i RE Bellefonte, Pa., January 10, 1908, “THE GREAT JUDGMENT MORN- ING." [Printed by Request.] “ dreamed that the Great Judgment Morning Had dawned and the trumphet had blown, 1 dreamed that the natious had gathered To judgment before the white throne. From the throne came a bright singing angel And stood on the land and the sea, And swore with his hand raised to heaven, That time was no longer to be.” Cuo.— “And oh what a weeping and wailing, As the lost ones were told of their fate ; They cried for the rocks and the mountains, They prayed, but their prayer was too late.” “The rich man was there, but his money Had meited and vanished away, A pauper he stood at the judgment, His debts were too heavy to pay. The great man was there but his greatness When death came was left far behind. The angel that opened the records, Not a trace of his greatness could find." “The widow was there and the orphans, God heard and remembered their cries, No sorrow in heaven forever, God wiped all the tears from their eyes. The gambler was there and the drunkard, And the man who had sold them the drink With the judge who had granted the license Together in hell they did sink !" “The moral man came to the judgment But his self-righteous rags would not do, The men who had crucified Jesus Had passed off as moral men too! The souls that had put off salvation * Not to-night, I'll get saved by and by ; No time to think of religion At last they had found time to die.” —By L. K. Picket, Wilmore, Ky. GOD'S LITTLE DEVILS, Take a man who bas acquired a likin for homicide without losiug his sense humor, put him iv command of a ball hun- dred Malays who have the same qualities by jubaritste, ture him loose in a disor- dered tropical island, aud the result—but 1 will give you the case I bave in mind. One night when rice was eaten and the circle of darkness bad shuts down about our fire Fermin Majusay, the private of Native Scouts who was my escort on the moun- tain, stretched out on his elim stomach and gazed into the hypnotic flames. “I am going to tell yon about my ten iente,’’ be said suddenly, ‘my lieatevant, who is dead six months. He was a devil, that man. Listen! You have sat in the Cale Puerta del Sol and watched the two old Spaviards who play forever the game called chess? When the little man of Don Antonio gets in front of the little horee of Jose, does Don Jose say: ‘Bad little man, go to another little man, go to avother little square?” No, he says, ‘Muerto!’ — dead —aud takes the little man away. That is the game, to take all the little men off | the hoard, and it is just the same with fighting. But all the white men I have seen, except my lientenant, were afraid of the end. My lieutenant always laughed when the end came. He was born to be a soldier. “I remember how he laughed at Don Augusto. We were in a very had province then. All the provinces are a little bad— that is why they sent me to take care of you here, hecanse the wountains are not safe for a white man. But that was an island in the south, and it was very bad. All tbe middle of 1t was mountains where ladrones lived, and they came down to the coast aud made people give them food and money, and they stole caraboas from the plantations and killed travelers, and sometimes they burned a town aud took a pretty girl away. “We were sent there to catch thew, and it was very bard work. We chased them in the mounuvtains and killed some, but it did no good. When we were in one place they raided avorher,and when a man guid- ed us ina little while he was dead. We knew what was the matter. It is always the same. The ladiones are in the moun- tains, but some man in the town is their leader, and be gets so rich aud strong that everybody is afiaid of him. In shat ixland it was a planter named Aogusto de los Reyes. Thiee times my hientenant arrest: ed him and sent him down to San Pablo, and every time the judge said there was no proof, and he came back, anid in a listle while the witnesses against him were killed. And the ladrones in the moun- tains always knew when we were coming. “If our teniente had been like other white men be would bave given up then. Bat he arrested Don Augusto once more. I remember the morning very well. I was orderly that day. and we were in the goard- room looking at some prisoners, and a guard came in, two in front and two be- hind, with this Don Aogusto. He was a big fat Bisayan, and we all looked at him, and be looked at us and smiled, and we didn’t leel very good, for we knew what he'd like to do to us. “But the teniente laughed when he saw him. Hegot up and shook hands with Don Augusto, and he said: ‘Buenos dias, Senor Don Aungosto de los Reyes.’ Like thas, making fun. ‘Is is not long since we met,’ he said. ‘I am very glad to see you again. I hope you found the prison at San Pablo pleasant?’ “This Don Augusto knew how to play the game. Hesmiled with his mouth and said: ‘It is not bad, Senor Teniente. Bat it is siresome to have the comedy of going there so often. The judge gets tired too, deciding that I am not such a bad man as my ited the teniente would have him ink. ““The teniente laoghed again. ‘Ab, these judges!’ he said. ‘If only they could see ue as we are, Senor Don Augusto de los Reyes. It is 80 hard to make them under- stand. Then be stopped smiling and talked very slow—more as if he talked to himself. ‘I could send yon down to San Pablo again, and I could say to the judge: “This is the Senor Don Augusto de los Reyes, whow the Swiss Bobin accused of ving information to the enemy, so that lay in San Pablo jail for three weeks, till you said there was no LL" And! could say to the judge: * week this innocent one came back from his trial, and he last Sonday, ae the Swiss Robin tacked bim and out off his hand as he drew his revolver, and then killed him.’ But what would that amount to?’ ¢ ‘Very little,’ said Don Augusto. * ‘Nothing,’ said the teniente. ‘And I could tell the judge: ‘“That Sunday nigbt men came $0 house of the late Swiss Bobin and took his woman away, and her muchacha found her next morning, staked by the four bande and feet to an ant-hill.” Bat that would be no charge against Senor Don Augusto de los Reyes.’ ‘+ ‘Precisely,’ said Don Augusto, and be smiled. Ob, be was a hig proud mau, and be knew what he could do so well thas he did not pretend to he scared. “+ ‘Precisely,’ said my teniente. ‘And we could tell the judge: ‘“The two-weeks baby of the late Swiss Bobin died thas Monday afternoon, so to-day there is not a soa! alive of the family of the man who charged an innocent gentleman unjustly, as yoo yourself decided, Senor Judge." ’ “‘Don Augusto smiled and tried So apes, hat the teniente only moved his and went on—and all of us in the guoard-room held our breaths and listened, for we knew he was speaking the trath: ‘We could tell the judge: ‘“Those four men who killed the man and the woman and left the baby to starve live on the plantation of the prisoner and owe him munch money.”” Bat what does that prove? Even if we tell him thas all the enemies of she Senor Don Augusto de los Reyes for tweuty years have gove that no one dares to be a witness against him for fear of his revenge, the judge will not care about that. The j wants proof, and we bave no proof, have we, Don Augen? No matter how well we know other, ‘we have no proof. So I shan’t send you to jail again, my dear friend. I am tired of it, too.’ “All we soldiers looked at the ground, for we thonght our teniente was a fool, | like the judge, and would let Don Angusto go again and Don Augusto looked at us as if we were dogs—I wanted to give him my bayonet—and he smiled and said: ‘I thank you very much, Senor Teniente, for sparing me another of the comedies. It is better for every one. Adios. ! “Oh, that teniente of mine was a devil ! he got up and shook the band of Don Au- gusto, and he smiled and said : ‘Adios, Senor Augusto de los Reyes. We shall not meet again for some time. I think. I am very tired of it myself. Jose!’ “We all jumped, his voice was so differ- ent and the corporal of my squad stepped forward. ‘Yon will be the goard of the Senor to his home,’ the teniense said. ‘Yon will need only your revolver.” He stop- ped a minute, and then he said : ‘Jose he very careful that he does not escape.’ ‘You know what that order meant then? We all knew, and Jose's face went like ashes—he was a coward anyway—and he could hardly say, ‘Si. mi teniente.’, And that hig fat pig of a Don Augusto, he drop- ped altogether as if he bad no bones, and he went down on his knees. But my te- niente only laughed and said : ‘A pleasant journey to you, Senor Don Augusto de los Reyes, and a relief from comedies.’ “And then be took the commissary re- pots, and he wrote on them all the time sill Jose came back. Jose was shaking and white aud the teniente looked at him. ‘You are back quickly, Jose, be said. ‘Is anything the matter ?’ “ “The prisoner tried to escape, wi tei ente,’ Jose said. ““Thas was very foolish,” my teninte said. ‘Where is he now, Jose ?’ “Across the river, mi teniente,” Jose said. ‘Sergeant, send two men across the river with shovels,’ the lieutenant ordered, and he tossed Joee a peseta to buy vino.” Fermin Majusay bad forgotten everything else in thinking of the man who was bis hero, and the fire was pearly out. He brought it to a glow and shen lay down on his blanket again. ‘That night while we whispered together in barracks and that chicken-hearted Jose sat by himself avd ‘There is a said. ‘The teniente will not strike you again if you do not wish it.’ “That young fool knew Botliug at all. like a baby. I took the paper and told my teniente, and we gave some of the powder to a monkey, and he curled up and died very quick. That wasas night, and the tenieute looked as the dead ionkey and the paper, and he laughed just the way he did the morning the guard led in Don Augusto. **Next morning I was pustivg the break- fast on the table, and my teniente was standing at the window of the sala, looking down as the Plaza. And all at once I heard him laogh, not verv lood, and he called : ‘Hoy. Don Isidro ! Have the complacevey to come up, amigo. I have news for you.’ And soon Don Isidro came up. “Jeans Maria, be was a pisaverde that morning! White coat and breeches, and high boots of black leather, and silver spurs, and long gloves of soft white leather. “ ‘Have the good-heartedness to share my poor breakfast,” my teniente said, and Don Isidro sat down, and they ate ill I had no patience left. Bat at last Don Isidro bis chair and said : ‘Now, teniente mic, what is this wonderful news ?’ “My teniente pushed back his chair and offered his cigarette-case to Doon Isidro. “Take a long one,’ he said, ‘one long enough to last our talk out.” So Don Isidro took an entrelargos, and I held a mateh for him, and then be smiled through the smoke and said : ‘Now for our news, teniente mio. I die of suspense.’ “My teniente put the little packet which Don Isidro had given me on the table, and he looked at Don Isidro. And I think that Don Isidro knew then that the game was finished. But he was a brave one, I will say that, if he was a fool. He looked at the packet, and he looked at the teniente, and he looked at me and said ‘Traitor ! ¢ ‘Let me urge you, my friend,” my ten- iente said, ‘to siaoke slowly and without excitement, for when that cigarette is finish- ed yon will be finished also.’ “‘Don Isidro’s hand shook a listie, hut he was not afraid. ‘You are the winner again, asesino mio,” he said. ‘Have the traitor there bring some water, and I will take the sleeping powder—wheu I am dove smoking.’ ‘¢*I§ is against the law,’ my teniente said, ‘to let you kill yourself. Fermin, tell Raymundo to buckle on bis revolver and be ready to escort Don Isidro down to San Pablo.’ *« {Mi teniente,’ I said, ‘does one call a Macabebe a traitor and ask him to kill his officer for nothing ?’ ‘4 ‘Get your own revolver, then,’ he said. * “When I came back Don Isidro’s cigar- ette was gesting short. They both stood up and the lieutenant said: 'Adios, Don Isidio. An easy journey to you and a welcome in—San Pablo. 1 need not tell you, Fermin, to be very careful that he does not escape.’ “So we went away—and my teniente never knew thas I made Don Isidro carry along a spade I saw in the guard-room. Oue does nct call a Macabebe a traitor for nothing. There is no more wood, and it gets late and cold. Are you sleepy, or shall I tell the ress of she story while our fire dies? “Bueno. I will not be long. Some of this story got out much, for only the ten- jente and I knew it all—bat is frightened the other Americans, and they ~aid my teniente was orazy. Saogre de Dios! He was not crazy then, but only ove of God's muttered prayers and drank vino ont of a bottle we named oar teniente el Diablito —the Little Devil. Not hecause he was little, hut hecanse we loved him, just as Angel Bantiling calls his wife Chiquita— tiny one—thoagh she is big as a carabao. El Diablito I pamed him, and we were afraid. If he had come down stairs that night we wouold ail have run away. Bat what will vou bave? That Don Augusto wae a bad man, and the teniente took him off the board just like one of Don Antonio's little men of chewed hread. That is the way, and if one is afraid of the end there ate other games one can play. One does not have to be a soldier. Bat be made us afraid, jose the same. “After Don Augusto was dead all that part of the province was good, so they went us to another place. Barang was the name of the town where we went. It was a betser town ; the people were good ; we bad nothing t, do bus drill. And after drill, often, my teniente took me to shoot with him. I would hold an empty bottle for beer in my band—like that !—aud the teniente would shoot it from twenty paces with his revolver. Hoy, he was a devil at everything, my teniente! Scores and scores we hroke, and he never burt me. And be tock me to he his servant in his quarters, and J was very happy there in ra ’ Fermin Majusay gazed into the fire again, and bis keen aviwal face was softened in the flickering light. “Dios, I was happy there in Barang! Only one thing i did not like—that was Is- idro Abelarde. Isidio Abelarde was the leader of the town, the son of a rich baei- endero, young and handsome. And he be- came a friend of wy teniente. They would laugh and talk together, avd I did not like it. We Macahehes have many enemies— all the other Filipinos are onr enemies— | and we have to be suspicious always. I | began to wonder why Isidro Abelarde | wanted to be with my lieutenants. ‘Mi teniente ’ I said, ‘I do not like it shat Don Isidro comes bere. It is not good that he can pass the guard at any time, like a white man. If he means karm—’ “The teniente laughed. ‘You are more bother than a wile, Fermin,” he said. ‘Why should be raean harm to me?’ “iHe is the panente—the relasive—ol Don Augnsto,’ I said. My teniente look- ed at me, and I saw that be did not wish to hear the name of Don Augusto. For a minate I was frightened—he had terrible eyes sometimes. ‘How do you know that?’ he said. “I would not tell him—we bave ways of knowing thinge—and he got very angry and strock me. It made my eye black, but I did not care. He was my lieutenant anyway, and he bad been drinking. Next day I was glad of is, for Don Isidro came to dinver, and he looked at my eye. Often, when he thought no one saw him, he look- ed at is. Then I bad an idea. My tenien- te was very short with me becanse he was sorry, and Don Isidro was so young it was not bard to make him think that I was ——————— ——————— ——————————————" ‘‘He looked at me and bard, long and I knew I bad him. He put his hand own little devils. He was orazy afterward, but they made him so. Listen while I tell vou what they did to him. *“There is a little place very far back in the hills, Santo Spirito they call it, where the liails used to go for a retreat. There is nothing there, just a big convent of stove, where no one lives, and a few little dirty houses, and the mountains behind, and the jungle in front, and the only people are lazy Bisayavos, who do no work and are ball drank with opium. And they sent ny teniente there to eat his heart! ‘‘He was very brave, but there was noth- ing to do. The mountain was empty, and there was no one in the jungle and the people of Santo Spirito were too lazy to be bad. But he was brave, he made work. We drilled long every day, and we made a parade ground of the Plaza in front of the convent, and built arches of concrete at the corners of is for the water in the rawny season. Bat always there was the evening coming, when my teniente had to sit in the big sala, with the rats and the lizards squealing above him, and drink and drink and drink, and wait for the time when he could sleep. **Hoy, that drinkiog! It frightened me, aod I spoke to him about it. I could al- ways speak to him, until the very end. But be laughed as me. ‘Give me something else todo, then,’ he said. ‘Shall Igo and say a mass in the chapel?’ *‘So he would eit and drink agnardiente for hours, and look at his boots. Bat some- times he would be like himself for a little while, and then he would go for a ride, or shoot the bottles from my band. Bat not for long. One day his hand was not steady and he shot too close, and the neck of the bottle cut my band. And my teviente— Ai! He just dropped the revolver on the ground and said, ‘That's the end of it, Fermin,’ and he walked back to the con- vent, and his shoulders were like the shoulders of an old man. “After that he went out no more, and I took my blanket into his room and slept on the floor, and all night long I could hear him tossing on his cot. Sometimes he would say, ‘Are you there, Fermin? and I would say, ‘I am always bere, mi ten- iente,” and then he would rest for a little while. “But one night I woke and he was not on hiscot. Igot up to look and he came in from the balcony—there was a olosed balcony all around the convent, outside the rooms—and he was dressed and bad his two revolvers and his shotgun. And be did not seem to see me. “Mi teniente I’ I said. “He looked where I was, and still he did not seem to see me. ‘Be on guard,’ he said. ‘They may come at any time.’ And he went out onto the balcony again, and I could hear his feet—tramp, tramp, very slow—while he went down to the far end and came back on the other side. “Ai, but I was scared! We were all t after that we could us, but sometimes he would cali : ‘Op gwasg | They may come at any time now.’ we did all we could, if we were fright- ee ord hn Lor my teniente. Five t Bis food and he did not touch ityonl drank aguardiente instead. in his pocket and pulled out a little paper. | » crash on the gronnd outside. [1an, and | leeping-powder in toat,” be some of the goard ran, and we found him | lying on the stoves in the patio, dead | where he bad fallen. “And tbat is the way they killed my teniente—my teniente, who might have been Governor-General of the world if they had let bim play the game. Ob, but he was 8 brave one ! Even when he was crazy | and beard the enemies coming we could nos | see, he was not alraid of them, bat ran out | to meet them.” i A last ember of the fire flamed np, and | Fermin Majasay turned his face quickly | from the selliale lights. *‘It was a lone | story,’’ he said, and loosened his revolver in the holster. “Sleep without fear,’ he said. **No one will wrouble us when [am here.”’