. October 20, 1911. OCTOBER'S TAPESTRY. By the mountain stands October, Like a weaver brown and old; For his warp he uses sunbeams— Threads of palpitating gold: And the loom spread out before him Is the forest dim and green. While his shuttle plying swiftly, Is the wind of autumn keen. For his woof he chooses colors— Amethyst and purple lost In the blue smoke and shadows, In the gray of early frost: Vivid carmine, saffron, amber; Faded tints the summer left; Mauve and lilac softly blended— All these form October's weft. All day long I hear the music Of his shuttle and his loom; All day long I watch him weaving Till the stars begin to bloom. And the figures on his fabric. As each day they brighter grow, Seem the forms and flow'r like faces Of the Junes | used to know. —Alice E. Allen, in Lippircott's. THE NESTER Its real masters, the trailers of the plow, were just beginning to reach out for the le. Cattle barons, followi the red men and the buffalo hunters, long enjoyed uninterrupted possession of their immense ranges, .but saw their ap- ing doom in the covered wagons that now came st ing in from east, north, and south. in lipped, angular women and sturdy, brown faced children crouched in the wagons or trailed behind, and the men were tall, bearded, grim. The cattle barons would have preferred meeting gompanies of soldiers. From the tern headquarters of the Box T Ranch had come clear and em- phatic orders as to these nesters; they were to be turned back or steered aside; if stubborn, they were to be driven out. It was a simple but heavily freighted order, and the foreman mentioned a place supposed to be situated farther south in Texas. The very first nester outfit that came along took a fancy to the Box T county, and forth-with Sppropriated three choice sections of school land on one of the best grass creeks. At the end of a month they were firmly intrenched in sub- stantial picket houses, to say nothing of the authority of the great State of Texas as represented in their filing papers. “It's plum’ agin human natur’,” the foreman had reported to his superiors. “There ain't no cowpunch outfit on top of yearth that’s a-goin’ to run out nesters that's got female wimen folks along of ‘em, and that goes speshuel when one of ‘em is young and likely lookin’. You all ‘ll have to send out a regiment of them fellers that sets down in the hoss-cars when the wimen is a-standin’ up. Cain’t git no punchers to fight wimen, leastwise not in this country where there ain't no wimen and everybody's plum’ locoed over what few there is.” Neither regiment nor reply came, and the foreman, faithful to duty, went alone. Smiling a broad welcome into three pairs of buttermilk-blue eyes—each pair repre- senting a generation of frontiering nest- ers—he ordered the intruders to move on. They went—to work clearing up a piece of bottom land for planting to corn. The oldest pair of the buttermilk blues was set in a seamed and rugged face of the Bowie type and had smarted in the smoke of San Jacinto. It was just as well that the foreman had smiled. “Big, slab-sided, pigeon-toed,piny-woods gal, with a face like a pan of milk,” was the foreman'’s brutal and gloomy descrip- tion of the nester girl when he returned to the ranch. Of course, the man had a GIRL. have a camp within a couple of miles of the nesters, and there would be days and days between herds. Hope died in every breast the day Johnny took himself and his silver trappings and his mount of pretty horses across the sand hills toward upper Mammoth. The boys felt, with some bitterness for the foreman, that the place should have gone by lot or in some sort of contest; that the nester not have been given to Johnny Montague outright. The round-up cut short their inings. Ta time to time during the long, hard summer, came rumors oi Johnny's romantic progress. Of course, he had the lady roped and tied to his saddle-horn from the very Beginning; he had broken the nester’s string of colts; he had ridden a wild steer on a wager with her grand- father; he had hunted turkeys with her brother; he had advised the nesters where to dig a well and they had struck water; his horse could be seen any time staked on the flat back of the nester's garden; | the nester girl had taken to wearing her getting on. Then came the disquieti listed, and the boys, fo disappointment, rejoi tting their own ly with the Box T champion was follow- ed by an official explosion, in which it fell when the last herd of beeves were being gathered. He came in sullen and rebel- ing up land, but he little to say of the nester girl. “It’s all right,” he said, bravely, to those who ventured to ques- tion him, but it was in from his tar- nished silver and his disconsolate air that it was all wrong. Then one night on w that the heart in his bosom was | heavy and