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SEA LESSONS.
I.
On turface heave and roll the waves,
o*«{>, the waters lie untroubled, still;
tilav the wild winds here, the tempest
raves.
There secure reigns Ocean's mighty will.
Father—God, so be It with Thy child—
On the surface play life's forces free;
Come the storms of sorrow, north-blasts
wild,
Ooubt and care and grave anxiety.
Tet within be calm, unruffled peace;
Strength—the rule of Thine all-perfect
will;
for. born of Thy love, dull care's release;
Faith that good e'er lurks within the ill.
11.
Bearing on thy bosom broad and kind
Burdens of the toiling world's bequest,
Servest there, O sea, thy master, mind,
Knowing not fatigue nor moment's raest.
S'afltntly to till thy appointed place,
Welcome to thy bosom human care,
■Serve, not be served, self efface—
May I in thy faithful spirit share.
111.
Xet what time thou raiseth up thy might,
ITiirigest fury, mounting heaven-high,
Who but fears thee, Ocean infinite?
Who can brook thy wrath, thy will defy?
Esmbol thou of thy Creator-Lord,
Clod of boundless might and majesty.
Terrible the judgments of His sword;
Brooking no resistance His decree.
Vet, like thee. His majesty He bows,
S. •rvant i<f 11 .-t rvants tobecome;
Bears within His heart their sins and woes,
Hrtngs them on ltf• s voyage safely home.
•-Uitbcr Davis, in N. V. Observer.
My Strangest Case
BY CiUY BOOTH BY.
Author of "Dr. Kikola." "The Beautiful
White Devii," "Pharos, The
Egyptian," Etc.
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righted, 1901, by Luck A Co.]
I'A IIT 1.-—Continued.
Ilayle accompanied them into the
bar, and was a witness of the satisfac
tion ihe laudlord endeavored, from
business motives; to conceal. Indue
course lie followed them to the small,
stifling rooms in the yard at the back,
and observed that they were placed
oa cither side of himself. He had al
ready taken the precaution of rapping
upon the walls in order to discover
their thickness, and to find out wheth
er the sound of chinking money
was to be heard through them.
"I must remember that thirty-seven
and sixpence and two Mexican dollars
are all 1 have in the world," he said to
himself, "ft would be bad business
to allow them to suppose that I had
more, until I find out what they want."
"The last time I was here was with
Stellman," said the taller of the men,
■when they met again in the courtyard.
"He had got a concession from the
Dutch, so he said, to work a portion of
the West Coast for shell. He wanted
me togo in with him."
"And you couldn't see vour way
to ii?"
"I've seen two Dutch jails," said the
other; "and I have no use for them."
"And what happened to Stellman?"
asked Hayle, but without any appar
ent interest. He was thinking of some
thing else at the time.
"They got his money, his boat and
his shell, with three pearls that would
have made your mouth water," replied
the other.
"And Stellman?"
"Oh, they buried him at Sourabaya.
lie took the cholera, so they said, but I
have heard since that he died of star
vation. They don't feed you too well
In Dutch jails, especially when you've
.got a concession and a consul."
The speaker looked up at his com
panion as he said this, and the other,
who, as I have already said, was not
interested in the unfortunate Stell-
Hum, or had probably heard the tale
before, nodded his head in the direc
tion of the room where the smaller
sun was engaged on his toilet, to the
accompaniment of splashing water.
The movement of the head was as sig
nificant as the nod of the famous'lord
of Burleigh.
"Just the same as ever," the other
replied. "Always pushing his nose into
old papers and documents, until you'd
think he'd make himself ill. Lord,
what a man he would have been for the
British museum! There's not his
-equal on ancient Asia in the world."
"And this particular business?"
"Ah, you shall hear all about it in
the proper time. That'll be to-morrow
morning, I reckon. Tn the meantime
you can goto bed, and content your
self with the knowledge that, all being
well, you're going to play a hand in
the biggest scoop that ever I or any
body else have tackled!"
