Demorvaic ada
Bellefonte, Pa., Jan. 21, 1898.
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TWO VERDICTS.
She was a woman, worn and thin,
Whom the world condemned for a single
sin.
They cast her out on the King’s highway,
And passed her by as they went to pray.
He was a man, and more to blame,
But the world spared him a breath ot
shame.
Under his feet he saw her lie,
But raised his head and passed her by.
They were the people who went to pray
At the temple of God on a holy day.
They scorned the woman, forgave the
man—
It was ever thus since the world began.
Time passed on and the woman died,
On the cross of shame she was crucified;
But the world was stern and would not
yield,
8o they buried her in a Potter's Field.
The man died, too, and they buried him
In a casket of cloth, with a silver rim;
And said, as they turned from his grave
away :
“We have buried an honest man to-day.”
Two mortals, knocking at Heaven's gate,
Stood face to face to inquire their fate 3
He carried a passport with earth ly sign,
And she a pardon from Love Divine.
O! ye who judge ’twixt virtue and vice,
Which, think you entered Paradise ?
Not he whom the world had said would win,
For the woman alone was ushered in.
— Arthur Lewis Tubbs.
A MOMENTOUS INTERRUPTION.
‘‘The theory is fine and you have acted
your part of bachelor-girl charmingly,
dear, but the play grows long. Is it not
time for the curtain ?’’
*‘You mean I ought to marry ?’’
‘‘Exactly, dear.”’
“Whom would you suggest ?”’
There was a faint tinge of bitterness in
her voice that did not escape the sharp
featured little lady in the arm chair at the
other side of the grate.
‘Now, Marion, don’t be prickly. I am
simply speaking for your own good. I am
old, so old I can afford to say so frankly.
You have no other relation, not even a
stray cousin. When I am gone, youn will
be quite alone. It is terrible to be a truly
lonely woman. Iknow,”’ the speaker nod-
ded her head emphatically.
‘“You have never spoken this way before
grandmother.”’
‘I have thought of it for along time,
ever since—’’ . :
‘‘Eversince Mrs. Gale asked you whether
this was my fourth or fifth season,” tart-
ness was plainly visible now.
“I know you have never thought, Mar-
ion. Why should you? Are you not as
beautiful and popular as the day you made
your debut ?’’
Marion moved uneasily in her chair,
then moved to a low stool at her compan-
ion’s feet. There was silence for some mo-
ments. The older woman gently stroked
the pretty head at her knee.
At last, Marion said, slowly and with an
effort :
‘‘I have thought about it. I am as bean-
tiful as ever, but popular? Oh, no?
Where there were ten to admire there are
now only two.”’
Mrs. Marston’s restless eyes grew soft
as they rested for a moment on her beloved
grand-daughter. But she believed in heroic
treatment and as she spoke they shone
with a hard brightness that hid the tender-
ness of her heart.
“You see, I am right ; the play is long.
The audience is slipping away. You had
best take one captive, or you will soon be
playing to an empty house.’’
‘‘An artistic speech ! Shall I applaud,’
cried Marion, springing to her feet.
‘‘But what would you say grandmother,
if your advice came too late? Suppose—"’
‘Marion, don’t tell me you have refused
them both,”” the old lady’s tone was al-
most tragic and she looked anxiously at
the tall, handsome girl before her.
‘Oh, no. But tell me ; why should I be
lonely if I donot marry ? Other women
are not. Look at Kate James and Grace
Maynard.”
‘Loneliness is horrible—horrible! To
feel that you have no one—nothing, but
yourself to live for is terrible. Miss James
has sisters and brothers and a score of
nieces and nephews. You haven’t a rela-
tive in the world but me. Miss Maynard
has her music. Think of her glorious
voice. It is a companion and friend in it-
self. You have nothing. You have tried
many things and——"’
*‘Failed, utterly failed. Don’t hesitate
tosay it. I have known ita long time in
secret. It does me good to hear it. Say
it again, ‘‘Marion Groveland, you are a
failure. You tried to paint and daubed ;
you tried to sing and squeaked painfully ;
you attempted literature, and oh, that was
the most humiliating failure of all! But
no one knows save you and I,’ and the girl
laughed.
Marion, Marion child, you have forgot-
ten. You made the most cozy, happy
home in the world for an old woman.
Your art is home-making, dear. Try and
exercise that talent for the benefit of some
good man,” the old lady spoke softly as
she placed her hand lovingly on the young
girl’s arm. ‘‘Marion, they both love you.
