Our hats cost us §100,000,000 less a
year than we pay for our shoes.
Tho increase of murders in tho last
three years in this country from a
little over 3000 almost 7000 is some
thing frightful.
About SIOO,OOO worth of pearls
have been taken from tho waters of
Wisconsin streams during tho last
few years. Some single pearls ob
tained there have been estimated to
be worth SIOOO.
The Paris Gaulois has a long article
on the American influence which is
changing tho typical French maiden
with downcast eyes aud timid, hesi
tating manner into a girl of the modern
American and English type.
Efforts are being made to opou a
market in France for Australian mut
ton. Tho English market prefers the
fat cross-bred mutton of New Zealaud,
but the French liko small joints of
lean, juicy meat, which it is thought
the Australian merino carcass should
be able to supply.
This is likely to be a dull year for
the guides all over Europe, predicts
the New York Tribune. Tourists
from America will be as angel visits
—few and far between. Many thou
sands of those who are able to travel
are going to tho World's Fair to get
acquainted with their own couutry.
The great discovery of the day in
France, avers the American Agricul
turist, is that tho phylloxera avoids
sand and salt marshes. Vast tracts of
such land, previously useless, have
beon reclaimed for vineyards. Every
other means of extirpating tho pest
has been tried, often at an expense of
sl}o per acre. Prior to the appear
ance of the phylloxera,many vineyards
had not been manured for 60 years.
Some of the most capable men who
spend spring and summer on tho Alas
kan islands looking after various com
mercial interests, earn very large sala
ries and live what some folks might
call double lives. They are able dur
ing tho winter in San Francisco, New
York or Europe, to be lavish in ex
penditure and to enjoy all the pleas
ures of life, and the fact that there is
little to be done on tbe islands but at
tend strictly to business enables a mau
to recuperate from the wearing joys
of civilization and thus to prolong
this dual existence.
In Switzerland the minute division
of the land and the cheapness of labor
do not justify the general use of mod
ern labor-saviug agricultural imple
ments. For cutting, threshing and
winnowing purposes tho scythe, flail,
and winnowing-basket arc used. The
scythe is apparently an exact counter
part of that which is seen in the hands
of "Time" iu the school The
plow would adorn in archaeological
collection, requiring four horses and
three men to work it,and cutting only
one furrow. Instead of tho harrow
or cultivator,a number of women and
children, armed with clubs, go over
the ground after it is plowed aud pul
verize the clods on the surface.
The Salvation Army has secured a
site for its new headquarters in this
city, announces tho New York Inde
pendent. It is iu Fourteenth street
near Sixth avenue, and the ground is
at present occupied by the barracks of
the army. It was purchased for a sum
of $200,000, and covers an area of
about 12,000 square feet. A four-story,
fire-proof, iron building will be
erected. On tho ground floor there
will be an auditorium, which will seut
3000 people, and the other three floors
will be used for offices for tho army.
Ballington Booth has been asked to
receive a large farm on Staten Island,
upon which to establish a colony for
those rescued from the slums who arc
willing to do farm work. He has uoi
yet decided to accept it.
It is high time, the New York News
thinks, that some effort were mado to
mitigate the dangers resulting from
the employuient of incompetent per
sons to manage elevators. Accidents
resulting from this source are so fre
quent, aud the nature of tjjcm is
usually so shocking that there can be
no excuse for failure to take every
possible means of prevention. The
chief cau9e of danger seems to be in
the supposiion ;liat any s-.rt of person
will do to run an elevator. The ma
chines themselves arc now probably
as nearly safe m inventive genius can
make them, but powerful machinery
is never fafe in the hands of a novii.e.
Why should not the eievator "boy"
undergo a tent of exami nation as to
his fitness for tiio trusteeship of human
life, as well as the engineer who it
obliged to huve a license?
Little Brown Hands.
They drira home the cows from the pasture,
Up through the long shady lane,
Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat
field,
All yellow with the ripening grain.
They find, In the thick, waving grasses,
Where the scarlet-dipped strawberry
grows,
They gather the earliest snowdrops
And the first crimson buds of the rose.
