘‘this ain’t no joke—if you’re going to lark, you can just count me out, and Luther too. I remem- ber when Bliss prayed for rain in 72 and brung it, and it ain’t no time for foolish- ness. : “Do you think we are having fun haul- ing water and seeing our crops dry up and blow away ?”’ Hoover asked with some indignation. - “No—no, but you young fellows some- times get to kinda spoiling for some fun,’’ Snow replied. ‘I guess you had all better come here on Friday—its central as any place—-perhaps you'd better bring along something. The old man is poor and a little farm truck will come handy. You're sure you wanta go ?’’ They assurred him that they did wish to go and in no spirit of levity—trouble made them less skeptical than they were in pros- perity and willing to ask help at any door. On the appointed day the delegation drove into town bearing gifts as did the wise men of old. Snow had a ham of his own curing ; Hoover had a basket of sum- mer apples ; Martin Bevis had a basket of eggs packed in oats and the other men had brought according to their means. Old Christian Meyers, from the German settle- ment, carried a great cheese of surpassing strength and fragrance. Two Danes, Peter Oleson and Larson, came with butter and rye bread—the whole proceeding was a mystery to them, save that it was hoped to fetch the rain. Francois Poussin, the little Alsatian from the Grove, came to the Snow’s with five bottles of home-made wine ; but Mrs. Snow told him that this would give dire of- fense to the preacher who was an old time ‘‘teetotaler.”’ Francois marveled that his ‘‘vine bleu’’ could be regarded as aught but a blessing, but thanked Mis Snow for the cans of gooseberry jam which she of- fered as a substitute. Francois was a good Catholic ; but if a good pilgrimage to an old Protestant would bring rain to his parched=fields he was willing to suffer-pen- ance afterward. = Ephraim Glover and Luther Snow rode beside the wagons, curious yet scoffing as young men will. As the procession wound through Nankitt it acquired a tail of small boys who hooted joyously as they kicked up the dust with their bare toes. Father Bliss lived on a quiet street in a little house, with demur green blinds. He was sitting on his tiny front porch in a rocking chair, his spare old body buttoned up in a linen gluster, the skirts sweeping the floor as he swung to and fro. He no- ticed that an unusual number of teams were passing, but paid little heed until they were hitched to neighboring posts and acompany of dusty men came crowding up his narrow walk, ladened with boxes, baskets and flour sacks. He arose from his chair, gathered his duster close about his shriveled neck and waited for them to make known their business." Old man Snow headed the suppliants. “Good morning, Father Bliss,”’ he called cheerfully over the top of his ham, which he carried as if it were a child. He had worn his celluloid collar and he moved his neck uneasily as he spoke—a collar was no better than a yoke to him, yet he was not the man to disregard the conventionalities because of bodily discomfort. “Howdy do, brother Snow.” Father Bliss returned. ‘“What does this mean ?”’ ‘‘Me’n my neighbors come apurpose 'to see you,”” Snow answered. When he reached the steps he laid down his ham and shook hands with the minister. His com- panions followed: his example, laying their offerings on the steps, then filing up and taking the old man’s hand solemnly and without words. The litttle boys outside the fence screwed their hands in between the pickets and scarcely breathed in their interest. Luther and Ephraim snickered and jogged Fran- cios’ elbow. ‘‘Eez dat de rain-bringer by prayer ?”’ the little Alsatian asked, scan- ning the thin, gaunt old divine. ‘‘He would be de better for a leetle of my vim— he have not much blood.” Old man Snow paid no attention to the scoffers of the back row. He settled his collar and then it suddenly dawned upon him that he had found no way of saying what he had come to say. The other men looked at him hopefully as he began : ‘Father Bliss we have brought you some truck from our farms; we thought you might relish it. But it’s such a terrible year that we ain’t got any green stuff.”’ “I'm very much obliged for your kind- ness,’’ the other replied, still at sea as to the meaning of their visit. ‘It’s very dry -—Nankitt is extremely dusty. ‘‘We are knee-deep in the dust out our way,’’ Snow put in, ‘‘and we're needing rain powerful bad. The grass ain’t no juice in it, and the woman folks have to wash in hard water and even that has to be brought in barrels.”’ It is not so easy to ask aid of Father Bliss as he thought it would be. He glanced at his fellow suppliants, who grinned or looked sheepish. according to their natures. He rubbed his chin and gave his collar a twist, then bégan not ir- reverently, though his words were plain : ‘‘Father Bliss, we’ve come to see if yon wouldn’t pray that we might have a little rain out our way ; we need about three inches. We ain’t come here making fun, though it does seem kinda queer ; but we know you had a power of prayer and we ask if you won't try to help us. You have a great name for bringing rain.” At this testimony the old man raised his head ; pride was struggling with his usual humble spirit. ‘‘You know brother Snow, that I am but the instrument,”” he said. but I don’t deny that I have always been right successful,’’ he continued, the pride of achievement again lighting his eyes. “You understand, I hope, that I would pray just as fervently if you h.d come empty-handed—not that your gifts are not welcome to my wife and me. But I cannot be bought.’ “Ot course we understand,” Snow re- plied. ‘‘In your time you done enough for us all that we oughta bring you half our crops—I don’t know what we’da done when I was a young fellow if we hadn’t had you to come round and marry us and bury us. But you will pray for rain.” *‘Yes,”” Father Bliss answered, ‘‘with all my heart.”’ - The suppliant again shook hands wit him and thanked him for the boon he had promised. The old man was serene—he had no fear as to his power. The delegation creaked down the nar- row boardwalk with a care for the flowers that bordered it on both sides. Francois touched Snow on the elbow. ‘‘When come de rain dat de ole man promise ?’’ *‘In a day or two,”’ he replied. Francois looked up at the sky and sniffed the dust-laden air ; hc had been much dis- appointed at the simplicity of the suppli- cati m ; he had expected some ceremony which he would not comprehend. ‘I he- lieve in de rain wen I feel my hand wet,” he said, with a skeptical shrug and out- stretched palms. “It ull come,’’ Snow said, in debp con- viction. : During the night succeeding the second day the farmers of Big Prairie were awak- ened by the hiss of rain on the roofs and the splatter of water as it fell into barrels set at the corners of the house. Old man Snow listened a moment, smiling in the darkness ; it was one more triumph over the enemy. He imagined he could hear the parched earth drinking like a thirsty man, in long, gurgling gulps. -*‘He brung it,’’ he said aloud, and turned over to sleep.—Chicago News. A Village in Itself. One New York Building Which Has Many People in It. s If you enter one of the largest office buildings and go up and down and around in it, you will see that itis not a mere house, but almost a town in itself. It nearly covers the space of an entire city block. Thirty-two elevators serve the per- sons and the wants of its denizens and their visitors, and they carry some 40,000 pas- sengers each day. The great business con- cern which owns it fills a whole floor, with halls as big as churches and regiments of clerks. On the other floors live many another big company and many an indi- vidual doing a big business of this sort or that ; and their number will not amaze you as much as the luxury with which prosaic tasks of money making now surround them- selves. I wonder sometimes what my grandfather would have thought of it. No one in New York did business in a bigger way than be, sending his famous clipper ships to enrich the world and traffic in a score of ports. Yet when my father began to clerk for him the first of his duties was to sand his office floor, and I can remember how small and plain was this office, even at a much later day, with the bowspirits of vessels almost poking themselves in at the window as they lay along the border of South street. The people who dwell in the typical of- fice building of to-day walk about on pol- ished marble floors ; the government has given them a postoffice just for themselves ; a big library and a resturant exclusively serve the lawyers among them ; another resturant generously serves whomsoever may wish to eat ; there are rows of shops in the huge, barrel-vaulted main hall ; there are barbers’ rooms and bootblacks’ rooms, and so forth and so on. You can almost believe that a man might live in this building, going forth only to sleep, and be supplied with pretty much everything he need desire, except the domestic affec- tions, a church and a theatre. It seems rather surprising, indeed, that a missionary chapel has not been started in one of its corners and a roof garden for daytime per- formauces up on the hilltop called its roof. But up on this roof you may find the bu- reau which breeds our weather for us, and down in its underground stories, in the very entrails of earth, you may confident- ly leave it your wealth to guard. Truly, the steel-clad burrows of a great safe deposit company look capacious enough to contain all the wealth of New York, and whether your share of it be large or small, your