Promise me you will marry one of them.?”’
‘Yes, I promise. Do you care which
one? Iam sure I don’t.
*‘Oh, don’t talk that way, child, it hurts
me. I thought you liked them both.’’
“I do. There is where the difficulty lies
or rather the solution. Either would
make a model husband and I like both
equally well.”
Mrs. Marston looked at her searchingly.
. There was doubt in every one of her with-
ered features. Marion was glad the dusk
hid the rising blush which gave the lie to
her words. She kissed the upturned
face and left the room.
On reaching her own room she placed
herself before the long cheval-glass and
looked intently at the reflection. A
pleased smile dimpled at the corners of her
mouth. She was very beautiful and she
reveled in the thought of it. Each sepa-
rate charm of her face and form gave her
pleasure.
Beauty charms quickly. Added to her
fairness Marion possessed a wondrous fas-
cination which would last even after her
mere outward beauty faded. Either of the
men she might choose loved her, and as for
herself she had often said that love was
nothing more nor less than the harmonious
adjustment of two natures; and was she
not noted for her adaptability.
“Dear grandmother,”” she murmured,
‘‘she thinks all I have to do is to make a
sign to have either or both at my feet.*’
A slight smile of acquiescence in her
grandmother’s belief stole over her face
only to have its brightness hidden at a sud-
den unpleasant remembrance.
‘‘He has not been here for weeks,” she
thought, ‘‘and they say he goes very often
to see Grace Maynard. Ah, I must write
him a note asking him to drop in and have
tea with me to-morrow and tell him what
became of the tale he was reading to me.”’
She had said both were of equal impor-
tance to her, yet she only thought of one.
* * * *
“Is it one or two lumps? I always for-
get,’’ she held the sugar tongs poised above
the sugar-bowl.
Carl Keith was admiring the turn of the
pretty wrist and did not hear the question.
For twe or three years he had been in the
habit of dropping in of an afternoon to
read the manuscripts of his quaint stories
to this clever, gentle critic. He had been
eagerly pursuing the phantom of fame to
capture and lay itat her feet.
Now that at last it seemed as though his
long dream was about to end in a sublime-
ly happy reality, he felt tongue-tied and
sat in silent adoration.
He twisted his gloves and drank innum-
erable cups of tea and indulged in scrappy
bits of conversation on every subject save
the one nearest his heart.
‘“There is something you wish to tell
me,’’ she said, asshe dropped a piece of
lemon into his fifth cup of tea.
“Yes,” the soft inflexion of encouraging
interest in the word gave him the opening
he sought.
He threw back his head and a proud ex-
ultant light shone in his eyes as he said :
“I wanted you to know it first of all. I
wanted yours to be the first words of con-
gratulation.”’
Marion set her cup down somewhat nois-
ily. Rumor was true then. He was en-
gaged to Grace Maynard, and had come to
tell her. It seemed such a short time ago
that it had been herself who had received
all his time and attention. Was her feel-
ing for him the same as for the other?
Where now was her theory of adjustment ?
Why this unaccountable tightness about
her heart? Her lips were dry and she was
conscious of moistening them before she
spoke.
“I amso glad—’’ she began, and then
the portiere was drawn aside and the maid
announced :
‘Mr. Ralph Craig.”
The two men were old friends and greet-
ed each other heartily. For a short time
the trio talked together. At the door Carl
said :
I'll be in in a day or so and tell you all
about it.’
As she chatted with Ralph, Marion
thought what a fine looking man he was
and how splendid his eyes were. She won-
dered in a vague way that she could not re-
call Carl’s eyes at all.
Coming into the club a few days later
Ralph found Carl seated in the reading
room looking with loving admiration at a
neatly bound volume he held in hls hand.
‘‘Oh, your book! Congratulations, old
fellow ! I'm delighted for you.”
“Yes, my first book, my first stepping-
stone to fame and——’’
“Your in luck, but nothing compared
with me,’’ and Ralph told his story.
Carl listened and his congratulations
were full of good will. Ralph was too ex-
uberantly happy to notice any dullness of
tone.
When Ralph had gone, Carl let his cher-
ished book lie unheeded on the table. He
took a note from his pocket, read it through
slowly, struck a match. and touching it to
h jhe paper, he watched it burn and blacken.
A last tiny jet of flame reached up and
scorched his finger.
charred bits flutter slowly to the ground.
Then he looked at the burn on his finger.
It was all that remained of his vanished
fair sweet dream.—Gilbert Holt.