They toss the liay in the meadow,
They gather the elder-blos9oms white,
They find where the dusky grapes purple
In the soft-tinted autumn light.
They know where the apples hang ripest
And are sweeter than Italy's wines;
They know where the fruit is thickest »
On the long, thorny blackberry vines.
They gather the delicate seaweeds
And build tiny castles of sand;
They pick up the beautiful sea-shells—
Fairy barks that have drifted to land.
They wave from the tall, rocking tree-tops,
Where the oriole's hammock-nest swings,
And at night-time are folded in slumber
liy a song that a fond mother sings.
Those who toil bravely are strongest;
The huuible and poor become great,
And from these brown-handed children
Shall grow mighty rulers of state.
Tics pen of the author and statesman,
The noble and wise of the land;
The sword and the chisel and palette
Shall be held in the little brown hands.
[Philadelphia Times.
SOPHIE'S LOVERS.
BY MAUD DE FRIETAS.
"You tell your ma the reason 1
keep boarders is because I'm to poor
to keep anything else." Sophie
always answered people tersely.
B iarders were business with her, and
she ran tbe house on a business plan.
"I've known Sophio Hurd these
thirty years," ono old crone said,
"and I've never known her to do a
foolish thing. No, sir, she never had
no lover to my knowledge, and she
never will."
These were the staiements of the
villagers; verify them for yourself-
I'm looking at things from Sophie's
standpoint, and tho years back didn't
look quite so placid to me.
Sophie was worn out with tho heat,
.lid all the afternoon had tried to
leep, but that Kobbius dog would
lark, and tho Brown baby was fret
iUl, so she gavo up in disgust, and
washed her hair instead. Show« 6
awfully sorry she had, for no matter
how hard she brushed it the little curls
would bob up bchiud her ears. She
had a dark room OP tho ground floor,
With tbe bureau right by the window.
How pretty the miniature of her
mother looked with that splash of
yellow suulight across it. That minia
ture always had a prominent place on
the bureau, for sho loved it so. Her
mother hnd been dead 10 years when
I first knew her, and that's some time
ago.
"They say I look just like my
mother," she 6aid, reflectively, with
the little chintz frame in her bauds.
Then she looked from it to the glass.
"Ma always was dressier than 1
am," and she smiled at the recollect
ion. Suddenly an idea came into her
Bually mtmer-of-fact head, anu, de
iberately propping the faded miuia
ire up against the old pincusbiou,
bo pulled ail the hairpins out of her
nair. Five minutes later you would
have looked about for a chintz frame
for Sophie, for tho lovely curled hair
added tho last touch to the marvelous
resemblance.
At tliis critical moment Jaue bounced
iu without even the ceremony of a
knock. "Mary wants to know if it's
beef or mutton you'll have tonight;"
then coming a little closer, "Been
washin' yer hair — look 3 nice," and
•he grinned approvingly.
Sophie told me afterward if it
hadn't been for Jane she would have
done her hair over in tho old way, and
If she had done it over iu the old way
—you're not going to pump me.
"Jane, you shouldn't bounce into a
persou's room like that. I might have
beeu—saying my prayers," 6be con
cluded lamely. "Tell Mary to let tha 1 .
beef alone; the mutton's enough, l'l'
be out presently," and sho turned her
back on tho grinning girl.
"Mary," said Jane, a minute later
in the kitchen, "mark my words, it's
* man —she says tho mutton's good
enough."
In Sophie's room Sophie was smil
ing to herself as she pinned a few pink
roses at her neck in placo of the pin
she always wore. "If I'm going to
mako a fool of myself, it will be a big
one," and she rubbed her cheeks with
the crash towel, for the cheeks of tho
miniature were a faint pink.
But once in that stuffy dining room
and all thoughts of her hair and pink
roses vanished. There were live of us
iu that bouse, four men aud ono worn
in, and it was something of a job to
get a tea for us. Boarders always
have a good appotite. Wo were all
late that night. How well I remem
ber every detail.
SXJ LEMEIVT.