Mr. Kitwater, for such was the name
of the gentleman, began his prepara
tions for the night, vigorously cursing
the mosquitoes as he did so. He was
a. fine-looking man, with a powerful,
though somewhat humorous cast of
countenance. His eyes were large and
not unkindly. His' head was a good
oue from a phrenological point of view,
but was marred by the possession of
enormous ears which stood out on
either side of his head like those of a
bat. lie wore a close-cropped beard,
»nd he was famous for his strength,
<which indeed was that of a giant.
"Hayle, if I can sum it up aright, is
just the same as ever," he said, as he
arranged the mosquito netting of his
bed. "He doesn't trust me, and I don't
trust him. But he'll be none the less
useful for that. Let him try to play
mc false, and, by the Lord Harry, he'il
not live to do it again."
With this amiable sentiirfrnt Mr. Kit
*estter prepared himself fur slumber.
Next morning they met at break
fast. All three were somewhat silent.
It was as if t lie weight of the matter
which was that day to be discussed
pressed upon their spirits. The small
est of the trio, Septimus Codd by name,
who was habitually taciturn, spoke
scarcely a word. He was a strange
l<t(le man, a nineteenth century vil
iimiu in a. tense. He was a rotfue and a
vagabond, yet his one hobby, apart
from his business, was a etudy of the
past, and many an authority on east
ern history would have been aston
ished at the extent of his learning.
He was never so happy as when bur
rowing amongst ancient records, and
it was mainly due to his learning in
the first place, and to a somewhat sin
gular accident in the second, that the
trio were now foregathered in Singa
pore. His personal appearance was a
peculiar one. His height was scarce
ly more than four feet six inches. His
face was round, and at a distance ap
peared almost boyish. It was only
when one came to look into it more
closely that it was seen to be scored
by numberless small lines. Moreover,
it was unadorned by either beard or
mustache. Jlis hair was gray, and was
worn somewhat longer than is usual.
He could speak fluently almost every
language of the east, and had been
imprisoned by the llussians for seal
ing in prohibited waters, had been tor
tured by the Chinese on the Yangtse,
and, to his own unextinguishable dis
grace, flogged by the French in Ton
quin. Not the least curious l trait in
his character was the affection he en
tertained for Kitwater. The pair had
been together for years, had quarreled
repeatedly, but had never separated.
The record of their doings would form
an interesting book, but for want of
space cannot be more than referred
to here. Ilayle had been their part
ner in not a few of their curious un
dertakings, for his courage and re
source made him a valuable ally,
though how far they trusted each
other it is impossible to say.
Breakfast over they adjourned to
the veranda, where the inevitable
cigars made their appearance.
"Now let's hear what you've got to
say to me?" Hayle began.
"Not here,"Kit water replied. "There
are too many listeners. Come down
to the harbor."
So saying he led his companions to
the water side, where he chartered a
native boat for an hour's sail. Then,
when they were out of earshot of the
land, he bade liayle pay attention to
what he had to say.
"First and foremost you must under
stand," he said, "that it's all due to
Coddy here. We heard something of it
from an old Siamese in Hanoi, but we
never put much trust in it. Then
Coddy began to look around, to hunt
up some of the musty records, and
after awhile he began to think that
there might be something in the story
after all. You see it's this way: You
know Sengkor-Wat?"
"Sengkor how much?"
"Sengkor-Wat—the old ruin at the
back of Burmah, near the Chinese
border. Such a place as j'ou never
dreamt of. Tumble-down palaces,
temples, and all that sort of thing—
lying out there all alone in the jungle."
"I've seen Amber," said Hayle, with
the air of a man who makes a remark
that cannot be lightly turned aside.
"After that I don't want any more
ruined cities. I've got no use for
them."
"No, but you've got a use for other
things, haven't you? You can use ru
bies as big as pigeon's eggs, 1 suppose.
You've got a use for sapphires, the
like of which mortal man never set
eyes on before."
"That's certainly so," Hayle replied.
"But what has this Sengkor-Wat to do
with it?"
