j An Awkward Blunder. 5 a BY SOPHIE SWETT. "Miss Mildred Brewster requests the pleasure of your presence at a small musicule at her house Wednesday evening, June sth." The girl to whom the note was ad dressed read it with Hushing cheeks and a cry of delight. She started to her feet, dropping Miss Floy Parnienter's wedding-dress in a billowy heap on the floor, and ran to the door of the litting room of the dressmaking establishment. But her mother was busy trying a dress on Mrs. Commodore Skreeue and eould not be hurried, and the girl turned back, impatient to announce tile news. She whirled about in a little dance before the cheval-glass i:i the privacy of the inner room. Catching up Miss Parnienter's wedding-dress, she held the shimmering folds before her. "How shall I look In an evening gown?" she wondered, ecstatically. "Oh, I suppose I am too silly, but I have been so hungry for good times of my own kind! They are my own kind, those girls of Mildred Brewster's set, though 1 didn't suppose they'd ever acknowledge it. They never took the least notice of me when I went—so frightfully shabby!—to the high school with them. And Mildred Brewster seemed especially proud—although she was kind to get us the naval people for patrons. A muslcale, too! 1 won der how she knew I should like that. It may be that her brother Stanley has heard me singing in the garden when he has been canoeing on the river. "O mother, dearest!" and she turned to her mother, who had Anally got through with Mrs. Commodore Skreene and now stood in the doorway. "An Invitation for me from Mildred Brews ter to a nmsieale! When I opened the envelope I thought, of course, she had only written about the chiffon for her pink waist." "I don't know why slip shouldn't in vite you." said the little worn woman, her seamy cheeks growing red with pleasure. "They are very aristocratic—very proud of their old family. They live In a colonial house a hundred years old, with family portraits and old silver and things; and you and I mother,dear, are nobodies. I trim Mildred's pretty gowns and she sends us her father's checks. Those are the only relations that are to be expected between her and me." "She hasn't seemed to think so," said her mother, quietly, but with a thrill in her voice. Mentally she vowed that, whether money were plenty or scarce, Betty should goto tin l nmsieale in a lovely gown. For she knew all about the hunger for good times and girls, although never a word had been said. Mother eyes are sharp. Meanwhile the postman had left a missive in Miss Mildred Brewster's handwriting at one oft lie old colonial houses, "with family portraits and old silver tilings." It was addressed to Miss Frances Penliallow, and that young lady, who was Mildred's dearest friend, said she knew without opening it that it was an invitation to Mildred's niusicnle. She opened it, nevertheless, and drew her brow into a frown as she read: "Dear Miss Mnrtln: Will you be so kind as to take the very greatest pains In matching the pink chiffon to my waist? I am sure I can trust your exquisite taste, but I should feel it to be such a calamity if that delicate shade of pink silk were to be spoiled by a deeper shade of trimming. "Hastily, "Mildred Brewster." "Just like Mildred! She has 'mixed those children up!'" exclaimed Miss Penhallow. "This note was meant for Betty Martin, the dressmaker's daugh ter. And she lias probably got my in vitation! I'll drive round there and carry this note, so that Mildred's waist may be sure to bo all right. She has more faith in those people than she lias in Ma dime l'oiitenclle. I think I'll get ir.anuna to try them. 1 remember that liii- girl looked poor and forlorn win 11 she went to school, but she Is re -l IN effective now, she wears such goinl tiiWiis. And there is something quaint about her. with her hlirh fore lit ad and her little peaked chili and her mm fitiwcr-lilue eyes. If she could manage to make tue look as she do. s " I'miif' - critically surveyed ill • of il»> descendant of tlu* I'ciihnllows In tin' long mirror, nml <l<l it >«-rn i <*!