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seme dignity, "that few have seen so much
of the world m I have, in various countries
and climes: and tbc most generous and hos
pitable people generous and hospitable to
the point of extravagance I have ever met
with hare invariably been the Scotch. It
may suit you to revile the country from
which you get your living "
"Oh, I meant nothing so serious, I assure
you," the ponderous journalist said at once.
"Come, tell rae what I can do for vou."
"I should like to look at the "Postoffice
directory first, if I may."
Courtnay Fox waddled across the room
and returned with the heavy volume; Mr.
Bethune turned to the street and number
tbat had been furnished him by his spy,
and discovered that the name given was
Harland Harris no doubt Vincent Harris'
father.
"Ah, yes," the old man said. "Now I
can tell you what I want; and I am certain
I have come to the right place for informa
tion. For while you revile my countrymen,
Mr. Fox, because you don't know them, I
wonder whom among your owd countrymen
who have any position at all you don't
know?"
This was an adroit piece of flattery; for it
was a foible of the fat correspondent to affect
that he knew everybody and knew no good
of anybody.
"Of course the man I mean may be a
nobody or a nonentity and a very respect
able person as well," continued Mr. Bethnne,
"but his son, whose acquaintance I have
made, talks as if his name were familiar to
the public Mr. Harland Harris "
"Harland Harris I" the journalist ex
claimed but with much complacency, lor
he might have been found wnnting. "Don't
vou tcnow Harland Harris? or, at least,
haven't you heard of him?"
"I have lived much out of England," the
old man said.
"And you want me to tell you who and
what Harland Harris is? Is that it? Well,
then, I will. To begin with, proceeded Mr.
Courtoay Fox, with a baleful light in his
email, twinkling eyes, "he is a solemn and
portentous ass a pedantic prig a com
bination of a drill sergeant and a school
master, with the self-sufficiency of ol I
don't know what. He is an enormously
wealthy man who preaches the Divine
Beauty of Poverty; a socialist who would
abolish the income tax, and have all taxa
tion indirect; a communist who cau eat
only off gold plate. This sham Jean Jacques
would not only abandon his children, he
would let the whole human race go to mis
chief, as long as you leit him on a pinnacle,
with a lecture in his hand. Harland Harrisl
Do you want to know any more? "Well,
I will tell you this, that lone ago his vanity
would have inflated and burst him only that
he was defeated in his candidature for the
Lord Rectorship of Edinburgh University
and tbat let out a little ot the gas. But
even now his inconsistencies are colossal
almost a madness; I think be must he
drunk with a sense of his own superiority,
as treorge banu says
"He does not seem to have made a very
favorable impression on you," said Mr.
Bethune, 6lowly and thoughtfully.
"Did he ever on any human being?" the
other retorted. "Not anyone that ever I
heard ol!"
"And his son do you know anvthing of
him?"
Mr. Courtney Fox was not likely to admit
that be knew nothing.
"Oh," said he, scornfully, "the enfant
gate of the political world, Mr. Grandison,
has made a pet ot him; and so people im
agine there is something in him. Of course
he'll talk for a few years about universal
brotherhood and the advancement of
humanity and that kind of stuff; and then,
when be succeeds to his father's money, he'll
make a bid for a peerage, or else marry a
widowed and withered old Countess, and
subside into a solid, substantial, beef
headed bulwark of the Tory party. That's
the way they all gol"
"Well, I'm very much obliged," said old
George Bethuue, rising. "And sorry to
have interrupted you. Good night and
thanks."
"Good night," said the journalist, curtly,
as he turned to his desk again, and its litter
ol reports and telegrams.
Next morning, when they were about to
set forth on their accustomed stroll, Maisrie
paused at the door for a second, and said
with a very curious hesitation, and a face
grown rose-red
"Grandfather, what shall I tell Mrs.
Hobson you wonld line for dinner?"
He did not notice her confusion; he an
swered, carelessly:
"Oh, never mind just now. Later on we
will see. Food is not of much importance
in this hot weather."
Therefore she was silent for some consider
able time. It was not until they had got
down to the Serpentine, and when he was
about to take out his newspaper, tbat she
ventured again to address him.
"Grandfather," she said, timidly, "do you
think Mr. Harris expects us expects
that we should dine together again this
evening? He did ask if we had no engage
ment and and perhaps he may imagine
there is some understanding "
"Well, Maisrie," the old man made an
swer, with a playful irony, "if your way of
it is to be carried out, the arrangement
wouldn't last very long. I don't suppose
our little income could comfortably support
three for any great space of time."
"Oh, but, grandfather." she said, rter-
suasively, "you know it was but right you
should pay; we were two, and he only one;
ol course, if we were to dine together
again and he wished it to be his turn vou
might divide "
"I think, Maisrie," said he, somewhat
sententiously, "it would be better for vou to
leave our small financial affairs in my
hands. These things are well understood as
between men; it is easy to make an arrange
ment. Especially easy if you are the only
son of a very wealthy'man what are a few
shillings or a few sovereigns one way or the
other to him? And I wish you to remem
ber that a young lady's purse is not usually
produced at a restaurant."
;;"I am sorry if I did anything wrong,
grandfather," she said humbly; bnt but I
thought before a stranger or almost a
stranger it was a pity yon had forgot
ten "
He had opened the newspaper, so that the
subject was dismissed; and Maisrie was left
to her absent dreams and reveries.
All that day there came no message from
the other side of the street: and likewise the
afternoon wore away in silence; while Mais
rie, whatever she hoped or feared, had not
again asked her grandfather what arrange
ments he proposed for the evening. About
i 6 o'clock, however, there came a rap at the
door below. Maisrie was in her room up
stairs. Her grandfather was seated at the
little table in the parlor, drawiug ont in
water-color a coat of arms; and he had al
ready finished the Bethune part of it that
is to say, the first and fourth quarters of the
shield were argent, wjth a lesse between
three mascles, or; and likewise he had sur
mounted it with the crest an otter's head,
erased, ppr.; but as the second and third
quarters were still vacant it was lmiiossible
to say with which other family he proposed
to claim alliance. At this moment Yin
Harris made his appearance at the door,
looking very cheerful and good-humored,
aud modest withal; and he came into the
room as it he already felt quite at home
there.
"I have taken a little libertv," said he,
"with regard to this evening. I understood
that you and Miss Bethune had no engage
ment, and might think of going to that same
restaurant again; but then I thought yon
might prefer a change; and so I have
ordered dinner at the " And he named a
well-known hotel in the neighborhood of
Burlington Gardens.
"Oh, you have ordered dinner?"
'Tes, sir," said Vincent, respectfully;
and then seeing there was no objectiou, lje
went on with a gayer air: "It does seem
absurd that when people want to meet each
other, and to talc, and get thoroughly ac
quainted, they must needs sit down and eat
together; but there is some sense in it, too;
for of course we have all of us our different
occupations during the day; and dinner
lime is the time at which we all find our
selves free, so that the meeting is easily ar
. ranged. I hope Miss Bethune wasn't
fatigued after her long walk of last evening-"
"Oh, no, no," said her grandfather, rising
; and going to the door. "I must call and
tell her we are going out byjnd by"
"Yes, but of course she is coming tool"
the young man said quicklr.