"Everything in the world," Kitwa
ter replied. "That's where those ru
bies are, and, what's more, that's
where we are going to find them."
"Are you joking, or is this sober
earnest?"
He looked from Kitwater to Codd.
The little man thus appealed to nodded
his head. He agreed with all his com
panion said.
"It's quite true," said he, after a
pause. "Rubies, sapphires and gold
enough to make us all millionaires
times over."
"Bravo for Sengkor-Wat, then!" said
Hayle. "But how do you know all this?"
"I've told you already that Coddy
found it out," Kitwater replied.
"Looking over his old records he dis
covered something that put him on
the track. Then I happened to re
member that, years ago, when I was in
Hanoi, an old man had told me a won
derful story about a treasure cham
ber in a ruined city in the Burmese
jungle. A Frenchman who visited the
place, and had written a book about it,
mentions the fact that there is a
legend amongst the natives that vast
treasure is buried in the ruins, but
only one man, so far as we can dis
cover, seems to have taken the trouble
to have looked for it."
"But how big are the ruins?"
"Bigger than London, so Coddy
says!"
Coddy nodded his head in confirma
tion of this fact. But still Hayle
seemed incredulous.
"And you are going to search all
that area? It strikes me that you
will be an old man by the time you
find the treasure, Kitwater."
"Don't you believe it. We've got
something better togo upon than
that. There was an old Chinese trav
eler who visited this place in the year
—what was the year, Coddy?"
"Twelve hundred and fifty-seven,"
Codd replied, without hesitation.
"Well, he describes the glory of the
place, the wealth of the inhabitants,
and then goes onto tell how the king
took him to the great treasure cham
ber, where he saw such riches as mor
tal man had never looked upon before."
"But that doesn't tell you where the
treasure chamber fs?" argued Ilayle.
"Perhaps not, but there are other
ways of finding out; that is, if a man
has his wits about him. You've got to
put two and two together if you want
to get on in this world. Coddy has
translated it all, and this is what it
amounts' to: When the king had
shown the traveler his treasure, the
latter declared that liis eyes were so
blinded by its magnificence that he
could scarcely mount the steps to the
spot where his majesty gave audience
to liie people. In another place it men-
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 13, 1902.
tions that when the king administered
justice he was seated on the throne in
the courtyard oft he Three-headed Ele
phants. Now what we've got to do is
to find that courtyard, and find it we
will."
"But how do you know that the
treasure hasn't been taken away
years ago? Do you think they were
such fools as to leave it behind when
they went elsewhere? Not they!"
Though they were well out of ear
shot of the land, and alone upon the
boat, Kitwater looked round him sus
piciously before he answered. Then
a pleasant smile played over his face.
It was as if he were recalling some
happy memory.
"How do I know it?" he asked, by
way of preface. "If you'll listen for
a moment, I'll tell you. If you want
more proof, when I've done, you
must be difficult to please. When I
was up at Moulmein six months ago,
I came across a man 1 hadn't met for
several years. He was a Frenchman,
who I knew had spent the most of his
life away back in Burmah. He was
very flush of money at the time, and
kept throwing out hints, when we
were alone, of a place he knew of
where there was the biggest fortune
on earth, to be had for the mere pick
ing tip and carrying away. He had
brought away as much of it as he
could, but he hadn't time to get it all,
before he was chased out by the Chi
nese, who, he said, were strong in
the neighborhood."
Kitwater stopped and rubbed his
hands with a chuckle. Decidedly the
recollection was a pleasant one.
"Well," he continued, "to make a
long story short, I took advantage of
my opportunity, and got his secret
out of him by . . . well, never
mind how I managed it. It is suffi
cient that I got it. And the conse
quence is, I know all that is to be
known."
"That's all very well, but what be
came of the Frenchman? How do you
know that he isn't back there again
filling his pockets?"
"I don't think he is," Kitwater re
plied, slowly. "It put me to a lot of
inconvenience, and came just at the
time when I was most anxious to
leave. Besides, it might have meant
trouble." He paused for a moment.
