os ——— TO A CLOUD, Under the the bending mountain skies ™% Llay, with balf-shut, dreamy eyes, In the sweetest mor th of spring, — ‘When a little cloud came, so soft and white, It seemed but a fleecy streak of light, Or the flash of an angel's wing. I had marked the mountain's fitful mood, Its tall head wrapped in a flame-red hood, Or its base in a misty shroud; But through all its cliffs where sunbeams played, ' And in all its shifting light and shade, There was nothing like the cloud, Bo fair, so far, it seamed to float, With theairy grace of a white-winged boat, And the deep-blue sky for a sea, It might have been that an angel crew Were voyaging the distant blue With the Pilot of Galilee. O winsome ship of the upper sea, My fottered thought looks up to thee, In thy supernal place, And longs thine airy decks to tread, Thy cloudland-charted course to thread Through realms of trackless space. In vain does blinded science guess The texture of thy dewy dress With earthly mechanism ! I view thee through anotber glass, And make thy borrowed beauty pass Through Fancy’s finer prism. But, ah ! no cloud-compelling Jove Will bear the prayers I breathe above To stay thy wayward flight; And while I strain my yearning eye, Thy trailing banners through the sky Are bidding me good-night, ~ William Rice Sims, in Lippincott. A WIFE'S TRIUMPH. BY SHIRLEY BROWNE. “Idon’t deny but what I was considera bly surprised to hear of Joe's marriage,” said Mr. Ailesbury, sitting in his wheeled. chair in the sunshine. *‘I didn't know's be*had no such idee in head. But sverything happens for the best, and the old place is clean run down for want of | a nice stirmn’ housekeeper. Berenice Btubbs charges a dollar and a half a week, and wants the washin' put out, at | that. Things didn't go this ‘ere way in the life-time of my secon 1 departed—no, | nor yet while my first was livin". I'm willin' now to confess that I was sort o’ turnin’ over in my mind the idee of ask. | ing Pantheon Jones's widder if she'd ! any objections to share my solitary lot; but this marriage o’ Joe's puts things in s different light. I wasn't sartin but what he was going to be an old bachelor. I do hope his new helpm: te can riz bread and flanning cakes, and soft soap. Bere- | nice Stubbs never made soft soap, She was fairly ruining me with bar soap boughten at the store. And there's all my two deceased pardoers’ calico gowns upstairs, in the blue paper trunk, waitin' to be made patchwork of. Of course she'll be handy with the needle, or Joe wouldn't hev selected her.” And Mr. Ailesbury chuckled at the prospect of *‘the good time coming.” ¢'Is this my new home, Joel” The bride stood in the clean scoured, whitewashed kitchen, looking around in 8 bewildered sort of way. She was slight and small, with large blue-gray eyes, and a delicate complexion. Her travel. ing dress was of the softest pearl gray, and she wore daintily fitting gray kid gloves, and boots so tiny that it almost seemed as if the grass of the door-yard, like the harebells of Sir Walter Scott's m, must have ‘‘risen elastic from her tread.” Her stalwart husband, stand. ing beside ber, looked down with beam - ing pride on her miniature beauty. “Why, yes, pet,” said he. *‘Isn't it like what you had fancied 1" The bride laughed hysterically. *‘Not in the least,” said she, “But I dare say I was absurdly fanciful.” “I guess,” said old Mr. Ailesbury, “that Mrs. Joe had better change that finicky dress for something plainer, and help Berenice Stubbs with the supper. Berenice 1s sort o’ plagued with neuralgy to-day." *‘She’s too tired tc do much to-night, father,” said Joe. “Tired! What's she done! I don't call it hard work to go ridin’ in the ra:l- | voad cars. Do youl” Berenice Stubbs, a hard-faced female with a waist like the town pump, and sharp, twinkling eyes thatched with sparse whute lashes, regarded Mrs. Jo- seph Ailesbury with scant favor, “Don't look a bit as if she could worry through a day's wash,” said she. “These small folks is powerful wiry | sometimes,” said the elder Ailesbury, ‘My first dear deceased wasn't no taller | than Mrs. Joe—but my! what a hand she | was to turn off work.” When Mrs. Joe came in from the gar. | den