"if she likes if she likes. I myself
should prefer it: I will ask her."
And on this occasion also, when she came
downstairs, Maisrie Bethune appeared in
that simple dress of cream-colored cashmere;
and again he was struck by the alteration in
her aspect; she was no longer the shy and
timid schoolgirl he had first imagined her to
be, but a voung woman, ot quite sufficient
self-possessioD, tall, and elegant of bearing,
and with more than a touch of graceful dig
nity in her manner. This time she smiled
as she cave him her hand for a moment;
and then she turned away; always she
seemed to assume that this newly found ac
quaintanceship existed only as between her
grandfather and the young man, that she
was outside of it, and only to be called in as
an adjunct, now and again when it hap
Dened to snit him.
Nevertheless, as they by and by walked
away down to Burlington Gardens, she was
much more animated and talkative than he
had before teen her; and he observed, too,
tbat her grandfather naid heed to her opin
ions. Kay, she addressed the younger of
her two companions also, occasionally; and
now she was noi afraid to let a smile dwell
in her eyes when she chanced to turn to him.
He was'bewildered by it all; it was more,
far more, than he dared have hoped for; in
fact he was the last person in the world to
suspect that his own bearing the buoyant,
unconscious audacity, the winning frank
ness, as well as a certain youthful modesty
was at the root of the mystery of this sud
den friendship. For one thing, he had told
them a good deal about bimselt and nis cir
cumstances during that morning in Hyde
Park and during the previous afternoon and
evening; and there was something in the po
sition of these three folk, now brought to
gether after wide wanderings through the
world, that seemed to invite confidence and
intimacy. Then old George Bethune had
an excellent fnnd of good-fellowsbip,so long
as the present moment was an enjoyable one.
And, as it turned out this evening, proved
to be one of those enjorable moments. The
small festivity to which Vincent had invited
his new acquaintances was not in the least
the haphazard affair he had half intimated
it to be; he had arranged it with care. They
found themselves in a pretty room, with
ulentv of flowers on the table, while the lit
tle banquet itself was far more elaborate,
both as regards food and wine, than there
wis any call for. The old gentleman did
not protest; anything tbat happened, so long
as it was pleasant was welcome to him, and
he declared tbe claret to be as excellent as
any he had met with for years back. He
could not understand why their youthful
host would not join him (as if it were likely
tbat Vincent was going to drink wine, now
that he discovered that Maisrie Bethune
drank only water!) hut he had all the more
for himself; and he waxed eloquent and en
thusiastic on hisiavorite tneme.
"Why, sir," he said, with a kind of
proud elation in his tone, "I have heard
Henry Ward Beeeher pronounce these
words in the City Hall of Glasgow 'I have
been reared in a country whose history is
brief. So vast i s it, that one might travel
night and day for all the week, and yet
scarcely touch historic ground. Its history
is yet to be written; it is yet to be acte'l.
But I come to tbis land which, though
small, is as full of memories as the heaven
is lull af stars, and almost as brigbt. There
is not tbe most insignificant piece of water
that does not make my heart thrill with
some story of heroism, and some remem
bered poem; for not only has Scotland bad
the good fortune to hare men who knew how
to make history heroic, but she has reared
those bards who have known how to
sing their deeds. And every steep
and every valley, and almost every
single: league on which my feet have
trod have made me feel as if I were
walking in a dream. I never expeoted to
find my eyes overflow with tears ol gladness
that I have been permitted, in the prime of
life, to look upon this beloved land.' Well
spoken nobly spoken! When I take my
granddaughter here to visit her native
country for to that country she belongs, in
all the essentials of blood and tradition and
descent I hope she will be in a similarly
receptive mood; and will see not the bare
hills, not the lonely islands, not the desolate
moors but a land filled with the magic of
association, and concentrated by the love
and devotion of a thousand song writers,
known and unknown. I will sav with
Johnson, 'That man is little to be envied
whose patriotism would not gain force upon
the plain of Bannockburn, or whose piety
would not grow warmer among the ruins of
Iona' "
"Not Bannockburn; Marathon, wasn'c it,
grandfather?" said Maisrie in her gentle
way.
"Well, well," he said, not heeding the
interruption. " 'Almost every single
league,' says Ward Beeeher; and that is
true. I could make a pilgrimage through
out the length and breadth of Scotland,
guided by the finger of Scottish song. In
deed, I have often thought I should like, if
the years were spared to me, to collect ma
terials for a volume a splendid aud mag
nificent volume on the Scotland of the
Scotch songs and ballads. The words and
the music are already there; and I would
have the pencil add its charm; so that Scot
land, in her noblest and fairest aspects,
might be placed before the stranger, and
might be welcomed once again by her own
sons. I would have the lonely Braes o'
Balwhidder, and Bob Boy's grave in the
little churchyard on the hillside; I would
have Tannahill's Arrantcenie that is on
Loch Long side, I think; and the Bonnie
-House o' Airlie:
It fell on a day, a bonnie summer's day.
When tbe corn grew green and fairly,
Tbat the great Argyle, wl a' his men.
Cam' to plunder tbe bonnie bouse o' Alrlle.
Then the Vale of Yarrow well, perhaps
that would have to be a figure subject the
grief-stricken maiden bending over the body
of her slain lover
Pale though tbowart, yet best, vetbest beloved,
O could my warmth to life restore thee!
Ye'd He all night between my breasts;
No youth lay ever there before thee.
Aud Colonsay Leyden's Colonsay the
haunted island that monrns like a sea-shell-
And ever as the year returns,
Tbe charm-bound sailors know the day;
For sadly still the mermaid mourns
Tbe lovely chief of Colonsay.
Gala Water " the old man continued, in a
sort of exalted rhapsody; and his eves were
abseut, as if he were beholding a succession
of visions. "Hunting Tower Craigie-burn
Wood the solitude sought out by Bessie
Bell and her girl companion when they fled
from the plague Ettrick Banks the'bush
aboon Traquair in short, an endless seriesl
And where the pencil may fail, imagination
must come in
I see but not by sight alone.
Loved Yarrow, navel won thee;
A ray of fancy still survives
Her sunshine plajs npon thee!
It would be something to do for the sake of
'pair auld Scotland;' and think what an
enchanted wandering that would be for both
Maisrie and myselr. Tweed and Teviot
the silver Forth the stately Clyde; well,
perhaps she would be better pleased to
gather a flower or two a.lucken-gowau or
a speedwell on 'the bonnie banks o' Ayr.' "
"But grandfather," Maisrie Bethune in
terposed, "before you can begin such a book
or even think of it, you know there is some
thingelse to be done." "
"I suppose it would be an expensive vol
ume to bring out?" Vincent suggested in
quiringly. "Oh, yes, yes," the old man said and
now be had relinquished that rhapsodical
strain, and had assumed his usualdignified,
not to say grandiose, demeanor. "The
drawings must be done by the first artists;
they must not fall below the poetio pitch of
the old ballads and the still older airs. It
would be an expensive book to bring out,
no doubt; but then it would be a noble
undertaking; it would be a sumptuous and
valuable work. I should think, now," he
went on reflectively, "that there ought to
be a large paper edition and perhaps five
guineas would not.be too much to charge
quarto, I mean quarto and five guineas for
such a handsome volume mightn't be too
much "
"Five gnineas7" repeated Vincent.