••Gracious! how hot it's been," one
mail remarked, dropping into his
chair. "You look cool enough, Miss
Hurd," aud he looked keenly at tho
landlady.
"I don't feel it," she answered, and
her cheeks rivaled the roses. To her
self—"Laughing at me for making an
old fool of myself."
''Could I have just one more cup of
tea?" Sophie looked gratefully at
the speaker, as she took the cup. For
tho last month or two she had gotten
into the habit of looking at this
boarder for sympathy when tilings
didn't go just right. I found out
afterward he sometimes called her
'Sophie' when they were alone. I
hated that man, anyway; to hear him
draw his chair raspingly over the
wood floor, ugh!
It was fully 8 o'clock before Sophie
got through that night, and the peace
ful cool of the coming uiglit seemed
to rest her, a 9 she stood in tho door
way, twisting the poor little piuk
rosas that had long ago faded around
her finger.
"Do you mind cigars, Miss Hard?*'
It was her sympathetic boarder,
stretched lazily out in the hammock,
his dark eyes gleaming through the
ineshe*.
"I don't mind smoke," she an
swered, sinking into achair. "Smoke
keeps the mosquitoes away," and she
laid her head back wearily on the
chair.
The pink roses lay on tho ground
at her feet.
"Poor little rosos I" ho said, tenderly
picking them up. "She throws you
away when you're dying. Sophie,"
and a gleam shot from the cigar;
"Sophie, I wonder if you'd treat a
man as you treat these flowers?"*
Sophie made no answer. I don't
think she really heard him. You see,
"it was just his way," at least she
thought so.
""What's the matter, little womau;
some one's bill overdue? Somo day
we'll cut the wholo concern, you and
I," and lie took her hand in his.
"Don't 1" she said. She told me
afterward his trilling seemed almost
sacrilegious 111 the inood she felt that
night. "Ilero comes Mrs. Brown,"
moving her chair near tho railing.
"Here's a letter for you, Miss
Hurd," and flirty Mrs. Brown came
sweeping up the steps. "It's been too
hot togo to the postollico today. Yon
two look cool. There 1 there's that
b.by crying again," and she whisked
away into the house.
Sophie was reading her letter care
fully, juding from the time it took
her to get through with it. Somehow
her face wore a curious look, and her
mouth was trcmbliug as she laid it
down.
"Bad news?" the sympathetic board
er asked. By tho way, the man's
name was Calkins Jiin Calkins.
"No," she answered, "not exactly
had news,"and her eyes looked eagerly
down tho dusty road. "It's from Mr.
Trip; he says somo one must sit up
for him to-night; he left his latchkey
home." How easily the words carce.
"That Trip's au impertinent fel
low," ho said, standing directly in
front of her. "I wish he'd leave*
'I he very way he spoke to you to-night
about your looking cool proved him a
cad," and ho leaned over the back of
her chair.
"I wish you'd sit down; yon make
me nervous," she said, sitting bolt up.
"Suppose some one came out here?"
'■l shouldn't care tonight if they
did," he answered coolly, putting his
hand on her shoulder. "Confess;
you wouldn't either? Let's see Trip's
handwriting," aud she tried to take
the letter.
"Don't!" she said, shrinking away
from him into a corner of her chair.
"Sophie, I insist on seeing that
letter," he said, presenting it in a low
tone.
"By what right?" sho answered
quietly.
"Do you ask that?" reproachfully.
But Sophie's eyes had spied through
the vines some one coming up from
the gate, and site walked eagerly to
the top of the steps.
"John, I don't think you're late
enough to need a latchkey," sho said,
as some one caught her outstretched
hands. "Mr. Culkius wanted to read
your letter," sho added, mischievously
looking back at the man standing in
the shadow of tho viues.
"He will have to ask my permission
to do that," I answered.
"It reached you safely," looking
down with thankful eyes at the woman
beside me, the woman that the villager
said had never had a lover. "And d d
you tell Mr. Calkins you will only
keep boarders a mouth longer?" but
Calkins had t>ono down the path and
on# the uato. We didn't miss him,
for &opliL/and I had so many accounts
to settle. Yon see, 1 was the last of
Sophie's lovers. [New York Re
«nrrter.