>• "liuide up u fnce" lit It. It is inn- that tlif tlifuiv wuh stocky mill the thlcU, uuU thorn- ilUi'ouruiilnt; points •truck tin- owner of tlu> figure more for lily Hutu did the honest clearness of the Ki-iiy eye*, or the sympathetic sweetness of the mouth. It wan Hetty herself who opened the door of the I'tlon room, uml her "qiiullll" fnee lighted tl|i at the sljflit of the visitor. A friend of Mildred llieWSter's hole with her a "charmed atmosphere." Frances, smiling u little In response to the *hy radiance of tin- Klii's fare. nii:d: "1 rcmemlier you at the high school, nml I think )uu have such lovely taste!" She felt that Hetty's attitude ileuiitiiN something more kindly than an Immediate plunge Into tiusiucss. "I have seel) all the pretty thint. that jruit have made for Mlsa |trew*t»r." ••Minn Itrewster hs» heen no very kind tu me'" >ll Id Hetty Mllh u tli'lll in her voice. "She has sent me an in vitation to a music-ale at her house!" She displayed the card with childish simplicity. "I think some one must have told her that I love music," she added, with a doubtful, questioning glance at her visitor's face. For a shadow had fallen upon the lionest-eyed face, as Frances under stood, in a flash, that it would be diffi cult to explain the mistake. Difficult! It was impossible, she said to herself, as she caught a quiver of the chin that was cleft at its peaked tip by a childish dimple. There was a suspicion of mistiness about the corn flower-blue eyes. She did not suspect the blunder. llow should she? "I—l want to ask you about your dis engaged time," faltered Frances. "I have been trying to bring my mother here for a long time." Betty became businesslike at once and brought her mother, who, on con sulting a thick engagement-book, found that she should have a few days to spare in the course of the month. "Of course, I might have given the message about the pink waist," re flected Frances, as she flecked a fly off her fat pony's back, "but I was afraid she would suspect how things were. She was so pleased! To keep her from knowing that it was a mistake seemed the one important thing. The pony was forced togo at a pace which shook his fat sides and caused him to turn a questioning and re proachful eye upon his young mistress, whose views of life generally coincided very satisfactorily with his own. Out on Paradlce road, just where the air begins to be sweet with the locust trees, Frances met Mildred setting out with her brother Stanley and his friend, Lester Wymau. Mildred sent the young men on ahead, in obedience to an imperative private gesture from Frances, and then heard the story of the dreadful blunder. "It was stupid of me," said Mildred, with a pucker of her serene brow. "But I don't see how she could have thought 1 meant to invite her! llow awkward for you to have to explain!" "Awkward! I simply didn't explain. She was so pleased about the invita tion! She thought you must have heard how fond she was of music. And I don't think that good times have ever come much in her way. I didn't say a word about your pink chiffon. 1 thought you would rather leave it to Providence than to run the risk nf hurting her." "Why of course, anything would be better than to hurt her," said Mildred, slowly. "So far as the pink waist goes, I could write to her about it now. She is perfectly presentable, but 1 wish it could have happened some other time, if I had got to make such a blunder. I did want Lester Wyman, who is a diplomat's son and accustomed to the nicest people everywhere, to meet the very cream of Old Ilarbor society!" "She's the very creamiest thing in the town, so far as looks go.and lie need never know that a dressmaking sign hangs out over her door! (Jive tlu- girl a good time, and don't take it so hard," saitl Frances, sagely, as she touchedthe fat pony with the whip. "'Hey, Betty Martin, tiptoe flue!"' The little hard-worked mother gave her girl a playful push toward the long mirror, and the mirror reflected the prettiest gown that its experience had known. It was of pale blue silk mus lin over pale blue silk, and to its girl ish simplicity was added the Indefin able quality known as "style." The slip of a girl, her blue eyes wide with half-incredulous delight, looked like a princess—or rather as a princess ought to look and Is no more likely to look than any one else. But as Betty turned away from the mirror—away, also from her mother's eyes—the delight faded suddenly, as a candle Is blown out by the wind, and the sensitive little peaked chin quiv ered with a haunting reccollection of the expression on Frances Penhallow's face and the forced tone of liercongrat ulatloiis. There bad been a mistake made, somehow! It was not likely that Miss Brewster had meant to iu vite her. She said that to herself at one mo ment. and tried to think the next that she had grown morbid and fanciful bv much brooding over Frances Pen hallow's look of surprise a look of surprise, that was all. She had not known of the invitation. Itetty hail not brent lied a hint of her suspicion to lier mother, whose delight had been even great) r than her own. "1 would go, for her sake, over red hot plow shares!" Itetty said to her self. giving a little kick to her U-autl fut, shimmering, light blue train. Tliat train was gracefully carried on the night of tiie muslcale, and so was the