"Well, sir, if you choose to bring out the
book by subscription, I will undertake to
get you SO subscribers for that edition."
And'then he added, recklesslv. "A hundred
I will usnre you a hundred subscribers)" j
THE
"No, Mr. Harris," said Maisrie, and aho
addressed berselt in a more direct manner
than she bad ever vet done to the young
man. "It is not to" be thought of. My
grandfather has work to be finished before
entertaining any other schemes. It would
be simply wasting time to begin and arrange
about another book."
He felt himself silenced and humbled, he
hardly kucw why. Had she construed his
proffered assistance into an offer of charity,
and resented it accordingly?. "But he could
find no trace of offended pride-in the refined
and gentle features when next he ventured
to look at her. She had said her say; and
that was enough. And her grandfather
seemed to know she was in the right; noth
ing further was mentioned about the new
proposal at least at this particular time.
Dessert had come; and the business of choos
ing from among those abundant fruits made
a kind of break.
When at length they were about to de
part, there was no confusion about the bill,
for Vincent intimated to the old man tbat
he had alreadv nrraneed about tbat; and
Mr. Bethune seemed satisfied, while Maisrie
had passed on in front and did not hear.
She was very light-hearted and talkative as
they walked away home. Her protest
aga'inst the proposed publication, if it
showed a little firmuess at tbe time, -had
left no pained feeling behind it, she was
now as blithe as a bird; to Vincent she
seemed to shed a radiance around him, as if
she were some supernatural being, as. she
passed through those twilit streets. Once
she said something in French in Canadian
French to her grandfather; and the young
man thought that never in all his life had
he heard anything so sweet and fascinating
as the soft and blurred sound of the r's. He
was to hear a little more of that Canadian
French on this evening. When they reached
their lodgings, the old gentleman again
asked his-voung friend to come in for a little
while; the temptation was too great; he
yielded; and followed them up into the
dusky small parlor. "-
"Now we will have a serious smoke," said
George Bethune, with decision, as he took
down his long clay pipe. "A cigarette
after dinner is a mere frivolity. Maisrie,
lass, bring over that box of cigars for Mr.
Harris."
But Mr. Harris firmly declined to smoke,
even as he had declined to take any wine:
what was ho going to sacrifice next as a
subtle little tribute to the exalted character
of this young creature? Maisrie Bethune
seemed hardly to understand, and was a lit
tle surprised; but now she had to go away
upstairs, to lay aside her things: so the two
men were left "alone, to chat about the affairs
of the day until her return. ,
When she came down again, her grand
father said
"Sing something, Maisrie."
"You know I can't sing, grandfather, but
never refnse you, lor it is not of any use,"
said she. contentedly as she took the violin
out of its case. "But Mr. Harris has had
enough of Scotch songs this evening. I
must try something else. And perhaps you
may have heard the air in Canada," she
added, addressing the young man from out
of the partial darkness.
And now what was this new enchantment
she was about to disclose and' practice? In
plain truth, she had very little voice; but
he did not notice that; it was the curiously
naive, and simple, and sincere expression of
tone that thrilled through his heart, as she
proceeded to recite rather than to sing the
well-known "C etait une fregate," the vio
lin aiding her with its low aud plaintive
notes:
C etaltune fregate
iMon joli cceur de rosej
)ans la mer a toucbe
(Joli cccur d' un rosier).
And here again were those softly slurred r's
not sharply trilled, as in the English
fashion but gentle and half concealed, as
it were. The simple story preceeded:
Y avalt une demoiselle
(Man joll ccenr de rose)
8u r tord d' la mer pleurals,
(Joli coeur d' un rosier).
Dites-mol dono, la belle,
(Man joll cceur de rose)
An' a' voos q tant plenrerf
(Joli cceur dun rosier).
Je plenr' mon anneau d' or, "
(Mon joli ccenr de rose)
Dans la mer est tombs,
(Joli cceur de un rosier).
Then he asks the weeping damsel what she
wonld give to anvone who would find for
her her ring of gold that has fallen into the
sea:
Je suis trop pauvre tllle,
(Mon joli cceur de rose),
Je nu puis rien donner,
(Joli cccur d' un rosier).
Yu' mon coeur en manage
(Mon joli ccenr de rose)
Pour mon anneau dore
(Joli cceur d' un rosier).
Bnt the young man sitting there in the
twilight hardly heard further than that.
The phrase "qu' mou ccBUr en mariage"
had something more beautiful in it than
even the soft sound of the r's as she pro
nounced them; it dwelt in his heart with a
mysterious charm; even as she went on to
tell how the bold gallant who dived for the
ring of gold was drowned, what he still
seemed to hear was "Je ne puis rien donner,
qu' mon cceur en mariage;" and when she
had finished, and there was silence, he did
not speak; there was a kind of bewilder
ment in the tones of her voice; and he could
not offer her commonplace thanks. ,
"Now I am going to light tbe gas," she
said cheerfully, as she laid aside her violin,
"and, grandfather, you can challenge Mr.
Harris to a game of chess, or draughts, or
dominoes, whichever he likes best, so tbat I
may get to my work, for it can't always be
playtime."
And so it was that, when the gas had been
lit, she returned to her own corner and to
her needlework, while her grandfather and
Vin Harris took to dominoes, the old man
having his hot water and whisky brought
to him to accompany his second pipe.
Dominoes is a mechanical game; yon can
play well enough even if there is the refrain
of a song ringing through your memory; the
young man did not care who won; and, in
deed, he had quite forgotten who was the
victor as he shortly thereafter made his way
south through the lamp-lit streets.
Well, this was but the beginning of a
series of evenings, until it came to be under
stood that these three dined together each
night, subsequently returning to Mr.
Betbune's rooms for a little music or dom
inoes before parting. Vin Harris assumed
tbe management of these modest littletnerry
makings; varied the scene of them as mnch
as possible; and so arranged matters tbat no
financial qnestion came up to asferfor Maisrie
Bethune's interference. It is true, she some
times seemed inclined to remain at'home, so
as to leave the men greater freedom, 'per
haps; but he would not hear of that; and
his ever increasing intimacy now lent him a
franker authority. He was high-handed, in
his ways; she smiled, and yielded.
At last there came a proposition that was
somewhat startling in its boldness. Cun
ningly hede'erred bringing it forward until
the very end of the evening, for then he
knew that the old gentleman would'be more
inclined to welcome any gay and audacious
Bcheme, without particularly welching pros
and cons. Accordingly having chosen his
opportunity, be informed them that he had
been offered the use of a houseboat during
the Henley week (which was literally true:
he had been offered 'it lor tbe sum of 30),
and said that he had a great mind to accept
if only he could persuade Mr. Bethune and
his granddaughter to go down as his guests.