after tea with a bunch of clover pioks in her hand, her father-in-law was ready to accost her. “Now you're here, Mrs. Joe," said he, | "to sort 0’ see to things, I've told Bere- | nice Stubbs she can go home for a half a | week, and I'm curious to find out what | sort of a housekeeper you'll make,” Mrs, Joe looked helplessly at her hus. | band his “1 dare say she'll turn out a capital | housekeeper, father,” said he. **But you | won't find out about it at present. I'm | to take her to Welland Falls to soe | n Simeon Aflesbury, Her mother | wed to know Cousin Simeon years ago,” | “What, ail that way?” croaked the | + farmer, Joe nodded, “Traveling's dreadful expensive.” *‘Well, it costs something,” admitted Joe. *‘And you'll have to stop overnight at sume tavern.” “Yes.” | he, | mere wax doll." | sharp edge of the table. | was never finished, | my mind, | Berenice. married-—ordinarily, oftener than once in a life-time.” Mrs. Joo drew a long breath of relief when she found herself out from under the farm-house roof. *“Joe," said she, “I'm afraid I'm going to be an awful disappointment to your father.” ‘‘As long as you're not a disappoint- ment to me,” he retorted, laughing, **it doesn’t so much signify.” “There must be a deal of work in that house—four cows, a hundred turkeys, a flock of sheep, a poultry yard full of Leghorn fowls, butter, eggs, cooking, washing, baking, scrubbing—" *‘How do you know all this?” asked | ‘Miss Stubbs told me. Oh, Joe! why didn’t you marry Berenice Stubbs?” ‘Look in the glass, little girl, if you | want that question answered.” “But I am so useless. You should have seen Miss Stubbs look at me when I said I didn't know how to make bread, and that I never had done a washing in my life.” “You'll easily learn, Ellie,” *‘Do you think I shall, Joe?” | cloud, *‘no bigger than a man's hand,” | came over the pearly frankness of her | brow. *‘Did your mother wash and bake | and brew i” | ‘Presumably she did. Bat I don't re- member her; she died young.” “Was she your father's first dear de- ceased” Joe nodded. “What was the other one like?" “Tall and pale, with a cough, and a habit of taking wintergreen-scented snuff.” “Would you like me to take to win- tergreen snuff?” she queried. He laughed, “It hardly seems, dear, as if you could belong to the same race as those two poor, pale, drudging woman,” said ue, “Do all farmers’ wives die early, Joel" Joe did mot answer. He was un- | folding the paper to read the lates! news by telegraph. Cousin Simeon Aileshury was the vil. lage doctor, a pleasant old man with a bald head and a genial smile. Ellen Ailesbury made frieads with him at once, ‘““You are very like your mother, child,” said he. ‘She always reminded me of a little mountain daisy.” Ellen's lip quivered. “I am glad you speak so kindly to me, doctor,” said she, *‘for—for somehow since I came to the old farm-house I feel as if I were a fraud.” “A fraud, my dear!” The bright tears sparkled now. “I was brought up to teach,” said “l can do nothing about the house. And Joe's father seems to expect me to be the maid.of-all-work. Of course I can learn. I'd do anything to please Joe. But it's hard to think one is such a disappointment.” | “Humph!" said Dr. Ailesbury, “I'll | speak to Joe about that.” And that afternoon when Ellen and | Mrs. Dr, Ailesbusy were gone to look at + pretty cascade in the woods, the old man bad a long talk with his cous. in's son. At the end of the week Joe went back | to the Ailesbury farm. i “Well, I'm glad ye've got through gallivanting,” said the old man, with a | long breath of relief, “All the farm | work is behind, and Berenice Stubbs | ain't worth half what she used to be. I | hope your wife is prepared to take right | hold of the butter and the poultry | and" i ““No, father, she isn't,” said Joe, val- | iantly, ‘‘Ellen isn't very strong, sand sb has never been used to the hardships | of farm life.” fort" A little 1 | S00. “What did you marry he snarled the old man. . “To be my companion and friend, | father, not my drudge and servant.” ‘Your mother warn't above work." “‘My mother was dead and buried, sir, at the age of thirty—worn out, as all the neighbors tell me, by the hardships of her