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Bemorvaic Mate
"Bellefonte, Pa., October 7, 1921.
ATE,
“INVICTUR.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever gods there be
For my unconquerable soul.
In fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the terror of the shade;
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and will find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with circumstance
scroll
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.”
—=Selected.
the
THE UNFIT SURVIVOR
The woman sat up, and pressed her
palms against her throbbing head. Her
wet garments steamed in the hot sun-
shine. Hopelessly bewildered, she
looked out on an empty world of sea
and sky. But her face cleared when
she caught sight of her companion.
“Paul, I can’t remember. How did
I get here?” she asked.
The man made no answer, but look-
ed at her swiftly, almost furtively,
then turned to the sea again.
To the east lay a barren island, ap-
parently of volcanic origin, separated
from him by scarcely a mile of quiet
water, while north and south stretch-
ed a line of surf punctuated by black
dots and eloquent of the reef which
girdled the island. But it was the un-
interrupted sky-line to the west that
held his strained attention.
It was only after tremendous con-
centration that she began to piece to-
gether the events which had preceded
her period of unconsciousness.
Fil saved me, Paul?” she inquir-
ed.
“You were dashed against a rock
and stunned,” he answered. “I man-
aged to catch hold of you.”
Had the man looked around instead
of flinging this information over his
shoulder, he would have seen the warm
color flood her face at thé thought
that it was he—he who had saved her.
When she spoke again, her voice was
tremulous with joy at this knowledge.
“But—the others, Paul ?”’
“Dead!” he answered laconically.
A dawning horror was swallowed up
by thankfulness that they two of all in
the boat—they two who meant so
much to each other—had been saved.
God was very good.
“Thank God!” she said fervently.
He looked round at that and a mad-
deningly ironical smile played about
his lips.
“So you have reverted ?” he mock-
“I can’t help it,” she said depre-
catingly. “On the steamer it was dif-
ferent, somehow. When we waiked up
and down the deck and talked, words
seemed to prove things and I was car-
ried away by what you said. But now
it isn’t words, Paul—it’s facts. Can't
you see that it is by no chance we have
been saved 7”
“A miracle, then?” he scoffed.
“It was no chance. Think! Just
you and I, Paul, of all in the boat—
you and I who love each other.”
The man gave a little, mirthless
daugh.
“I'm afraid I can’t flatter myself by
creating a Providence whose sole du-
ty it is to preserve me and mine,” he
said. “And, by the way, it doesn’t
strike you, I suppose, that each of
those others may have thought like
you, may have loved and been loved.”
He paused here as if he expected
her to dispute this, but the woman
covered her face with her hands and
was silent.
“You said just now that it was
facts, not words, that counted,” he
continued. “Well, here are the facts
of your ‘miracle’ as I see them:
“First of all, I am a strong man and
keep myself always in a state of
physical fitness; therefore, when dan-
ger comes, I have nerves and muscles
at command. That explains my pres-
ence here. And that, while saving
myself today, I saw you in difficulties
and, glorying in my own strength,
must needs show that I had enough
for two. There you have it—stripped
of glamour. It’s very simple.”
She raised her head and he saw that
the light had died out of her eyes.
“Do you mean to say that you saved
me practically from motives of vani-
ty?” she asked.
“It was rather like that, I own,” he
said, groping for words to express the
exact truth, “but you must make al-
lowances, also, for the sexual instinct,
which would naturally prompt the an-
imal to preserve his mate.”
“I hate to hear you speak of love in
that way!” the woman exclaimed pas-
sionately.
“That’s because you're a hopeless
sentimentalist, Christine. But this is
a lot of talk about nothing, for we are
not by any means saved yet. I'd like
you to help me solve the problem of
how we are to get away from here.”
“Why, we can swim to the island!
It’s only a little way.”
“I’m afraid there are reasons which
make swimming impossible.”
“Reasons which—— Oh-h!”
In a flash she had remembered the
boat’s grisly following of sharks.
“Look!” he said.
She followed the direction of his
gaze and saw a cruel, evil shape cruis-
ing round their haven of refuge. It
disappeared and, fascinated, she
watched for its reappearance.
*Yes,” said the man meditatively,
“I saw one poor devil starting to
sprawl onto this rock ahead of me.