Finest Tree Mnseam in the World.
We hear so much about the Jardin
des Plantes, the Botanic Gardens at
Kew, and other well known collections
of plants in Europe, and so little about
the Arnold Arboretum that it would
perhaps be safe to say that there are
not a hundred people in the country
who are aware that Harvard Univer
sity owns tho finest tree museum in
the world. Boston, itself, though the
Arboretum is a part of its park sys
tem, has hardly waked up to the fact
of its importance, and wonders vague
ly, what tho name implies, and why
the scientific treasure is unique. What
is there about this place, whore you
see just such thiugs along the park
ways as you find beside the roads, and
just such tree as you find in the woods
outside, to make it peculiar and inter
esting?
It is thus that this extraordinary
outdoor museum strikes the careless
observer, unaware that he might find
here two thousand varieties of woody
plants, and walk for two miles and a
half up and down the lines of labeled
shrubs without finding two alike.
The differences between trees of the
eame species are hardly apparent to
tho ordinary man. He may recognize
a blue spruce when lie sees it, but it
would puzzle him to know in what a
white spruco differs from a black, or a
Carolina hemlock from the New Eng
land vtriety. The subtle distinctions
in oaks aud maples, the innumerable
subdivisions of birches, the fine lines
that separate families of familiar trees,
are all unseen by him. Hardly can he
discern a hemlock in a pine forest, or
a black birch in a group of beaches.
How should ho know tho worth of an
institution whose business it is to tell
him about these things? He has never
heard of dendrology, he has tho
vaguest views about forestry as being
son ehow connected with the water
supply, and hisgreatest wonder is that
anybody should want to know about
trees except as furnishers of lumber,
or as ornaments of a place or road,
comtortable to sit under on a hot
day.
That there should bo a hundred aud
sixty acres given over by a college to
the cultivation of plants of woody
fibre, trees, shrubs and vines in all
their infinite variety, fills him with
astonishment and somo dismay. This
is not exactly a park, he says, nor yet
a garden, in spite of its flowers and
fruits. What, then, is an arboretum?
and what purpose does it serve? and
how does it differ from foreign botanic
collections?—TCentury.
The Story of Creede.
A prospector named Creede had
spent a good deal of time in the
mountains of southern Colorado with
out making his fortune, when one
night his jack or donkey strayed from
camp and disappeared. It will never
be known whether that donkey lmd
privately made up his mind to take a
"flyer" in prospecting on his own ac
count, although, judging by results,
this view of it seems reasonable
enough; but it is quite certain that
Mr. Creode was a wrathy man on dis
covering his jack's absence, and no
doubt indulged in expressions highly
disapproving of the conduct of any
jack that would stray off for the pur
pose of prospecting or anything else.
It is tho weakness of some jacks, how
ever, to "skip out" whenever a good
chauco occurs, and at such limes there
is but ono way to remedy the trouble
—go find 'em and bring 'em back to
camp. This is just what Mr. Creede
did, and he never was sorry for it af
ter coming to a full appreciation of
what his jack's erratic conduct led to.
He walked a long distance to find that
jack, and maybe he threw away ono
club and cut a heavier ono at the end
of each mile of his tramp. I don't
know how that was, but hit search
was finally successful in a greater de
gree than there had been any reason
to expect, for the beast was grazing
on the "croppings" of a mineral
ledge, which Mr. Creede "located"
and named "The Amethyst." De
velopment-work made so good a mine
of it that the locator was offered as
much as $1,250,000 for it. 110 de
clined all oilers, however, aud in the
summer of 1892 his interest in tho
Amethyst property was yielding him a
profit of $400,000 per month. The
moral of this story is that if you are
going on a prospecting trip tako aloifg
a jack that is a pretty good prospector
himself. —[Harper's Young People.
Wonted So Extremes.
Employment Agent—What was the
matter with your last place?
Domestic —The couple had only been
married a month, au' I cudu't stand
th' love makin'.
Agent —Well, here's a chance in a
house where tho couplo have beeu
married ten years.