life. Your second wife, too, was a victim of the Moloch of work. {don't intend to lay, Ellen in the churchyard at their side.” Mr. Allesbury's brow darkened, | *‘I won't have no one in the house who | don't earn their board,” said he. | “Very well," said Joe. “We'll rent | the little Barrow house down Locust Lane. It will be handy to my work at | the carriage factory, and Ellen shall have | astrong servant to help her with the house.” Old Allesbury started up forgetful of his infirmities, “Joe,” said he, brandishing his crutch, ‘if you've been such a fool as to marry a | Just here his foot slipped; he fell, a desd, heavy weight, his head against the The sentence “A month!" eried the old man, in a cracked voice, ‘‘a month since I had that fall! Then I must 'a’ been out of I must have had a fever.” “Well, I guess you just have,” said “‘Aad who took care o' mel” “Mrs. Joe, to be sure. Night and day. I ain't no hand at nursin’ sick people, and there was a hull week sore one had to sit up all night with you.” “Bat that pale-faced cretur never done it?" “Yes, she did, She sid you was Joe's father, and there whe somethin about your eyes an' forld, sa you aslenp, that reminded her o' him. And she wouldn' leave Joe a minute.” “God bless ber!” sald the old man, turning his face away, with a curious thrill at his heart. “Joo,” said he, when his son came in “I've been very | was scored in 39 4.0 seconds, { cultivating sago “Joa, she's an angel!” “Don’t I know it, sir?” “Joe, I'm sorry I said all them things about her. Do you suppose, Joe, she'd stay here if I'd hire a gal to do all the rough work” “We have planned, sir, to move into the Barrow cottage, and" “But you mustn't do that, Joe, 1 can't feel to lot her go,” urged the old man, “All the luck would go out of the house, once the door closed on her. Ask her to stay, Joe. Tell her" The coor opened softly. Ellie her- self came in. ‘Father, do you waut me to stay!” she whispered. “God knows that I do, child!” “Then I'll stay.” That self-same evening Berenice Stubbs was engaged to remain perma- nently as house-worker and general fac. | totum. “Yes, I'll undertake all that” said she. “Mrs. Joe mayn't And Ellie took her place as queen of the little home kindom, “Your wife must be a wonderful per- | said the squire, next week. | ‘Your father is never weary of singing son, Joe," her praises, and Berenice Stubbs never heard a word in her disfavor. And of all the people that I know, your father { and Berenice are the hardest to please, Pray, is Mrs. Joe an enchantressi” “Well, I rather think she is," said Joe, — Fashion Bazar, Ninety Miles an Hour. A mile in 39 4.5 seconds or at the rate { over ninety miles an hour is the fast Of | est run ever made by a railroad train, | This unparalleled feat was ace ymplished the other day on the Bound Brook rail road between Neshaminy Falls, Penn., and Langhorne by engine No. drawing two ordinary coaches and Presi- dent McLeod's private car * Reading,” which 1s equal to two coaches in weight. Other miles were recled off with speed as astonishing as this crack mile, and at the the “fly” the world’s broken. The fastest mile The fast. three 20 4.5 Tho fastest ten miles in seven minutes, twelve seconds, averaging forty. three seconds per mile. The occasion for this race against time grew out of some good natured chafing that took place at Judge Green's dinner to the Farmers’ Club at the judge's residence in Easton. William M. Singerly was telling Mr. McLeod, the President of the Reading Railroad Company, that for 200, second of record was est five miles in Th yada. minutes, | thirteen years he bad been making it a diversion to time fast railroad trains, and that be had rarely traveled faster than fifty seconds. The result of the conver- sation was that President Mcleod made | preparations for yesterday's speed trial and invited Mr. Singerly sad a number | of [riends to ride on the train, consist. ing of an engine and three cars. The engine was No. 308, of the Wootten pat- tern, burning sathracite coal. It has five feet eight inch driving wheels, and is one of the ordinary patterns of fast | engines in use on the Philadelphia and | Reading Railroad. Tt was built at Read. ing, Penn., and