Suddenly he threw his arms above his
head and went under, leaving a track
of red froth behind him. At that I
began kicking up the water with m
feet and managed to keep them off,
but it was no easy job to hold you and
swim and splash all at once. There
wasn’t much time for awaiting mira-
cles, I can tell you. By the time I got
! moment of it.
you here the place was alive with the
brutes. It wasn’t a pretty sight.”
“But you love me—Paul, you can’t
mean it; you can’t mean to leave me
He paused for a moment and then to a death like that. Think, Paul, all
continued:
I alone to watch death creeping nearer
JAZZ IS SINGING
HER SWAN SONG.
Good-bye Jazz!
The great god of
“Some of the men crossed the reef and nearer—and such a death. To be topsy-turvy ragtime which has been
and made for the island, only to be 'eaten by a fish! Oh, it would be hor- | tangling up the feet of Terpsichore
picked off, one by one, and in the still rible, to finish like that!”
water of the lagoon. One man—that
“Sentimentalism again,” he argued
jolly, red-headed chap you used to like : relentlessly. “Reasons; give me rea-
so much—got about half way, but I sons.”
suppose his strength gave out with the
constant splashing necessary to
frighten the brutes and at last I
heard a faint scream and knew it was
all up with him.”
“Look!” she panted.
He obeyed and, at a little distance,
saw first one and then another dorsal
fin cleave the water, apparently in at-
tendance on some objects which were
drifting towards them out of the
white turmoil of the reef surf. He re-
alized the meaning of the thing before
she did and, at the thought that these
mangled fragments were all that re-
mained of men who had been their
comrades, his face became distorted
into the semblance of a Japanese
mask, the mouth opening squarely in
a snarl of horror.
turned over was followed by the dis- by your sex. This ought not to be, but
appearance of something that had
been floating on the water. After a
while this happened again, quite close,
and the woman at his side shrieked.
He turned, to find her convulsed by a
paroxysm of vomiting and sobbing
which, in its violence, threatened to
part soul from body.
The paroxysm terminated in a shiv-
ering fit and then, at last, the man be-
tween her and the horror. She be-
came conscious that he was pressing
her to his breast, while huskily and
brokenly murmuring terms of endear-
ment.
“Hold me, hold me tighly,” she
whispered, and his grasp tightened un-
til presently she ceased to tremble and
felt some return of strength.
“We shall have to wait here until we
are picked up by some ship or one of
the other boats, then?” she asked
faintly.
“I'm afraid that can’t happen
time, little one.”
Womanlike, she roused herself at
that and endeavored to instill fresh
hope into him.
“Why, Paul! The chances were all
against our being alive now,” she said.
“You musn’t lose heart yet. How long
do you think we can hold out without
food or water?”
“That isn’t the point, Christine. This
rock is covered at high tide.”
in
He had resisted an impulse to keep
her in ignorance as long as possible,
deciding that truth alone was admira-
ble. With that decision, his humanity
dropped from him and he became once
more the thinking machine.
“So, you see, the chance is so remote
that we might as well dismiss it from
our minds.”
He paused for a second that she
might realize the awful import of his
words, and then continued:
“It will be some hours The
tide is going out now.”
“And presently we shall be watch-
ing it creep up, inch by inch, slowly,
inevitably, and then Oh, God!
God! Don’t let it be—don’t let it be!”
She slipped to her knees, uttering
vehement repetitions of the same
prayer, until the thought that she was
behaving like a coward and that he
must scorn her for it, helped her to
control herself. She rose to her feet
and spoke his name timidly.
“Paul!”
His back was turned to her and he
made no answer.
“How you must despise me for rush-
ing back to futilities at the first show
of danger! Do you despise me?
“Paul, speak to me! I've come to
my senses now. Don’t let us waste
this time, this little, precious serap of
time that’s left to us. Let's live every
There are things I
want to say to you and things I must
hear you say to me before—before
——" She faltered for a second and
then went on bravely.
“After all, death is no more real
than it has always been, only a little
nearer, and we won’t think about it
till the very end, will we? We're
alive now—we two—you and I, and re-
member three nights ago you told me
that you loved me.”
He disengaged her arms from about
his neck and pointed, without speak-
ing, to something that was drifting
towards them and which she recogniz-
ed for an unopened biscut barrel
which had been with them in the boat.
Thereafter they watched it with
breathless interest and a few minutes
later managed to land it. She waited
hungrily while Paul staved in the top
and then, having seized on a biscuit,
she paweed with it half way to her
mouth to wonder why he was empty-
ing out the barrel. As she was about
to remonstrate, with stunning sudden-
ress came the realization of all that
this barrel meant. It was a chance of
escape for one of them.