Nuts and Fruit for Brain Workers.
Blanched almonds give the higher nerve
or brain and muscle food, no heat or waste.
Walnuts give nerve or brain food, muscle,
heat and waste. Pine kernels give heat
and stay. They serve as a substitute for
bread. Green water grapes are blood puri-
fying(but of little food value) reject pips
and skins. Blue grapes are feeding and
blood purifying; too rich for those who suf-
fer from the liver. Tomatoes—higher
nerve or brain food and no waste; no heat;
they are thinning and stimulating; do not
swallow skins, Juicy fruits give more or
less the higher nerve or brain, and some
few mu-cle food and waste; no heat. Ap-
ples supply the higher nerve and muscle
food ; but do not give stay. Prunes afford
the highest nerve or brain food ;supply heat
‘and waste but are not muscle-feeding.
They should be avoided by those who suf-
fer from the liver. Oranges are refreshing
and feeding, but are not good if the liver
is out of order. Green figs are excellent
food. Dried figs contain nerve and muscle
food, heat and waste, but are bad for the
liver. The great majority of small fresh
seed fruits are laxative. All stone fruits
are considered to be injurious for those who
suffer from the liver, and should be used
cautiously. Lemons and tomatoes should
not be used daily in cold weather; they
have a thinning and cooling effect. Raisins
are stimulating in proportion to their qual-
ity.—Good Housekeeping.
Church Figures.
The annual compilation of church sta-
tistics made by the New York Independent
shows that about one-third of the 25,919,-
027 communicants in the United States are
Roman Catholics. The most numerous
Protestant denomination isthe Methodist,
with 5,735,898, while the Baptists are
second (including their multifarious sub-
divisions), with 4,175,300. The next in
order are the Lutherans, with 1,507,466,
and then follow the Presbyterians, who
number 1,490,162 ; the Disciples of Christ,
with a total of 1,051,079 ; the Episcopa-
lians, with 658,640, and the Congregation-
alists, with 630,000. The numerical
equality of the last two churches has been
continued for a number of years, though
the Episcopalians appear to be gaining a
little on their Puritan brethren. The Uni-
tarians, despite their recent efforts to in-
crease the number of their adherents, are
practically at a standstill, with only 70,-
000 members, while there are but 51,025
Universalists all told. The total number
of communicants in all the churches is
enormous—more than 25,000,000 ; but that
is scarcely more than one-third the popula-
tion of the country. What is the religious
status of the other 50,000,000.— Providence
Journal.
The Trial of Sheriff Martin.
The trial of Sheriff James Martin and
his eighty deputies, charged with the fel-
onious wounding of strikers at Lattimer,
has been set down for Tuesday, January
25th. About seventy-five witnesses will
be subpcenaed and the best legal talent in
the State will be employed on both sides.
——Subscribe for the WATCHMAN.
He watched the.
Famine in Cuba.
Two Hundred Thousand Persons in Sorest Distress.
Thousands Have Starved to Death—No Measures of
Relief Possible Under Spanish Rule—Heartrending
Scenes.
A correspondent of the New York Jour-
nal writes from Cienfuegos, Cuba, as fol-
lows :
Christmas and New Year’s in war stricken
Cuba, the two great fiestas of the Cubans,
Noche Bueno and Ano Nueva, usually
scenes of rejoicing, this year presented a
striking irony for a period of peace on earth
and good will to man. Havana Spaniards
were en fete, but in the interior the holi-
days were celebrated by the moans of the
starving and the wails of those mourning
their dead. Cuba has been visited by an
unprecedented cold wave, which has in-
creased the sufferings of the reconcentrades
tenfold, and its continuance will simply
hurry the inevitable end and cut short the
agony of hundreds whom human hand can
never save.
The correspondent just returned from a
hasty tour through the provinces of Span-
ish Cuba, first in Pinar del Rioand Havana,
and later through Matanzas and Santa
Clara.
From Havana to Matanzas there is an
unbroken line of filthy settlements, from
which grim spectres once human crawl
forth and supplicate with bony arms and
claw-like fingers for alms that are seldom
forthcoming. At Campo Florida and Ju-
raco the scenes are indescriable. Down in
the south also, Bejucal, San Felipe, Guines
and many less important towns I was hor-
rified to find how few reconcentrades were
left since my last visit in August. In
Matanzas city the conditions are fearful.
The pacificos’ settlement is on high ground
and therefore healthy, but disease has only
spared these women and children for the
worse starvation and the streets are full of
semi-naked skeletons clamoring for bread.