stands to-day as a tri- umph of the skill of American mechan The locomotive was handled by Engineer John Hogan, aad the fires were looked after by Oscar Feshoer,— Washington Star, I — crests Sago. The native name of sago palm in Bor. neo is ‘‘rumbish.” These palms grow from twenty to fifty feet, generally along the banks of rivers and in swampy land. There are two kinds —Melroxylon Levis and Meiroxylon Rumphil. The latter is especially favored by nature by being naturally protected from its incessant enemy and devourer the wild pig. Itis armed with strong long spikes, and in nothing but good strong fences will keep out these bur- jes, glars of the forest, for where they are | bent on sago it takes a good deal to stop | them out. Sago is a leading feature in Borneo; seven-eighths of the supply to Europe comes from that country, Three trees supply more nutritive matter than an acre of wheat, aod six trees more than an acre of potatoes, The obtained from the heart of the palm in the following manner: Just before the terminal spike of the inflorescence appears, which grows to four or five feet in length about six or eight years after planting, the palm is cut down at the root, divided into lengths to suit the manipulator, each length split mn two, | when the pith is scooped or dug out with bamboo hoes, a thick skin or rind only being left. The pith is placed in mats over a trough or canoe by waterside, and, water being constantly poured over it and trodden out by the natives, a rough separation of the starchy matter from the pithy wody matter is arrived at, and the former runs off into | troughs below, while the latter remains on the mat for pigs, ete. The raw sago is sold to the Chinese, who put it through many washings sod send it to Slodrjore and thence it finally reaches England, — New York Herald. The Old Paint Brashes, “What becomes of all the old nf al [J know much | { about housekeepin’, but there's lot's be- | | sides housekeepin’ in the world, { Joe can do things I can't.” Mrs. | is | HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS, GREASE OUT OF MARBLE. To take grease out of white marble, apply a little pile of whiting or fuller's enrth®aturated with benzine and allow it to stand some time. Or apply a mix ture of two parts washing soda, one part pomice stone and one part chalk, all first with water; rub well over the marble, and finally wash off with soap and wa Ser. —Bcimtific American. CITRON FOR DRYING. Cut the citron in quarters, soak ir warm water a little while, then serape out the inside clean and peel. Make # syrup of light brown sugar, adding only water enough to dissolve the sugar well, | skim off anything that rises until clear. Cut the quarters in two and eook ir | syrup until the citron is well “reserved | but not soft; pour out in a collendas and drain, then ny citron on a platter in 8 warm oven to dry. When thoroughly dry pack in a jar with layers of sugar | between; tie up securely, When needed slice very thin into the | New York Observer. TO PREPARE cake dough, — WASHING AXD CURLING FEATHERS. To wash and curl feathers, use Warm | sonpsuds and rinse them in water a very little blued, if the feathers are white: then let the wind dry them, When the curl has come out by washing the feather | or getting it damp, place a hot flat iron 80 that you can hold the feather just above it while curling. Takea bone or silver knife and draw the of the feather betwen the thumb and dali edge of the knife, taking not more than three fibers at a time, beginning at the point fibers the of the feather and curling one-half other way. The hot iron makes the curl more durable, After a little one can make them look as feathers, When soiled it ean practice weil as new swansdown be washed and Tack stri ames i mad " made to look as good ss new. ps on a piece of muslin and wash in warm water with white soap: then rinse the wind to dry. and hang in Rip from the and rub carefully between ' soften the feather, — Detroit Free Press. PICKLES Mixed Pickles green tomat sliced, five ARD CATSUPS, Take one peck of os, irge onions, chopped, and one head of o ory, pie up fine. Putina jar or « with salt sprinkled evenly thro them stand