small, ash-colored head only a trifle too high, And "a red and a rest leas spark" burned oil Hetty's chiek. Hut when she found, among all the throng of young people, no stare of surprise, or anything but the friendliest courtesy, she gradually put even the suspicion that their lulnds had been prepared, and was gay with the rest Ili-r heart grew warm toward Mil dud Itrew »tcr and rraneen I'eiiliallow, who, without singling her out In auy embarrassing way. coii>tauily took iiulim that >ln' khould not fe<i herself a stranger. It grew mi warm that when Mildred show d her chagrin thai Uuiiutuv li'Alinall. the > iisrmlng »Uig' er of English ballads, had failed to ai>- pear, she threw her shyness to the windt> and said, with evidently a sim ple eagerness to be of service: "Oh, I can sinfe ballads—lf you think wcC id care to hear me! I have not a large voice, but it has "been trained. I have an uncle who is a musiciau." "If—if you will be so good," faltered Mildred, polite, but as she afterward confessed to Frances Penliallow, feel ing "an awful dread." But the "awful dread" was quite un necessary. Betty had not, as she said, a large voice, but it had the thrilling, pathetic quality, the "wild, weird sweetness" found seldom except in an Irish voice, and most effective of all in simple ballads. Betty made a success. Before she went home, In a carriage from the livery-stable that was only a few doors from the dressmaking establish ment, she had promised to sing at an other muslcale in another of the old colonial houses. "Now we shall know what to do for her!" said Mildred, joyfully, to Fran ces, whom she had kept for a private conclave. "Every one will take her up! She can give parlor concerts, and she can get pupils by the score! We can get her to give up the dressmak ing." But when the plans were matured and laid before Betty Martin, she was grateful, but obdurate. "I couldn't teach,, it isn't iu me!" she explained. "Mother tried it before she married, and had a dreadful struggle. And father was a lawyer, when he ought to have stayed on the farm. We think, mother and I, that when we are born our work is born with us. We're like the old mllkwonian—you've seen her —who look her husband's route when he died. She says it's the work she was born for, whether it's proper work for a woman or not. She says she is like the kings and queens —a milk worn all by the grace of God. That's the way mother and I are dress makers. I want her to put 'Dress maker. Dei Gratia,' on the sign. If I had the voice for a great career, I don't know, it might be different. But as it is, I like to earn my living by the commonplace work that I know I can always do thoroughly well. "There is another little reason—" Betty hesitated and drew a quick breath—"which I'm afraid you will think fantastic and foolish. My little singing gift seems sacred because it was my father's only solace from pain in his long illness; it was our one cheer iu the dark days. I can't bear to take it to market!" "It's a little disappointing," said Mil dred to Frances, when they were alone, "but I am not sure that she Isn't right. There are so many struggling artists of every kind, and never enough good dressmakers! My pink waist is a dream! Betty Martin, dressmaker, by the grace of God! I really believe she is."—Youth's Companion. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. Elephants have only eight teeth—two below and two above on each side. All an elephant's baby teeth fall out when the animal is about fourteen years old, and a new set grows. Cinders from the forest tires on Cape Cod were carried by the wind as far as Boston, a distance of almost 50 miles, falling in the streets and in tiie waters of the harbor in considerable showers. A pet Maltese cat belonging to an English woman has been successfully provided with spectacles to counteract failing eyesight. A picture of a mouse was used by the oculist to test the cat's eyes. In bread-making on an expensive scale less than a third of the time is now taken. One thousand pounds of dough for biscuits is rolled, cut and prepared for baking In three hours and 54 minutes, as against 54 houra by hand. At a gathering of old folk in the tow« of Claremont, Mass., the other day the chairman called upon all present who were over "0 years of age to arise, and 7- respoiv'j»l. lie then asked all those who v? '»ver 80 to stand up, and there vvtr. » who.Zpassed that limit. A similar calL, 112 all over the age of tH» brought font -übers of the gathering to their feel. Perhaps the busiest time of the year In old Colonial days was November, called "killing time." When the chos en day arrived, oxen, cows and swine which had been fattened for the win ter's stock were slaughtered early in the morning, that tin- meat might be hard and cold before being putin tiie pickle. Sausages, rolllchcs and head cheese were made, lard tried out a.id tallow saved. The Hebrew chllil In tlt<* iitfe of captivity In I'iryi>t wort- only > 4 u|>» Til.. Spartan boy wort- a little ••••iit, u* lit' (IrunuiHl liU rude wagon nt play, aiiti other tireclnn lads Wort* alinple slips, in (it'll like their clil.