The guerrillas at each town were ex-
ceedingly active, and though a few old
men venture beyond the limits to dig for
sweet potatoes, no white woman or child
dares accompany them, though open per-
mission is given. What use their risking
outrage and murder, only to be deprived
of the scanty gleanings by the first armed
band they meet or at the ports 2? Might is
right here, and the starving Spanish soldier
cannot be harshly blamed for the appro-
priation.
At Limonar a few negroes enly remain ;
the better class of whites are all dead. At
Perico there are 300 left from 4,000. At
Jovellanos it is as bad, and after buying a
stock of hard biscuit at a wayside bodega,
the only food available, and starting to
distribute it, I precipitated a riot among
the starving, who fought even for crumbs
left in the mud after the scramble. At
Colon the same scene was repeated. Here
the police behaved with great brutality,
striking the tiny children with canes and
driving them from the street.
At Magagua a corporal of the guards
civil kicked a child who approached me
for relief, and answered my remonstrances
with the assurance that they were all
mambis or rebels. At San Pedre little
children are huddled in the damp corners
shaking with cold and silently starving,
their abdomens distended, their hair gone
and feet swelled. A good meal would kill
them.
At Cazcar I saw several bodies long
awaiting interment. I met one broken-
hearted father at La Jas carrying out his
two dead children in an old portmanteau.
On a plantation close by there were five
corpses in the first row of sheltets® and
vultures everywhere abound feasting on
the lightly covered hodies exposed by the
heavy rains.
In Santa Clara City people die in the
streets daily, and in Esperanza three-
fourths of the reconcentrados are dead, but
in the Sagua La Grande district things are
worse. Six thousand people are starving.
The reconcentraction there started and the
people are not yet decimated. There is no
food, and Oliveratte and Carrears, the
bloodiest guerrillas on the island, continue
their reign of terror. None dare venture
outside.
In Cruces I was assured there was no
distress, and I failed to see any until by
chance I found the reconcentrados beyond
the town cut off by a deep ditch and a rail-
way, which they are too weak to cross.
There are perhaps 250 left from 2,000, and
the residue are all woman and children in
the last stages.. The poor wretches simply
lay dying in horrible poltution, with no
hand to aid them, and it is difficult to
realize that they are human beings. At
Trinidad whole families have been exter-
minated. In one hut the swollen naked
body of a girl, aged sixteen, in an advanced
stage of decomposition, was discovered,
while the brother of fourteen lay by the
corpse nearly dead.
At Condada the settlement is now ‘‘un-
der ground,’’ as a Spanish sergeant grimly
remarked. Here, a few days ago, Lieu-
tenant Vasquez, of the Bai eu battalion,
met an old pacifico driving across the field
with six bodies ‘for burial. Despite all
remonstrances he seized the cart, threw
out the bodies and took it off to carry grass
for his horses. The dead lay in the field,
preyed on by buzzards, close to the town,
until moved by the alcalde.
Near Camarones I found a starving fam-
ily, the father nursing a son, whose leg
had been hacked off by the guerrillas be-
cause he refused to give up two sweet
potatoes he was taking home for his dying
sisters.
Near Cruces is Saint Marcos, once a fair
sized town, and now its inhabitants live
in two huts. This was one of the places
entirely wiped out by Weyler.
In Santa Domingo the distress is fearful.
The day before I visited the town an elder-
ly man was found asleep beyond the limits.
As they brought him in Captain Lasso rode
out and quietly cut the prisoner down.
He has since been recognized as Manuel
Fruitors, pacifico, who had gone out the
day before for vegetables, and was afraid
to pass the forts after sunset, and so slept
outside.
The prolongation of the war will surely
finish the extermination of the paecificos.
No relief sent from the United States can
really save them. There are now, about
200,000 in direst need. The Cubans open-
ly express the feeling that the administra-
tion that has allowed 600,000 people to be
exterminated without protest is now only
opening the relief fund to disarm those
favoring intervention. One thing is mani-
fest, the war is being carried on in the
interior as relentlessly as in Weyler’s
day and no real measures of relief are
possible under the Spanish rule.
——The mining plant which Duncan &
Spangler contemplate putting in their No.
8 mine at Hastings, Cambria county, will
consist of fifteen machines. Each of these
mechanical diggers is calculated to do the
work of about five men. Compressed air
is the motive power. The plant will cost
about $10,000 and is expected to be ready
for operation within six weeks.
