EE ———— Demo atc Belletonte, Pa., February 13, 1914. A VALENTINE. O postman, bring a valentine, No bit of silk and lace, But to this longing heart of mine ‘The comfort of a written line, A name—how oft he used to sign That name with easy grace. But I have watched these many days— Have watched, and all in vain; Beneath the sun’s fierce summer rays, In autumn’s deepening gloom and haze, ‘When winter crowned with snow the ways, Through shadow and through rain. The months have come, the months have gone, My vigil still I keep, My treasures, books that he has read. His picture hung beside my bed, My soul enshrining all he said— My heart too sad to weep. O postman bring a valentine, To fill my life with joy: A little page, a scribbled line, The one word “Mother;” oh, divine The bliss ‘twould bring this heart of mine— A message from my boy. —Lalia Mitchell in the Youth's Companion. FROM INDIA. By One on Medical Duty in that Far Eastern Country. Vivid Description of a Visit to Be- mares and a Trip up the Ganges River. Lucknow, DECEMBER 29th, 1912. Dear Home Folk: You will see by the above where I am, but I am going to tell you of Benares, where I left you last week. Early Thurs- day morning we started sight-seeing, tak- ing with us the “chaprossi” to act as guide. Urging haste the driver soon got us to the river edge and amidst squallor and untidiness we went down great high “ghats” (steps) until we finally came to the boats; little affairs, but each with a cabin on the top of which were placed three old chairs. Into these we gingerly sat for should one be out of line the boat toppled and we were threatened with a bath. This famous river is very beauti- ful; wide, deep and slow moving and this morning the opposite bank was wrapped in mist, so that it looked as though it might be a lake. Small, curious sail- boats were dotted over its surface. We were attracted by the throngs of Indian people who were performing their morn- ing worship; being sun worshippers, they must bathe in the light of the early morning sun. Old, young and middle aged stood knee deep or waist deep in the water; others squatting on the lower steps, dipping their hands into the water, indifferent as to each other, or to any of the sight seers. The man I was watch- ing cleaned his teeth in the dirty, yellow, moss-coverd water, within a few feet of the emptying of a city sewer, and anoth- er squatting at the side of him took up three hands-full of water and tossed it toward the sun, at the same time his lips moving as though in prayer; again he cups his hand, but this time the hand en- cirled his head, sprinkling the water over his body, then with the empty hand he crosses himself; again the water is caught up but this time he draws it into his nose and placing a finger upon the right nostril holds it there while seeming to be meditating. Every one of the bathers, after they have dipped uncountable times, proceeds to wash his clothing so that as you go past one “ghat” after another, you see clothes hanging from every possible spot, or lying on the ground drying. The up- per portion of these “ghats” are very beautiful and as each builder hopes to win favor thus, the newer ones are very elegant. At the top of these’ long flights of stairs is, in most instances, a Hindu temple, so that after our boat turned to start back we dismounted at one and climbed to the top of an observatory near one of the temples. After we had passed the starting place we were shown the famous burning “ghat” and fortunately one body was be- ing consumed, the fire burning clear and almost smokeless, among the uninterest- ed surrounders. Two other forms were lying under red “sauris”, garlanded with yellow flowers, feet in the water, await- ing their turn to be consumed by the ele- ments. But we are pulled on past this pitiful sight, and knowing that the feet of “bishem” are supposed to have left some marks some place near here, we ask to be shown, and again we climb stone steps and roam along open trench- es, past bathing pools and are shown two marble feet, not larger ‘that a childs. While looking, some pilgrims with their clothing in a pack upon their backs, go past us in single file, eyes fixed on that blessed river which they had come so far to see. A guide takes us to see one of the tem- ples, and again we climb, for all are built on the river bank, which is nearly fifty feet high here. These temples are three or four stories high, and finally, after much twisting came to the fearful image of what to me looked like a great marble cow lying down (my imagination thus names it.) Truly there is little resem- blancc to any creature I have ever seen; it was garlanded with yellow flowers and enclosed with a fence of iron, on an ele- vated platform on a leyel with my shoul- der. We walked around it and looking at the canopy