At that, the biscuit dropped unheed-
ed from her hand and all of nobility
that was in her died. Flinging herself
at his feet in a passien of tears, she
besought him frantically to let her
have the chance, in her state of panic
not caring who should die if only she
might live. He broke in on her en-
treaties with apparent harshness.
“Listen, and stop crying. This is no
time for hysteria.”
His roughness had the calculated
effect of calming her almost instankly.
He continued:
“One of us is probably going to live
and it has got to be the one who is
most worth life, who will be of the
most good to the race. Do you under-
stand? If you can convince me that
your life is more valuable than mine,
you are welcome to this means of es-
cape and I will stay behind. If not,
vou must stay.”
She stared at him with dilated eyes.
Used as she was to his theories, she
had never realized till now that they
could embody more than a kind of per-
verse philosophy, very fruitful of
heated argument and with no relation
to life.
“Paul, you can’t mean it,” she gasp-
ed. “Why, I am a woman and you
are bound to save me by all the laws
of chivalry.”
“Sheer sentimentalism,” he remark-
ed.
yet.
She tried desperately to
wits together.
“I was so happy, Paul, and I wasn’t
wicked. Lots of people love me and
would miss me. And then there’s the
money. Money’s a big thing, isn’t it—
a great power? And I will swear to
do a great deal of good with mine.
But if I die, you know Jim Treversk
will get it, and he’s a drunkard and a
waster, so—so you see I must live,
don’t you, if only because of the re-
sponsibility of my wealth ?”
She finished breathlessly, scanning
his face for a sign of relenting.
“I didn’t ask you your worth as a
member of society,” he said, “but as a
woman, a human being, a perpetuator
of the race. I’ve given you a hearing;
gather her
A flash of white belly as a shark HOW Jisjen to me;
“To begin with, you are hampered
iit became so when your female pro-
genitors ceased to be strong, deep-
chested women and became triumph-
antly ineffectual ladies. Things being
as they are, therefore, I, as a man, am
stronger, more likely to survive hard-
ships, to overcome obstacles. I, as a
man, have power to generate more
children. Leaving sex out of it, how-
i ever, your constitution is inferior to
came human, interposing his body be- | ine “Remember that just now, when
you saw an ugly sight, you were sick!
Also, my mind is more vigorous and
sane. You become hysterical, emo-
tional, superstitious in time of dan-
ger; I remain a reasonable being. It
is I who am capable of foresight,
courage, strength—far beyond your
small powers. I can save myself. You
might fail. So you see, it is I who
have the right.”
He began to move the barrel.
“Kill me before you go!” she pray-
ed, but he got into the barrel and
pushed off.
Somehow she did not understand his
words of hope that he might reach the
island and by some means rescue her.
But, if she had understood, she would
soon have seen the futility of such a
hope, for, once in the grip of the cur-
rent, he was rapidly carried towards
the open sea, despite all his efforts at
rowing with pieces of the barrel-top.
Realizing his helplessness, he pres- !
ently abandoned effort and gave him-
self up to watching the solitary figure
on the rock.
She seemed stunned at first and
stayed quietly as he had left her; then
suddenly, unexpectedly, she gave vent
to a series of wild, terrible shrieks
that shook even his control. He had a
momentary vision of a tragic figure
with its arms flung to the sky—then
she fell face downwards upon the rock
and he heard no more.
It was some hours later when the
woman lifted her head. She did net
know whether she had lain there a
short or a long time till she saw the
sun low in the heavens. Out to sea
there was nothing visible upon the
waters, strain her eyes as she might
but, when she turned her hopeless
gaze towards the land, she stared for
a moment incredulously and then
sprang to her feet.
It was true—it was true! The tide
had gone out—gone out so far that
she might walk to the sterile-looking
land almost without wetting her feet.
She turned again to the west, scan-
ning the sea for 2 black speck that
was no longer there. Then came a
revelation of the ironic humor of the
situation and she laughed aloud.—By
Katherine Harrington, in The Cosmo-
politan.
MYSTERY OF THE GREAT LAKES.
Why does the water in the great!
lakes that lie between a large portion
of the United States and Canada rise
and fall in periods which average sev-
en years?
This natural phenomenon has been a
puzzle since the day when France held
sway in Canada 200 years ago.