A Family of Patriots.
Moses Chamberlain, of Milton Pa. and His Fath-
er Represent a Span of 160 Years. — Moses
Chamberlain, Whose Father Fought in the Bat-
tle of Germantown.
There lives in the town of Milton, in this
State an aged gentleman who unquestiona-
bly occupies the most unique distinction of
any living American ; this is Moses Cham-
berlain. His father was a colonel in the
Revolutionary War, and was the father of
twenty-three children, of whom Moses is
the youngest and the only survivor. His
brother Lewis, the first born, was killed by
his father’s side in the battle of German-
town, Pa., October 4th, 1777.
During the persecution of the Hugenots
a prominent Hugenot refugee named Tam-
berlain found his way to London, England.
Here he changed his name to an English
equivalent,Chamberlain, and continued to
reside in London until that city was dev-
astated by the Great Fire iu ‘1666. He
then emigrated to Ireland, where he died,
leaving a family.
Three sons of the refugee came to Amer-
ica near the beginning of the last cen-
tury, one of whom settled in Maine, anoth-
er in New York, and the third in New Jer-
sey.
Among the children of the Jerseyman,
whose given name is unknown, was Wil-
liam Chamberlain, born in Hunterdon
county, on September 25th, 1736, only a
few years after General George Washing-
ton.
William Chamberlain was a man of con-
siderable prominence. Upon the outbreak
of the war of the Revolution he at once en-
tered the field in the struggle for freedom.
He was ade lieutenant-colonel Septem-
ber 9th 1777, of the Second Regiment of
the New Jersey line, and took a prominent
part in the great conflict. In addition to
his services on the field he was often charged
with other responsibilities. In November,
1777, he was directed by Governor Living-
stone to report to Messis. Penn and Chew of
the Union Iron works of Trenton, N. J.,
and conduct them to the State council at
Worcester, Mass. At another time he was
was authorized to procure 10.000 flints for
the use of the army.
At the battle of Germantown Colonel
Chamberlain met with a heart-rendering
experience. Some time prior to the engage-
ment his eldest son, Lewis, then a boy of
18, and a non-combatant, was visiting his
father. A battle being imminent, the
father wished the boy to retire to a place
of safety, which the plucky fellow refused
to do. Procuring a gun, he took his place
in his father’s regiment asa volunteer.
During the battle he was struck by a can-
non ball, which shattered a knee, from the
effects of which he died on the field.
Colonel Chamberlain was the husband of
four wives, with each of whom he had a
family.
In 1791 Colonel Chamberlain removed to
Buffalo Valley, in (now) Union county,
Pennsylvania. He acquired an extensive
plantation on Buffalo Creek, afew miles
west of Lewisburg. He had a grist, saw,
and fulling mill on his place. and did an
extensive business. In this valley his
third wife died immediately upon his ar-
rival, and he married his fourth, Miss
Kimball, whose parents, with many other
Jersey people, had also recently arrived.
Several of Colonel Chamberlain’s children,
by his first marriages, also came to the
valley. Among them his son-in-law, John
Lawshe, whose descendants are numerous
and prominent.
Colonel! Chamberlain died August 21st,
1817, and was buried at Lewisburg. His
monument may be seen on the hill at the
west end of the cemetery, and itisa re-
markable circumstance that so many his-
toric personages are buried so close to his
own resting place. Only a few yards dis-
tant is the monument of Hon. Wm. Cam-
eron, brother of President Lincoln’s great
war secretary. A few rods south lies Col.
Henry Spyker, who was paymaster of the
Pennsylvania militia during the Revolu-
tionary war. He died only a few months
prior to Col. Chamberlain.
A few rods east lies the famous Revolu-
tionary hero, Colonel John Kelly, who
died February 18th, 1832, and has a mon-
ument. During the retreat of Washing-
ton across New Jersey Colonel (then Maj-
or) Kelly was ordered to destroy a bridge
in order to check the British advance.
This he did with his own hands, the bul-
lets of the enemy flying thick around him
as he fell with the bridge he had cut in
two into the stream, but he was not cap-
tured, as Lossing, in his field book of the
Revolution erronously says he was.
Moses, the last survivor of Colonel
Charmberlain’s family, presents some
unique historical features. He, with his
father represents a span of over 160 years.
