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A Notable Silver Anniversary.
With tte close of tbe present year Mr.
David C. Cook, of Chicago, will celebrate
his first quarter-centennial as editor and
publisher of Sunday-school literature.
Starting twenty-live years ago, without
reputation or assurance of support, ho has
become one of the most widely and favor
ably known publishers in tills line. Begin
ning in 1875 with two small publications,
his periodicals have grown in number and
favor until there are few schools in this
oountry that do not find It to their Interest
to use some of his pure and»helpful publi
cations, wiille many In distant lands pay
tribute to their merits. The past quarter
of a century has witnessed many changes
among Sunday-school publishers, and
much less time than this has sufHoed fox
some to outlive their usefulness. On the
contrary, Mr. Cook is preparing to cele
brate the beginning of another quarter
century with additional Improvements and
new publications. Among these may be
mentioned THE NKW CENTCHY SUNDAY
SCHOOL TEACHER'S MONTHLY, a large and
thoroughly up-to-dato magazine for super
intendents and teachers, the Urst issue of
which will appear la December. Among
the most remarkable of his publications Is
tbeYouno PEOPLE'S WEEKLY, which has at
tained a circulation of nearly a quarter ot
a million, being a successful attempt to
furnish a klgh grade of religious story
reading for boys and girls. To avoid tho
"goody-goody" story of the Sunday
school, such us we remember In our ohlld
hood days, and furnish something natural,
Interesting and ennobling, has been lta
aim, and we ure not at all surprised ut its
popularity.
The restraining Influence ot the Chris
tian home and the Sunday-sohool on out
growing community of young people, some
of us may not appreciate us we should—
perhaps because these sometimes fall to
restrain. This paper should be a most
weloome accessory In this work, and one
whioh all should appreciate. Boys and
girls will read, and the story book and
paper are their flrst choice. There seems
a plentiful Bupply of religious papers lot
older people, but this is the flrst success
ful attempt to furnish a non-sectarian re
ligious story paper for young people.
The paper is profusely Illustrated, beau
tifully printed, and contains as much 01
more reading matter than the most expen
sive of secular young people's story papers.
The price, soveuty-Uve cents per year,
should bring It within the reach of every
home. Mr. Cook is now making a special
effort to give tho paper a wider circulation,
and all who send seventy-live cents for a
year's subscription before Jan. Ist will re
ceive a beautiful premium picture entitled
"The Soul's Awakening." It Is exactly tho
same size (13 by IB inches) and style as
those on sale at art stores for #l. Orders
should be addressed to David C. Cook
Publishing Co., 36 Washington St., Chicago.
Probubiy no man living has done so
much to Improve and cheapen Sunday,
school literature as has Mr. David C.
Cook. Through his aid thousands of
schools have been encouraged, Improved
and made self-sustaining. Mr. Cook Is yet
a comparatively young man, and It does
not appear at all improbable that his field
ot usefulness may extend over yet another
quarter-century.
Gave Him Hla Cue.
He is a Michigan boy now fighting
in Manila. Once, when on a trip East,
he squandered his substance too free
ly, became remorseful, and while in
this mood enlisted. There was noth
ing vicious about him, but he was a
big, strong, impulsive young fellow
who had yet to learn that there are
limitations even to tbe American rights
of independence. One morning he
was missing and there was conclusive
evidence that be bad deserted. He
was Corporal Dime, bis name being
the whimsical suggestion of tbe one
coin he lSfd left when be went to the
recruiting office.
Just as war with Spain became a cer
tainty he was walking along by tbe
Planter's hotel in St. Louis and came
fa:e to face with his old captain. In
stinctively he olicked his heels to
gether and saluted.
"I don't know you, sir," said tho
captain quickly and gruffly. "Never
did know you. You don't know mo.
Never forget that, sir. Your name
might be Nickel, for anything I can
tell."
"Half right," laughed the stalwart
youth, who had twigged the captain.
