Evcu More l'o;>uinr Now I linn When We Boiled Tliem In Cnlleo. Notwithstanding the advent of the rabbit, the egg continues in undimin ished popularity as the emblem of Eas ter. The crude, homely practice of coloring hen's eggs In the country dis tricts at Eastertide is increasing, rath er than losing Its vogue, and in our cities Easter times see the develop ment of all sorts of expensive and ex travagant novelties, in which eggs, real or simulated, figure extensively Our shops are full of these novelties and one can find value for any amount of money, small or large, that he wish es to expend for them. They appear extensively, this time in the Jewellers shops, both in this country and Eng land. Eggs, In which costly presents are rlaced, are mere papier mache shells covered with hand painted satin. Fre quently, however, a lady will order a plain, white satin egg, to be painted upon by herself, and then return for filling and dispatching. Returned travellers will bring in ostrich eggs to fce painted ard filled; and an egg of the; extinct g 1 -jat auk is described by the Strand Magazine as having passed through the lands of a big London dealer in such novelties The record nny Easter conceit is pro duced by ai, American designer in this way: About a gross of hen's eggs are bought and blown; the contents of the eggs, by the way, are sold very cheap ly, at so much per quart.. The blown 6hells are next taken to the drying room and left there a few days, before being weighted or balanced. This is done by pouring in through the hole a little fine shot, on top of which is poured melted wax. The eggs are then stood on a pe-rfect ly level surface and allowed to settle. Then they are placed in the hands of an artist, who judges from the shape of the egg (and tho shapes vary) what character shall be imparted to it by means of oil paint. Some Ancient Ranter Custom*. Years ago the celebration of Easter was invariably accompanied by many very quaint and interesting observ ances; but few of these customs have been brought down unimpaired to the clcse of the essentially practical nine teenth century, and are, therefore, lit tle known to the present generation. The sending of Easter eggs still re mains in vogue, but this custom, too, is slowly but surely dying, being prob ably killed by the more popular and less expensive Easter card. The exchange of eggs at Easter was formerly a religious observance, the custom dating back to the very earli est days of the Christian Church. In many European countries, notably France and Russia, it Is still religious ly observed. Among the Russian peas antry the exchange of visits and eggs on Easter Day is very common, being accompanied by the salutation "Christ is risen!" the usual response being "He is, indeed!" In France, begging for eggs on the part of the village chil dren is very popular, while in Itaiy hundreds and thousands of eggs are blessed by the clergy, previously to be ing distributed among the people as charms against many spiritual and bodily ills. rolyglcl Menna. No restaurant in St. Petersburg will be allowed hereafter to have its bll. of fare exclusively in a foreign lan guage. By a recent edict a Russiar. version must always be added. Katter Clilckeni. Dr. l>uck—Tour feathers are just to« pretty for anything. Henrietta—Yes; ycu see 1 was hatched from a dyed egg. Lizotte? Yes, that Agenalse lassie, half pens ant, half world! ng, who revealed the sweetness of woman's presence to the little thinker and dreamer that I then was. I must tell you thai they are good to look upon our glrla of the Gascon country. They have not the rather hard type, the accentuated Greek type, of the Arlesienr.es, but their tall fig ures are less supple, less stocky, their more humid eyes have more sweet ness. Lizotte was an incarnation of this I charming and piquant type. When I became her friend I was 15 years old. I lived la Fontgrane. Ev ery day I went to the parsonage to take a lesson in Latin from the Abbe Destourbes. The Abbe was a kindly teacher, a lover of Virgil, whom he re cited with devout intonations, like a I prayer. But what was best in the parsonage ! was Lizotte—Lizotte Destourbes —the little niece cf the abbe, the daughter of the Destourbes of Agen—he who kept at the corner an important estab lishment of fruits and candies. Liz otte was some months older than I. She loved fun like a. child, and none the less did rot disdain from time to time to play the lady, as she paced along the sidewalk on Sundays, at tracting much attontion from the young fellows. Unforgetable days, those Easter hol idays in the parsonage at Fontgrane. Never Vince have I made such tremen dous journeys nor su:h curious ones as ! those which I then undertook with Lizotte in the attic of the parsonage— a real wilderness of entangle J beams. Further, it was the season of ap proaching Easter. I recall above all others a certain evening of April, at the commence n*nt of Holy Week. Lizotte and I wero enjoying a holi day on the plea that we had to attend to decorating the church. I dined pleas antly enough at the j)2rsonage between the Abbe Destourbes and the littlo minx, who amused herself by kicking me on the shins under the table. We had finished the frugal repast that was served up for the Lenten period, and had already left the table when a messenger came to call away Abbe Destourbes to a vety eld lady who was very sick and wished to make her con fession. He instantly donred his overcoat, ; took his hat and stick, and sallied out with the final instruction that I was not to leave Lizotte alone in the par ! sonage, for, the nigiit being dark, Irma, | the housekeeper, p.icompanied het master, lar.tern in hand. The charge gave nie great pride, but i at bottom I was forced to own to my | self that she had in me a rather poor | defender. She was at that time far braver than I. Taking me by the i hand, she drew me into the intermina i ble, winding corridors of the house, then into the cool solitude of the nave. She whispered into 12y e:ir at the same time awful