sore; that he was racked by a | fear that in his absence the nester girl might throw herself away on a certain as Mo. souri—was an old Box T puncher. He had gone over to YL outfit a year or so before the coming of the nesters be :ause the YL fed “canned truck” and was a lit- all its concomitants, was supposed making a stand. Tall, lanky, red-headed, Mo was something more than a mere plain-looker; he was ugly enough to be a great man. He was a good cow-hand and a clean, decent chap, but he had no style; his rig was little better than an Indian's, compete with the resplendent Johnny Montague for the love of a maid was a even Johnny chirked up when he came to think of it. But Alarming rumors contin- ued to multiply, and by the time the drive was ready it was generally admitted that the situation was serious; that the Box T might, after all, lose the nester girl. Mo Smith's amorous invasion of the Box T was still prospering when the boys dressed op and dangerous, but without a definite plan for his undoing, came roar- ing home from Dodge. For the honor of shoes in the field. Johnny was certainly | report that a rival at another ranch hay | that none less | than Johnny Montague was there. A | rumor that things were going rather bad- | out that Johnny had allowed several big | herds to slip through the Fly Tray unin- | Johnny was recalled in Sezptember, lious and talked about quitting and tak- second guard he confided to Dickie Glos- | epacimint” of the tribe of Smith known Mo Smith—the "Mo" stood for Mis- | tle nearer Kansas, where civilization, ith | to i and how he could expect to successfully | mystery. For a time the boys laughed; | the nesters. They had been called in from the Cheyenne-Araphce line and re- moter camps, but understood and were heart-set in the cause. Tom Lauterdale came over from the Canadians to take rings, | | Guns, spurs, hats, clothi Montague had put in two days the black stubble off his face, ~ set. ith, : Sa ully and he | fitted, Johnny carefully saddled old War- | paint, the showiest horse on the ranch, | despite his age, and rode away on the Mammoth trail. He was to meet the re- turning “Rangers” at the persimmon grove, half-way, and get his cue. Mo Smith was snaking in the ridge-pole { by his saddle-horn, and the three nester | men were preparing to lift it into place, ! when “Captain” Lauterdale’s troop sud- ! denly boiled up out of the dry bed of | Mammoth, fell into line on the little flat Lin front of the new cabin, and leveled half ia dozen six rs on the group of | workers. Swift as the movement had ! been, the nester girl had disappeared; | with the prescience of some wild thing ! she had darted into the woods while the raiders were still in the creek-bed. . When Mo looked up from a toggled | cinch, which at the moment claimed his | attention, he found himself gazing into | the black depths of “three sections of | water main,” as he afterward described the impression. “What's all this about?” the middle ' nester, father of the girl demanded. “Hoss-thief, cow-thief, and wife-beater,” replied the “Captain.” indicating Mo by a toss of his head. "He's wanted in Shackle- ford County for all them things, and we're Rangers sent up here to git him.” As he spoke he passed Smoky Bell's old leg- irons to one of his men and shouted out an order that Mo was to be ironed. The three nesters, looking hard at the grownd, walked on in silence toward their uses. ‘ hard on horse-thieves; it recognized the ‘killer and accorded him his place and ! short shift to the horse-thief. The old | man made a move as if he would return and get an explanation from the accused man, but he was ordered tomove on, and obeyed, with his fine old head bent low over his breast. It was plain that they had lived Mo. his long legs hobbled with clanking chains beneath hishorse and his hands lashed at his buck, he was hustled away down the valley. Around the bend, below the cot- ton-woods, the grim faces of his captors relaxed; greetings were passed, and Mo . found himself riding in the center of as | merry a company of “jobbers” as ever hawhawed at a squirming victim. Neither Mo nor his abductors had | noticed thedead-white, desperation-drawn face of a girl peering from behind a pile of brush as they done away. No one was ! looking back when the nester girl, swift | as a shadow, sped away toward one of : the houses and, a minute later, out to the corral at the rear. | “You-all ain't been a-treatin’ of ' right, Mo,” “Captain” us Lauterdale remark- | “First you run away after the YL’s ! canned truck, showin’ that you think | more of them astronomic fillin's like corn ! and termaters than you do of first class company. Then you never come back to tell us how it goes, and when you do come ! back, why, we-all ketch you a maverick- ‘and git the YL brand on our