— By Charles Sarka, in Collier's. Tr sm, a som—a——— 1 The Gift of the Nile. | Economists who study the increased pro- duosivity of the earth which is secured shrongh irrigation, when they come to Egypt will ponder on the cotton yield. Io ite failest sense that i» what fotare Egvp- tian irrigation means. The showing of the cotton sieid of she Nile regions in values present< a remarkable series of ascendiog figures. In 1906 the increase in the value of the crop aver the previous year was $30... 000.000. Over cropping, boll weevil, and aufavorable condivions of the season fiom which Egypt is no more exempt than other | cotton growing regions, have been balanced by bringing ivcreaved areas under cnlitiva- tion, so that ap actual increase of 20,000,- 000 pounds in the crop of 1907, as compar- ed with: 1897, was obtained, she prodaction for those years, a decade apart, heing 654,- 313,000 pounds and 675,000,000 pounds | respectively. The area nnder cotton in 1907 wae slightly in excess of 1,500,000 acre< | and the average yield per ncre was 445 poande, of the onitivated area, or 1,260.000 acres, through having perennial irrigation is cot. | manency of this source of Egypt's wealth, | since cotton can he grown on the same | lands two years ont of five. * * * We may conclude that in cotton Egypt basa permanent world market, and for that reason this staple will be cultivated in preference to other crops. The change | from the time of Joseph and his captive brethren to the epoch of Lord Cromer and the British Pro consnls is one from corn to | cotton. —[ From The West in the Orient | i by Charles M. Pepper, in January Serib- | ner. ' | One Touch of Nature. The soene was a busy city street. From one of the windows of a hotel, as famous | i red, white and green flag of sunny Italy, a | token of honor to a distinguished visitor to | our country. i Down the street came, plodding slowly, | for the long, hard dav was almost over, two | Italiau women, one dragging after hera | heavy grind organ, the other trudging liss. | lessly behind. Dull, dispirited, stupid, they looked—typical peasant beasts of har- den, with an added touch of pallor and ill health brought on by the city atmosphere. Suddenly, she who walked beside the instrument tarned sharply, and with a nick, ‘‘Mio Dio!” pointed a trembling pier to the flag, waving slightly in the evening breeze. The other dropped her organ; for one minute she stood steadfast, | her eyes fixed on the emblem of the beauti- | ful land that she would see no more. In she dusk, the figares of the two wom en partook exaotly of the simple reverence aod adoration of Millet’s ‘‘Aungelus.’” Then | with a listle sigh the second took up her burden again; the other bowed her head and followed. The two tired, ungraceful forms vanish- ed into the twilight. And the girl who had watched them murmured softly to her- self the words that always mean to her music and far-off promise—Napoli, Firenza, Lerici, and—a che facite!— Roma! == S———— The man of taking ways—the pick- pocket. The man of fetching manner—the wait- er. The man of winning personality—the gambler. The man of powerful fee-sick—the doc: tor. The man of great staying power—the bore. The man of striking astributes—the pugilist. The man of promise—the debtor. The man of sterling worth—silver-smith. iy man of decision—the baseball om: pire. The average number of teeth is 32. The weight of the circulating blood is 20 pounds. The average weight of ao adult is 150 pounds 6 ounces. The brain of a man is more than swice that of any other animals. A man breathes about 20 times a min- ate, or 1,200 times an hour. The average weight of the brain of a man is 34 pounds; of a woman 2 pounds. Over 540 pounds, or one hogshead and one a quarter pints of blood, pass through the heart in one hour. The average height of an American is 5 feet O inches; of a Frenchman 5 feetd inches; of a German 5 feet 7 inches. There are 175,000,000 cells in the lungs, whioh would cover a surface 30 times greater than the human body. —— Friend —Hello, old man, I hear you were held up and robbed by footpads last night. Old Magoate—I was. gFriend=dWially unpleasant experience, el Oil Magnate—Oh, I don’t know. It had its good points. They dido’s complain thas my money was tainted. ——People who habitually get faint in church or in any public ball, would do well to remember that dizziness and heart Juipiation will quickly abate if shey will well forward, letting the arms hang down at the sides. The