His remarkable position will more plainly
appear when we know that two living
great-grand-children of Colonel Chamber-
lain—Mrs. David Slifer and her brother,
Hon. A. M. Lawshe. of Lewisburg—are
respectively 82 and 77 years of age. Moses
Chamberlain has, until recently, been a
stirring business man. He engaged in the
tanning, merchantile and lumbering busi-
ness, and now, at the advanced age of 85,
enjoys a well-earned rest.
He married first, in 1835, Miss Mary
Ann Corry, by whom he had two daught-
ers. His second wife was Jane Montgom-
ery Watson, whom he bad six child-
ren, of whom William and Frank, of Mil-
ton ; Caroline, wife of ex-Judge Furss, of
this place and James, of Harrisburg, sur-
vive.
Of Moses Chamberlain it may be said
that he is more than a mere relic of an in-
teresting past. He is keenly alive to the
spirit of the age, and in hearty sympathy
and touch with modern ideas.
During the civil war three brothers, sons
of John, and grandsons of Colonel Cham-
berlain, were officers, namely, Colonel
James Chamberlain, now residing in Nash-
ville, Tenn. Colonel Thomas Chamber-
lain, now in Philadelphia, and Captain
Wesley Chamberlain, of California.
REV. A. STAPLETON.
Why He Got a Pension.
Wm. P. Bane, who was a member of the
Ringgold cavalry during the civil war, has
been granted a pension of $30 per month.
He is 7 feet high and got the pension on
the ground that owing to his great size the
government was unable to provide him
with an overcoat during the cold weather
of his army service, and that because of
the lack of the needed garment he cought
cold and contracted rheumatism from
which he now suffers.— Lock Haven Demo-
crat.
Mrs. Anita McKee, of Jackson,
Miss., has asked president McKinley to
appoint her Collector of Internal Revenue
at New Orleans, La.
~——A public meeting has been called in
Williamsport to aid the suffering Cubans.
Sheriff Martin will act as custodian.
The Different Elms.
Four Species, All Different, and Yet Much Alike—
Their Values Compared.
The elms have become so conspicuous as
shade trees in’ certain sections of the coun-
try, especially in New England, that most
people take it for granted that an elm is an
elm, and one is about as good as another,
but the practical wood worker discriminates
very carefully between the different species
in ordering his supply of timber, and it
would be better for the future of our coun-
try if every individual planting an elm tree
should adopt the same policy. Where
other qualifications than beauty enter into
the selection of elms for planting it will be
well to observe the following from Country
Gentleman:
The most common elm is the Ulmus
americana, or American elm, which goes
also by the name of white elm, soft elm
and water elm. The beauty of this tree is
well known, and its popularity as a shade
tree is well deserved. In recent years the
timber of the soft elm has come into great
demand for making furniture as a substitute
for oak. The wood is strong, tough and
close grained, and the figure . produced by
the grain greatly resembles quartered oak,
and when stained with umber it readily
passes for oak.
The rock elm is the best species for the
manufacturer, and all the best wagon hubs
are made from it. Itisa wood that cannot
be split under any circumstances, and it is
for this distinguishing feature that it is in
great demand by the wheelwrights and
makers of bicycle rims. When young and
growing, the rock elm looks very much like
the white elm, but the tree seldom grows
quite as large and is not quite as handsome.
The trees are easily distinguished apart
either by the grain or the bark. The grain
of the soft elm is large and coarse and that
of the rock elm close and fine. The bark
of the rock elm is rougher and furrowed
with more scales than the soft elm. The
tree does not grow naturally in New Eng-
land, except in a few isolated places, but
it has been planted quite freely and is
known in different sections as the hickory
elm, cliff elm, cork elm and very often as
white elm.
There is a closer resemblance probably
between the rock and slippery elms than
between the former and the white elm.
The slippery elm is quite as heavy as the
rock, although inferior in quality and to-
tally unsuited to the needs of the wagon
manufacturer. It splits much more readily
and would never do for hubs. Slippery
elm, or moose elm, is found occasionally in
New England, but it is much more common
in the south west. The tree never attains
the size of either the rock or white elm and
is consequently inferior to either as a shade
or ornamental growth.
A fourth elm that is found in New Eng-
land was transplanted from England by
the early settlers. It isa distinctly English
elm and is known as the Ulmus alata and
called the wahoo elm. It is almost as
abundant as the American elms, and two
distinct varieties are found in New England.
This tree makes very good furniture wood,
but it does not equal the rock elm for wag-
on manufacturing. It is about as tough
and hard as the American or white elm,
and, like this tree, it is used extensively
by the manufacturers of furniture.
Good Recipes.