twenty-four hours, then drain thoroughly and boil fifteen minutes in two quarts of water and one quart of vipegar. Ina porcelain kettie put four quarts of vinegar, two pounds of brown sugar, half a pound of whits mustard seed, two tablespoons of cinnamon, one tablespoon of cloves, two tablesp yons of ground mustard; hot add the vegetables, which have boen well drained, and cook together ten minutes. Piccalilli—Take one peck of green to. matoes, ten onions, one cauliflower and one peck of small cucumbers. Slice the tomatoes and drain through a coarse linen bag. Pick up the caulifiower (a head of cabbage chopped can be substituted) sod chop the onions, Mix all together, Sprinkle hall a pint of salt over them and let it stand until next day. Mix together one pound of white mustard seed, one ounce of whole cloves, one ounce of cin. pamon broken up fine, two whole peppers, Add to the hall a teacup of grated horseradish and place them in a porcelain kettle in al. 1 ternate layers with the spices, cover with cold vinegar and boll ten minutes, stir ring constantly, After putting in a jar cover with green horseradish leaves and an inverted plate. Green Tomato Catsup-—Take one peck of green tomatoes, ten large onions and | half a pint of salt. Chop the tomatoes and onions and thoroughly mix; then place in an earthen dish in layers with the salt and let them remain twenty-four hours. Mix together one-fourth of a pound of white mustard seed, one table. spoon of allspice, one of cloves, one of ground mustard, one of ginger, two of biack pepper, and half a pound of brown sugar. Pat the vegetables, alter being drained, in a porcelain kettle, add the spice mixture, cover with vinegar and boil slowly two hours, stirring al- most constantly, Tomato Catsup-—Slice up one when ounces of vegetables k of ! finely powdered and made into a paste ' NEWS AND NOTES FOR WOMEN. Bhirts are still plain, Bolsters are being forced out of favor. A few velvet slippers are worn in Loa- don with paste buckles, Nuvy blue for the late winter and early spring of 1892 is now talked of. Little soft white-felt hats have their brims lined with soft silk in red, blue or yellow, ' The Empress of Austria's latest fads are climbing mountains and learning | Greek, ripe tomatoes ; boil until tender and strain | | through a wire sieve. Add to them one tablespoon of ground cloves, one of all- | spice, two of cinnamon, one teaspoon of | cayenne pepoer, two tablespoons of salt, two of groand mustard and one pint of vinegar, ring often. | peck of sour blue plums until tender; | & pound of sugar, one pint of vinegar, | two tablespoons of ground cinnamon, ! | one of mace and one of allsplee. Cook | together slowly for two hours, | Spiced tomatoes—Scald and peel one peck of ripe tomatoes. Add four pounds of brown sugar, and pne quart of vine. gor, two tablespoons of cinnamon, | of cloves, one of mace and one of all. spice. Boil slowly two hours, stirring often, «American Agrieuituris, Civilization in Japan, tid | silks on black Manufacturers of again pioning their grounds, printed faith The Continental tie, with its large flap tongue and paste buckles, is very neat for house wear. Princess Clementine, daughter of the King of the Belgians, is about to be- come 8 nun, Canvass hoes, in white, tan and gray, are largely purchased for country and | seaside wear, One inch of piece velvet sewed along the edge of a walking skirt will out wear twenty braids. Collars on the newest gowns look like exaggerated neck-bands extending almost up under the ears, Vassar's most popular instructor is Miss Mary W. Whitney, who is Professor of Astronomy. the In Antwerp a woman has taken a prize in Flemish literature, which is offered by the State once in five years, Black kid, embroidered stars snd havin gold buckles on the toe and single strap, is novel, two the foot hes may be Around foulard ru Vals of skirts lace and widened at inter » give the effect of festoons. A white batiste blouse has a collar of dark bl snd is blue watered rib. ue passementerie belted with a sash of bon worn again, and pite of all talk to the contrary, thel i Louis XV. hee vogue. nze ties are ’ s 10 ugn an 8 i P inted toes are in Collars are going