needs can be exactly met. You may hire a safe so little that a diamond necklace would almost fill it, or so big thatit isa good-sized room, and its rent means the in- ¢ come of a good-sized fortune—§7,000 or so per annum. Narrow lane arfer lane is walled by tiers of these safes, as streets are walled by house fronts ; there isa second story below the first, and there are other places where other things than gold and silver, precious papers and jewels may be stored. There are rooms full of trunks, and I remember a big one with the sweat of steam glistening on its walls.and ceil- ings, which was filled full and heaped and piled with bales of a shining and cream- colored stuff—raw silk, costly and also per- ishable, needing to be kept perpetually moist lest it lose its pliability. When in this treasure house of uncount- able riches we see marble floors which can be lifted by levers so that they lie against the bases of doors impregnable without them, and vents which can throw curtains of scalding steam down upon the head of anyone who may try to tamper with them, it seems as though the days of Oriental ma- gicians had returned, with conspicuous modern improvements. Of course there are rows and rows of little cabinets where Croesus may handle his wealth very pri- vately, and fine large waiting rooms, too, all shut in by gates and bars and pass- words. “The ladies’ waiting room is a great con- venience,’’ said the gray-coated guardian one day. ‘“When gentlemen bring their wives down town and have business to do elsewhere, it’s a nice place to leave them in.”” So itis; but if it is much used for this purpose, I hope that its niceness, ‘not. its terrific security, determines the fact. Bradstreets Gloomy Review of Trade for Last Week. Bradstreet’s financial bulletin for the week ending on Saturday said : While the week is not without favorable features, unfavorable influences have been more numerous. Leading money markets show no impr ment. Mercantile collections continue slow and the volume of ‘ funds of- fered is in excess of demands for discounts. The tendency of investments to improve has temporarily disappeared under the in- fluence of the supreme court ‘‘anti-trust decision,’’ which apparently threatens ar- rangements for the maintenance of rail- way rates, as well as railway trades union activity, so far as it may affect interstate commerce. The tendency of prices is downward, quotations being lower for wheat, corn, oats, coffee, cotton and for. pig iron and steel billets, on the outlook for lower priced ore. The market for staples is higher, includ- ing wool, raw sugar, petroleum and tur- pentine. Prices are unchanged for print cloths, refined sugar, lard and pork. Re- cent activity in raw wool continues and the prospect for an increased tariff on im- ported woolens caused merchants to pur- chase American goods more freely. Bank clearings are disappointing, being 6.6 per cent. less than last week. Failures throughout the United States were 231 this week, compared with 276 in the like week last year. Dies from Hydrophobia. A Braddock Man Bitten by a Dog Expires in Terrible Agony. * Philip James, of Braddock, died in ter- rible agony at the West Penn Hospital Pittsburg, Saturday morning of hydropho- bia, caused by the bite of a mad dog. James, who resides on the outskirts of the town, had about three weeks ago driven to Braddock to make some purchases. Coming out of a store he found a very small dog in his buggy. Whenever he went near the animal showed its teeth and snapped and snatched savagely at him. Finally James grabbed the dog and threw it from the buggy. Ashe did so the dog sank its teeth into the fleshy part of James’ right hand. ou a TR A Great Resort. It was a matter of very great regret with the editors during their recent visit South that the itinerary or route programe, could not be changed so as to admit of a half day’s stay at Eureka Springs. This now famous health resort is reached by the Eu- reka Springs Railway, from Seligman, on the St. Louis & San Francisco railroad, through which we passed. We had not re- covered entirely from the sight and appe- tizing appreciation of Harvey’s—the road's eating house manager—splendid breakfast at Monett before the word was passed that we were within a few miles only of Eureka Springs. The fame of the place was not unknown to many of us. Hence the general interest grew the more the subject was talked of. The trip over the Springs railway is of itself worth taking owing to its views of mountain gorge and pine-clothed slopes. Here are to be seen some of the grand ‘‘passes’’ along the pic- turesque White River of Arkansas. Eure- ka is the place where Messrs R. E. Brown- ell and D. D. Chidester, of Chicago, and Dr. C. E. Davis, of Eureka, have planned and are now laying off the foundation for a