Creamed Oysters—Procure a pint of me-
dium-sized oysters; remove the oysters with
a fork from their liquor into a small sauce-
pan, add half a teaspoonful salt, quarter
teaspoonful pepper; strain the liquor and
add half cup of the liquor to the oysters
and half cup of milk; mix half a table-
spoonful butter with half a tablespoonful
of flour to a paste, place the saucepan over
the fire, and when it begins to boil add the
butter and flour. Stir and cook till the
oysters begin to ruffle, which will take
about two minutes’ cooking. Remove
saucepan and serve either over toast or
with crackers.
Celery Cream—Take three or four heads
of nice white celery, cut in small pieces,
cover with water and boil until tender,
which will take from one-half to a whole
hour. When tender, drain off the water
and mash fine. Have ready three pints of
milk boiling hot, and add to it the mashed
celery and the water in which it was boiled.
Stir a tablespoonful of flour with a lump of
butter the size of an egg, add to the cream,
season with pepper and salt, boil three
minutes and serve.
Angels’ Food—The secret in making an-
gels’ food lies in the baking of it. Sift one
cup of flour and one teaspoonful of cream
of tartar several times through a fine sieve.
Beat the whites of nine eggs to a stiff froth
and to them add one cup and a half of sift-
ed granulated sugar; mix carefully into
this, stirring constantly, the sifted flour,
and add one teaspoonful of extract of va-
nilla. Pour this batter into an ungreased
pan and bake in a slow oven for 45 minutes.
When haked, turn the pan upside down on
something that will admit of the air pass-
ing under it, and allow it to stand until
the cake falls from the tin. Ice with white
icing, Be careful in making this cake to
have all the ingredients as light as possible,
Deviled Oysters—Wash, drain and chop
slightly one pint of oysters; mix with a
sauce made by melting two tablespoonfuls
of butter, two of flour, and pour on slowly
two-thirds cup milk; add yolk of one egg,
little salt, pepper, one tablespoonful lemon
juice; place in buttered dish, cover with
cracker crumbs; bake 15 minutes.
Raw Beef for Consumptives.
For a period of more than a dozen years
Joshua Hepford, a dry goods clerk residing
on Spruce street, has eaten raw meat, at
least a pound and a half of it each day, for
the sake of his health. By this strange
dieting he has developed from a consump-
tive young fellow into as robust a man as
is to be found behind the counters of the
big store in which he works. He apparent-
ly had not long to live when an experi-
menting doctor gave him the meat prescrip-
tion. At first, as can well be imagined, it
was distasteful to him, and it was especially
so in his case because he had always been
fastidious about his meals. He would have
steaks cut up into fine hash and bolt it
without looking. The treatment soon
made its effect apparent, and as Hepford
improved in bodily condition and spirits
under the treatment, he gained an appetite
for chunks of uncooked flesh, In less than
a year from the beginning it was a positive
pleasure for him to devour it. He has on
occasion eaten as much as five pounds in a
day. Fat, however, he does not care about.
Ordinarily he confines himself to eating
beef, mutton and chicken, but in the height
of winter he indulges in a little pork.—
Philadelphia Record.
——In the late destructive tornado at
Fort Smith, Ark., 43 lives were lost and
70 injured. The force of the wind was
such that a roof was carried thirty-five
miles.
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN,
An entirely new profession for women is
that of piano tuner, which is said to pay
well and is quite easy to acquire, provided
one has a good ear, which is an absolute
necessity.
Several bright woman are in the insur-
ance business and doing well for the com-
panies they represent, while the number
who go out as commercial travelers is con-
stantly increasing, fluency of speech and a
good general knowledge of people and
things being abous all the capital required.
If you would avoid that chief disfigure-
ment of lovely women on a wintry day—a
red nose—see to it that the stays are com-
fortably loose and that the feet are warmly
shod ; and when washing the face morn-
ing and evening do not be afraid to rub
that sensitive organ as briskly as you do
cheek and brow. Friction starts the circu-
lation of the blood and so scatters it from
the point of the nose. If you would
preserve the beauty of your skin do
not indulge too freely these cold
winter mornings in over rich food, such as
buckwheat cakes and sausages. And re-
member that fruit is just as, essential to
your diet in cold weather as in warm—in-
deed more so as we have fewer green vege-
tables.