gal.” They were almost at the persimmon grove, and {in a minute or two would be meeting | Johnny on his way to the nesters’ to offer motive in speaking thus, but one blushes | the old ranch, if nothing else, they had consolation in the form of his own radiant for his lack of chivalry and his downright mendaeity. It was false, palpably false; the girl was not one from the Piny Woods region at all. Any one could see by the scars on her feet and ankles that she had come from the mesquit country. As to her form—well, the architectural modists had not yet proclaimed the exact lines of the slab-side, and it may be doubted that our Panhandle foreman knew what he was talking about. She was round as a tree, straight and supple, and she moved, despite the sand-burs and stobs, with the confidence and grace of a bull fighter. More important, she had the pale, 'way- off-yonder eyes of her grandfather, he of San Jacinto. Alexander, J. Caesar, N. Bonaparte, Ben Thompson, and Pat Gar- rett, all had those eyes—just the color of half-dissipated powder-smoke. The report, fortunately for this cow- country idyl, was not popular; an ideal- ized image of the nester girl had already | been reared in scores of lonely hearts’ and it is not certain that the real girl would have been a disappointment to any | of them. Before their corn was up the | nesters had settled in their new home- | life, as safe from eviction as had they oc- cupied a hollow square formed by the combined armies of Europe. With the exception of a few in distant line-camps, every puncher on the Box T had managed, one way or another, to look in on the little Mammoth Creek set- tlement. There was a magnet over there that pulled constantly on their bridle-bits; no one seemed able to ride in a straight line, unless it lay toward the nester’'s. It was like the drag of a current at sea, always drifting them out of the course, | heading them up into the soft dream breezes that seemed forever blowing off Arcadian shores. No one could be trust- ed to go and come direct if it were at all a to swing out and pass the nes- ter’'s. Day-herders slipped away to the high hills from which they might catch distant outlines of the settlers’ houses; no rim-rock rider spared himself and his tired horse the extra miles that would bring them out at the scene of Ceres’ new shrine. Lost horses were invariably searched for on Mammoth. The horse- wrangler, a boy of fourteen, often stole t and rode the twenty miles give him an hour's dreaming where dwelt the nester girl. Few of them V ever seen her, for she was as shy as Rad y Slovar at hig was there: low t. And the news had gone far. That for the first time, there was a pleth- hands in the branding season. An inscrutable fate, and abetted by the foreman, threw one Johnny Mon- already favored far beyond his deserts, in the way of first chance at win- nester Johnny, young Texan, was a sort of Penhandle determined to give Mo a run, but no one { seemed to know how to get him up. Scheme after scheme was prospered and down and put Johnny up. Johnny had become unbearable. It was the horse-wrangler who precipi- tated matters finally. For a week he had been hunting horses, and, returning late one night, he threw himself into his bunk in desperate abandon. announcement. For a full minute there was silence in the bunkroom. Then the boys, all except Johnny Montague, who sat gazing mood- ily into the fireplace, grou about the lad and demanded particulars. “Oh, he’s just there all the time,” com- plained the boy. “Comes over in the mornin’ and hangs "round til night; to- build a cow-pen, and she was a-d n’ | relle=are footed and all,” he ended bit- terly. This was serious. There had been many rumors as to Mo's progress, but nothing quite so definite and reliable as this. Johnny, who had done much confirmation, and the boy, having reliev- ed his heart by dividing its burden, out a six-shooter and began practising the direction of an imigina the gun. "He shore is a-payin’ of her some deli- | cate attentions,” observed the fcreman, | who then proceeded to dress down the Joungster, first asking him why he did all | his horse-hunting on Mammoth. | It has always been a question just who | first conceived the idea; it might have | come simultaneously to the three or four i who lounged in the bunk-house next day when the cook, clearingout a saddie-room | to make space for a lot of supplies, drag- ged forth a pair of old, rusty leg-irons | that Smoky Bell had brought these : before attached to one of his ankles. It was developed that night when the shack- les were around and the - Smoky’s long ride in the dead of - after getting away from the sheriff at old. The little horse- } {ward puting the idea into execution. : Johnny Montague patted some "juber” and did a step, As fine a little detachment of