sanitarium. Here is one of the homes of the International Teachers’ Association. This is open now in temporary quarters un- der charge of Mrs. Elizabeth Anderson. The $20,000 stone home is going up on as pretty a site as one can imagine, on top of a mountain from whose base flows the Mag- netic Spring, which has never failed in cur- ing most any kind of functional or blood disease. It is a specific for all kidney troubles. Eureka is built on hillsides and along pointed peaks. Streets are winding and all ‘awry, in order to conform'to the lay of the land. But each pretty house, each business block is accessible from some kind of well kept street or byway. An electric street car line winds about from one end of the town to the other, affording a ride which for odd scenery and fine views for convenience and for safety along sur- prising slopes, is not duplicated anywhere in America. This most remarkable street railway ascends from its lowest elevation to its highest, some 500 feet, and just at the highest point lands you at the Crescent Hotel, a modern structure of gray stone, ornate and beautiful. fullfilling all the needs of the most exacting traveler. A Chicago man, Mr. John Oliver Plank, will open it March 1st. He is the prince of ca- terers, the newspaper man’s friend, who has for so long managed the Mountain House and the Montezuma Hotel at Hot Springs, N. M. It is a remarkable fact concerning the Eureka Springs that they will cure kidney troubles in any form. Few cases of sore eyes treated by the water have been known to give any more trouble. It is no wonder that the accounts given of Eureka are so unanimous in their praise, for along the line of this voad a person may be seen at every turn who has felt the effect of the curvative waters. Not the least singular feature of the town is its brick, stone and other substantial building ma- terial. All this is found in these mount- ains. Hence the city is. fresh and bright looking. Such a development was never dreamed of till the waters were discovered. When this event occurred, as usual with fa- mous waters, by a mere accident, the judg- ment of knowing ones suggested that the town be built to stay, and this has been done. i It is a homely fact to be sure, but worth recording, that this is the land of chickens and eggs. Why, no one can explain. But you may revel here in the fattest domestic feathered food at $1.25 per dozen. The other product of this barnyard bird sells for 10 cents a dozen. When the average edit- or and hard worked preacher reflects a mo- ment on these figures, especially if he hails from the bailiwick of Chicago, New York, or any other big city, he will envy the Eu- reka man who has fried chicken to ‘‘throw at birds.” From the Crescent Hotel one may get a view of Pea Ridge Mountain, the scene of one of the battles of the Civil War. Other views within twelve miles of Eu- reka Springs are: Pond Mountain, pro- nounced unequaled for its kind in the Uni- ted States ; Grand View ; a point overlook- ing the winding valley of King’s River and the sparkling Osage ; Pivot Rock, Bennet’s Cave (called the Four-mile Cave), Blue Spring, Roaring River, and the Narrows and the Cedar Cliffs on White River. Cigar and Cigarette. There may be room for doubt as to whether the better financial policy will not be by way of increasing the internal rev- enue duty on cigarettes rather than by add- ing to the duty on leaf tobacco. Few or no cigarettes are made from imported or high-priced tobacco; as a rule they are manufactured from the refuse ‘‘butts’’ of partially consumed cigars. What adds to the price of cigars tends to increase the consumption of cigarettes. It is all but certain that an increase of duty on im- ported tobacco will encourage the home growth and ultimately will lead to the production of cigars in the United States equal to those now made in Havana—pro- vided always that the cigarette does not crowd the cigar to the wall. Such an event is fraught with danger to agriculture. manufactures, trade and commerce, as well as to the health of the public. The in- crease of duty on leaf tobacco suggests the need of additional internal revenue duty on cigarettes. Comparing the tobacco products of 1896 with those of 1885, it appears that the number of cigars made in the United States has decreased by 54,956,660, while the number of cigarettes has increased by 323,- 687,340. The total number of cigars manu- factured in this country during the last fiscal year was 4,125,985,330 ; the number of cigarettes was 4,097,908,500. The cigar still is more generally used than the cig- arette, but the sale of cigars decreases per- ceptibly, while that of cigarettes increases at an almost fabulous rate. We do not care to discuss the moral or hygienic effects of the use of tobacco. It is quite certain that a fair share of