In an unpublished diary of an Eng-
lish traveler who voyaged up the ®t.
Lawrence river to Niagara, Ontario, in
the summer of 1785, the following ref-
erence to this mystery of the waters:
“A remarkable circumstance was told
me by Mr. Pansee, our conductor, who
had been constantly engaged in this
navigation for nearly twenty years,
and which he advised me is a matter
of fact both from his own observation
and that of the oldest inhabitant.
Each year the St. Lawrence river
settles or falls a little until the sev-
enth year, when it is visible that it
has sunk between three and four feet,
and then for the next seven years it
continues to rise in the same propor-
tion. The river is at this time at its
greatest elevation (July 1, 1782). 1
took great pains to gain some infor-
mation of this uncommon phenomena.
I find that the lakes have the same ap-
pearance.
Careful government records were
begun about the year 1820 and since
then it has been found that the per-
iods between high and low water are
sometimes as high as nine years. This
year the water is again at its lowest
in the lakes and river, and freight car-
riers are having trouble in various
harbors.—Selectad.
Two applicants before the director
of the U. S. marine corps institute at
Quantico, Va., had spelled the word
“grammar” as “grammer” and were
making corrections when a third ap-
plicant came along and asked: “What !
are you changing the word ‘grammar’
for?”
“Why we gpelled it wrong,” answer-
ed one of the applicants.
“Give me that rubber,” said the
third man. “Darned if I ain’t spelled
it with two m’s myself.”
—To train a colt to walk fast is a
matter of months. To make a slow
walker, hitch the colt with a lazy old
horse and spoil him. If you wish him
to walk fast start him that way. Put
him in a place where he will have to
walk fast, and then keep him at it.
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——Subscribe for the “Watchman.”
! these many months and leading dance
devotees through a maze of intricate
| “side-slips,” “tail-spins” and other
| grotesque pantomime is on his way
| out.
| Up and down the boardwalks of the
I Jersey shore resorts, as one mingles
i with the throng of vacationists in At-
lantic Coast palaces of pleasure, nea:
the close of another summer vacation,
i there is to be heard the dying wail of
| the musical monster—the swan song
{of Jazz. Into his place in the orches-
‘tra leader’s pit, is stepping the sane
{young goddess of Melodious Rhythm,
! scion or the good old days of “The
| Merry Widow,” the “Waltz Dream”
and the “Blue Danube,” harbinger of
; a new day of dignity, grace and sheer
| simplicity in music and dancing. Wel-
| come the renaissance of old-fashion-
"ed harmony!
| If the leaders of orchestras in the
big beach-tront hotels of Atlantic
City are to be believed—and they oc-
cupy a strategic position to judge pub-
lic sentiment as they observe tue tod-
dlers and the fox-trotters—Jazz short-
ly is to don a shroud and occupy a last
slumbering place in the burial plot
wherein John Barleycorn was interred.
Just as Bolshevism was born out of
the unrest following the war, so jazz
was ushered in with the unrest attend-
ant upon the demise of John Barley-
corn. Now jazz is going the same
way as Bolshevism.
Remarkable, too, is the way this
controversy over dancing in a prohibi-
tion era is working out. “It simply
cannot be done,” was the almost unan-
imous verdict of very many hotel and
cafe proprietors along the seashore
strand, Broadway and other rendez-
vous of pleasure-seekers when the
Eighteenth Amendment was adopted
and stimulating beverages divorced
from the lobster palaces. Their argu-
ment was that it required the bubbies
of “joy-water” properly to set the feet
of the dancers in rhythmic motion.
But now come the dance orchestra
leaders who declare time has proved
this argument a fallacy. In fact, Max
Fischer, leader of the Ritz-Carlton or-
chestra at Atlantic City, is not only
convinced that the art of terpsichore
has not suffered any set-back as a re-
sult of the passing of John Barleycorn
but that, on the contrary, the drought
i has benefitted dancing.
“Go to any good restaurant or ho-
tel in Atlantic City where there is a
dance orchestra about dinner time,”
‘he said, “and you will have a hard
‘time getting in. In many places you
will find people lined up for a consid-
erable distanc waiting their turn to
secure tables. Furthermore, where
there used to be one boy or girl taking
dancing lessons two years ago there
are a dozen learning to dance today.
“The passing of John Barleycorn
has not hurt dancing—far from it.