"I have been longing to enlist ever
since this trouble threatened. What
would you think of it?"
"Any folks?"
"A mother, well and happy," nnd
they looked each other in the eye, for
it was her serious illness that bad
caused tbe boy to ask for a furlough
and then desert when it was refused.
"I think I saved her once."
"Glad of it. Glad you want to en
list. Never knew you before, but,
young man, be careful.to be as awk
ward as any one in the awkward
squad."—Detroit Free Press.
General Fink's Boom eranir.
Major Ford H. Kogers tells an amus
ing anecdote of the late General Clin
ton B. Fisk. The General was ad
dressing a Sunday-school convention.
One of the speakers had reminded tbe
children that it was Washington's
birthday.
"Children," paid General Fisk,
"you all know that Washington was
a General. Perhaps you know that ]
am also a General. Now can any one
tell what was the difference between
General Washington and myself?"
"I know, sir," piped a small boy in
the back part of the room.
"Well, what was the difference?"
said' General Fisk, smiling at the lad's
eagerness.
"George Washington couldn't tell a
lie, sir," cried tbe boy in exultant
tones. Shouts of laughter followed,
in which tbe General joined heartily.
—Dotroit News.
TWO VERDICTS.
She was a woman, worn and thin,
Whom the world oondemned for a single
sin;
They cast her on the King's highway
And passed her by as they went to pray.
He was a man, and more to blame.
But the world sparod him a breath of shame.
Beneath his feet ho saw her lie.
But raised his head and passed her by.
They were the people who went to pray
At the temple of God on a holy day.
They scorned tlie woman, forgave the man ;
ft were ever thus since the world began.
Time passed on and the woman died,
On the Cross of Bhnme sho was cruel (led;
But the world was stern and would not
yield,
And they burled her in rotter's Field.
The mau died, too, and they burled him.
In a casket of cloth, with a silver rim,
And said, as they turned from his gravo
away,
"Wo havfe burled an honest man today."
*«»»»»««
Two mortals, knocking at Heaven's gate,
Stood faoe to face to inquire their fate.
He carried a passport with earthly sign,
But she a pardon from Love Dovlne.
O! ye who judge 'twixt virtue and vice,
Which, think you, entered to Paradise?
Not he who the world had said would win.
For the woman alono was ushered in.
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It wns at the Waldorf-Astoria dur
ing horse show time, aud the dinner
hour, the busiest time of the whole
day at that wonderful hostelry.
Uniformed attendants flew here and
there in breathless haste, waiters and
"omnibusses" hovered distractedly
about the flower bedecked tables iu
the grand dining salon aud the palm
garden,and through the rich corridors
flowed a ceasless stream of elegant
women in trailing silkeu gowns and
prosperous looking men in Tuxedos
or swallow tail coats cut to reveal daz
zling segments of shirt front.
The riot of luxury, feasting aud en
joyment was at its height when two
men met in the oflicj—two men of 40
or thereabouts, with that indefinable
air of self-conscious power that marks
the successful business man.
"By the gods, if it isn's Ned
Frink!" exelaiined tho lailer of the
two, stoppiug suddenly with out
stretched hand.
"Teller!" cried the other, joyfully
seizing the proffered baud. "I'm
glad to see you, old man."
In another moment the two were
seated in a couple of the big,
throne-like leathern chairs which the
Astor millions have provided for
the purpose of at once com
forting and impressing the hotel
patrons and were giving ail ae
sount of themselves in true American
fashion.
They had not Boen each other since
15 years before they had separafßd
after four years of intimate compan
ionship at a fresh water college, to
go out and seek their fortunes after
the impetuous fashion of western
youth.
"You have prospered, I hear," said
Frink, "and hove become an out-and
out New Yorker in fa-t aud senti
ment. "
"Oh, I've had my ups and downs,"
replied Teller with a little laugh, "but
I'm on top now. As for beiug a con
firmed New Yorkor, well, Mrs. Teller,
like most eastern women, doesn't care
for the west. We've never even done
the conventional trip to California.