nonagen- arians gid centenarians of the day are to- bacco Wsers. It is very doubtful if the parson or elder or deacon of to-day who eschews the weed and denounces its use is himself a better man or exercises more or better influence upon the world than his pipe-smoking sire or grandsire. The fact is that the use of tobacco increases, and in- creases in its most dangerous form. The cigarette is more to be feared than the cigar. Moreover, the cigar manufacturer pays higher wages to his employes ; pays more money to the tobacco grower and contributes more to the revenue of the country than the cigarette maker. Of two evils, admitting—though many will not admit—that the use of tobacco is an evil, the evil of the cigarette is greater than that of the cigar. — “A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds” — That used to be the way ; But he that blows his bugle best Is pretty sure to leave the rest Away behind, to-day. * —8leveland Leader. Dr. Sswvallow Found Guilty in His Sec- ond Libel Suit. © Rev. Dr. Silas C. Swallow editor of the Pennsylvania Methodist, has been found guilty of criminal libel in the suit brought by captain John C. Delaney, superintend- ent of public buildings and grounds. The jury came in Thursday night with a sealed verdict, which was not opened until court convened Friday morning, Counsel for the defense moved for a new trial, and was given ten days within which to file the rea- sons. Dr. Swallow, through the medium of his paper, charged that captain Delaney had been given presents. .by different con- tractors to whom he had given contracts. LETTER FROM SWALLOW. On Friday evening Dr. Swallow addresig ed an open letter to Governor Hastings. In brief the letter, which is defiant in its lan- guage, says that the Governor is cognizant that men in the employ of the state are wrongdoers and says: ‘‘No one knows better than do you that you have wrong- doers, your creatures filling important places in the service of the state.” Dr. Swallow calls attention to the fact that suits were not brought on all of the alle- gations of the Pennsylvania Methodist. ‘‘One of our, witnesses,’ the letter continues, ‘‘who was positive at the outset that he knew of fraud in bidding and of an at- tempt to bribe him for $300, was shortly after we were sued, given a state contract and suddenly became a know-nothing. Another was given additional state work. Another was labored with by one of the prosecutors till a late hour of night and went over to the other side.” In conclusion the letter says : “We sug- gest to you the following : ‘‘First—Dismiss prosecute and punish the ring-leaders. Second—Appoint a committee of three citizens, tried and true, to receive and act as custodian for any conscience money, furniture or other state property that may be returned during the period of restitution that should immediately follow such an announcement. “*Third—Devise some plan for prevent- ing the possibility of such wrongdoing in the future. ‘I state what I know when I write that such property is scattered over the entire state and is to be found in the homes and offices of politicians, judges, lawyers, state and national officials, otherwise reputable people, in all grades of life, and also in the house of ‘her whose feet take hold on hell.’ ‘‘Prosecutions for libel will not stop the revolution now in progress and ‘revolu- tions never move backward.” We must be taught by object lessons, if we will not be taught by revelation, that it is as much a violation of the Eighth Commandment to take unlawfully any part of the aggregated contributions for public uses of 3,000,000 of people, or of 60,000,000, as it is to take it from one individual. Trade With Canada and Mexico. There is no trade quite so profitable as next door trade. Trade with Canada or with Mexico in carried on at much greater advantage than trade with England, France or Germany. ‘Fhe trade of New York, New England, Pennsylvania, Ohio and all the lake shore States with Canada and the trade of Louisana, Arkansas, Texas and California with Mexico is more readily managed and is more in consonance with the laws of trade gravitation than is trade hetween widely separated parts of the Union. It may be set down as a commercial max- im that there is no trading where there is not resulting mutual advantage to the trad- ers. Whilst the experiment of reciprocal trade with Canada lasted the exchange of commodites grew apace. Before the pas- sage of the McKinley act of 1890 the ex- ports from Canada to the United States were as large as the exports of that coun- try to Great Britian, and we enjoyed an answering market in Canada for our pro- ducts. Since 1890 we have driven Cana- dian export trade to Great Britian, until it exceeds the exports to this country three times. The excess in favor of Great Brit- ain