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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.
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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.
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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<h profusion on the large bats.
Ostrich plumes from a yard to a yard
and a half long are regarded as quite among
the smartess things obtainable.
They not only srim the bas, bat fall over
the hair and down the back on she shoul
ders, and sometimes even below them.
Just how to onrve ber ostrich plame
from her has down her back is one of the
pew studies taken up by the modern girl.
The morning-coat type of tailor-made is
at present reigoingsupreme, whether made
of cloth, far or velves,
If loose fitting it is smartest to bave the
back in Empire lines and not in the balf-
fitting ssyle, whioh is not recognized in
the latest styles, even ifthe cvat be for
traveling wear only.
Many of the braided coats are distin.
guished hy long waistcoats of brocade or
tapestry in a pompadour design, avd the
majority are braided either all over or
with a loog fanoy biaid outlining the ex-
treme edge of the coas.
An idea which has been followed out by
a number of girls for sleeve links for their
morning waists of the tailor-made variety
in flannel is to ges she plain mother-of-
pearl bustons, which are sold for men’s
evening wear.
They are flat buttons, jut like those are
sewed on shirtwaists, only finerand of a
more attractive design.
They are small in size, and when used in
the tailored shirtwaist«, they are exceeding-
Iv neat, and at the same time smart look-
ng.
With them are woin scarf pin and belt
buckle to match.
The fad for tailored suits in striped ma-
terials is an innovation that muss be ex-
tremely gratilyiog to stout women, for
this year they may be sare that their toi-
lets are not only up to date, but hecoming,
aud, fortuvately, either the latest models
vor the favorite fabrios will have to be sao-
rificed because they aie not suitable.
The mos: popular, because the most gen-
erally hecoming, is the stripe oue guarter
of an ino wide in two colours. Two shades
of hrown, or rather tan and dark seal
and ir said to be worth considerably over
the park and then a book to read until tea- |
time, when there are generally one or two |
visitors. Dinner, 8:30 p. m., is quite in- |
formal, with a guest or two only here and |
there. If the royal couple go to the theater,
dinner is set for 7 o'clock, but as they do
not often go to the theater the evening is
spent quietly at home, the Prince reading
a book and the Privcess doing some useful
fancy work with the needle. Bed at 10:30
p. m. Is this not truly a picture of beau-
tiful domestic bliss? Nevertheless I am
quite certain that when the Prince of Wales
comes into his own he will surprise the
British people by his mental grasp of al-
fairs, his wide sympathy with all classes
of the people and his inherited capacity for
governing.
Artificial Honey.
Prol. Herzleld, of Germany, recently
brought ont some interesting points re-
garding the manufacture of artificial honey
in Eorope. It is noticed that when we
bring about the inversion of refined sugar
in an almost complete mannzr and under
well-determined conditions, this sugar so-
lidifies in the same way as natural honey
after standing for a long time, and it can
be easily redissolved by beating. Owing
to the increased production of artificial
honey, the bee cultivators bave been agitat-
ing the question 80 as to protect themselves,
and it is proposed to secure legislation to
this effect, one point being to oblige the
monufactarers to add some kind of prodoot
which will indicate the artificial product.
On the other band, it is found thas the ad-
dition of inverted sugar to natural honey
tends to improve ite quality and especially
so render it more easily digested. Seeing
that sugar is about the ouly alimentary
matter which is produced in an absolutely
pure state, its addition to honey cannot be
strictly coneidered as an adulteration. Bees
often take products from flowers which
have a bad taste ; and the chemist Keller
found that honey coming from the chest-
nut tree sometimes bas a disagreeable
flavor.
From wheat flowers we find a honey
which baa a taste resembling bitter alm-
onds, and honey from asparagus flowers is
most unpalatable. Honey taken from the
colza plant is of an oily nature, and that
taken from onione has the taste of the lat-
ter. In such cases, the honey is much im-
proved by the addition of inverted sugar.
rofl. Herzfeld gives a practical method
for preparing this form of ® . We take
1 kilogramme (2.2 pounds) of high quality
refined sugar in a clean enamel-ware ves-
gel, and add 300 cubic centimeters (10 flaid
ounces) of water and 1.1 grammes (17
) tartaric acid. This is heated at
110 deg. C. over an open fire, stirring all
the while, and is kept at thin beat until
the liquid takes on a fine golden yellow
color, such operation lasting for about
three-quarters of an hour. By this very
simple process we can easily produce arti-
ficial honey. Numerous extracts are now
on the market for giving the aroma of
hooey, but none of them will replace the
natural honey. However, if we take the
artificial product made as above and add
to it a patural honey having a strong
aroma, such as that which is prodnced
from health, we oan obtain an excellent
semi-honey.—Seientific American.
i
~— Kissing may be dangerous, but we
brown, are much worn, and a golden tan
alternating with black i= both =mart and
serviceable. [In fac, one can (ind almost
all the wanted colors combined with black,
wo green, the new blues and dark
req.
Plain colors are quite ax fashionable as
those contrasting, provided the goods are on
the stripe order, either through the wave
or the raised hair line effect.
In all black goods, for instance, this is
the only way in which the stripe can be
made apparent, and there are many women
who prefer the invisible stripes in colors to
those showing a contrast. Certainly for
formal wear the solid color is the more ap-
propriate, the two toned being recommend-
ed for knockabout suits.
The favored materials just pow are
tweeds, serges, broadcloshs and the
worsteds. The last named will stand no
end of wear and always look well. They
are a good choice for an all-around suit.
Broadeloth should be selected if the gown
is for afternoon wear, while the tweeds
and the serges are admirable for bard use.
As to the styles for these tailored cos-
tumes, the skirts are cut from two to
three inches off the ground, are pleated,
the most popular model being the kilt
effect, trimmed with one sell-tuck or more
above the hem.
This is becoming to the average figure.
Those stouter will prefer the skirs smooth-
ly fitting over the hips. the pleats spring-
ing at each gore ball way down the skirt
and the length as long as can comfortably
be worn.
When this kind of skirt is trimmed in
strappings, a broken line will be better
than the fold in one piece.
The value of attractive kitchen utensils
it not often appreciated. Housewives give
their servants battered saucepans and tins,
and expect them to keep these spotless
and to take pleasure in cooking with them.
A servant doing kitchen work generally
takes interest in it if she has utensils in
good condition to work with. One actual-
ly enjoys washing dishes in a brand-new
dishpan.
If the kitchen itself is a neat, piotur-
esque room with snowy cartains at the win-
dows, neatly oiled floor, clean, glazed pa-
per on the walls and everything comfort-
able and convenient, almost any servant
will feel an aspiration to keep it in that
condition.
In furnishing a kitchen one may, on the
other hand, make the mistake of Baviog
too many utensils and too many paten
contrivances. The average servant girl,
who is only nsed to simple and most ordi:
nary utensils at home, will invariably
leave the patented things on the shell anc
use any common makeshift. |
Though the kitohen should be simply
furnished, there is no reason why the
things a servant does use cannot be pictur:
esuge and in good condition. Nowada
there are many charming mixing bovin
eto., in blue and white earthenware, thal
look better on the shelves than the com:
mon ware, and are often just as cheap.
It is wise not to have too much kitoher
china for the servants to use at mealtime
There should, of course, be a sufficient sup:
y, bat if there are too many to draw
rom the servants will never report break:
ages to the mistress, and it is said tha
some lazy servants will not take trouble
wash their own dishes, but leave them iz
some out of the way corner of the cupboard
are not a race of cowards.
until the whole supply is used. |
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