"I understood you to say," he continued,
without giving either oi them time to re
ply, "that you had never seen Henley at the
regatta time. But it is a thing yon ought
to see it is the prettiest sight In England
it is perfectly unique there Is nothing else
like it in the world. And then they make
those house boats so comfortable; it is sjm
ply a-small floating home; or, on the other
hand, you can sit outside and be in the very
midst of all tbe fun. Tbere'is'no scramble
no crowd no hustling so far as we are
concerned; and we shall have our own cook
and steward. If you do hot carVtd" stay the
whole week, we could go down on Tuds'day
alternoon the races begin on "Wednesday
and remain for the illumination and fire
works on Friday night. It wonld be awful
ly good-natured of you' both; of course I
conld not think of going down and occupy
ing a house boat by myself. Now what do
you say. Miss Bethune ? I appeal first to
yon."
"Yet, what do yon fay, Maltrle?" the old
, PITTSBURG- DISPATCH,
man said, seeing that l:is granddaughter
hesitated; and then hs added with a conde
scending smile: "A question of dress, Is
it? I have heard that tbe costumes at Hen
ley are rather extravagant"
"Oh, I assure you, no," the young man
protested (he would have sworn that the sky
was pea-green if that wodld have helped).
"They are quite simple summer dresses
light in color, of course oh, yes but quite
plain and simple; who would take gorgeous
gowns to go boating?"
"Very well, very well," Mr. Bethune
said, with an easy good nature. "I will an
swer for both Maisrie and myself: we shall
be delighted. Let us know the conditions;
let us know what may beexpected of us; we
are old travelers and ready for anything.
And don't you be over particular about
your preparations, my young friend; we can
rough it; and indeed I'm afraid of late we've
been falling into somewhat too luxurious
ways. Not that I am an anchorite: no
God forbid: if the, present moment com
mends itself, I welcome it; I see no wisdom
in schooling one's self to bear hardships that
may not arise. Yes, I have heard of Hen
ley the Thames in July tbe brilliant
company.
"It is awfully kind of you," said Vincent,
rising, and preparing to go. "I am sure
you won't regret it; it is the very prettiest
thing in England. And to-morrow night I
will let you know all the arrangements."
Full of joy was the heart of this young
man as he strode away down to Grosvenor
place; nnd reckless and extravagant were
the projects crowding in upon his brain as
to how he should plsy the part of host. For
one thing, he had the wherewithal; apart
from the, allowance given him by his lather,
an uncle had died leaving him a considera
ble sum; while his own personal habits were
of the most inexpensive kind: so that h
I had plenty of money too much money to
spenu wnen any wnim entered nis neau.
And now, for the first time, old George
Bethune and the fair Maisrie were to be
openly and ostensibly his guests; and what
was be not going to do in tbe way of enter
taining them? If only he could make sure
that Maisrie's cream-colored costume would
go well with calceolarias? then with
masses of calceolarias that house-boat would
be smothered from stem to stern!
Nor did the knowledge that Mrs. Ellison
would very likely be at Henley trouble him
one bit He was notashamed ot this recently
formed friendship; no; he was ready to pro
claim it to all the world. Supposing Mrs.
Ellison shrewd eyes and all were to come
and inspect them, where could she find two
more interesting human beings the old man
with his splendid nerve and proud spirit;
amid all his misfortunes, and in his old age,
too, still holding his head erect; firm and
unyielding as his own Craig-Koyston the
young girl with her pensive and mysterious
beauty, her clear-shining, timid eyes, her
maidenlv dignity, her patience with the old
man, and pursuasive and affectinuate guid
ance? Ashamed of his friendship? he was
more inclined to parade it, to boast of it; he
would have scorned himself otherwise. At
all events, he thought he would ask Maisrie
to take her violin down to Henley with her,
just in case Mrs. Ellison should "some even
ing pay a visit to the White Rose.
To be Continued Next Sunday.
A CENTRAL AMEBICAN BEAUTS".
Hovr the Relict ot on Asanaatnnted Dictator
of Gnntemnla Lives in Now York.
Illustrated American.)
Donna Francises Apaucia vel Vescueia
diayo de Quesaltenango Barrios is very pos
sibly the most interesting feminine feature
of New York society at this present moment.
Tbe immense wealth, uncommon beauty,
and strange romantic life of tbe fair Guate-
malanese only add to the abounding charm
she possesses by right of her delightful per
sonality. Very few who know that Madame
Barrios is tbe mother ot seven handsome
children can realize that she is only 29 years
of ace, has the freshness and slenderness of
a girl, and adores dancing above all other
forms of recreation. This is so, neverthe
less, and when she appears in the thin black
gowns of her choice, wearing $300,000 worth
of diamonds, her southern skin richly
tinted with health and youth, the Presi
dent's fair relict very generally outshines
all other women present
She lives in a palatial home on Fifth ave
nue, and divides her time very equally be
tween caring for her small sons and daugh
ters and practicing the classical music of
which she is passionately fond. Mme.
Barrios has an endless train of admirers,
but remains absolutely indifferent to the
most brilliant men in New York. She
acknowledges her fondness for society, but
avows her intention of remaining faithful
to the memory of her soldier husband.
The story- of how the General won her
hand is well known, but only her closest
friends are aware of his devotion that sealed
her love as a wife. It is both interesting
and pathetic to hear her tell the story of how
she arrayed herself in all her jewels, and,
surrounded by the leading women of Guatem
ala, sat in a box at the theater waiting for
Barrios to be proclaimed dictator. She never
once doubted bis success; but when the cur
tain fell prematurely, showidg the martial
picture of the President rent in twain, she
knew the temper of the people too well to
question the result. She was hurried out of
a side entrance, her life in jeopardy, learned
of the assassination of Barrios, and the next
morning fled from her native land.
Mme. Barrios has two sisters unmarried
and both living in New York City. They
are several years younger than she is, inde"
pendently wealthy and both very brilliant
types of Central American brunettes.
WHALING OFF NORWAY.
Bombs Thnt Are Ailncbed to the Harpoons
nnd How They Work.
Newcastle, England, Chronicle.
Whales off Norway are harpooned with
an instrument of peculiar construction. It
consists of a shank, into which two barbs
fold; these spring out and sit fast in the ani
mal's flesh when a strain comes on the line
attached to the harpoon. The harpoon is
fired from a cannon mounted on a swivel
carried in the bow of the steamer. The
head of the harpoon carries an explosive
shell, which is fired by the breaking of a
glass tube filled with sulphuric acid, and
the tube is broken the moment tbe animal
strains the line attached to the harpoon, in
its dash to escape after being struck.
The line attached consists of a length of
chain next the harpoon, and then a stout
cable, and the two are connected by an ac
cumulator spring, which takes and breaks
the first strain ot the animal's dash. Usual
ly tbe explosion of tbe shell is immediately
fatal, but it does happen occasionally that
the explosion of the shell fails to strike a
vital part, and in that case the whale is apt
to show fight.