is over $20,000,000. Our farmers should understand that they do not escape Canadian competition by driving Canadian wheat, barley and other farm products into the Liverpool market. They might better meet Canadian com- petition at Buffalo, Detroit or Duluth, and buy from the Canadians cheaper lumber and fish. A tariff war such as the Dingley schedules will precipitate between this na- tion and adjoining nationalities will ad- vantage nobody. It will be precisely as if a string of custom houses should be erected between Pennsylvania and New Jersey or between Ohio and Indiana to carry and obstruct the free trade which the people of those States now enjoy. The failure of our government to enter into new reciprocity arrangements with Canada and Mexico, and to pull down every obstruction to the exchange of com- modities in so far as it might be able to obtain the consent of the governments of those countries, is a failure not only of statesmanship but of ordinary horse-trading capacity.— Record. . For the Dressing Table. A List of Convenient Toilet Articles for Sensible Girls. . A sensible girl will not keep a lot of cos- metics and drugs on her toilet table, but there are a few articles she should always have in a convenient place. She should have an array of glass stop- pered bottles containing alcohol, camphor, glycerine or vaseline, alum, borax and am- monia. A little camphor and water should be used as a wash for the mouth and throat if the breath is not sweet. Powdered alum applied toa fever sore will prevent it from becoming unsightly or noticeable. Insect stings or eruptions on the skin are relieved hy alcohol. A few grains of alum in tepid water will relieve those whose hands perspire freely. A few drops of sulphuric acid in the water are also beneficial for this purpose, as well as desirable for washing the feet when they perspire freoly. - | In addition to the soap for bathing, white Castile should be kept for washing the hair. Occasionally a little borax or ammonia may be used for this-purpose, but care should be taken in their application as they are rather harsh in their effects. A little fresh cold cream should he kept on the toilet table during the cold weather, and applied to the lips and hands every night if the skin seems at all rough or chapped. ——Another $5 fine for expectorating on the floor of a car, has been imposed on a Philadelphia spitter, contrary to the rules of etiquette and the peace and dignity of the Woman’s Health Association. This is the second case tried and the second conviction secured. Anarchists and men with dark brown tastes in their mouths will now rise to defend the great American spitter. FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN" How few women one sees who have ap- parently studied out and made the best of themselves in the matter of hair dressing ; that is, women in private life. The actress is fully alive and up to the possibilities of a becoming coiffure. . The matter of arranging the hair seems to suggest nothing to the great mass of women. The big picture hat, the tiny toque, the severe sailor, are all placed above locks ar- ranged without the slightest attention to the needs of the head covering in the way of bringing out its adaptability and beauty. Have you not shopped beside the woman who draws all her back hair straight up the back of her head in a manner that sug- L gests to your distressed vision nothing so much as the rear wall of a country barn? The front arrangement is equally atrocious, being scalped back as tightly as her brush will allow, displaying in many instances a high, knobby forehead, the whole sur- mounted by a flat batter-cake of hair on the very top of the head. Over this a picture hat will as often as not be placed, or worse still, a severe sai- lor. Can the woman wonder if the behold- er finds her the reverse of fair to look upon ? Then you will motice one woman who gathers her really pretty hair into a long plait, combing it severely back from her countenance and winding it around in a small ball just above the nape of her neck. Into this plaited ball she sticks many hair pins of an assorted variety, notably and most conspicuously big, square, silver ones, surmounting all by a heavy comb affair that snggests nothing so much as a manor gate. This is the woman who wears flow- ers under her hat brim, utterly and severe- ly regardless of the incongruity between her coiffure and her headgear. There is yet another variety more preva- lent than either of the others. It is the woman who simply twists her hair at an unbecoming angle, gathering it back in one mass, over which arrangement no headgear could by any chance be becoming. A lit- tle study would soon enable each individ- ual to determine what style of coiffure best suited both the shape and expression of her features. A