She prefers crossing the pond whou
wo travel."
In the last words was nil the coni
placeucv of the man who lias had a
hard flght of it and won, but Frank
easily forgave the little touch of van
ity. He had been through it all him
self.
"Then there's a Mrs. Teller," he
said smiling.
"Oh, yes, and a Jack Teller the
second," replied the other, "i'ou
must see that boy, Ned."
"I want to," said Frink, but some
thing wistful iu his voice struck his
friend.
"And you?" be asked quickly.
"Surely you've not remained siugle,
my boy?"
"I've never married," was the brief
reply.
"Why,you're the very fellow to have
a romance, I should think," went on
Teller. "You used to be a sontimeu
tal chap at college, always writing
verses and all that."
Frink laughed.
"Yes, I had my romance," ho said.
"Well, I'm sorry it doesn't seem to
have had a happy eudiug," said Teller
sincerely. "A wife is a great help to
a man. I'd like to tell you before you
meet her," he went 011, bending for
ward earnestly, "what mine has done
for me. She's made a man of me and
proved that I was worth the job. She's
been more than a wife to me. She's
been my good, honest, loyal chum.
There are not many men who can say
that of their wives:
"No, I fancy not," assented Frink,
smiling,
"It's wonderful the understanding
she had of the way a man feels, an in
experienced girl like her," proceeded
tho other. "You see she wns a stenog
rapher in our office when I first met
her, and I fell in love with her at first
sight, almost. I'd mado a little pile,
and when we were married I thought
thiugs were coining pretty much my
way. But hard times settled in and 112
lost everything. For a Ions? time it
was hard work to get bread and but
ter, but that girl stood bv uie through
thick aud tliiu. When I win sick for
a year with rheumatism she went back
to •flfice work and kept me and the
boy with what she earned, with never
a word of complaint or regret through
it all. I tell you, old boy, she's got
tbe stuff in her that heroes are made
of. Gooduess kuows where she got
it, tbat courage of hers. I never
asked her about her family, and she's
not one to talk much,but I fancy they
were ordinary enough. I believe she
came from some little town in I«ew
York state, and I know she never had
anything much in her life. Bnt now
the struggle ia over and I can give her
about what she wants, thank (Jod, I
tell yon, Ned, it's a pity you lot one
disappointment spoil your life.
There's nothing so sweeteus existence
as the companionship of a good
woman."
"And nothing poisons it like a bad
one," said Frink, bitterly.
''But surely the good ones outnum
ber the bad. Forgive me, Ned, but
isn't it rather narrow to let one woman
prejudice you against the whole sex?
Of course, I don't know, your
story "
"It's not pleafont," said the other
man, knocking the nshes from his
cigar with nervous fingers. "It all
happened the year I left college. I
met a girl in Denver. She was beauti
ful and clever, and you're right about
my being sentimental,Teller,l fancied
because her eyes were pure and bright
as the stars in heaven that she must
be an angel. She was poor, too. Her
father was a drunken, good-for-noth
ing fellow,and she was very unhappy,
and I pitied her. Ah, I was very fat
gone, indeed. We were going to be
married when I had made money
enough, and meantime I was happy
as—well, as happy as a fool. And
then one day as we were walking
down the street together we met »
man, a low fellow, with a dyed mus
tache. I knew him. He was a shoe
string gambler who came down some
times from the mining camps, and as
vile a cur as ever breathed. To my
amazement he stopped and spoke tc
me. 'What are you doing with mj
wife?'he asked, angrily. I supposed
he'd been drinking, and was about tc
brush him aside, when I happened tc
look at her, and what I saw told me
all. She was cowering before that
beust, with every vestige of color gone
from her face and her eves fastened
on his with such a look that in a flash
I knew that her fear of him was no
new thing with her.