The steamers employed are vessels built
of iron, about 60 to 100 tons register, with
engines of 25 to 40 borse power nominal.
Such a vessel with its sails backed and en
gines working full speed astern, and with a
long-length ol cable dragging through the
water, presents a very powerinl obstrnction,
but yet monster whales often prove power
ful enough to 'move the steamer with con
siderable speed.
A NEW ARC LAMP.
It Is Said lo Afford 1,730 Candle-Posver on
a Low Tension Cnrronr,
The Springfield Republican tells of a new
arc lamp (the Ward) now on exhibition at
Holyoke, which is to be used on the low'
(tension -circuits, such as are employed for-
incandescent lighting. Two of these lamps
are said to afford 3,500 candle-power, or
1,750 candle-power each, and require only
the current usually furnished in operating
16
of the 16-candle-power incandescent
lamps, which would give only an aggregate
oi 256 candle-power. Tne lamp is designed
to go witu isolated incandescent plants,
where it is desired to light large areas. If
this lamp will do what is claimed for it on
low tension circuits, without conversion of
the current to high tension, and will give
nearly 11 times the amount of light tbat can
be o btained from the incandescent filament
why, then, it ii a "big thing" in electric
lighting.
SUNDAY AUGUST- 3.'
CLAKA BELLE'S CHAT.
Prince George of England Makes
Newport Beam Disconsolate.
ONE HAS THE MITTEN ALREADY.
The
Hodem 13aby Hast nave a
' Stomach to Survive Long.
Good
A NICE GIRL'S STfilKB FOE DOLLAES
ICOJUtXSrONDZXCl or TIB DISrATCK.1
New Yobk, Augnst 2.
VEN in this sun
burnt and humidly
perspiring city the
Augustontinggirlis
numerous. Wo see
her on Broadway in
a costume fit only
for tbe woods, and
her tan-colored shoes
pitterthe pavement
with curious incon
gruity. She has
come into town to do
a bit of shopping: or
is on ber way from
Tuxedo to Newport,
o r, possibly she
hasn't been away at
all, and is fooling
the spectators by
means ot ner cos
tume. I know a
soubrette who colors her face brown in order
to make it corroborate her account of a trip
to the White Mountains, the fact being that
the highest altitude she has attained this
summer is the fourth story of a New York
boarding house. And while we have the
merry maiden with us we are not dull. She
is so provocative of pleasant incidents.
Whenever I desire to see something di
verting in femininity, I take a trip 'to one
of the popular day resorts down the bay.
On the deck of a Coney Island steamboat
my attention was attracted by a young
mother engaged, with a bottle, gratifying
the appetite of her baby. Abont five
minutes after the child was satisfied, his
father came on deck bringing with him a
glass of beer for the wife. The baby, upon
seeing this, desired it for himself, aud the
fond parents immediately poured a share of
it iuto his open mouth.
A BABY OF CAPACITY.
The child enjoyed the beer exceedingly.
The husband wentbelow again, and brought
back to his wife a sandwich and a large
pickle. The pickle became nn immediate
object of great interest to the baby, who de
manded it for himself, and received it with
out remonstrance from his parents, cheer
fully inserting one end of it between his lips
and smiling his satisfaction at its acidity.
Presently the steamer ran ont of the smooth
water in the bay, and began rolling a little
in the waves of the sparkling sea. At just
about that time the baby permitted the
pickle to drop from his pudzv fingers, and
fixed his yonng eyes into space, as though he
was giving deep thought to some problem
that had suddenly struck him. Then he
made up a face, dug his fists into his eye,
aud, after a spasmodic gulp, set up a howl
of distress. The young mother, conscious
tbat he had had sufficient to eat, could not
make out what ailed the young one. She
danced him up and down, clucked and
coood at him, shook a rattle at him, tried to
get him interested in passing objects, bnt to
no purpose; the boy screamed till it seemed
as though he would split.
"There must be a pin sticking into him,"
said an old lady silting near.
"Cutting his teeth, I suppose," said
another.
The whistle of the steamer blew, but the
boy brought itto a stop in short order with
his superior whoop. After some moments
of tbis a mild-eyed old gentleman stepped
up to the young mother and said:
A2J ALLOPATHIC SUGGESTION.
"You have not yet given it any pineapple
or watermelon,'
The bewildered yonng woman looked np
into the speaker's eyes. She did not under
stand his sarcasm. She drew back, quietly,
got out the milk bottle, and soon the child
was silent.
"Hungry, that's all," said the old ladies.
By the time the boat reached the iron pier
the baby was once more joining his mother
in a glass of laser. And still we wonder
that poor New York babies die by the hun
dreds when the hot weather s'trlkes into
town.
Tbe understanding that Prince George
was to be at Newport for a few davs quite
upset the pretty girls down there, and, if we
are to credit the gossip of the hour, some of
the pronounced belles were actually prepar
ing to set their caps for the royal young
chap. I know for a fact that one splendid
creature, who has been made famous by the
society papers, acknowledged that she
considered her chances of subjugating the
youth to be quite favorable. Just as the
sun was setting on a hot evening recentlv a
very sad looking young man shambled into
the Knickerbocker Club and sat down de
jectedly in a corner of tbe room. He was
accosted rjy an oiaer man.
"Hallo, Jack," said the latter. "What
are you doing here? Thought you were at
Newport?"
"Was," responded Jack; "came np to
day. Going to stay up."
"Anything gone wrong?" inquired his
friend.
"Not yet It won't be her fault, though,
if she doesn't go, later on," replied Jack.
KNOCKED OUT BY BOYALTY.
"Why, you astonish me, my boy. Are
you talking about Sallie?"
"Yes," growled Jack.
"Who's your rival?" '
"Prince George, confound him."
Atter cocktails were secured and the con
versation was brought round into complete
intelligibility, Jack took a note from bis
pocket and passed it over to his friend. -It
read as follows:
"Dearie Jack I have just learned that
Prince George has been told about me and
has expressed a desire to meet me. You
must see how important it is that I should
have nothing else on my mind while he is
here, so I wanted to suggest tbat vou go to
New York. If he learned that I was en
gaged to you he might lose interest You
will understand, I am sure, like the good
boy that you are. Your own, Sallie."
Jack's friend folded up the note and gave
It back to the boy. The latter had tears in
his eyes. He looked through them at the
man before him: "Shall I punch the
Prince's head?" he asked, clenching his
fist
"No," said his friend. "Jilt Sallie be'ore
shegets a chance to jilt you."
At 12 o'clock that night a fashionably at
tired young man was lifted down over the
steps of a house in Thirteenth street and put
into a cab.
! via
ft
i
Be Was a Real, Live Prince.
18'90:
."
"Will vou give me your name and ad
dress, sir,'' asked the driver.
"Prinsh George, Buck'n'm Palice. Drive
like tbe deuce."
It was Jack, drowning out the face of
Sallie. What an absurd world it is.
SHE LOOKS A COUNTESS.
In the war of titled tourists, there are
two of them atop of Kaaterskill Mountain.