Those people who like music with
their meals have nothing to divide
their attention with dancing now ex-
cept the food. You can get just as
good a jolt out of the dance as out of
a cocktail, and your head is clearer
next morning. The day of jazz is
done. People don’t want the tin-pan-
ny squawk and the weird noises any
more. The demand is for melodious
rhythm. We are drawing on the clas-
sics for our music for the dance and
finding that this is popular. I have
arranged ‘Kamenoi Ostrow,” by Ru-
binstein, and his Melody in F for one-
steps, not eliminating a single note,
but changing the rhythm so that it is
in one-step time—and it is always en-
cored. We have made ‘One Fine Day,’
‘from ‘Madame Butterfly,” and ‘Thine
Own Sweet Voice,” from ‘Samson and
Delilah,” into fox-trots, and they go
“over with a bang. There are at least
a half dozen others which have been
similarly arranged and which hereto-
: fore have been heard only at so-called
‘high-brow’ concerts.
“The old-fashioned waltz is coming
back into its own. I mean the waltz
‘of our fathers and mothers, not the
hesitation. It is pretty and graceful,
and this generation is beginning to re-
alize it. The fox-trot still retains its
, popularity, although of late it has been
changed somewhat by the addition of
‘other steps. Most orchestras find they
have to play it over all other forms of
| dance music by a ratio of six to one in
‘point of popularity.”
| aestro Fischer says the happy-go-
luck musician who “fakes” his music
is giving way to the bona fide well-ed-
: ucated, experienced musician of worth. |
“
i “There are a lot of alleged musi-
cians out of jobs right now,” he said,
| “and many more are finding them-
| selves on the street every day. The
: jazz faker from New Orleans who
!couldn’t read a note is giving up his
| place—and he has to—to the player
i with a sound musical education, who
| can read music and who can improvise,
| if need be. I expect always to have in
cians as I can get; and the fact that
first-chair men
! chestras shows it is possible to get this
| class of musician, provided, of course,
one is willing to pay the price.”
Tactful Hubby.
“Before we were married,” said the
young wife, “you used to bring me
flowers every day. Now you never
even think of buying me a bunch of
violets.”
There were tears in her eyes.
he was equal to the occasion.
“My darling,” he said, with great
tenderness, “the pretty flower girls
don’t attract me now as they used to
do »”
But
After which of course, she told him
flowers.
LS
Didn’t Hurt Them.
A man was walking along the street
and he drew near to some laborers,
who were engaged in building a house.
As he passed the scaffolding a brick
fell, striking him on the shoulder.
Looking up to the men who were
two stories high, he shouted indig-
nantly: “Hi, up there! You've just
dropped a brick on me.”
“All right!” responded one of the
bricklayers. “You needn’t trouble to
: bring it up!”
my organization as high-class musi- |
three of our orchestra at the Ritz were
in philharmonic or--
that she didn’t really care much for
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
A weak mind is like a microscope, which
magnifies trifling things but cannot re-
ceive great ones.—Lord Chesterfield.
Knickerbocker suits are becoming
the fad for women. They are to be
worn generally for the street and are
being made in winter fabrics and knit-
ted materials. Coats are made to
match, or in the woolen knitted suits
there is a combination of color shown.
Riding habits are made with an ex-
tra pair of knickerbockers, to be used
for walking, that match the coat used
when riding.
Dresses or separate skirts are being
made that with the deft change of a
few buttons a woman can change her
dress or skirt into 2 knickerbocker
suit and be prepared for walking at
any time. | ’
Fur jackets are again conspicuous.
Coatees are made of fur for the
small woman.
All fur
sleeves.
Coats are replacing the wraps in
many instances.
All coats are being belted this sea-
son.
Hand painted quills are used to trim
the new tailored hats.
Indications during the past week
point to the revival of the felt hat.
Tan and gray are the colors which
are specially favored.
Considerable cire lace is used, both
in sash and drape effects.
coats show mandarin
FARM NOTES.
—Pennsylvania produced 37.3 per
cent. of the buckwheat grown in the
United States in 1919. Her crop of
4,755,739 bushels was larger than that
produced by any other State.
—Poultry and bees are no small
item in our farming activities. The
value of poultry on farms in 1920 was
$373,950,055, and the value of bees
was $16,855,251. Add to this the val-
ue of all the poultry kept in the vil-
lages and city suburbs and there is a
sum that outranks some of the sup-
posedly much larger industries.