" 'Great God, Lucy,' I cried, 'tell
me this isn't true.' But she only gave
a little moan, and so 1 turned away
and left them there. I never saw hei
again."
There was a moment's pause. The
orchestra, from its perch on the land
ing of the marble stairway, was play
ing an air from "La Boh erne," repeat
ing the refrain over and over again
with passionate insistence.
"Isn't it possible there was some
mistake'?" asked Teller at last, a little
awkwardly.
"No," sail Frink in a hard voice.
"Her lather came to see me after
ward. She was gettiug a divorce
quietly, ho told me, and they had
agreed to keep me in ignorance of the
whole affair. Of couse, the black
guard threatened to shoot me if 1
didn't marry his daughter, but when
he saw 1 was not afraid of him he let
me alone. They came east after that,
I 1 elieve."
"Perhaps she wasn't as much to
blame as he," observed Teller,
thoughtfully.
"Perhaps—she was very young.
But such training in deceit doesn't
turn out the women who make good
wive% and divorced women are hardly
in my line. No, there .was no excuse
for her, and it was only my luck. You
fell in love with the right woman, and
I fell in love with the wrong one —
that's all."
A woman come down the corridor
as lie spoke the last words, a tall, ele
gant woman, in a modish gown, whose
gleaming folds clung closo'y to her
slender figure. A boy of eight or
nine years held her by the hand, and
bi,th looked out on the world with the
same eyes, great, beautiful, gray eyes,
at once proud and sad.
As the woman's eyes met Friuk's
they dilated suddenly, and he started
with a sharp breath.
How had sho come therejust then—
ths very woman of whom he had been
talking? As he started up Teller
glanced around and then rose also
with a happy smile.
"Ah, Lucille," he cried, "I have
met an old friend, Ned Frink. He
must be your friend, also. Ned, thi»
is my wife."
The joyous pride in his friend's
voice made Frink wince inwardly as
he bowed ceremoniously.
"I'm very glad to meet Mr. Frink,"
sho said calmly. How well he knew
her voice.
"You'll dine with us, I hope, Ned,"
called Teller, over his shoulder, as he
started on with tho boy.
"Thank you, no. I leave for Denver
in half an hour," replied Frink.
Then a snddon surge in the crowd
brought some one between them for u
moment, and the woman turned tc
him abruptly.
The pitiful appeal in hoi- eyes went
straight to Frink's heart, and ho felt
his own eyes grow dim with tears.
"He does not know," she said
simply.
"He never shall," cried Frink.
Victor Hugo's l.ovo I.pttor*.
Victor Hugo's love letters are to be
published, and the book, it is said,
will be a worthy successor to the love
letters of the Browniugs. Hugo begau
these letters when he was 18 years
old. There nre about I fit), all ad
dressed to Adele Fou hor, whom lit
afterward married. Mile. Fouclier's
pareuts objected because Hugo wa«
poo: and because tho yonug lady had
no dowry, but finally they agreed tc
let her marry tho penniless youth.
After the marriage they went to live
in a little flat, for which he paid #2OO
yearly. The editor. M. Paul Menrice,
says:"l have never laid eyes upon
nobler human documents. They re
veal during its most interesting period
the inner life of the most illustrious
literary man of the country."
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| Designs For Costumes That Have Be- §|
| come Popular in
NEW YOHK CITY (Special).—As time
goes on it is made manifest that the
power of the fancy theatre waist has
not been lessened in the smallest degree
by our long familiarity with its charms,
THEATRE BODICE.
nor will the shadow of the shirt waist
diminish in the least during the win
ter. The former tried and true friend
in every wardrobe is putting out some
amendments on its previous condition.
That is to Bay, it is arriving in the
MOURNIKO COSTUME. MOtttNISO CLOTH COAT.
shops made of satin or the very soft
satiu surfaced silks that have suf
ficient body to stand fanciful stitching.