They are the Count Bela Bettyany and his
bride1. Tbe Count is a Hungarian, and rich
in lucreaswellasaristocracy. The Countess
wasn't born so, and mark you how fool
ish is the dime novel and melodrama idea of
blood-blooded daintinessandnlebian coarse
ness. Count Beta is a nice looking young
fellow, amiable and polite, but absolutely
without distinction in person or bearing,
and he would not seem out of place behind
a counter in the ribbon department of a dry
goods store. Yet he is a born and bred
aristocrat. '
But, O! the Countessl She is the ideal of
a ladye faire. She is a small embodiment
of the countess of fiction, it is true, but so
fine in her beautv, so shapely, so exquisite,
so self-poised, tb'at it is almost a pity to
write it that she wasn't born to a title, but
got it by marriage. She is a Bavarian and
only20vearsold. A thousand guests were
crowded into the big hotel at Kaaterskill
summit, doing the gay round of music,
dancing, pedestrianism, etc., at the time I
observed the Battvanys, and a goodly pro
portion of the girls were admirable speci
mens of the best American maidenhood; yet
this beautiful little Countess not only got
the almost worshipful attention of the men
and women, but also the homage of our own
girls, not a lew of whom were quite as
lovely as she. That seems to show tbat we
nre more disposed than we should be to rate
titled folks above other folks.
THE HUNT rOB DOLLARS.
Do yon believe the following story? It is
told on tbe authority of the brother of the
girl with whom it deals. Alas, it it is true,
then the wail of the pessimist has some
cause for making itself heard, and life is not
a raging success afterjill. Agnes is a girl
that the society paragraphers went into rap
tures over last winter, when she appeared at
the subscription dances. She is a creamy
blonde, with tender blue eyes and a general
appearance of angelicism, minus tbe wings.
She had no end ot offers in her first season,
but let them all go by.
When her family went to Newport, a few
weeks ago, she visited a young friend of
hers up on the Hudson. The adjoining
place was that of an old gentleman famous
fur his millions, whose lively young grand
son, a suitor for the hand of Agnes, lived
with him. It was supposed by all interested
parties that Agnes would find this arrange
ment very pleasing, and tbat she and the
ardent youth would have a grand opportun
ity to make love together. One day the
mother of Acnes received a short note from
her daughter. It read:
"Dearest mamma: Mr. Postlewaite bas
asked me to be his wife and I have accepted
him. What do you say?"
DEAB MAMMA'S IDEAS.
To this came a reply from the mother at
Newport, saying:
"My dear daughter: Mr. Postlewaite
hasn't a cent and will not have until his
grandfather dies. What do you mean?"
And then Agnes dispatched another note
at once:
"Dearest Mamma: I did not mean young
Mr. Postlewaite. It is the old gentleman
that has asked me to marry him."
The reply to tbis came in the form of a
telegram: "Bless you, my child," it said.
The young fellow who tells this vouches
for its truth, but gives it as his opinion that
Agnes is playing a joke on her mother.
"I should be less surprised to hear that
Aggie had eloped with Billy Postlewaite
than that she had married the old man,"
says the brother. "In that case I ronld
still be proud of her. In the other I think
I should apologize to my friends for having
that sort of a sister."
But how about the mother that wonld sell
her only girl to a tottering old man?
Claba Bells.
BHB? SUNK BY A WHALE.
It
Knocks n Hole In Ibo Steamer After
JlelnK Wounded-A Wild Ride.
Beyer's Weekly News.l
A curious occurrence, resulting in the
loss of a steamer, happened last Thursday
off the Varanger Fiord in the north of
Norway. A whale that had been harpooned
by one of the steamers employed in those
waters turned upon its pursuers and rammed
the vessel, holing it so badly that it sank
almost immediately, the crew having just
time to escape from the sinking ship in the
boats. The whales of the species frequent
ing the seas off the north coast, from the
North Cape eastward to Varanger Fiord,
are notoriously vicious when attacked, and
if not killed at once by the explosion of the
shell attached to the harpoon are apt to be
dangerous.
We recollect a somewhat similar incident
that happened 18 years ago. A whale was
struck but not killed immediately, and it
rushed off, towing the vessel a'ter it by the
harpoon line at a great speed. The engine
of the steamer, about 30 horse power, was
started at lull speed astern to counteract the
whale's strength, in the expectation that the
animal would soon succumb, but without
avail; then the sails were hoisted and
backed, to still further increase the drag,
but still the vessel continued to be towed at
a high speed, on a direct north course, away
from the coast The vessel was towed in
this way lor nearly 50 miles without any
sign of the animal giving in. At length
the position became so critical, the vessel
not being provided with an outfit for reach
ing the North Pole, that the tow rope was
cnt and the whale allowed to escape.
LIVING ON A P0WDEB.
How Alexander Jncqaea Explains
HI.
Ability (o Fnat ao lions'.
Newcastle, Eng.. Chronicle.
Alexander Jacques, before he began his
fast at the Aquannm, in London, was en
tertained at luncheon by the press repre
sentatives. It was explained that Jacques
attributed his ability to go without food to
tbe use of a powder composed of a number
of herbs and plants which grow abundantly
in this country, and which is compounded
according to a recipe which has been a secret
in his family for some generations.
He has lrequently tested its efficacy, not
only on himself but on others, notably dur
ing the siege of Beliort, In the Franco-German
war. when he kept a number of his
fellow soldiers alive on it for a number of
days. Thirty days has hitherto been the
limit of his lasts.
IKE CHOLERA BELT.
A Comfort to tbe Naval Ofllcers That Slight
be or Use Inland.'
American naval officers who have adopted
the cholera belt in the tropics find it so bene
ficial that they often retain it in all lati
tudes. It is simply a broad band of flannel
worn night and day the year round tight
abont tbe waist, so as to protect'the stomach
from sudden changes of temperature.
Those who wear the contrivuncelinsist that
that it is an admirable promster of diges
tion, and thonsauds regard it as well nigh
an absolnte preventive of stomachic dis
orders. Any person of sensitive abdominal
nerves must recall the shock to the itomach
that lollows emergence from the dining room
even into air ot moderately low tempera
ture. The cholera belt protects oneVlrom
this sensation.
lloaton Ha Bllllera.
Boston Herald.
The Gipsy moths in the suburbs north
hf
Boston are rapidly turning into millers.
The female millers are very small and
white, and distinguishable from the males
by being a little whiter in color. The story
which has gained circulation, to the effect
that the Commissioners are to ofler school
children 1 or 2 cents a dozen for all tbe
Gipsy moth millers brought to them is un
warranted, as the Commissioners state that
they hare never seriously considered inch a
step.
HOMES FOR SUifflEB.
Fancies in Finishings and Furnish
ings Within and Without.
ME. LORILLAKD'a' MODEL COTTAGE.
Suggestions That May Help Toward Har
mony in Form and Color.