upper pars of the body is temporarily congested and the heart Jrnaliy resumes its normal action prompt: y. —Stella—I thought you said you would never marry a man with red bair. sar =] t I wonldn’t at the time, ——A professor in Copenhagen Univer- sity in said to cbloroform plants. Alter several days they bud in great profusion. ——1In Rhodesia, Airica at Broken Hill, nearly 1,000,000 tons of lead and zino are In Lower Egypt forty per cent i= under cultivation and all of this section |, 0ily inactivity as to rouse one almost ton bearing, So by means of the A=souan | ry))y this proud Prince manages to while dam, the engineers have assured the per- | yy his golden days. Prince Prosper in | fanfare of trumpets, deck themselves out [in royal robes and pass down a gallery — Irrigation : An Old Force Newly Applied | as it is large and magnificent, floated the | pa | £100.000). Then comes another walk in | in sight. GA POET. TREE. [Printed by Request. ] Oak, Caroline, fir yew [ pine! 0, willow, will yet not be mine? Thy hazel eyes, thy tulips red, Thy ways, all larch, have turned my hoad: All linden shadows by thy gate I cypres on my heart and wait; Then gum! beech cherished Caroline, We'll fly for elms of bliss divine. 0, spruce young man! I cedar plan— Catalpa’s money if you ean; You sumach ash, but not my heart; You're evergreen, so now depart; Yould like to poplar--that I see— Birch, you walnut propose to me. Here's Pa! you'll see hemlock the gate He maple-litely say **'Tis late.” Locust that lovyer, while he flew For elms before that parent's shoe; He little thought a dogwood bite And make him balsam much that night, Hawthorney path he traveled o'er, And he was sick and sycamore, —H. C. Dodge. A ———————————————— How the Prince of Wales Spends His Time. What a contrast between the King of Englaud aud she heir to his throne, the Prince of Wales. The father ‘‘weighed with the ocrown’’rashes up snd down the land 11 motor cars snd special trains, at- tending christenings, race meetings, re- ceptions, garden parties, semi-state aod state functions, morning noon aod nighs. The son, whose only trouble seems to be the riddle of killing time, sits in his room at Marlborough House pasting stamps into an album or reading a book. He does abso- lately uothing, and does it with such to enthusiasm at the idea of how success- Fairyland hadn’t a more delightful oyole of years thau this Royal Highness the Priuce of Wales. I will give you a briel, authentic sketch of the day’s doings at Marlbhorongh House : Those of you who hung the ancient idea that princes get up in she morning to the lined with bowing and obsequiouns flank- eys will be disappoinsed at this recital of the humdrum existence of an apparently widdle class suburban home. The Prince, the Princess and the ress of the family are up *‘betimes,”’ which means about 8 o'clock in the morning. There is the ordinary breakfast of a weil-to.do Eoglish family, and the head of it beguiles the intervals between bacco and eggs with the morning pera. Alter breakfast there are charity letters to dictate to a secretary, for even the Prince of Wales is not exempt from the inoessant stream of begging letters and ap- peals from charitable institutions which weigh down the postman’s bag at every de- livery. Having completed this, the heavi- est task of the day, the Prince goes for a walk in St. Jame’s Park or Hyde Park, ac- companied by one of his equerries, who live in Marlborough House, and when this coustitntional is over it is time to go back aod prepare for luncheon. Sometimes there is a guest, but more often the meal is taken only in company of one of the equerries and a lady of the Privoess’s household. Luncheon over there must be some stamps to sort (she Prince's | stamp collection is the finest in the world FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT. It is not what he has, nor even what he does which directly expresses the character of the’ man, but what he is. — Amiel, Never boast that you can dress in five minutes, No woman who has any respect for ber appearance will attempt to dress in doable that time. It is true in dressing, as in everything else, that where there is great haste there is little speed. It is particularly trying for any woman to diess in a horry. Ste getw Sarvied, aid in her attemps to put in pins, r rs and probabl stains her blouse with blood. y Battons come off, laces break, gloves and veils cannot be found. When at last she is ready, sbe is con- scions of appearing her woist instead of at her best. The five-minute dressing habit is one the carefully dressed woman will never indulge in. If appearance tells a truthfal tale, the ostrich will soon bave not a single feather 1eft shat is worth looking at. Ostrich feathers are used in the most lavi