Domestic —That's too long. I likes
peace an' quiet.—fXow York Wceklr.
LADIES' DEPARTMENT.
now ONE PRINCESS LOOKS.
Priucess Kaiulana, the young Ha
waiian princess, who sailed for Eng.
land on the Majestic, after a message
of thanks to the American people, was
rather an interesting young woman.
Many persons seemed to think that
the Princess Kaiulani, or Miss Cleg
horn, was of the very dark order of
complexion. On the contrary, she
was no darker than many an Ameri
can beauty of the brunette typo.
Miss Cleghorn was dignified in bear
ing aud suggested tho Boston girl
known as a bluestocking. [New York
Herald.
THE NEW "HORROR."
In reading of tho new "horror," the
the gown faced to the knees with
?rinoiine, bear in mind that the crino
line alluded to is simply the thin,
slightly stiffened material long in use
for lining panels, cuffs, collars, etc.»
aud not more than half so stifl as the
canvass with which most gowns have
been faced for a long time. Hoop
skirts will hardly bo worn this coming
summer; and though dark hints are
thrown out that autumn will soe a
radical change in styles, the dire pro
diction need not icause alarm. [Do
morest.
JEWELS FOR EMBROIDERY.
The employment of imitation jewols
in connection with embroidery and
their use upon fancy knick-knacks is
very popular among workers in dec
orative arU, as they impart to such
articles a sparkling effect which is very
good if carefully managed so as to
gleam out unexpectedly and in un
looked-for places. The jewels are in
a great variety of tints, representing
pink and yellow topazes, emeralds,
rubles, sapphire*, diamonds, opals aud
aqua marines. Two holes are ready
pierced in eacli stoue, by which it can
bo sewed on. The stitches which hold
the 6tone down should be as iuvisible
as possible, and flue sewing silk as
nearly matching tho color of the stone
as possible should bo used. A mistake
easily made is the mixing of half a
dozen colors and kinds of stones upon
the same piece of embroidery. Two or
three colors give the best result.—
[Now York Tribune.
A QDEEN'S LACES.
The Queen of Italy, like the Prin
cess of Wales, is noted for her ta'-te
in dress, though instead of the tailor
mado serges and cheviots in which the
princess is wont to dress, tho Italian
Queen essays sumptuous brocades and
velvets rich in color and texture, like
the robes of the stately ladies Titian
aud Veronese painted in the old days.
Tho Queen has been a patron of the
lace-making industry of tho Italian
people, encouraging the revival of iho
old stitches aud the designing of new
patterns. They tell a story of how
one particular stitch, in guipure, was
almost lost to the world in tho decay
of tho art.
It was discovered at last that a bed
ridden old lace-maker of Hut-am was
tho only person alive who could do
the stitch, and by dint of good food
aud wine she fairly coaxed back
to life long enough to impart her
piecious secret to tho vouug htce
makers of the new Venetian school.
Queen Margherita is rather short in
stature, but so well docs she carry
herself that sho always conveys the
impression of a tall woman. Her
neck and arms are beautiful in ouiline
and tint, her skin delicate and creamy,
the color coveted by Italian women.
She speaks French, German, Italian
and English, and her favorite books
are those belonging to English litera.
ture. [New York Advertiser.
THE NEW SILKS.
The thin tummer silks, of which
very many are being made up, are, us
a rule, left without stiffening or
stiffened only for a few inches above
the bottom. The silk is too soft to
bear tho interlining. Where it is used
the character of the goods is destroyed,
and the gowu seems to be made of
crackly paper. Tho best modistes
recognize the fact that crinoline has
its limitations, aud wisely adapt them,
■elves to the necessities of the fabric
diey are haudling.
The new chene silks are soft and take
gathers nicely. Many have the skirts
trimmed with only ono flounce or nar
row ruffle of silk or lace, or perhaps
with a band of openwork lace over a
lining of colored satin. No skirt,
howover, is prettier on the thin silks
than ths skirP#fll of flounces—that is,
flounced from waist to foot in ruffles
of six-inch width, or graduating from
six to eight, ten, or twelve inches.