—One part of the farm business
which has continued to pay through
good times and bad is poultry. First
quality eggs continue to bring first-
class prices. With the declining
prices of grain the farmer who has a
flock of well-kept hens is in position-
to make some money with them, but
Red, jade and black are being used
for junior wear.
Individuality rules. In shapes as
well as colors.
The large hat is smart; and there
are quite as many small ones.
All black is everywhere; and the
high colors are quite as popular.
More than for some time, one
chooses the hat most becoming with-
out slavish regard to Fashion’s whim.
Colors new this season, and just a
it cannot be done without giving them
the same care that the good dairyman
gives his cows.
—The three most important constit-
uents of a fertilizer are nitrogen,
phosphorus and potassium. Nitrogen
is the most expensive constituent of
the fertilizer and the one most likely
to be needed first on soils. The le-
gumes have the adaptation of using
free nitrogen and storing it in their
roots. Farmers may buy phosphate
and potash, where these are needed,
and grow legumes to put nitrogen and
humus in the soil.
—The hog, having a small stomach,
requires water at frequent intervals.
‘It is a requisite to digestion and
health. It is the cheapest essential in-
gredient that enters into the make-up
of the body of the growing pig. At
the same time water is an easy con-
veyor of diseases if it is impure, stag-
nant or filthy. This shows the neces-
. sity of having fresh water. Water as-
thought different from any others, in- |
clude pheasant, coffee, paradise. hon-
eydew, Jiggs red and Dinty green.
A glorified version of the willow
plume hangs from many hats at the
right back to the waist line.
note is repeated in chenille, weighted
at the shoulder with jet rings.
Duvetyne occupies an important
This
sists the machine that transforms the
different ingredients of feed into the
form of bone, muscle and blood. A
thirsty pig, worrying for a drink, is a
waste of energy, strength and flesh.
—DMulching the strawberry bed is
highly important. The straw used in
mulching protects the plants from al-
ternate freezing and thawing. When
plants remain frozen all winter and
then gradually thaw out in the spring
;not much damage will be done, but
" when left bare and the beds freeze and
place in the mourning millinery. Its
dull sheen has both beauty and quiet
dignity.
trimming. Alluring, bewitching,
smart, it softens the face and adds
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vorite, but all soft laces are used. It
‘able.
TiaY be Sraveq shout the brim, falling : decaying straw improves the mechan-
piquantly, or it may swathe the hat,
become a scarf at the neck and hang
to the waist.
All shades of purple are very popu-
lar. These are charming when trim-
med with the autumn colorings of
frosted grapes and tinted leaves. A
handsome imported model is a draped
turban of panne vel¥et, which shades
from deepest purple to mauve.
The graceful, dashing black hat de-
pends more on line than trimming. A
shape seen frequently is wider at the
sides than front or back. Distinctive
ornaments noted were a single cut
steel wheel at the front of one and ro-
settes of cire ribbon, edged with silver
lace, at the sides of another.
Duvetyne in its soft, exquisite col-
orings makes an entrancingly lovely
hat. One in honeydew is embroidered
thaw alternately in spring and dur-
ing warm weather in winter great in-
i jury is done to those plants left part-
Whatever else one may do, one must ; |V out of the ground.
not overlook the Spanish note of lace ! ulchy :
i and it will also conserve moisture and
Mulching will mean clean berries
take the place of cultivation in the
spring, when the latter is not practic-
Mulching also keeps down
weeds, and the humus made by the
ical and chemical condition of the soil.
The material used in mulching
should be open and loose in texture.
Leaves and sawdust pack down and
are apt to smother the plants. Old
- wheat straw is probably the best and
in long pearl beads. Another, in Hard- ,
ing blue, has a wreath of laurel leaves |
about the crown in green, orange and
black.
A model, extreme, but chic and indi-
vidual, is a small, close shape with a
coronet effect of sparkling jet. It has
two long chin straps of huge jet beads. |
» 2 p Ted . equal depth in all places, not neces-
Beads, by the way, are much used
‘as trimming. They cover whole crowns
or turned brims. Fish scale beads are
glitteringly new. A flat, square, iri-
descent bead in one or two rows is
seen on many hats. And white beads
on black felt follows the Paris idea of
black and white.
cheapest material that could be used,
and sometimes straw, manure can be
employed to good advantage. Care
must be taken that no material is used
that might be foul with weed seeds, as
is often the case with some manures.