up, especis Iv § back, { ¥ } aes LF 4 and before the pas i. The best for time Is to play st work " WAY ladies Soins coming into fashion as drawing-room pastime, ting Lady snake charmers scarce and the wages paid t are ge hem by Amer. ican muscu managers have risen to $100 a week, A woman with a short, fat neck may wear, becomingly, the black velvet Let the thin, long necked woman alone Alice B. Wiles Las been selected to act as the President of the Illinois Board of Women Managers of the Colum. bian Exhibition, Black lace is rapidly taking prece- dence of every other dress trimming, even the popular tinsel braids and bul- lion embroideries. band. leave it Amelia Arnold has issued an appeal to the women of London to use all their influence to prevent the bar. barous system of docking the tails of horses, The society editor of a leading news- paper in Boston is a bright young ocol- ored woman who is commended in the highest manner by her associates and employers, Mme. Albani, despite her talent, at. tends well to the ways of ber household, enjoys to the full her home life, and is a most devoted mother to her oaly child, 8 boy about ten years of age. A daughter of General Neal #0 exceedingly enthusiastic in her de- votion to Volapuk that she is striving to ropagate it by translating Eaglish en into that idiotic idiom. Church statistics show that there are now 920 women either occupying pulpits | The Universalist | denomination leads the list of churches | or licensed to do so, in the number of women it has ordained. Bishop Ellicott, Bristol, England, has a daughter who 1s possessed of decided musical genius, Miss Ellicott has taken the contract to | write a cantata for the next Gloucester festival, There has been seven marriages among the female clerks of a New York weekly | paper in seven years, and they each oc- ’ 0 | cupied the same desk, which has become Boil slowly three hours, stir- | a greatly prized one among the remain- lerks. Plum Catsup—~Wash and cook one | Sug les : bers of the | then sift through a wire sieve. Add half | who waited upon the mem. Legisiatare of Oklahoma during its first session were Carrie Me- lone, Maud Myers and Florence Had. ley, thus opening up a new field for | feminine energies. Dr, Alice Bennett, the resident physi. cian in the women's department of the Pennsylvania State Insane Hospital, boasts that she knows by heart the same and the ailment of every one of thy 900 A Life Saved Wines then abe has enored at timer with nambasts And headache, but continues taking Hood's Sarsaparilla te gradually getting over thess troubles Shs mak 0 Hood's, faked 20thin { eles, and we valleys Nwfil affect a complete cure, —— Dow is of Gloucester and | hinge OPYRICHT 1981 Aare A ringing noise | in the ears, headache, deafness, eyes | weak; obstruction of nose, dis charges falling into throat, FOIE | times profuse, watery and acrid, at | others, thick, tenacious, bloody and putrid ; offensive breath ; smell and | taste impaired, and general debility, Not all of these symptoms at once, Probably only a few of them. That's Catarrh, A medicine that by its mild, soothing, cleansing and healing Jropetiue has cured the most hope- ess cases. One that will cure you, no matter how bad your case or of how long standing. A medicine i that doesn’t simply palliate for a time, but produces perfect and per- manent cures, {| That's Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy. A cash payment of £500, not w you, as you might expect, but to you, if you can't be cured. It's an offer that's made in good faith, to prove their medicine, by responsible men, the proprietors of Dr. 8 ‘ Remedy. That's the kind of medicine tw try. “August Flower How does he feel ? iL Arar 4 inky, and is menti strange not al ch cooking, the dishe > the | manner of his eating — Flower the Remedy. Cor How does he feel 7—He feels at times a gnawing, voracious, insati- able appetite, wholly unaccountable, healthy. —August Flower the Remedy. desire to How does he feel 7—He feels no go to the table and a grumbling, fault-fnding, over-nice- ty about what is set before him when he is there—August Flower the | Remedy. 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