-is. 'l'lt.'ii, during tli« long Interval* that t'lii|ts...l, tiiM loins .-hante.'tl. ami In the middle ug.» far more fare wu« tl«*voted to the clothing of the little girl* and lH>y« There wa» a constant approach front that (line onto the garb of the grown folk*, until Willi the adoption of the ro coco »tyh>, the hoy wu* a* elaborately dressed as hi* father, lu writs an.l »lllt« and »atlu». Ou"lh lb* I "Why don't you go out and hunt fa* W'Uk Ilk.' other lll'll"l" ••I never a goo«l »port»uiua UlUlii." lit Ull I I'wtt I* •patch. PULLS ITSELF UPSTREAM AN INGENIOUS BOAT DEVISED B\ OREGON STONE WORKERS. Compelling the t'orcfH of Nature to Do Work Tliut Woul l Otherwise Kequire a Good ileal of Hard Labor A Craft Which Work* lt« Owu I'assage. Iu the St. Nicholas Francis Ellington Leupp describes an ingenious device by which certain Oregon stone-workers save themselves a deal of unnecessary labor. Doubtless nearly every boy with a taste for out-of-door sports, he says, has made a boat which the wind or the current would cause to float over the surface of a pond. I have seen some lads rig up rafts on which they could themselves ride down a swift flowing creek; and I knew one, even, who was clever enough to build a com plete little steamboat. He could light a lamp under the little boiler, and the steam would form, and the piston would work, and the wheels would re volve, just as in a big vessel that carries passengers and freight. The trouble with all these toy boats, how ever, is that they will go only one way. Having made their trip, they ha veto b.- toilsomely dragged back by hand to be started again in the same direction. While traveling in Oregon, some time ago, I discovered a boat which seemed to me the most ingenious thing of its kind I had ever seen. It was built by some stoneworkers to convey their stone from the quarry well up toward the head of a small river, down to the mouth. The stream is everywhere so shallow that it can be forded without danger; but it is broken at intervals by stretches of rapids, or "riltles," as they are called In that neighborhood, often extending as far as 150 feet. The men built a flat-bottomed boat, which they loaded with stone, and it carried its cargo down the stream admirably. But then arose the problem, how to get it back when it had been emptied. It was too heavy to haul up the stream by hand. Where the water was com paratively smooth there was 110 trouble, because one man could ride 011 the scow and make his way along with a paddle and a pole; but the difficulty was to get up the rapids. The best of boatmen could not hope to propel f t against so powerful a current, and up hill at that. How do you suppose they accom plished the task, finally? By making the boat first work its own passage. They made two large paddle-wheels, which they placed one on each side of the scow, and joined tlieui by a thin but strong piece of wood, in the shape of a cylinder. This turned with the wheels, and served the double pur pose of an axle and a windlass. Each end of the cylinder, near where it joined the wheels, played in a socket somewhat like the row-lock used with an oar, only stationary, and mounted on tiie top of a triangular truss. To the cylinder was fastened a rope about two hundred feet long. When the boat reached the bottom of a rapid, it would be made fast to the shore. Then the man in charge of the boat would ford the stream and mount the opposite bank, taking with him the rope in a coil, and paying it gradually out as he walked, so as to keep it alwaysylaut. At the head of the rapid, or trifle beyond, he would fasten the further end of the rope to a tree. The moor ings of tiie boat would be loosed, and the current left to do the rest without assistance. The paddlewheels, unable to resist the force of the water flowing against their sunken blades, would re volve. and.of course, every revolution of the wheels would cause the rope to wind itself around the axle. With each turn of the rope the boat would necessarily be drawn forward and up tlis stream: so. by the effect of the continued winding, it would gradually rise and rise till it reached the place where the current ceased to exert so n iich power. There it would be made fast again, until the rope could b> dis engaged from the cylinder and colled, ready for use when needed. Then the man would cut loose, sieze his paddle or pole, and work away till the next rapid was reached, when he would start off with his rope and repeat the operation described above. This process is wearisome with a heavy stone-boat, but it struck me, as 1 watched it. that a bright boy could adapt it to a toy scow and get a great deal of amusement out of it. If the experiment did nothing more, it would ai hast be a less.m in the art which every iuechan!