Texas rs as ever hunted down a criminal hi up on the flat in front of the mess- house. If mustered half a dozen specially selected men, not one of w as it may seem, had been within ' miles of Mammoth since the coming of day he was helpin’ the old man nester | pin-wheel with many vicious pokings in Mo. “Derned ar ar, I mean,” | concluded the boy, with a final snap of | person. | ; x i Mo was silent. For a miie or more he | ! had been growing darker withevery step, | rejected; they wanted something neat and now he resembled the bank of a and practical, something that would serve | cyclone cloud just before the twister lets | a double stroke. That is, it must pull Mo | down. Smoky Bell's leg-irons were chaf- | ing Mo's ankles, and the discovery had been made that some one had blundered | in snapping them up to the last notch | where they resisted all efforts at ing. | The joke had already gone some Sg | past Mo's idea of its logical climax, and | it began to look as if it might be neces- “Mo's got her!" was his despairing | sary to keep him “hog tied’ for several | | days. “It "ll do you good, Mo, to spend a day or two with the -at the old ranch,” some one was saying in soothing tones. | "They shore been a hankerin’ some | | for—"" | Bang! bang-bang! Out of the pe ! debouched on the right came somethin, truly terrifying. Mounted, bareback an | astride, on a heavy farm-horse that charg- ‘ed with all the lumbering earnestness of ' his cavalry cousin multiplied by ten, the | nester girl bore down upon the group of | astounded cowboys. Her hair streamed | wild, her legs were bare to the knee, and lone she was white, white as some careering | riding of late, bowed his head in silent | death as the crest of a deluge. R ] | heavy pistol, strapped to her waist, jump- go | ed shoulder-high with every bound of the | horse; in her free hand she carried anoth- er with which she was firing blindly in ' the general direction of the group. The joke was all over. There was nothing left for "Captain Lauterdale and his company of “Rangers” to do but take to the woods with all possible expedition, which they did, in such disorder as to i render the term “stampede” wholly in- adequate for present purposes. A Ms : and some low sand dunes on the Fag swallowed thew ub, and the nester girl was Hugging = o's wrist + bindings when J tague, attract. ' ed by the shots, 1 into near view. Mo tried to restrain her, but the H sensing a situation that the man's reason had not yet grasped, brushed him aside and blazed away at the exquisite Johnny, whe, only a minute before, had been rehearsing love speeches for her ae h 5 Sangh) ou t in his upper an instant later one the Box T's most cherished the one relating to a as a certain ph invincibili ty rider—was shattered into a million-piece cut-up idea. ‘Warpaint, who had not been known to pitch 4 pi or even hump his back since unior , went into the air with his in toward 4 Nebraska, came down with gaze fixed on nothing but the direction of the Gulf of Mexico. When, some time later, Johnny came down, he started run- whole soul a; tly set Be wa BAY He e nigh. A shaky, but full of joyous satisfaction, ! and | ties. The world that they knew was rights, and it held to a lot of unwritten | law never heard of nowadays, but it gave | in’ ‘round them nesters, tryin’ to cut out | of a little draw that | reached those skulking behind the hack- berries and sand dunes. Half an hour later “Captain” Lauter- | dale’s “Texas Rangers” reassembled on a flat 2 mile or so below the scene of their | inglorious rout and reported as to casual- | th There wefe pone; Warpaint not being present. Johnny Montague was up ! behind “Captain” Lauterdale. Warpaint, ! they reckoned, was already at the ranch. “ a-yander!” exclaimed some one, | pointing toward the long divide that | sheared Mammoth and Wolf, where, sil- houetted against the reddening afternoon sky, two mounted figures could be seen . moving rapidly. “That aie i poine, Where re goin'?" specula the “Captain.” thera new nester over on Clear Creek, where they're a-headin’, is a parson” re- | plied Johnny Montague, sadly. i "If they ain't a file or a cold-chisel ! over there, Mo "ll spend his honeymoon | a-horseback,” remarked ihe “Captain,” | dryly.