"As a matter of fact, they brought it
in 'suicide during temporary insanity,
brought on by excessive drinking,'
and that got me out of the difficulty-.
It must have been insanity, I think,
for he had no reason for doing away
with himself. It was proved that he
had plenty of money left. What was
more, Coddy gave evidence that, only
the day before, he had told him he
was tired of life."
Hayle looked at both with evident
admiration.
"Well, you two, taken together,
beat cock-fighting," he said, enthusi
astically. Then he added: "But
what about the secret? What did you
get out of him?"
"Here it is," said Kitwater, taking
an old leather case from his pocket,
and producing from it a small piece
of parchment. "There's no writing
upon it, but we have compared it with
another plan that we happen to have,
and find that it squares exactlj"."
He leaned over Ilayle's shoulder
and pointed to a certain portion of
the sketch.
"That's the great temple," he said;
"and what the red dot means we are
going to find out."
"Well, suppose it is, what makes
you send for me?" llayle inquired,
suspiciously.
"Because we must have another
good man with us," Kitwater replied.
"I'm very well, but you're better.
Codd's head piece is all right, but if
it comes to fighting, he might just as
well be in Kensal Green. Isn't that
so, little man?"
Mr. Codd nodded his head.
"I said, send for Hayle," he re
marked in his quiet little voice. "Kit
sent, and now you're here, and it's
all right." «
"Codd speaks the truth," said Kit
water. "Now, what we have to do is
to arrange the business part of the
matter, and then to get away as
quickly as possible."
The business portion of the matter
was soon settled, and Hayle was
thereupon admitted a member of the
syndicate for the exploration of the
ancient town of Sengkor-Wat in the
hinterland of Burmah.
For the remainder of the day Ilavle
was somewhat more silent than usual.
"If there's anything in their yarn
it might be managed," he said to him
self that night, when he was alone in
his bedroom. "Kitwater is clever, I'll
admit that, and Coddy is by no man
ner of means the fool he pretends to
be. But I'm Gideon Hayle, and that
counts for something. Yes, I think
it might be managed."
What it was he supposed might be
effected he did not say, but from the
smile upon his face, it was evident
that the thought caused him consid
erable satisfaction.
Next day they set sail for Rangoon.
PART 11.
The shadows of evening were slow
ly falling as the little party of which
Kitwater, Codd and Hayle, with two
liurmen servants, were members, ob
tained their first view of the gigantic
ruins of which they had come so far
in search. For many days they had
been journeying through the jungle,
now the prey of hope, now of despair.
They had experienced adventures by
the score, though none of them were
of sufficient importance to be nar
rated here, and more than once they
had come within a hair's breadth of
being compelled to retrace their
steps. They rode upon the small,
wiry ponies of the country, their serv
ants clearing a way before them.with
their parangs as they advanced. Their
route, for the most part, lay through
jungle, in places so dense that it was
well-nigh impossible for them to
force a way through it. It was as if
nature were doing her best tu cave
the ancient city from the'hand of the
spoiler. At last, and so suddenly that
it came upon them like a shock, they
found themselves emerging' from the
jungle. Below them, in the valley,
peering' up out of the forest, was all
that remained of a great city, upon
the ruined temples of which the set
ting sun shone with weird effect.
"At last," said Hayle, bringing his
pony to a standstill and looking down
upon the ruins. "Let us hope we shall
have penetrated their secret before
we are compelled to say good-by to
them again."
"Hear, hear to that." said Kit
water; Sept imus Codd, however, never
said a word; the magic hand of the
past was upon his heart, and was
holding him spellbound.
They descended the hill, and, when
they had selected a suitable spot, de
cided to camp upon it for the night.
Next morning they were up be
times; the excitement of the treasure
hunt was upon each man, and would
not let him tarry. It would not be
long now, they hoped, before they
would be able to satisfy themselves
as to the truth of the story they had
been told, and of the value of the
hopes in which they had put their
trust. Having eaten their morning
meal, they took counsel together, ex
amined the plan for the thousandth
time, collected their weapons and
tools, bade their servants keep a
sharp look-out, and then set off for
the city. The morning sun sparkled
upon the dew, the birds and monkeys
chattered at them from the jungle,
while above them towered the myriad
domes and sculptured spires of the
ancient city. It was a picture that
once seen would never be forgotten..