ANTIQUE OAK M0 L0XGEE THE EAGB
rwEimir roa inue hisfjltch.1
Fashions in the colors oi houses, outside
as well as in, vary yearly, though such
such change oftimes is anything but good
taste or artistic. A house is something per
manent, and its form and hue should be
studied to please lastingly. The test of true
art and taste is that they delight forever.
The flaw in the taste will betray itself by
tiring the very eye which chose it at first as
soon as the sense grows acquainted with it.
Everyone to his taste is a risky and ex
pensive rule unless the taste is right, simple
and true in the first choosing. The art
which paints German toy villages must pre
side over the Long Branch and Jersey
cottages this yw, for tbey glare in amber
and terra cotta the ground story red, the
upper one amber or a brilliant pumpkin
yellow, with brown trimmings, enhanced by
vivid green Venetian shades, and green
mattings drawn as roofs and enclosures for
outdoor balconies. The discord of the
three colors among' the cool shades of grass
and clustering boughs is fitly closed by
ranks of scarlet and pink geraniums on the
lawn scarlet and pink at which a sensitive
eye shrinks. The very god of flies and irri
tations generally must have studied to find
assortments of color like those of common
place gardening, which make lovely, silken
leaved flowers a vnl;ar discord in repetition
a sight one prays to be delivered from.
One sympathizes with the dislike of Will
iam Morris, the poet decorator, for those
harsh red geraniums against the green
grass.
A HOUSE ONE SEVEB TIBES OP.
If you wish to have the new summer cot
tage or the old one remodeled approve itself
year after year to the artistic eye, as letters
patent of the owner's good sense and culti
vated taste, choose a dark, strong color and
paint it all over alike. Dark red, the old
Venetian red, with a little umber or lamp
black to deepen it, wears longer than any
color in the painter's list and has all the
good qualities, being warm, substantial and
giving richness to the landscape, harmoniz
ing with the greens of summer, and having
a comfortable glow of tone in the gray
autumn days. Deep bronze green is another
artist's color for houses, a green too sombre
not to be distinct from tne foliage about it,
yet blending with them. A red-brown is
good and a russet or deep brownish yellow;
these the list suffices to choose from. But
follow one law that a wooden house needs
no trimmings, either in gingerbread art
work or in color, which lessen its apparent
size and real dignity.
Ornamental work cheapens a wooden
house or cottage, which should depend on
the symmetry of its lines, the slope of its
roofs, the proportion ot its gables and
porches, for its attractiveness. The best
architects are discarding the steep gables
and twisted roots ot the Queen Anne style
and the ridiculous pepperbox towers copied
from the French chateau. The Lorillards
and Miss Catherine Wolfe and the Astors
have led in taste among people of wealth in
this country, and their Newport houses, on
which hundreds of thousands were laid out.
are simplicity itself beside the quirks and
board filigree of the Jersey houses costing
$8,000 or $10,000 and under.
MB. lOBIXLABD'S MODEL COTTAGE.
There fs hardly a lovelier country house
in America than Mr. Louis Lorillard's
Newport cottage, "Vinland," designed and
built for Miss Wolfe, who somehow man
aged to get as muah good out of her money
while she lived as any million heiress in the
Book of Gold. And there is not a stroke of
ornamental work outside the friendly,
ample, becomingly grouped walls. The gay
touches, the relief to your wide gables, are
the square or broad railed balconies without
roof, which are preferred in the latest
studies to the deep hooded porch and
verandas.
The open balcosy allows the sun when it
is grateful, is shaded by the pull of a cord,
and is much airier than the deep roofed
porch when the sun is off and ali delight in
the afternoon shadow. Tbe broad striped
awnings and these need to be broad, bold
and effective in color are made in the Ve
nitian way, without sides, and are much
pleasanter to sit under and to take care of.
Verandas have their own suits of furniture
in palm and rattan, cushioned with Mada
gascar matting, fine as jute fabric, with gay
barbaric stripes of crimson and tea colored
rush. The uneasy rattan tables with basket
tops are sensibly replaced by wood tops with
rattan frames, and the heavy round basket
frames for sofa and chairs give way to some
thing lighter in looks. One does not want
a basket chair for summer to suggest a foot
man every time there is need ol moving it.
SUGGESTIONS A3 TO PUBKITUBE.
The best lounges are those of rattan, with
closely woven seat, costing from $10 to $13,
and so light they can be carried all over the
bouse. A pair of these, any number of
small rsckers and easy chairs, a large rattan
table for newspapers and tea, with several
of the low Arabic tables, elbow high, as one
si is in me lowest ot low chairs or lolls on
the Japanese bed mats, furnish a veranda
prettily. Beside these wicker screens and
rice curtains partition off corners forwriting
or dozing, and big East Indian seats of
woven rush, coarse as work in corn husks,
look well with tne huge green pots of palm
or acacia, which add to the coolness when
kept well sprinkled, as they ought to be.
"' course veranda boxes ail round full of
flowers are the final decoration, but pray let
us have something in them beside the usual
assortment of German ivy, bine lobelia and
nasturtiums. Try the effect of hardy, white
jessamine, with starry, sweet scented flow
ers, and the delicate, luxurious mansandya,
like aminiature ivy in leaf, blooming end
lessly in rose, white and purple bells, snap
dragons, in their velvets, richer in coloring
than any flower grown, saving the salpiglos
sis, streaked in its jewelry, flowers which
bloom into the frost and seem anxious to
crowd as much brilliance as possible into
their lives. Give them liquid fertilizer at
the roots twice a week, soaking the soil well,
and turn the sprinkler on the foliage three
and four times a day, when the sun is off, in
hot weather. Florists have to sprinkle their
plants almost hourly on hot days to keep
them fresh and thriving.
"WHEBE PASCX HAS BOOM TOB PLAT.
Indoors tbe furnishing a summer or conn
try house gives play to picturesque fancy.
The new and intelligent design for interiors
procures perfect airiness by large arched
transoms in pierced wooil, not only the
varied Japanese fret, but the flower pat
terns, in which rose, lotos and neonv are
sketcbily carved and the ground cut awav
or the outlines cut throngh. The Japanese
panels,squareand cnrved,comeio thetscented
pine, which is cousin to the sandal-wood,
cedar and mulberry, bnt the Western State
work copies Oriental models and turnishes
pleasing natural designs of our own forest
leaves and flowers. Perlorated panels are
inserted in doors, making excuse for a silk
curtain to bedroom when needed.
Bope portieres are the civilized version of
Chinese bead curtains. Thick colored wool
or silt covered cable cord is woven in a
netted beading finished by fluffy tassels, be
low which the strands hang so closely as to
screen an arch or doorwav. The effect is
rich and pleasing, and is attempted for
camp life in hemp or manilla cord, witb
aveied tassels. The cord needs a lead sinker
t tbe lower end to make it hang well. The
rape nettings make pretty screens for the
sides of lawn tents and arbors and well
coa ted with. palht answer well for trellises
between pillars where people do not like
wire about in case' of storms. At the sea
side high nettings will break, the force oi tbe
wind cnongh to allow trees to grow on tho
leeward side, as the Scotch horticulturists
found years ago in their gardens swept by
Atlantic gales.