<- must learn of making the forces of nature Ills servants, and compelling them to do for him what would otherwise require a good deal of labor at his hands. Tttiflt »«ll I'ttwin<lt* I. Before ids appointment as minister at IVkln. Kir Claude Maidonald served for over 'JO years In the Kcaforlh Highlanders. He was for some year* attached on special service to the agen cy at Carlo, and it fell to his lot to try many of Hie prisoners who had taken pint in tiie Arab! rebellion, tin one occasion in tiie military cotut over vv iiicli be wii presiding, man after man w .is brought up to be Interrogated, anil each of tbelli told the same tale of hating Joined tin- Arahl under cum pulsion. At last one man Mood proud ly forward ami said; "I fought with Arab! because I hate the Kugl.*h. and I would tight theciu a..till If I got the chance," 'I lie major r«»e from hi» seat and shook the iiiau by the hand, and. telling hint he Mas the only man who hail had the collragc to *|>eak lilt* I. t.tll. old. led him to be at uiilv iii» 11. i"H» d STRANGE CASE OF SOMNAMBULISM Victim Wondered How He CJot Ills i'eet foiled. "All hotels have more or less experi ence with somnambulist*," said the clerk of one of the New Orleans houses, "but we had a case here recently that is certainly entitled to lirst prize, for originality. .lust a week ago today a gentleman registered with us from— well, 1 guess it would hardly bj fair to give his address—it was a town in an adjoining state, and I assigned him myself to a room on the second floor. At about 1 o'clock the lirst night he was here he walked downstairs and disappeared through the front door. In an hour or thereabouts he came back, and as he was passing through the lobby some guests who happened to be standing there talking noticed that he was barefooted. Of course, they were greatly startled, but he paid no attention to them and walked straight on upstairs. Naturally, they concluded that he was either drunk or crazy, and when they told the clerk oil duty about It he thought they were joking. Neverheless, he mentioned the matter to me, and I told him to keep an eye open for the gentleman the next night. "I saw him several times during the day, and he appeared to be all right, but at about the same hour as before he came downstairs again, and, sure enough, he was in his bare feet. Other wise he was fully dressed; lie had his hat on his head and he wore the ex pression of a man in a brown study. As on the lirst occasion, he spoke to nobody, and one of the employes of the house slipped out behind hiin. He went straight up the street, walking very slowly and looking neither to the right nor the left. After goiug eight or nine blocks, he stopped, and then strolled back. When he entered the hotel he passed under a strong light, and it was plain from the appearance of his eyes that he was sound asleep. He went upstairs, entered liis room, which lie had left open, and that was the last seen of him for the night. "Next morning I took him aside and told him what had occurred. He was perfectly dumbfounded, yet he said that he had arisen both mornings with a vague recollection of having taken a midnight walk, which he supposed was merely a dream, lie had also been puzzled to note that his feet were soiled and bruised. He stayed with us one more night, but did not repeat the performance. The man is a well-to-do merchant and assured me that he had not walked in his sleep before—at least, not to his knowledge—since he was a child."—New Orleans Times-IJemoerat. The liuioor Kulb Car<len. In growing any plant under un natural conditions we must, if we would grow it successfully, imitate the methods of Nature as nearly as pos sible. Now Nature in her management of bulbs sets them to producing roots in fall, by which the work of spring is supported and carried forward tJ satis factory developement. This root growth is all the growth made by the bulb during the fall season. The leaves and flower-buds remain dor mant to a great extent, waiting for spring. When that season conies, they are ready to grow; and they do grow, because there are strong and vigorous roots to help growth along. But if we were to plant these blubs in spring, they would have to make root-growth