we saw beautiful carvings in great profusion. We were shown sil- ver doors with gold knobs, but we were: not duly impressed, for we thought of the poor creatures who had thus denied themselves, and wished they *had kept a larger portion for their own needs. Again we are in the boat going up stream to see more of these splendors. We pass one “ghat” that has fallen into the river; it was too heavy for the foun- dation. It must have been very gor- geous. We see more bathers and wor- shippers, more throwing of flowers, and a tiny baby’s form with a big black crow, pulling flesh from its legs, drifts past us within a few feet of the boat; it makes us shudder. Finally we came to the only Moham- medan mosque on this river side of Hin- du temples and again we get out. This time, after paying our boatman and climbing the steps, we find a clean, wide open space with floor of marble, three alcoves looking toward Mecca, all as usual, absolutely bare with the exception of carved ceilings and pillars. Here we saw our first funny sight; it was a short, fat woman about fifty years of age, stand- ing in her stocking feet, scolding her guide because he had promised to show her the very innermost portions, and there were none to show. It was amus- ing to see her flushed face, umbrella fly- ing, nice brown stockinged feet firmly planted on holy ground, berating the poor man for things that were no fault of his. We hurried out of the way lest her wrath would be turned upon us. From this place we started back afoot, through a street (we would call it an al- ley, and a very narrow one at that as no vehicle except a bicycle could pass through it.) Here we see a strange sight; a young man, tall and well built, but a pure albino, dressed in Hindu clothes, is making his way to the river to bathe. I am told his parents are pure Hindus, but that is hard to believe for the Hindu people I have seen are small in stature with delicate, clear cut fea- tures, while this man had none of the dainty about his make-up, although he really had a handsome face. We now go winding back and forth through this five-foot alley with little niches on each side, in which sits a sell- er and his wares, sweets, brass, old cu- rios, etc, all jumbled together, and I knew I could never find my way did not the “chaprassi” go ahead. The houses are three and four stories high with bal- conies projecting out that almost touch each other, and one catches only an oc- casional glimpse of the sky as you pass along. We first came to the brass bazaar and it is so interesting to see those workers, without seeming to notice their work, striking with a big hammer, each time making a small mark, which helps to fill out a beautiful pattern on their piece of brass. It is not cheap as you buy it here and yet, for the amount you pay at home and the amount of work, for once you: pay for full value. I should have liked to havestayed here and just looked to my heart’s content, but we hasten on and the next place we went to was a silk bazaar; up a curious winding alley way, through a strange passage-way of a house, up more steps, and here was a very elegant store. Itis here you find what is known as the Be- nares silk. We then went to see more temples. The buildings are so close together cne can scarcely pass another person; they are beautifully carved, but it was only the outside which we saw. We looked through a small hole in one of these places and saw a golden image of a wom- an, behind which was a fire burning. The building seemed full of worshippers, but we were not allowed more than a peep—It was the money temple. We go along some more narrow pas- sages and coming to the front of a build- ing go up into the upper story of a small building and gaze on the three gold- en domes of the golden temple. There was an unusual stream of people going and coming, and as they went in they threw Ganges water up onto an image over the gateway, and so it was always dripping. As they came outa man was standing at the gateway and upon each worshipper’shead, between the eyes, was smudged alittle white stuff, like chalk. While looking at this crowd one of the priests (at least I think he was a priest) came along this passage-way, bearing a square tray of live coals, and from the corners of the tray hung silver bells. He came along rapidly, calling out in a loud voice to make way for him. He was followed by a half-dozen men, carry- ing on their heads immense brass bowls, all went into the temple. After these passed by many of those coming out stooped and touched the ground with their fingers and then touched their forehead. Then we went along a foul-smelling al- ley and came to the temple “Gya,” or holy cattle, and here were some very nice, sleek looking oxen and cows, in front of them were the faithful, and much money was lying on the ground. We