very charming arrangement suitable and becoming without the hat be- comes grotesque when the headgear is placed above it. ’ The hat must be studied and its relation to the arrangement of the hair, even the stiff sailor making a better and more becoming appearance for a few tendrils of hair stray- Ing In picturesque order over the brow, the hair drawn out a little over the ears and the knot placed at a becoming angle at the back of the head. The large garden hat, when placed over strictly smooth and polished locks loses half its charm and beauty. To get the best effect the hair should be arranged softly, pulled in puff, slightly waved, over the ears and at the nape of the neck. The quantities of trimming placed under the brims of these large hats purposely to rest upon and contrast with the hair, render elaborate coiffures imperative. In doing or arranging the hair, be particular about the sort of hairpin you use. If the hair is dark, use the dark pins about two inches long, press them well into the hair so that none of the ends will protrude and so that the hair will not have that plastered look against the head. Avoid the large metal abominations that suggest the chignon nailed to the head. If the hair is light the gilded hairpin should be used and in any case they should be well hidden, this being an instance where the beauty of the hair being unadorned, at least by hairpins, is adorned the most. _ Another point that women should study in the arrangement of the hair is the nape of the neck. If thispart of her person happens to be particularly pretty she can dress her hair to her own taste. But if it happens as it does in so many instances, that there are prudential reasons for concealing the nape, then careful attention should be giv- en the back arrangement. If the hair is liked high, comb the hair well down, gather it in the left hand at the nape of the neck and give it a dexterous twist, pull the twist down while holding the hair with the left hand, pin it and ar- range the balance in puffs or loops as de- sired. This arrangement breaks the great expanse of plain hair with a gently waving twist, giving an appearance of a very full suit of hair. In arranging the hair in a Psyche knot always pull a soft, lower puff toward the neck, it is greatly more becoming than to pull the hair tight and plain. In trying on your hat study the back view as carefully as the front, rejecting any shape that is not as becoming back as front. An unbecoming arrangement will some- times disillusion the charm cast by the very pretty face. To make linen beautifully white use re- fined borax in the water instead of soda or washing powder. A large handful of pow- dered borax to ten gallons of boiling water is a proportion, then you will save one half in soap by this method. Borax being a natural salt, does not injure in the slight- est degree the texture of the linen and will soften.the hardest water. For street wear the military jacket will be ‘as popular as ever. braided to give the. a broad effect. ; smart jackets have only the frogs in front, but then there are some which are completety covered with braiding—the sou- tache sewed on at the edge. ‘There will al- so be in fashion the perfectly plain coat, mediam length, with tight-fitting back and loose fronts. For ‘older women the blazer styles with fronts faced with silk and edged with passementerie. One other style which came in this winter and will again be worn, this spring has velvet revers. and the velvet is embroidered with jet. These revers on plain cloth jackets are immensely smart and becoming. A dark blue cash- mere costume has one of the jackets made of smooth cloth and the revers of the vel- vet. It has just been imported and is evi- dently one of the favorite styles. Pique jackets entirely covered with beaid will be more fashionable, and the braiding makes delightful fancy work, as 1t is easy and goes on quickly. . - Boleros, figatros and many odd little af- fairs not dignified with any name, continue to be a jov and delight to those women who find it necessary to remodel last year’s waists. It is most surprising how one of these boleros will transform a waist that has seemed altogether passe. Passemen- terie and openwork embroidery are now made into these jackets which are consid- ered appropriate with gowns of any and all materials. Last year’s summer silks come out like new under their kindly aid. Light silks wili; with the black jacket on, look smart enough for any occasion, while the heavy, coarse white laces will give a dressy look to the sombre waists that will make them more becdming than when they first made their appearance. . Jacket fronts are often used on waists when the entire jacket would look too heavy. These fronts are quite inexpensive, and almost invariably becoming. Some exceedingly- I