If you are economically inclined, you can
turn your last year’s walking dress of chest-
nut brown cloth into an attractive after-
noon gown by getting guimpe and cuffs of
pistache-green corded silk. The guimpe
should be a double yoke, front and back,
with the corners rounded off ; and you can
use your own judgment in determining
whether or no to overlay it with strips of
heavy lace insertion or the lattice work of
all over lace. The collar and belt attach-
ment may be of the pistache-green silk, or
of ribbon to match, as you choose. But
with a guimpe the collar is not often ‘‘en-
suite,”’ that is to say, of the same material,
but more than likely it is dark or repeats
the key note of the rest of the costume.
A pretty girlish frock recently made for a
debutante is of white silk, trimmed all the
way up both skirt and bodice with row af-
ter row of palest green baby velvet ribbon,
the waist line defined by the narrowest
band of white satin, caught with an antique
green clasp.
The Russian blouse is more popular than
ever, but it has heen abandoned by many
of the fashion leaders, who favor, instead
of it, a bodice of cuirass shape, tight-fitting
and with as few seams showing as possi-
ble.
The most popular skirt fits tightly around
the hips and over a small bustle; below
the knees it flares into a deep flounce.
The tight-fitting piece may be laid in tucks
from the waist down, or it may be covered
with narrow ruffles. It looks best braided
or left plain.
The skirt which has the mark of more
exclusive fashion has three flounces around
the back and sides running up to the waist
line in front and working after a redingote
impression.
The bustle has grown large enough to be
seen. It has existed in the form of small
and obscure pads, neither useful nor objec-
tionable, for some months ; it is emerging
from this innocuous sloth, to what violence
of activity itis not yet possible to say.
The bustle is inevitable with the short
French corset now worn, which produce a
small waist at the expense of abnormally
large hips. In its present stage of devel-
opment it continues the hips well around.
‘Put it any way you choose,’’ said a re-
cent speaker, herself a woman, ‘‘to the
vast majority of mankind home means
cookery. A woman’s domestic power and
influences are, in most instances, in exact
proportion to her ability to cook or tocom-
mand good cooking. The old phrase, ‘a
notable woman,” means above and beyond
everthing else, skill in housewifery, and it
means this just as much to-day as it ever
did. It is a very democratic standard, and
it applies no less to the tenement house
woman than it does to the mistress of a
score of servants, but it is none the less
foreible for that. Like love, housewifery
levels all ranks; it is common ground
whereon all women, be they high or low,
rich or poor, must meet, the only aristoc-
racy that if admits being based upon ex-
cellence.’’
For even $10 a dainty dancing gown of
white silk may be evolved, which is equal-
ly suitable for crepe, chiffon, gauze, net,
etc. The one in question is of pink, with
black velvet ribbon, Valenciennes inserting
and edging and little steel buckles. This
has very little work ob it and should be
lined with percaline. The skirt is five
yards wide, gored and deeply trimmed ; on
each sides are graduated bands of insertion,
edging and velvet ribbon, with wider rib-
bon forming a bow in a buckle at each end.
Small sleeves of the trimming and-a low
blouse with neck border and side pieces of
the garniture. Narrow, soft belt and lace
edged sash ends of the same silk. Satin-
back velvet ribbon is not necessary for this
trimming.
The collar is now a more important part
of a costume than the sleeve, and seems
likely to grow to the exaggerated dimen-
sions that up to late charactarized that
one time freak. Fashion has not de-
cided what to do with the sleeve.
It is still in evidence, and the lat-
est model costumes have the bishop
sleeve, the leg-o’-mutton, long sleeve, no
sleeve at all, tight, loose and puffed sleeve.
Massage is said to be a great aid to
‘beauty, and of the well known beauties of
the day confess that their youthful appear-
ance is due to it.
Massage excites the circulation, brings
the blood to the surface and makes the
joints supple. It should follow the bath
because after the bath the skin is most sup-
ple and flexible and is more apt to receive
outer impressions.
There are different kinds of massage.
The Swedish consists in exercising all the
limbs of a perfectly passive patient. Rus-
sian massage is given with an oiled or soap-
ed glove followed by an application of the
birch rod. The Turkish method is to take
the hands and then make the fingers crack
as if they were dislocated. Every joint of
the body is operated upon in this way, and
the spine is beaten. Inall cases the rub-
bing is vigorous with long strips of leather
or horsehair at either end. Linen gloves,
gloves of Turkish toweling and other simi-
lar material.
For face massage use the purest and best
of cold cream. Rub gently for awhile, then
rub off the cream and put more on. After
this wash the face with rose water.
Oil is good for hard skins, and flabby
skins need to be rubbed with alcohol per-
fumed with verbena.