and top-growth at the same time, and :lie result would be highly unsatisfac :ory, because each phase of growth would be made at the expense of the other. The natural consequence tvould be £evv flowers, and these infe rior ones, or none at all. Now when the amateur pots her bulbs fall for winter flowering, anil places :he pots in the window as soon as the olubs are In them, she is making pre cisely the same mistake that we would tf we were to plant our bulbs in the open ground in spring. The action of moisture, light, and warmth will ex cite the bulb in such a manner that It tvill make tjie effort to produce roots tud develop flowers at the same time; and tills is Just what it should not do. —Eben E. Itexford, In Harper's Bazar. l.unxtics iintl ICelntlve*. Referring to the case recently wliert, » medical man was arraigned for al cged cruelty to his lunatic brother, .lie London Lancet makes the follow ng remarks: The "'"H-i>■ ' m .112 lunatic paiiruts as s now generally admitted. Is most rely guaranteed when they are com mitted to tiie ••are of strangers. Experience lias abundantly proved .hat the influence of a relative. liovv •ver Well-intentioned. Is not only salti ai.y, but is even prejudicial. There Is t tendency on Hie part of relatives to .ii- either Mm kind or 100 severe. Moreover, we must take into account lie reliance which nio-t Invalids pla.e hi those Willi whom they are familiar. I'lils reliance constantly oppose* by its iicro inertia that awakening of the •illative power of will which It Is the ib.iect of uil mental treatment to eit .'ourage. *1 lie fr iifillali Soldier 1 * M«*imihoi |itnt»l*. What our soldier* will look like in the future is a t|tlc*tloll which few care to 'o*'lelnplate. The pipeclayed belt is Olid to be doolllfd. the sciirht tllllic ■amiot survive, the helmet I* togo the way of the tunic ami the belt, the t alike most ab»urd of all a soldier's iiauy eii< uiubranee* Is no longer to ucoiiiniode him. ami, finally, the great •oat rolled arolllid his clicvt to prevent ui* breathing properly J* likeuUc r> (aided as ih in - a way w.th The Scot* unit THE GREAT DESTROYER. 1 I' SOME STARTLINC FACTS ABOUT | • THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. | Ike Gmi and tl>e Man—When Mrs. Hayes Was Mistress of the White House Wine Was nanlslied—Force of Her Kx ample—A Hint to Girl*. They talk of the man behind the gun, And the deadly work that he has done; But much more deadly work, by far, Is done by the fellow behind the bar. They talk of the man behind the gun Yet only in battle his work is done; But never ccaseu, in peace or war, The work of the man behind the bar. Temperance Work For Girls. J. G. Holland wrote in Mrs. Hayes's al bum these words, "Women only can make wine-drinking unfashionable, and heal the nation of this curse." What did Dr. Honand mean by "women only?" Is it true that only women can make wine-drinking unfashionable and heal the nation of this curse? You and I need to know this first; because if only we women can do this thing, why it is an aw ful responsibility upon us, each one of us. And if some one else can do it, we like all others would like to give that somebody else the job. Mrs. Hayes became mis tress of the White House, and it was for her to say what the social atmosphere should be which surrounded her guests, and how they should be entertained at her house. Well, she did an unheard of thing. She banished wine from all her en tertainments, with just one exception. Secretary Evarts made a fuss. He was mortified. He could not endure to have Lord and Lady English, Count and Coun- • tess French, Baron and Haroness German come to the White House dinners and have nothing fit for them to drink—not a drop of poison. It was too utterly queer! So. Mrs. Haves made one exception in fa vor of those great foreign highnesses, and only for once. Her conscience—high souled woman that she was—smote her for that one little cowardly compromise with wrong. She could better endure to have Secretary Evarts and the Smiths ashamed of her than to be ashamed of herself. So she quietly and forever after prohibited wine from her table, and cheerfully en dured the lifted eyebrows and shrugged shoulders of the diplomats, British, French, Russian, all, and the little short-lived hiss of "fashionable" society until that niss turned to a cheer, and fashionable society turned round, like the spaniel it is. and trotted on behind its mistress. It be came unfashionable to serve wine and fo offer wine in fashionable society while Mrs. Hayes was in the White House. What Mrs. Hayes did in the White House every woman can do in her own home if she will. If the girls who read these words will each of them, altogether, use