—By Dave King, in Harper's Weekly. Real Estate Transfers, William Bush et ux to Daniel Hall Sept. 19, 1911, tract of land in Unionville; i Lorenzo G. Runk et ux to Scott W. Thirey, Sept. 22, 1911, tract of land in Philipsburg; $1100. John Ciesla et ux to Florence L. Twigg jue. 22, 1911, tract of land in Rush Twp; First National Bank of State College to | Ray D. Gilliland, Sept, 22, 1911, tract of land in State College; . Thos. Foster et ai to Susan Comfort, | Sept. 30, 1909, tract of land in State Col- lege; $450. Rosetta Runkle et bar to C. C. Bartges Apr. 14, 1902, tract of land in Gregg Twp.; $112.50. Thomas Royer to). B. Heberling, July 15m. tract of land in State College; Lizzie Catherman to Catharine M. Catherman, Sept. 28, 1906, tract of land in Taylor Twp.; $300. A. J. Long et ux to P. G. Murray, Sept. 9, 1911, tract of land in Boggs Twp.; Mary Wertz to Harvey Emenheizer, | Sept. 2, 1911, tract of land in Spring Twp.; John S. Schaffer et al to Mary Schaffer | et al, Oct. 5, 1911, tract of land in Harris Twp.; SL Mary K. Gray et al to Mary K. Gray, Sept. 23, 1911, tract of land in Philips | burg; $1. Oct. 2, jon, tract of land in Bellefonte; Slow, good-natured Mo Smith was still | $325. smiling and trying to understand when, | W. E. Hurley, sherifi to Terressa | Frank, Oct. 2, 1911, tract of land in Rush | Twp.; $100. i | How to Treat a Man, by a Horse. | | him violently in the stomach. This treat- ' ment will restore him if persistently ad- | hered in. If a man finds his load too heavy, and feels that it will seriously strain him to proceed, kick off a fence board and knock him down. This will give him renewed energy and he will make no more fuss. But do not under any circumstances reduce the load. If a | an refuses to drink when you give him do not give him any water for two | days. That will teach him to be thirsty i | to him. | whip frequently on a man who is at work. Supersitions about Sait. It is a curious fact that from the earl- iest times, many superstitions have clung about the use of salt. There is much evi dence in Holy Writ for ceremonial uses of it. The Mosaic law commands that every oblation of meat offering shall be season- ed with salt, a command that is given, with variations, in various books of the Bible, such as Leviticus ii. 13, and Ezekiel xvi., 4. In the old days salt was put into a child’s mouth in baptism, and in some countries to this day the custom is followed of throwing a pinch of it into holy water to ward off the evil spirit omer calls salt divine. The oid Tue- tonic races looked upon salt springs as holy, and worshipped them. Tacitus tells of a long and devastating war waged over te question of lordship over one. The kernel of all the salt superstitions seems to be this: Salt cannot be corrupt, and has therefore, the title to be regarded as a symbol of immortality. In Ireland it was for long the custom to place a pewter plate containing salt upon the heart of the corpse until burial. Then, with coals and holy water, it was thrown into the grave. Of the very many superstitions touch- ing salt, the most familiar is, of course, that which holds it unlucky to spill. An origin has been alleged for this in de Vinci's “Last Supper,” wherein, at the side of Judas, is represented an over- turned salt-vessel. It seems, however, to be a fact that this superstition dates farther back. There is evidence to show that, when the victims for Roman sacri- fices were led to death with salt upon their heads, it was regerded as the very worst of omens should they take it off. Icebergs. Among the perils and the wonders of the ocean there are few more interesting things than icebergs, interesting not only by reason of their gigantic size, their fan- tastic shapes, their exceeding beauty, but also for the manner wherein they array themselves. Icebergs exhibit a tendency to form both clusters and long lines, and these groupings may arise from the effects both of ocean currents and of storms. Some very singular lines of bergs, ex- tending for many hundreds of miles east of Newfoundland, have been shown on official charts issued by the government. Two of these cross each other, each keep- ing on its independent course after the crossing. In several instances parellel lines of bergs leave long spaces of clear water between them. Curiously enough, , while enormous fields of ice invade the W.E. Hurley, sheriff to Mary Cook, | ¢ : A i | at the opening of spring during certain | at any time you can conveniently attend | It isa good plan to apply the | | No matter if he is doing his best, hit him | now and then on ‘general principles,” and to prevent him from taking any com. fort. If his load is not heavy, oblige him to go faster to make up for it. Tie your man’s head back in an unnatural posi- tion, with his eyes toward the sun. This will give him a fine appearance and pre- vent stumbling. In winter remove his clothing to prevent his taking cold. He will also dry quicker when you overwork him. Men thus treated are healthier.” — Selected. | ——1If you want high class job work | come to the WATCHMAN office. Take Your Bearings. If you are suffering from “weak lungs,” | obstinate cough, bleeding at the lungs, ‘with attendant emaciation and night- ! sweats, every day sees you either a step | farther from health or a step nearer. | Which is it in your case? There is no | standing still. Are you