In the fall of the year, when the
ground freezes sufficiently hard to
bear the weight of a wagon, mulching
should be done. Should the ground be
covered with several inches of snow,
the straw may be placed on top, and
this will prevent the snow from melt-
ing. Snow makes an excellent mulch
so long as it does not melt.
A calm day should be chosen for the
work so that the light litter may not
be blown away, and it will be all the
better if cornstalks or manure be
thrown over the bed to keep down the
mulch.
The mulch should be spread to an
sarily more than an inch or two, just
enough to hide all the plants.
—An overplanted orchard will re-
sult in a rapid deterioration of the
trees. They should be thinned out be-
fore the branches begin to touch.
Trees will not thrive in a wet soil and
It is doubtful if any shape is more . this should be avoided by draining or
universally becoming than the slight- | the ground will sour. In the latter
ly rolled brim. It is shown this season = case lime should be applied.
in a delightful variety of finish and
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An orchard will sooner or later wear
underfacings. The roll brim sailor of out where there is not proper prun-
hatter’s plush in black or seal brown ing. Unsymmetrical heads, dead or
is a distinctive complement of the dying branches, and a great growth of
tailored costume.
It was easy to guess that with full
skirts and hip length bodiecs, or flat
skirts and side draperies, the fabrics
of the new season would be supple.
{ water-sprouts will be the result.
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should be the aim to correct such de-
fects, to permit the entrance of air
and sunlight and to facilitate opera-
tions in cultivation, ete.
Too heavy pruning of the top will
For this reason crepe in its various | cause wood growth. By proper prun-
manifestations remains the choice of | ing
the trees will be invigorated and
the majority of those who design errors of former years will be recti-
clothes.
in the recent collections, surprising as
it may seem, but metallic brocade held
its place of power for the evening and
also for bodices which were joined to
cloth skirts. Serge has something of
a fling this season, but it is not de-
murely treated. Steel beads and other
devices to attract attention are used.
The combination of serge and satin
‘has passed into the discard. Little
i braiding is seen. Fur is used for
| bands when bands are needed. And
! fur is simply treated. It is no longer
, tortured. Neither metallic embroid-
| ery nor figured impressions dent its
: supple surface.
Taffeta is rarely shown except in
picture frocks for young girls. The
{ Dresden figurine coloring does not ap-
i pear; a bold design of bright small
flowers on a black background is used.
For adults, taffeta, it appears, is dis-
missed. Satin has not much chance
for popularity. It even gives way to
soft silk as a foundation skirt. Geor-
| gette crepe is used in a lavish man-
' ner for evening gowns, when splendid
beading or crystal work forms the con-
spicuous feature of the frock.
Probably the thing that attracts the
lasting attention of those who sud-
denly see its importance is the tight
hip line formed by a girdle of gor-
{ geousness. This is the Oriental touch
en most frocks, and on all frocks there
is a lowered waistline which is invent-
ed to balance the longer skirts. It is
this that hits one between the eyes
| with the full conviction that the ankle
' ekirt is here, not only for the minori-
ty, but the majority.
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Not much velvet was shown | fied.
It is well to remove all the water-
sprou#s, as some of them if carefully
selected will help to form a new top
and take the place of the decayed and
old limbs. In cold climates heavy
pruning should not be done until late
winter or early spring, after severe
weather is past. The wound should
be made as near the tree trunk as pes-
sible and parallel with it. In order to
prevent decay, the large wounds
should be painted. :
When old trees are in an unthrifty
condition or “hide bound,” the bark
becomes shaggy and insects and fun-
gi are harbored. Such trees should be
| immediately scraped and all the dead
and dying branches removed and
burned. Cankers, gummosis, dead
spots and borers and other wood trou-
bles should be cut out.
There is very little plant food in
worn-out orchard lands, and they
should be supplied by stable manure,
cover crops, potash and phosphoric
acid in varying quantities to suit dif-
ferent conditions. The best way to
supply nitrogen is by an occasional
cover of clover or vetch.
Stable manure will improve the
physical condition of the soil as well
as to furnish plant food. Where ni-
trogen has been supplied through a
cover crop, in most cases there will be
an advantage in a dressing of one part
acid phosphate, ground bone and muri-
ate of potash at the rate of 1000 to
1500 pounds to the acre. It is import-
ant that these fertilizers be varied in
accordance with the age, soil and vig-
or of the trees.