stories of {hosts, whose fa vorite season, as <3 well known, is Holy Week, for enjoying themselves in consecrated spr.i:). Suddenly she burst out into a song, her fresh young ' voice accentuating th t vowels in the ! Languedoc fashion. Come, divine Messiah, Bless our unfortunate days! Come, source! of life, Come, come, come! But when she cewed the church an swered to her voice in such horrible re verberatory echoes tin-1 we madly flee back through the sa?ristry and the 1 long winding corr ciors to the dining room of the parsonage, where we fell into chairs, affrigh:nd and laughing ai our fright. Then as the Abbn Destourbes did not return, Lizotte enu Derated to me pi; the presents she i 1 d received on hei birthday, which foil thu year on Palir Sunday. At last, IQ r little friend rose from her chair aud iv-jiit on tiptoe tc open the bul'et at tie dining room ; She drew from It i box of whiti wood, which she laid cautiously on the tabic. This box was a present which Liz otte had brought from Destourbes d'Agen to his brother, the cure. A hundred of the finest prunes were ar ranged side by side In layers of twen ty, upon beds of laced paper. The prunes which Lizotte had brought were phenomenal ones, large, meaty bursting with juice and IUSCIOUB and perfumed. The girl was right in the pride with which she displayed these products of the paternal business. At to m-3, 1 should have wished to c6m pare their taste at once with their fine appearance. But alas! the slight est theft would be easy to discover. The prunes fitted in one against the other like stones in a mosaic, and (doubtless because such luxuries were interdicted in Holy Week) the abba had not yet touched them. After a long and contemplative i lenre Lizotte said: 1 "If I let you taste one of these prun is what would you say?" I readily acknowledged that the ex periment would be very agreeable to me. j The little minx made that gesture 1 which signifies in every language, "Wait a moment; don't stir." She del icately lifted out of the box first the I upper layer of prunes, then the sec j ond, each in its bed of paper, took a prune from the third, carefully re plr.Td the two layers that she hnd taken out, then closed the box and put It baelt In the buffet. All these maneuvers were executed with an ease, a perfect mastery, whlcb filled me With admiration. . But now LlzOttS had returned to me, holding between two fingers the stolen prune. She began by appropriating to herself at one bite exactly half of the pruie. This seemed to me entirely equitable. Then, Just a3 people offer sugar to a lapdog, she iendered me the other half in her red finger tips, amusing herself by withdrawing it as soon as I approached my mouth to the morsel. A pretty game! My lips caught with out retaining sometimes her nails, sometimes her brown fingers anii sometimes the list of my little friend Then I seized Lizotte's ar m, I snapped the prune, but when I had swallowed it I still held imprisonedxthe slim little hand with my lips above It. Oh, that exquisite hour of innocent caresses! All who have known such an hour know also, I think, how to love most delicately. Almost swoon ing away, I murmured: "Oh! Lizotte! I love you, I love you!" Suddenly Lizotto thrust me away from her. She turaed a little, hiding her held with her arm. Astonished; I raised my eyes. I saw the Abbe Des tourbes standing in ths frame of the doorway. He was looking straight at us. He was very red. The scene of which he had been a witness had un doubtedly disturbed hiin violently, for his breviary was hanging from the end of the little piece of cloth in which he usually carried it, and the devotional pictures, sliding out of the pages, were whirling around the floor like choris ters escaped from a sacristy. Ho said severely: "Pick those up!" Lizotte did not stir. Half turning her back, her head slightly bent, she was nervously playing with her fin gers on the strings of her apron. I noticed ihat her shoulders and her chignon shook. "She is weeping," I thought. At present, having deeper thought ou this matter, it is my opinion that she was laughing. Sheepishly, I picked up the sacred objects and replaced them in the bre viary. The abbe did not scold me. Ho contented himself with saying: "Go home to your parents. It is time for you to be in bed." After this event I was no longer al lowed to play with Lizotte. That was an awful grief to me. but you may be sure I spoke of it to no one, and so I began to know, before love itself, the delicious suffering of love. At the Easter season, when the holi days arrived, I still saw at the church and afar off the pure profile, the supple figure, the knotted kerchief of Lizotte. But, alas! never more did she laugh at me or box my ears. Never more did my lips touch her brown hands. All this happened long ago. Never theless, when I visit Gascony. when I walk in Agen, I sometimes meet Liz otte. Only Lizotte is a woman. She has married a notary. She wears a hat. \nd she is no longer Lizotte. Color UllmlneM®, It has been scientifically proved that a woman's color perception much ex ceeds that of a man, while men, as a rule, have a keener sense of smell. Women's training in the details of dress doubtless accounts for much of this superiority. Men, however, who were almost color blind have yet shown surprisingly good taste in the selection of dress goods for their wo men folks. While on this subject of color, one may mention that a popular lecturer or. dress advised women to wear "street gowns the color of their hair, house gowns the color of their eye*; and evening toilets the tinge of their complexions." Another Frenk. "That young man of yours," said the observing as his daughter came down to bre jMit, "should apply for a job in a dime museum." "Why, father," exclaimed the young lady in tones of indignation, "what dc you mean?" "I noticed when ! passed through the hall late last night," answered the olc man, "that he had two heads upon hi shoulders." A Boxful of Or«lcr«. 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