moving back- | wards or forwards? | Those who try Dr. Pierce's Golden edical Discovery for “weak” or bleed- ing lungs will be able to take their bear- i accurately. They will find them- selves taking a step toward health with every dose ! gives the sick so much confidence to i | | that they are certainly growing better every day. i The Sparrow’s Singing-master. {It is generally known that some species of birds are able to imitate the songs of other birds, but in one instance a spar- : Jow learned the shrill chant of grass rs. i insects happened to be confined in a small eclostive ung beside the spar- row's cage, one day sparrow heard imitating the notes of the insects. All the rest of its life, and long after from whom it had taken its peculiar music of its lost friends. The Hatter and the Rabbit. shapes the poke ef- among 2 g ——For high class Job Work come to the WATCHMAN Office. Millions of rabbits are killed annually | Its significance was su so-called “steamer lanes” of the Atlantic years, in other years at that season there 1s comparatively little ice to be seen. The ice comes, of course, from the edges of the Arctic regions, from the ice-bound coasts of Greenland and Labrador, where huge bergs, broken from the front of the glaciers at the point where they reach the i 5 : i | When a Band from _ exhaus. | sea, start on their long journeys towa | tion or illness promptly seize an end board | ’ i the ' lor a cart stake and pound him on the that Sows om Bafive Day imo the ribs. If this does not recuperate him, kick | the south, driven by the great current northern Atlantic Ocean. The Iron Crown of Italy. The historic iron crown of Italy has played a romantic role in the history of the Peninsula. [It was made in the year 594 by the command, it is said, of Theo- dolinda, the widow of a Lombard king, on the occasion of her marriage to a Duke of Turin. The crown is of iron overlaid with gilt. to lay in the fact that the weight of royalty could never be lightened by its splendid ex- terior. The front of the inner portion was traditionally held to be one of the long nails used at the Crucifixion. For a long time the crown was in the . keeping of the famous monastery at Mon- za. In 774 it was brought forth to be placed upon the head of Charlemagne as “King of the Lombards,” and on later oc- casions it figured in the triumphs of Frederic IV. and Charles V. Finally, in the presence of all the representatives of state, the foreign envoys and princes and dial of officers, Napoleon Bouapne solemnly united it to the crown of France. The crown belongs to the state, and the | custodian of it is the legitimate represen- tative of the basilica of Monza. The title | of “grand custodian,” however, pertains | to the head of the Order of Cavaliers. Wanted—Cheap Corks. If any ingenious person can invent a ' substitute for corks in champagne-bottles, ' only from the finest Catalonia cork-wood. | of the medtcine. Nothing | presist with this great remedy as the fact | was | the Pierce's Common Seuse were dead, the sparrow continued to intermingle with its own songs the | he may be sure of avery comfortable fortune, for cham e corks are expen- sive, a really ye costing as high as ten cents. Lo The reason for this high cost is princi- pally the length of time that must elapse before a giower can realize on his investment. Champagne corks are made After the tree is planted, thirty years must elapse before it isready for the first stripping, but this bark is too coarse for champagne corks, as is the second bark, taken off eight years later. Another eight years must pass before a champagne-cork crop is gathered, making in all forty-six ears that the grower must wait before can get any material return from his trees. Furthermore, champagne corks are cut by hand and not by machinery, as are less expensive corks, as they must be perfect in size and shape, or else the quality of the wine will suffer. “The Bible of the Body.” That title has been aptly given to Dr. because to the book, or 31 stam Address Dr. R. V. Marriage ria Licen ses. Levi B. Rightnour and Creta P. Bates. "both of Warriormark. Toner I. Fetzer and Lucinda Kline, both of Yarnell. Lloyd L. Shawver, Pleasant Gap, crowns | Carrie Dawson, of Axemann. Wm. M. Gates and Ethel P. Leathers, both of Mt. Eagle. Webster Burkey, of Conemaugh, and ne Glenn, Iva M. Askey, of Medical Adviser, FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN. DAILY THOUGHT. if thou hast crushed a flower, The root may not be blighted; If thou hast quenched a lamp, Once more it may be lighted. But if upon the troubled sea Thou hast thrown a gem unheeded, Hope not that wind or waves will bring The treasure back when needed. ~Hemans. Fringe is everywhere; the long, silk fringe, the beaded, glistening fringe, the ball fringe, are used in