did not stay here very long; it was a filthy, foul smelling place, although the sun was trying its best to purify it. After a long winding through narrow passages, simply crowded with people, with the stone floor slippery and muddy, we final- ly came out into the open world once more, found our carriage and told the man to drive us home quickly, as it was almost eleven o’clock and we were very hungry. : After eating and having a nice long sleep we got a carriage and started to a suburb, Saruath, which is said to be the place where Budha made his first con- verts so that carvings and things dating from 350 B. C., are found all around there. It was a long drive but one felt truly repaid after: you ‘had roamed through the halls of those old monas- ASTOUNDED BY EVILS, TURNS ON teries and a supposed hospital, and saw the great “stupa” that was built so many ; centuries ago. | We then went into the museum, and here saw three great lions, beautifully carved out of stone, so highly polished that they were almost like a mirror; yet their age is unknown. I could not begin to tell you of the numerous’ carv- ings and pieces of pottery that is collect- | the National Association Opposed to, ed in this place. It is all very interest- , ing could one only have time to study it. The sun has gone to cheer other folks and from past experience we know that very soon it will be dark, so we say good bye to Bgnares as a sight-seeing place. I did not leave until Friday night and I ' spent the time during the day visiting Victoria hospital and chatting with the people in the house. I left them at 10.30 getting a train at11.15 for Lucknow. I arrived here on Saturday, at 9.15; ten hours to go one hundred and thirty-eight miles. (Continued next week) St. Valentine’s Day and Its Traditions. " What part St. Valentine, the martyred Bishop of Rome, played in betraying the | antics of Dan Cupid, is still shrouded in i mystery, or why St. Valentine's day should have been chosen for the dis- tribution of love-letters or tokens. However, its celebration has been traced back to old Roman days when the Tupercalia, feasts honoring Pan and Juno, took place during the month of ! February, when, amidst pretentious and various ceremonies, the names of young { women were put in a box, from which the swains drew n, according to chance. ; From this old festival, sprang the Christian feast of substituting saints names for those of women and they celebrated this fete on St. Valentine's 7 i ere was an ancient custom which continued until comparatively recent times, for an equal number of young men and women to meet on the eve of St. Valentine’s day and to hold a kind of lottery. Their names, real or assumed, were each written on separate slips of paper, and then the maids with trepida- tion, proceeded tc draw the names of the eachelors, and the bachelors, the names of the maids, and in this chance way, bach became a “Valentine,” and it became the duty of the gentleman to pay homage to his Valentine during the ensuing year, and give her gifts and wear her name in his bosom or upon his sleeve. Besides drawing lots, it was also thought proper to choose fo: his Valen- tine, the first young man or woman that one chanced to see or meet on the morn- ing of February 14th. There was a tradition that every bird chose its mate on Valentine’s day and it was the custom for the young people to go early in the morning and try to catch an owl and two sparrows in a net. It was considered a good omen if they suc- ceeded. Those were days in which great faith was placed in charms, and all the rural | maidens had ways of foretelling the ' name of their future husband. eve of St. Valentine’s day, they gathered five bay leaves and pinned them to their pillows, one in each corner and one in the middle. If she dreamed of her sweet- heart, she would marry him before the year was out. But to make sure, she must boil an egg until it was hard, remove the yolk, and fill its place with salt. Before retiring, she must eat egg, salt, shell and all, and neither speak nor drink afterwards. This was indeed apt to bring forth a dream. One Saloon That is Useful. : In the January American Magazine Peter Clark MacFarlane tells true stories of several drunkards who have succeeded in riding themselves of the liquor habit. : In the course of his article he tells about the Self-Master Colony at Elizabeth, New ! Jersey, where a great work is being done —particularly for men and women ad- | dicted to drink. The following extract | from the article explains the advantage to the colony of a saloon across the street: “Across the road from the Colony is Riley’s—a typical country saloon. To the inmates oi the Colony, Riley’sis a sort of testing machine. If a man can sit on the Colony’well curb and look at Riley’s indifferently,—as if it were an