So far, however, not a sign of human
life had they been able to discover;
indeed, for all they knew to the con
trary, they might be the only men
within 50 miles of the place.
[To IJe Continued.l
BALAKIREFF, THE JESTER.
Conqumt of l iiliappy Finland Fore
told in a Jest—llow He Saved
a Heiufive's Life,
There is little of jest to-day per
taining to the relations of unhappy
Finland with Russia, under whose
rule it. has so long been. Its ancient
liberties are passing away from it,
and it is to be compressed into the
uniform Russian model. But accord
ing to historical tradition, the con
quest of Finland was foretold in jest
that soon became earnest by its con
queror, Peter the Great, to his jester,
Balakireff, says Youth's Companion.
Balakireft' had vexed the c/ar by
too impudent a joke, and had been
summarily banished with a menacing
injunction never to appear on Rus
sian soil again. He disappeared dis
creetly; but one day not long after
Peter, glancing out of a window, saw
his unmistakable figure and quf/zical
countenance jogging comfortably by,
perched in a country cart. Impul
sively he ran down to hiin and de
manded to know why he had dis
obeyed.
"I haven't disobeyed you," was the
answer. "I'm not on Russian soil
now."
"Not on Russian soil?"
"No; this cart load of earth that
I'm sitting on is Swedish soil. I dug
it up in Finland only the other day."
Peter laughed; but he said: "If
Finland be Swedish soil now. it shall
be Russian soil before long!" and he
made good his words.
A pleasanter anecdote relates how
Balakireff once interceded for the
life of a reckless relative who had
offended the czar, and was under sen
tence of execution. As soon as the
jester showed himself at court Peter,
foreseeing a petition for mercy,
roared out angrily:
"It's no use your coming'- here! I
swear that I will not grant what you
are going to ask!"
Quick as a flash Balakireff dropped
to his knees and cried, entreatingly:
"Peter Alexeivitch, I beseech you,
put that scamp of a cousin of mine
to death!"
All present broke into laughter, in
which the czar, so neatly trapped by
his own declaration, presently joined,
and the scampish cousin kept his
head upon his shoulders.
A l'roud Mother.
A clergyman was recently called
upon to baptize nine children. From
number one to eight nothing went
amiss. The ninth, however, proved to
be a lusty boy, who soon succeeded in
almost wriggling out of his somewhat
scanty clothes. The clergyman, grasp
ing the infant by the nape of the neck
and by such garments as still remained
secure, was proceeding with the serv
ice, when the mother, overcome with
admiration for her child, and scarcely
realizing the solemnity of the occasion,
remarked in a loud voice: "Ile'sanice
little lump, sir; isn't he?"— London
Post.
A Mil tu it I Friend.
Once upon a time a diplomat was
walking with li is close friend Deceit,
who was dressed in his usual attractive
manner, when he met a lady acquaint
ance.
"Allow me to introduce to you my
friend Diplomacy," he said.
"It is not necessary," she answered.
"He is a close friend of mine, whom I
know by the name of Tact."
Moral.—A nettle by any other name
would sting the same.—N. Y. Ilerald.
A Swindle.
Unele Cyrus—Say, this glass eye
hain't no good. I want my money
back.
Optician —No good?
"Hain't wuth a tinker's darn. Can't
see a bit better with the blame thing
than 1 kin without." —Judge.
Worth (>olnj; After.
Take things as they come—but re
member there are lots of things that
it will pay you togo after.—Chicago
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WOMEN HAIR DOCTORS.
Trratinic (lie Scalp linn llrromr a
I'upulur I'rofennlon Willi Clever
City Girls.
A microbe for everything and for
every microbe a specialist is the order
of the day. The specialization which
has resulted would appall the old-time
general practitioner who gave you a
pill for your stomach's sake, applied
forceps to your teeth or seizors to
hair, according to the weakness which
beset your members.