This is pretty and commendable aud
the effect is very like the sketch of a
bodice given here, the original of
whicli was of black peau de soie, hand
painted in design of iris in the natural
color of the flower. The collar is of
shirred chiffon and a similar finish is
at wrists.
Scores of the silk and flannel shirts
just out of the workrooms show how
they have shed their loose shirt sleeves
and broad cuff's for dress waist sleeves
and cuff's that drop over the hand; it
is easy, therefore, to hazard a prophecy
in favor of this fashion that is going
to rob our shirt waists of one-half their
simple charm.
Mourning Costumes.
Contrary to what has hitherto been
the custom, cloth is now considered a
suitable textile for mourning, of
course, heavily trimmed with crepe,
with which material the hem of tho
dress is invariably covered. Another
favorite textile for mourniugis "Cash
mere do l'lnde," and again cheviot
and "droguet."
For half-mourning, all the new pas
tel shades of bluish-grays which aro
now so fashionable are adopted. On
these the trimming, though not necos
sarily of crepe, must in all cases be
black, or black and white mingled.
Capes, or the new long semi-fitting
garment, are more seen than short
jackets, which are considered some
what too negligee. These garments
are made this year of considerable
length, reaching to within about
twelve inches of the foot of the skirt.
Among furs, astrakhan, caracule aud
Mongolian-goat are suitable, not as a
trimming for the dress, but in the
shape of capes or boas.
JJJIn Paris no deep mourning attire is
considered complete without tlio long
crepe veil, starting from the back of
the bonnet and reaching to the ex
treme verge of the skirt; but oulv
during the first three months does it
cover the face, after which period it
is allowed to droop over the back of
the dress, while a short square veil
shields the face.
A pretty new fashion for half-mourn
ing for children's wear shows dresses
of some heavy weave of white woolen
textiles trimmed with narrow baud* of
black crepe. In this case the hat may
also be of white felt or velvet, trimmed
as lightly as possible with crepe, but
without either feathers or flowers.
The mourning costume showu in
the large engraving is of black cloth,
trimmed with festoons of crape. On
the waist a bertha of crope surrounds
a tucked chemisette of the same mate
rial.
The long clotli coat shown is cut in
very narrow gores and piped with
crepe. There are two rows of black
crepe scallops, one on the front of the
deep-shaped flounce, the other head
ing it. The collar is also lined with
crepe.
Short Gloves Worn.
Our grandmothers thought them
selves very smart in one-button gloves,
and a few years ago six-button ones
were very commonly worn, but the
length of the sleeve of the moment has
sent many buttoned gloves out of
fashion, and three and two buttons are
the smartest thing to wear just now.
Indeed, longer gloves than these are
out of the question il we are to look at
all in the fashion and to preserve our
dainty culls in an immaculate condi
tion.
Stylo of the New Toque*.
The new toques are considerably
larger than former shapes. They are
wider, and are therefore becoming to
women with slender faces, when the
trimmings are not arranged too
straight and high. Many of the
French models are composed of ex
quisitely shaded velvets; that is, there
is not a single piece of shaded velvet
used, but three separate weaves. For
instance, one handsome toque is com
posed of a beautiful trio of tints,
shading from deep prelate purple to
palest Parma violet. Another has vel
vet grading from dark jacqueminot red
to rose pink, with three ostrich plumes
matching three distinct shades, held
by a triangle-shaped buckle of French
brilliants. A third model shows an
artistic blending of moss, mignonette
and stem greeu velvet, the hat being
nearly covered with standing and
gracefully drooping green plumes.
Tim Winter Girl.
In her velvet gown and her sable
collar and muff, with a string of pearls
about her throat, this winter's girl
will be robed like a queen.
For Hie Houfte.
This dainty costume is of soft,
clinging wool goods in a charming
shade of silver gray. The frills and
SPflteA
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A DAINTY CC^TUME.
sash are of pink silk. The long tram
adds much to the effectiveness of the
house toilette.