all fields of dress for young and not so young. Filet lace is much used for panels, yokes and undersieeves. Sometimes the figures are embroidered in colors to carry out a tone idea of the costume. All manner of silk puffings, tiny frills and wide, shirred bands, besides the large pleated ruche appear on gowns and :js- tumes designed for the coming season. The Indian Durbar has been proclaim- ed for December 12th, and to its barbaric _ influence is ascribed the wonderfully bar- baric note of newly-imported silks. Some of the coats and skirts now being shown for the first time have very start- ling effects, which are, nevertheless, ex- tremely smart. One of white cloth is trimmed with bands of very wide black silk braid, appears on the bottom of the coat, which reaches to a little below the hips, and appears again on the hem of a somewhat fuller skirt. Another costume of a more useful type is made of fine blue serge, with a cutaway coat that slopes down fairly long on the hips, the only trimming being a simulated sailor collar, while big crochet-covered buttons fasten the coat in front, and ornament the hip- straps that give a very slender appear- ance to the skirt, which is otherwise de- void of trimming. Women noted for being successful host- esses say that they believe in giving chil- dren's parties, that nothing brings out boys and girls so well, and makes them so self- and so well able to un- derstand each other. A children’s party should include children of about the same age—that is within one to three years of each other's birthdays. The invitations ought to be sent in very polite style ask- ing for the pleasure of the company of Miss Blank, or Master Blank in quite the same manner as the invitations of the grown-ups. There should be a plentiful supply of good things to eat at these par- ties and always an older person or three or four if they are available, to super- intend the playing of games. Boys can be encouraged to wait on the girls and in this way taught gallantry and respect for the little ladies who will some day de- mand these same attentions at the bigger parties they will grace. Apples, rosy-cheeked and richly yellow, are, of course, the most popular Hallow- e'en fruit; but to stop at apples indicates little knowledge of the appetizing quali- ties of the other favorites. The pear is here in many varieties—the Seckel, and its cousin, the Durre de Anjou—the latter a pear that has ..uproved wonderfully in the five short years of its existence; and then, too, tle winter Neilis, likewise of fine flavor, and a relative of the Seckel, is on sale. Among the grapes the Tokay is a favor- ite, as it does not stain the table linen as it falls thereon—and grapes have a habit of falling on the cloth at Hallowe'en par- ties. The Niagara, Delaware and Concord are all waiting for All Hallows Eve. Matching them in color are the plums, the Kelsey and Italian prune plum, being most prominent in all we fruiterers’ dis- plays. The pumpkin takes advantage of the season to ignore the fact that it is of the vegetable family and proudly takes the centre of the stage, or window, with the air of I am it. Nuts, likewise, hobnob with the fruits during the Hallowe'en season; fat chest- nuts acknowledge no rivals, although the English walnut, the almond, the filbert, the hazelnut and peanut all have a place on the Hallowe'en party table. — Knitted wear is gaining for sports, and knitted coats are even worn under fur ones for winter motoring. Indeed, there are numerous developments of the wool- | work motoring outfit. Among the most ' novel and practical of these is the knitted ‘or crocheted muff. A substitute for furs is absolutely essential for those who go in for snow and ice sports. Many of the tweeds this year have a ‘ knot in them in some fairly bright shade and a woolen scarf and muff to pick up this color would be delightfully cozy, as | well as very becoming if a tone that suits the wearer is selec A muff, for instance, made in knotted double crochet in a soft Gobelin shade of blue lined with white crochet is very smart, and would not take more than ‘about a day to make if one sat at it, as it is a very simple stitch, though remark- ably effective. For those who prefer ' knitting there is a charming production, ! of which the outer covering 1s done in | cable stitch, silk used instead of | wool. The cable stitch, for the informa- tion of those who are not acquainted with it, has a thick rope effect, which is very handsome. To complete the set there should, of course, bea woolen hat, cap or bonnet. One of the i ' Normandy peasant shape, with the crown | mark ' Corn . fresh milk, with two ‘to mix it well into dodgers with the hands. Have griddle very the bread on and cook , a crisp rich brown.
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