undertaker’s shop, for instance,—he is getting along. If, on the contrary, at the squeak and pouf of these swinging doors he wets his lips and shades his eyes in an endeavor to catch a glimpse of the forms at the bar—why, his reform is ino very prosperous state. “All of which is in accord with the Self-Master idea. Indeed, while poor weak men are continually taking things from the Colony, rugs, tables, blankets, anything at all portable or negotiable, and exchanging them for drinks at Ri- ley’s, I do not know that Mr. Floyd would like Riley to move away. The men have to learn to face the temptation of the roadside saloon when they go out. Itis perhaps well for them to practice on Ri- ley’s which thus, all unwittingly, be- comes -a part of the Colony teaching ap- paratus.” Calls the Church a Harbor for Some of the Worst Sinners. In the February Woman's Home Com- portant and interesting article entitled “Why Fifty Women Do Not Go to Church.” A woman tells, as follows, why she has given up church going: “The trouble with the church is that it has developed into a sort of harbor for those who are flying from their sins. People repent of their sins, and join the church to save their own souls, which is a very natural but a selfish reason. They join the church not from any broad love of humanity or desire for service, but be- cause they desire to escape damnation. The fundamental requirement, according to orthodoxy, is not works but faith; no matter how upright and irreproachable a man’s life has been; nojmatter how benev- olent nor how broad his service to hu- manity; no matter what he has ac- complished in the world, if he has not accepted the orthodox faith he is lost. On the other hand, man may have been a life-long criminal with scarcely a re. deeming act, but when he comes to die he makes some sort of confession of faith and on to eternal bliss. I like to think of the gates of mercy as being ever ajar, but it is ridiculous to bls that the just and upright man whose only fault was lack of faith will be shut out.” the | panion, a contributor writes a very im- |8U SUFFRAGE. ADMITS SHE WAS WRONG. Washington, Aug.—Miss Annie Bock, who was one of California’s most active suffragists for more than a year, is as- tounded by the evils which she says she has found in equal suffrage in her own ‘State. She has turned against the suf- “ frage movement and has issued a notable statement through the headquarters of { Woman Suffrage here. “Votes for women, described by its ! advocates as the panacea for all politica! evils,” says Miss Bock, “is working havoc i among those very women who have per- suaded the men voters of their States to | give them the suffrage. Women who i have obtained the franchise are Franken- _steins, creators of a political monster palling results. “It takes some fortitude to come out and acknowledge that one has been wrong. After due observation, study and deliberation I am willing to make such a confession. As secretary of the California Equality League, the largest suffrage organization in California, I gave with- out remuneration over a year of my life working for suffrage. And now all I have to say is that if I had it to doover again I ! would work twice as hard, if that were possible, against it. “As a member of ten clubs and or- ganizations, also as registrar, precinct | captain, worker at headquarters and the polls, I have had more than ordinary op- | portunity to observe and watch the work- ings of suffrage, and I consider the result ! not only unsatisfactory and disappointing ! but disastrous. It is most unsatisfactory because what was surmised had been demonstrated—that the majority of wom- en not only do not care to vote but have no interest whatever in suffrage. The New York woman who came out to Cali- fornia and found that women did not turn out well atthe polls—that suffrage isa failure—found out the truth. Just recently the California suffragists sen: out workers to initiate the New York woes into the California modus oper- andi. found that women in politics are no bet- ter than men. The women of Colorado have had suffrage nearly twenty years, but from what I have seen Ido not be- lieve the women of Colorado are any bet- ter off economically or in any other way Sib the women of the worst anti-suffrage tate. years of fighting there has never been a man or woman advocate of equal suf- frage who had done any unlawful act or this bold declaration? “I want to say to the Rev. Anna that there are hundreds of men and women who are advocating woman suffrage in this country alone who scorn the law, work to down our Constitution. “I do not deny there are some lovable, enthusiastic suffragists, but they know not what they do. The. persistency of a few agitators, a small minority of their burden which they do not care to bear and which will