their influence on the side of temper ance they can make temperance fashion able where they are. Will you do it? General Grant did a manly thing in re fusing to drink wine everywhere and in all society. It is oply a strong man who can keep his wine glass upside down—in this ease right side up, too —while all the grand people around him are sipping champagne and toastinj each other in sparkling drinks. [ Xo one can iell how "far this little candle i sheds its light." But no man can do for a , fashion in society what a woman can. It | is women only, as Dr. Holland said. 1 wish some strong, bright angel stood before you just now while you read, gir's, to flash before you, as no words of mine | can. the power you possess to help or to j hinder f<(c cause of temperance; to make you feel your responsibility, because you i are girls, in this matter: to shudder at its : weight, anil to never cease frying to ful ; fil it! Doubtless you have heard a great ; deal about the value of your smiles, but do you know the value of your frowns? i I wish 1 could make you feel the value of your frowns and the importance of know ing just what to frown upon. What a ! man must do by a blow, a woman can do ; by a frown. When the time comes that | the young man who now shares his time i in your soc.ety and the saloon, who jokes ! about temperance in your presence and takes a glass socially now and then, is made to feel that these things cannot be if you are to be his companion at party, ride or church; that good society cannot tolerate these things in its members; in short, that this kind of a man is unfash ionable and unpopular, then alcohol will tremble oi its throne, and the liquor traffic will hide its cancerous face.—Rose Elizabeth Cleveland, in Presbyterian Ban ner. Drink Make* Lunatics. There are now 21,393 lunatics anil imbe ciles in London, or chargeable to the Lon don unions. The sexes are in the proportion of four women to three men. the actual numbers being 12,082 females, 9311 males. Drink, as usual, was the prime cause of insanity. The medical experts are uniform on this point. "There has been a high percentage of in sanity from alcohol." says Dr. Jones, "and more than double the number of women than men have been admitted suffering from uania a potu. Drink was positively ascertained to be the cause of fifteen per cent, of the total admissions, probably it is much higher. Alcoholic cases, uncom plicated with polyneuritis or other marked structural organic changes, tend to get well, possibly owing to the volatile nature of the poison, and the fact that (exclud ing exceptional cases) alcohol is entirely withdrawn from them during treatment. "Women relapse from alcohol and are r 'admitted with far greater frequency than men. Their weakened inh'bition appears to be unable to withstand the slightest temptation in spite of clenr, earnest and apparently sincere protestations to the sub committee upon their discharge. Noth ing seems to be a sufficiently strong mo tive ID resist giving wav, and the proper ami best treatment is that of long dcten 11< n in inebriate homes, which naturally cannot apply to asylums where patients are discharged when mentally tit." Awful Hlghta In English Saloons. The most terrible feature of the saloon in Great Britain is that there seem t.> be alnii t as many women as men. Itehind the counter are the barmaids dealing out the drinks as rapidly as the men. and of ten the bartender* are boys of fourteen or fifteen years. Lined up in front, elbow to elbow with the men, are women of all ai'es and conditions, tossing down their g'as> of whisky, gin oi beer. Many hand over bottles and pitchers to be filled. Some are old and tottering and already half drunk. Young mothers lead in their chil dren and give them a portion ot their emu glass Mothers sit at the little tables with a baby at the breast, drinking a t mi) Id ol urn or whiskv. It is just as common i >r u you :g fellow and his sweetheart to stand up at the bar ill a saloon and take thrir beer or whisky as it is m the I'nited States for them togo into a soda foun tain, which IS unknown 111 Kuglaitd The t'riisail* tu Itrlsf. The saloon is the devil's hank Whi k) II a deadly thing to the lu i.in., and Ihi'V are perishing ill Alaska veiy ra| idly. Li IMW mere were 17T.0U0 drink shops HI llelg-uiu, or one lor evtiy thirty rive m bsb.t int.'. •Itid.is >old his Mutd tor silver, the St,.ie soils the well living of thousands ot its ■ :i. 'Us for a paltry license tee ih>a<|liill .Miller the poet, who has »| M nt some til.is HI Alaska, sacs To Use tilol' II mis HI Mask* is tatal So one Rin C.s* sWiiiuliiu s without set cons results "
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