A woman's crowning glory Is the
last thing to have its properly assigned
microbe, with the result that a new
profession has sprung up for refined
and intelligent young women. She
makes a diagnosis of each case and
prepares salves and lotions according
to the individual necessity. At regular
intervals, from twice a week to once a
month, as the poeketbooks of her pa
trons allow, she visits the house to
give the prescribed scalp treatment.
Falling hair, by the way, like cavities
In the teeth, and most other disagree
able things, is the work of the numer
ous and übiquitous microbe, and the
hair expert will tell you that a thor
ough brushing every night is a means
of deliverance from the germ, which
lives by chewing up the roots of your
hair, if the brush l>e absolutely clean.
If not, the brush is a source of con
tagion rather than a benefit. Every
time a hair brush is used it should be
immediately cleaned, just as a wash
cloth or a tooth brush is cleaned. Put
a pint of water with a spoonful of
ammonia into a shallow basin. Take a
brush by the handle, dip it in the am
monia and water, and shake it out
briskly, repeat once or twice, giving it
n final dip in clean water and rub with
a dry towel. About three minutes is
required for the entire process, and
the result is a scrupulously clean
brush.
Hy means of the hair doctor, who
has come to stay, judging by the num
ber of smart young women who make
a comfortable and independent living
in this way, gray hair may be delayed
HAIR DOCTOR AT WORK.
for years. Sulphur is considered very
effective for this purpose, and a prep
aration of sulphur and lanoline has
been known to put off the evil day con
siderably.
Green soap is an indispensable prep
aration to the woman who would pre
serve the lustre and richness of her
hair. It is prepared and prescribed by
all persons who make a specialty of
scalp treatment. The following recipe
was obtained from the wife of a prom
inent physician, who prepares the
liquid soap for her husband. Take
equal parts of the very best green
castile soap, water, alcohol and glycer
ine. Heat the water and shave the
soap into it. Then stir it over the fire
until it is perfectly smooth. Add the
glycerine and stir again very thor
oughly. The alcohol is added last of
all, mixed with two ounces of essential
oil of any preferred scent. A small
quantity of oil of orris giv*s a sugges
tion or violet, while oil of verbena or
oil of sweet geranium gives an old
fashioned, wholesome scent. Of course
the alcohol is volatile and inflammable
and should not be carelessly distrib
uted over a hot fire; otherwise, green
soap making is extremely simple.—
Louisville Courier-Journal.
Dowry Her Own WelfcTit.
A German paper reports a singular
freak of paternal liberality in the mat
er of a dowry at a wedding recently.
The marriage took place at Konig
gratz. On the betrothal of his daugh
ter Herr Duchatschek had announced
ihat h< would give her, as a marriage
portion, her weight in silver currency.
Accordingly on the wedding day the
bride was formally weighed in.the
drawing-iroom, in presence of the as
sembled guests, before proceeding to
church. The lady turning the scales<at
62 kilogrammes, a sack was at once
filled with silver crowns to the same
weight, with half a kilogramme over
—for the weight of the bag, as Ilerr
Duchatschek playfully explained. The
exact number of crowns was t:t,500.
Detroit Free Press.
niKinfcct llnhy'n Hae Doll.
The rag doll, so dear to the child's
heart, should be frequently disinfect
ed by steaming. At the teething-age,
when the child uses his toys for chew
ing. a ring of pure gum rubber should
be supplied. The cracker ring, though
theoretically valuable, becomes dan
gerous when as a succulent mass it
is used by the child to wipe up the
flior.
FOLLOWER OF BUDDHA.
OanKhlrr of Senator lllnrkliurn of
Kentucky to Probe My*terle»
of Orlrnlnl Occultism.
Mrs. Lucille Blackburn Lane of
Washington has announced that she is
going to India to become a Buddhist.
This young, charming and wealthy
widow is going to delve into the mys
teries of the east among the learned
monks of India to seek mental and
psychic development.