bring calamity to the na- tion. Men should not be impressed by the parades and demonstrations of a few thousand faddists picked up here an there over the country. “Woman suffgage in California brought woman into too familiar contact with man. She has her rights now; she is equal to him—on his level. Where pre- viously men were generally courteous, now they are rude. Women suffragists been a great success in California. But if you analyze what they say you will find all the success they talk about is mere assertion. “Mary Foy was in Washington as a member of the Democratic National com- mittee. She stayed in the East three months and when she returned home she made a speech. During her talk she told us that a woman from New York had been out to see how suffrage worked in California and had reported that women did not turn out well at the polls, and she urged us to vote, ‘because,’ she said, ‘it makes it so much harder for the women of other States to get suffrage if you don’t vote.’ : “Now, Mary is as good-hearted a wom- an as ever lived, but why should she urge the women of California to do some- thing they do not wish to do in order that other women in other States, who do not wish to vote, may have a burden put Ton them. Can you see the philosophy in that?” ——A pretty little decoration for a Saint Valentine’s luncheon could be car- ried out by having a tall, blindfolded Dlastes Cupid for the centre of the table. tand the Cupid in a bed of delicate pink roses, have true-lover’s knots of baby- blue ribbon extending from the quiver on his back to every cover, and scatter tiny pink hearts lightly covered with cloth. To carry out the saying, “Love is blind,” have tiny gilded, penny scales tied with baby-blue ribbon and place one before each cover. In one side of the scale have a dainty pink cardboard heart. Each girl may to a certain extent de- ‘| termine her fate by writing on the tiny white cardboard heart, attached to her est-card, the power which she may think most likely to carry weight in her future love affaire—rank, position, mon- ey, ambition, and so on. This white pasteboard heart should be thrown upon the other side of the scale. If it out- weighs the delicate little pink heart, then the influence expressed upon it, and not love, will control her future. Working Women who are exposed to the strain of daily labor, the changes of weather, and who must work no matter how they feel, are those most liable to “female troubles.” Irregular periods, and suppression, lead to more serious diseases until the wan face, the shadowed eyes, the nervous twitchings of the body all tell the story of serious derangement of the delicate womanly organs or arrest of their func- tions. all such cases Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription has wonderful efficacy. It quickly restores regularity, and gives health to the diseased The nervousness ceases, the cheeks be- come full and bright. The whole body reflects the conditions of perfect health. When constipation clogs the system Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets will work an ‘absolute cure. ERR that has turned upon the sex with ap- “Suffragists assert that women will | purify politics On the contrary, I have “The Rev. Anna Howard Shaw is quot- ed as saying that in all the sixty-five who had been other than a law abiding citizen. Where has the Rev. Anna been | all these years—in her closet praying— that she dare calmly come out and make | denounce the Bible, trample our flag and | sex, should not put upon the great ma-! jority of women an obligation and a | will almost make one believe suffrage has | FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN i DAILY THOUGHT. i An Old-Time Valentine. ““TO DORINDA ON VALENTINE’S DAY.” “Look how, my dear, the feathered kind. My snutual ca resses joined, Bill, and seem to teach us two What we to love and custom owe. Shall only you and I forbear To meet, and make a happy pair? i Shall we alone delay to hive? This day an age of bliss may give. But, ah, ween I the proffer make, Still coyly you refuse to take; My heart I indicate in vain. The too mean present you disdain, Yet since the solemn time allows To choose the object of our vows, Boldly I dare profess my flame Proud to be yours, by any name.” A ‘“‘match-making dinner” could be cleverly carried out for Saint Valentine’s Eve. The hostess should be costumed as Madam Grundy, with black silk mitts, hoop-skirts, folded kerchief, bobbing curls and supercilious lorgnette. Just as soon as the guests arrive she should straight- way separate the girls and men, dividing them in two palpitating divisions, one on each side of the room. Each man must be given a red paper heart with a tiny scarlet pencil attached; each girl must be given a large key of scarlet cardboard. At a signal from Madam Grundy every man should write on his heart the kind of girl the hopes to marry some day— though Heaven forbid that he ever find her, as a very vivid imagination and a keen sense of humor will probably enter more into his requirements than will his own ideals. At another signal the girls are each to write a list of the desirable matrimonial assets which they consider they possess. “After these lists 'are finished, at the tap of a tiny bell, partners for the even- ing may be chosen by matching the cards, every man in the hubbub endeav- oring to locate his affinity, and every girl trying to prove that she alone has the ' key which will unlock his heart.’ The rules that govern this affair must require that after the couples have divid- ed themselves off according to their own lights, each pair in turn must stand be- fore Madam Grundy and prove that their selection of each other is justifiable. In cases of ill-assorted mates Madam Grun- dy has the right to forbid the “bans” in spite of all protest. The march into the dining-room should begin after all the couples have been | more or less satisfactorily adjusted. For | the centre of the dining-table, on a large, | scarlet, heart-shaped centrepiece, have a “chaperon,” a stiff wooden doll dressed to represent the part. Fringe the heart with a border of tiny red hearts pierced with sharpened safety-matches; scatter tiny hearts all over the cloth, and from each cover have festoons of safety-match- es and tiny scarlet hearts strung on scarlet baby-ribbon and extending to the chandelier.—At every other cover have tiny boxes of safety-matches as souvenirs for the girls. On each box paste a flat scarlet paper heart on which some old rhyme as this may be written: “There swims no goose so gray but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate.” Souvenirs for the men may be little black frying-pans with long black’ handles tied with scarlet ribbon. In each frying-pan have a flat, scarlet paper heart contain- | ing some inscription to explain the su- | perior advantages which hearts possess ! while they remain in masculine care and | keeping, and setting forth the indisput- i able fact that leaps from such frying-pans | can be into nothing but consuming fires. Have the “chaperon” mounted on a ' little mechanical device made out of heavy cardboard and a strong pivot pin, concealed by her flowing skirts, which will enable her to spin around and keep ' a vigilant eye on the young couples in- | trusted to her mercies. As soon as the ! couples are seated around the table old “Mrs. Busybody,” in her best black silk frock, should take the “chaperon” in charge, so to speak, and see that she dis- charges her obligations. She should spin her around on her pivot pin, and warn the young people that every turn of the rigid figure is freighted with deep signif- icance. The couple she faces after her first spin around may consider theia- selves the ones to be first married. Hav- ing already, before coming to the table, shown their mutual preference and affin- ity for each other, it now becomes neces- sary for them to prove their fitness to template. Even the laughter in the room must be hushed and every word, look and tone of the competitors carefully noted and jotted down, to be used either for or against them later in the evening by the expectant group of people around the table. If they manage to face the situation successfully, which includes keeping their gravity, “Mrs. Busybody” will hand them slips of paper and put to them a number of questions for the purpose of making er test of their fitness for each other. The answers to these ridiculous ques- tions must be written down by the pair if they feel equal to the task of grappling with them; those for the girl can touch on subjects which have been familiar bugbears for generations: “her recipe for pie-crust,” “her ability to refrain from making ange!-cake,” and so on. Those for the man may request an illus- tration of his method of discharging ‘belligerent cooks, his qualifications as a listener, his ability to survive home-made biscuits, etc. The second couple to be married will be indicated by the stare of the “chaper- on” after her second spin. This pair must go through the same experience by which the first couple were tested, the answers to the questions being also col- lected and kept for reference. The stopping of the “chaperon” before the same couple twice is to be interpret- ed as a postponement of their marriage for two years, three times, three years, and so on, until some of the unions are liable to be postponed indefinitely—a bit- ter reward for all the trials they have undergone. But in these cases the ques- tions are not to be Lean. The stop will simply be noticed as a prophecy for that couple, and the old lady will cheer- fully go sping on her way. . One