The flounces are of silk, and are
prettiest when picked top and bottom
and put on with a narrow ruffle head
ing, the heading on the top flounce
only if the Bounces overlap, or ou all
il they are set cn separately.
A charming design for trimming
the Bilk skirts is that of a succession
of narrow ruffles to tho knee, pinked
and caught up in the festoons by
knots of velvet the color of one shade
in the silk, the upper ruffle having a
heading of folds and butterfly knots.
Shining ou stiff cords is used on thin
silks and cottons. Tho cords are in
close-set groups of six or more, mak
ing perhaps an Inch-wide band, and
the goods is drawn upon them at the
waist, around the yoke at the wrists,
at the head of ruffles and so on.—[New
York Times.
THE WOMAN PREACHER.
There soems to be no objection
whatever to women taking control of
Sunday-schools, benevolent institu
tions, church' fairs, festivals and all
other means of caring for tho flocks
and filling the ecclesiastical exchequer,
but when it comes to women in tho
pulpit there is trouble at ouce. This
is only another of the relics of bar
barism.
In old times if the church could get
control of tho women and little chil
dren they felt pretty sure of their
ability to manage the rest of the human
family.
Half a century ago a woman doctor
was scarcely recognized in reputable
circles, and a woman lecturer was a
monstrosity. Contrasting that date
with the present and taking note off
the change in sentiment from one
decade to another, it is scarcely too
much to expect that by another fifty
years we shall see a most wonderful
revolution in matters of this sort. It
is safe to predict that before tho end
of the first decade of the next centnry
the woman preacher will be no more
of a novelty than tho woman doctor
now is. Woman is specially fitted for
such work, and even were she not so
it would bo only the strictest kind of
justice to give her some of the honor
as well as most of the hard work of
the church. When once it dawns fully
upon the minds of the people o£ this
generation that there is no sex In
intellect or moral achievement, the
first and most difficult part of this
knotty problem will have been solved.
By all means open the pulpit doors
to women us well as those of the Sun
day-school room, the hospital and the
Executive Committee.—[Now York
Comuierciul Advertiser.
FASHION NOTES.
Corkscrew bengalines are new and
stylish.
The law has been laid down: Short
skirts, and only short skirts, are to bo
worn in the street.
A new navy-blue has a single
threail-stripo of deep green, and is
pronounced very stylish.
Cream white, old pink and light
bine seem to bo the colors selected for
young girl's evening costumes.
New skirts for the street do not
touch the ground, but house-skirts are
almost all made with short trains.
Tho handsome French challies are
"the thing." The pulled sleeve fall
ing over the elbow is a good model.
Accordion-plaited skirts of surah or
India, with plaited waists in eailoi
fashion, are rather new and effective.
Wide-brimmed hats, with an
abundance of ostrich-plume trimming,
will be popular for early-summer
wear.
Bodice effects reached by means of
bands of ribbon arc often seen, and
are especially aflucied in evening
gowns.
Tho pretty colored Henriettas arc
well adapted for this purpose, and
with yokes of Irish lace are very
stylish.
Tho dotted or sprigged lawns are
trimmed with rutties embroidered in
the dominating color and with knots
and streamers of ribbon.
One of the new ideas is a black
satin bodice and a skirt of some dark,
rich cloth. Indeed, black satin as u
waist material is quite to the fore.
Tho crisp, clean-looking French
batistes, the poetic flower-strewn or
gaudics, tho neat-patterned linen
lawns and giughams all make pretty
negliges for warm weather.
Tho white dotted Swisses, the plaided
nainsooks, and bishop's lawns launder
well and are made up with plaited or
gathered rulfius, torc'iou lace, and
ribbons of pale green, mauve, or
blue.
Sensible and pretty houso robes are
made of the fiuo Freuch or Scotch
flannels in stripes or figures; pale gray
and pink, marine-blue and ponceau,
Nil and heliotrope are among tho new
blendings; these gowns are usually
made with yolks or in tho loose prin
cesse shapa and trimmed with lace
and ribbon.