Mrs. Lane was seen in her apartment
at La Normandie by a Chicago Chron
icle correspondent.
"I may never return," said she.
Mrs. Lane says it is her intention to
start on her trip within two weeks.
LUCILLE BLACKBURN LANE.
She expects from her present plans t<j
go first to England, where she will join
a small party of friends who, she avers,
will accompany her on her search foi
the religion of the great and good Sid
dhurtha Gautama.
The disciple of Buddha pointed to a
pile of massive volumes on the sub
ject of Buddhism as she talked. She
said .-lie supposed everyone read them,
but that in truth she did not think
there was any mortal who could tel!
exactly what Buddhism was. Her own
desire is to find for herself the occult
power of thought transference, of re
vitation and -of mind-reading and
clairvoyance.
Mrs. Lane will not devote her life
after she masters tin* eastern theories
to preaching the creed, and she de
clares that she has no intention, un
like Mine. ISlavatsky or Mrs. lie sunt, ol
establishing a new theological cult.
Mrs. Lane goes to her strange destina
tion much as did young Gautama, who
was born with every attribute ol
wealth and earthly power and yielded
all to search for truth.
THE MODEL HOSTESS.
She Make* Her Gneata I-'eel That
Their Presence Hits lteen u Pleas
ure to Everybody.
The model hostess is quite independ
ent of either the methods or the criti
cisms of her neighbors. She enter
tains because she wants to, not be
cause she has social debts to pay, and
she invites those whom she likes, and
who enjoy the companionship of one
another. She does not go beyond her
means, nor does she make a slave of
herself in order to arouse the envy
of her friends. She does not insult
i her guests by acting as if she believed
they would not come unless she made
an extravagant display of wealth, or
provided a drawing-card in the form
of some celebrity. She believes that
her friends come to see her because
they like her and are sure of a good
time, and she, as the ideal hostess,
will be the center of that good time,
I because she is truly glad to entertain
her friends. There are wealthy peo
ple, moving in the most aristocratio
j circles, who find their "really good
times" in what is known as "social
Bohemia," and it is simply because
while there tliey are free from the
sickening formalities, the mawkish
pretense, and the glittering sham
of so large a portion of the so
called entertainments which they feel
bound to attend. The ideal hostess
can serve cornbread and milk, and her
guests would enjoy themselves more
than they ever could as guests of Mrs.
[ Parventie, even though her dinners
cost $5 per plate. The well enter
tained guestfeels one of the family
circle, and is comfortable in the be
lief that he has caused no extra labor
or worry, but that his presence has
been a source of satisfaction to the
family.—The Household.
New Winter Evening; Gnnie,
Here is a novel and amusing way
of entertaining young people and old
er folk at parties or family gather
ings. Let, the hostess act as a for
tune-teller, who will give each man
present the name of his future wife,
according to his occupation. Then
have those present guess what these
names shonild be. To make the sub
ject clear, tell them that a civil en
gineer's wife will be "Bridget."
Here's a list of some others: A
chemist's, "Ann KMv.a;" a gambler's,
"Betty;" a humorist's, "Sally;" a
clergyman's, "Marie;" a shoemaker's,
"Peggy," sexton's, "Belle;" porter's,
"Carrie;" dancing-master's, "Grace;"
milliner's, "flattie;" gardener's,
"Flora;" judge's, "Justine;" pugil
ist's, "Mamie;" pianist's, "Oetavia;"
life-saver's, "Caroline;" upholsterer's,
"Sophy;" astronomer's, "Stella;" doc
tor's, "Patience;" fisherman's, "Net
ty;" gasman's, "Meta;" marksman's,
"Navy."—Ladies' Home Journal.
Proper Care of the IMnno,
A piano should not stand near an
I open window, neither should it be
I pushed close against the wall. Should
I i he keys need cleaning rub them with
a soft muslin cloth slightly dampened
' with alcohol. The best duster for at
piano is soft silk. An old silk hand*
I Lorc-iiii Is d lor this yurpcsc.