"WALL PAPEB ASD CUBTAKIS.
A new and exquisite fancy in wall pape
does away with frieze or bordering. The
example was a cartridge'paper in soft sky
blue, verging to the grayish tinge of suns
mer, with a graceful, natural beading oa
tbe length of roses drooping in long fringes
as they might hang over a wall, with pink
petals falling below them in airy blending
with the tone of the paper. It was an
artist's finest fancy, worthy any of the
famous French decorators. It was not
economical costing CO cents a length, the
pattern repeated twice in a single roll but
it was cheap loveliness. One cannot aonrove
cartridge paper for sanitary reasons, as it
absorbs damp and odors distressingly, but
there is a dnll enamel paper which in these
slight frescoes would be charming.
To go with such paper the French cre
tonne in cream or ecru grounds, with rose
clusters and borders, or the English dimity
with pale dink or blue stripes, is the ideal
curtain, as either can be laundried as often
asdesired with ease. Pretty summer cur
tains, new this season, are of clear washing
net with slight tambour tendrils and dots,
like thread lace, and these are made up
with frills of lace to correspond, very light
and refined, while inexpensive.
The choice patterns of India silks for
drapery come in silk-finished cottons, like
solt jaconet, and to my thinking more de
sirable than the silk for use. Although it
goes by the name of washing silk, it is in
tended to he washed as little as possible, and
it never improves in the process. But the
prettiest novelty is the French cotton for
curtains, a fine satin jeans, that does not
lose its freshness by washing like satin, but
with its clear white or cream ground, and
roses or lilacs in cluster, defies sun and
service to mar its freshness lastingly.
AXTIQUE FOBNITUBE OCT OF STYLE.
It is in devout thankfulness one records
thatfurniture in "antique" oak and butter
nut is out of fashion, as it always was out
or grace; for it pretended to be something it
was not, and the- grime of centuries, none
too desirable if real, was copied in soot and
grease well rubbed in. Woods in the nat
ural color are preferred, for the light and
cheerful interior prevails over the formal
gloomy one, which gives eye doctors and
nerve specialists so much to do. Another
present style deserves reprehension, wnich
carves beantilul light wood into semblance
of bamboo and basket work. Makers may
as well learn first as last that imitations of
one material by another are rejected by ajl
good taste and surely became unsalable,
while things in true taste are desirable as
long as they hold together. It is stvle and
very good stvle now to have the furniture
and wood work of private rooms correspond.
For floors in summer houses or sleeping
rooms at any season carpets are discarded
wholly as well as heavy portieres, jute,
turcoman or chenille to velvet. The close
ness they give to rooms, their power of ab
sorbing smells and giving them out again
are intolerable to persons of susceptible
senses. The floor in brown paint and shellao
polish, when hardwood cannot be laid, is
infinitely preferable for bedrooms, with a
neat mat at the bedside small enough to be
shaken and sometimes washed. For sitting
rooms the Japanese rugs in shades of Indigo
from light to dark, mere sketches of color
on pale gray or cream grounds, are beauti
fully cool looking. Shiblet Dabe.
CATCHING MENHADEN.
Hovr 163,000 of Ibe Fubea Were taken at
One Ilnal of tbe Seine.
When well to the windward of the ma
roon water, says a writer in the Boston
Herald, describing a fishing expedition off
,the coast, the captain cried "Break away,"
and off the little crafts started, the mate's
men pulling in one direction and the cap
tain's in the other, the seine thus falliug be
tween the boats and gradually spreading in
the water. When a little over 100 yards
apart, tbe captain waved his hands, and
then both of the boats turned at right angles
and were rowed to the other end of the ma
roon water, between 300 and 400 feet distant.
That point reached, the boats were tamed '
again, and, with the oars splashing in the
water to scare the fish toward tbe impenetra
ble wall al the other end of the maroon
stretch, rowed toward each other.
When they met the wall was complete.
Then the "torn," a heavy lead weight, was
thrown out and the net was sunk 100 leet to
its full depth. Even then the fish some
times dove beneath the deep barrier, and
more or less escaped in that way. When
the "torn" bad been dropped the men began
to pull on lines run through the lower por
tion of the net, and soon an immense bag
was formed, from which there was no possi
ble cnance of escape for tbe menhaden ex
cept by breaking the twine, which they
were powerless to do, although at times a
solid body of fish nearly HO feet in width
would rush at once against it. Then as
much of the net as possible was hauled into
the boats, and Captain Cornell signaled the
steamer.
Think of it, 165,000 fish 550 barrels U
what there proved to be, and there are 300 in
a barrel cooped up by tbat terrible seine,
and all struggling to escape, first in one
direction and then in another. Each men
haden is about ten inches in length, and it
was a mystery how 165,000 of them occupied
a space not over 25 leet square. They
sqmrmed, flopped and jumped, but all their
efforts were useless, and soon, in four or five
barrel lots at a time, they were being
dumped, via a big bailing net, into the fish
tank in the steamer.
SIBTH OF THE PEARL.
An Art Work Tbat la Beautiful Both
la
Design and Execution.
Jewelers Weekly.
Two works of the Salon of the Palais ds
l'Indnstrie are worthy of attention. The
"Birth of the Pearl," byM.Maignau, is one
of the most attractive compositions ex
hibited tbis year. It represents an ssthetic
diver, who, having plunged in the bottom
of the ocean, undaunted by tbe great sea
monsters of many aspects and hues, opens
the double shell wherein is concealed in
blissful slumber a beautiful woman. The
bold diver presses his lips against hers aud
tbe pearl is born.
One who has assisted at the pearl fisheries
in the island of Ceylon must confess tbat
pearls are not born in this way. But, bar
rinir this discrepancy, he will freely admit
that theresthetic com position of M. Maignau
is beautiful in the extreme.
ADVEHTTJBE OF A BLTO.
It Files From a Gentleman's Finger lata
Anotbcr'a shortcake.
William A. Beatty a fetr days ago entered
a restaurant in Providence, B. I., and while
gesticulating in a conversation lost a dia
mond ring. A diligent search failed to re
veal the hiding place of the jewel.
Wilton Spencer, who was taking lunch ia
the establishment at the time, ate a piece oj
shortcate lor dessert and was astonished to
find imbedded iu it a diamond ring. Tbo
proprietor of the restaurant notified Mr.
Beatty, who offered Mr. Speucer a hand
some reward when the ring was returned.
Tne latter, however, declined to be paid for
bis recovery of the ring.
PH0T0GBAPEING C0LOBS.
Prosreas Binds by French Sciential That
Shown the Cnao-Ian't linpoleia.
M. Vallot, a French scientist, has repro
duced by contact printing from a colored
picture, a photograph in natural colors.
Herr Veress, whose first attempts in colored
photography were recently made known, has
succeeded in incieasing the Sensitiveness of
the emulsion to such a degree that the ex
posure requires only 15 seconds, as against
two or three hours lu his first experiments.
Itcertiinlyseemsasif, in the near future,
color photography will be discovered in
way that will make it commercially practio.