would think that the course of true love had run roughly enough for these poor young merrymakers, and yet they are to be called on for a final test of their matrimonial fitness before the party breaks up for the evening. Little pack- ages : should be distributed to each guest. enter the happy state which they con- decorated and sealed with hearts | | “Mrs. Busybody” may announce that | five minutes only will be allowed for this | final contest. Breaking the packages | open, girls will find threaded needles and | neat little squares of cheesecloth having { holes punched in them; men will fini ! the same neat little squares, minus holes, | but with a needle, button and strand of thread inclosed. i Each girl muststart a-darning with her | left hand; each man must thread his | needle and sew on the button with as ! many hands as he cares to use. Prompt- i ly at the tap of the bell each article must | be relinquished, marked with its owner’s hame, and turned in to contest for a prize. Her Little Confidence Game. “We're playing railroad train.” she said as she pulled her father's paper away. “and I'm the conductor. Tick- ets, please.” : He took a card from his pocket apd handed it to ber. She looked at it 1u- tently for a minute and then handed it back. “That was issued yesterday,” she said. “and isn’t good today. . You'll have to pay cash or get off the train.” He gave her a dime. He knew he had been “worked.” but what else could he do? Half of the Pleasure. The youngest girl of a Baltimore family was recently much distressed at dessert to discover that there was ice cream for dinner. “Oh. papa.” exclaimed the young- ster reproachfully. “why didn’t they tell me this morning that we were go- ing to bave ice cream?” “What difference would that have made?” “Lots! sighed the child. “I could have expected it all day.”’—Lippincott’s Magazine. Low Necked Dresses. In the eariy days of Pennsylvania there wus a law. as we learn from documents in the state department, which stated as follows: “That if any white female of ten years or upward should appear in any public street. lane. highway. church, courthouse, tav- ern. ball, theater or any other place of public resort with naked shoulders —1, e.. low necked dresses--being able to purchase necessary clothing. she shall forfeit and pay a fine oi’ not less than $100 nor more than $200” The Woras That Won. in London one of the weekly papers offered a prize for the best list of strong words to number ten. The an- nouncement specified that but ten words would be considered from any one person and a committee of literary men would select from the numbers offered the ten strongest words in the English language. These are the words that won: Hate, blood. hungry. dawn. coming. gone. love. dead. alone, forever. Do you think of any stronger, fuller of suggestion ?— Exchange. His Start In Life. “How much of an income would it be necessary for you to have in order to be satisfied to retire?” “If 1 could be sure of $10.000 a year I would quit business and be thorough- ly satisfied.” “Do you think there is any chance that you will be able to get things fix- ed in the near future so that you will have as much as that?” “Well, I'm hopeful. I saved $11 out of my income last month.”"—Chicago Record-Herald. Quick Change. “Who,” she asked, “is that scrawny, bowlegged, ridiculous looking person talking to Miss Rockingham?” “That is Count Brisczpicksnitzel.” “Oh! What ar aristocratic, noble bearing he seems to have now that he has shifted his position so that the light strikes him properly!”—Chicego Record-Herald. The Light Fantastic. Lady—Sir, 1 wish that you could in- troduce a little change in your style of dancing. Her Partner—How do you mean, madam? Lady—You might oc- casionally step on my left foot instead of the right one.—Exchange. Not Deluded. “Do you want employment?” “Lady,” unswered Plodding Pete, “you means well, but you can’t make work sound any more invitin’ by usin’ words of three syllables.”—Washin- ton Star. Her Compliment. “Uncle Jehoshophat, I'm goin’ to nalue my kitten after you.” “Well, well, that is nice of you”— «Oh. it's all right. Mother says I've got to drown the thing anyhow.”—Il- lustrated Bits. Maybe. Employer—What, you want a raise? Why, when 1 was an office boy I had to work five years before I got one. Boy—Yes, sir; but maybe you was one of them fat headed kids that ain't worth a raise,—Boston Transcript. Unfair. Office Seeker—Is there anything else in the job you speak of besides the salary? Political Boss—There’s a MHt- tle work on/ the side. Office Seeker— Ah, I knew/ there was some string to iti—Kansas [City Star. Hence His Sadness. “You are going to the wedding, Jean Plerre, and you look so sad!” “1 should think so. It is my own marriage.”~Paris Rire. 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