DOLLIE'S PARACHUTE. V V V XJ By HARRY LONO. "P-a-r par-a-c-h-n-t-e, Uncle Harry what's that? A parachute?" -A big word for a little girl's tongue, Douie. Come, let me ace If It has twisted It crooked?" My six-year-old niece gravely put forth her tongue, and 1 as gravely pronounced It sound and straight. "But I want to know. Uncle Harry," she persisted. 80 I took her on my lap, and ex plained, as well as T could, the niys. terles of the parachute; and the beau tiful brown eyes grew bright with wonder at the new Ideas thus pre sented to her Inquiring mind. My story finished. Miss Dollle sat awhile on my knee In deep thought; and then she got down and trotted off with a preoccupied, business-like air. I loved a good cigar In those days I do now for the matter of that nnd sitting smoking on the portico, with the sweet summer breezes danc ing around me, and the woodland Kongstors filling the air with music, I forgot Dollle though I had prom ised to keep an eye on her until sud denly startled by a series of screams and outcries proceeding from the gar den, a sure indication that she had got Into some sort of trouble, as us ually happened on an average twice a day, at leaat. I threw away my aeloved cigar, and rushed out to the scene of the turmoil, my sister closely following; but neither of us were prepared for the sight that met our view. There was a tall grape-arbor in the garden, composed of several up light posts connected by long slats, railed longitudinally, and projecting n foot or more beyond the uprights tit either end. There wero fifteen of these slats, a foot apart, and on the end of one of the uppermost ones hung Miss Dollle. She was suspended somewhat In the manner of a pocketknlfe with the blado partly open and the point turned downward; nnd as she swung to and fro, filling the air with lamentations, her poor little nose re ceived many a blow from the frauctlc plunges of her knees and feet. "Keep still, Dollle!" I cried out, my voice full of laughter. And then I clambered rapidly up the arbor, and plucked the terrified child from her Impromptu, elevated swing, lauding her safely on the ground. "Dollle," said her mother, severely, "haven't I forbidden " "It's all Uncle Harry's fault, so it is!" sobbed Dollle, in doleful accents. "Ho said a person could Jump off a high place, and come down easy, If they had a parachute, so I thought I'd try, and I got his " "Mine!" I cried out; "I have none, you little goose! " "You has, Uncle Harry; you take It lut- to keep the sun off when you go to draw pictures and to paint." "Oh," said 1, "I see; you mean my tirtist's umbrella! That Is not a para chute." "It's not an umbrella!" cried Dol lle, Indignantly, "it's big, and strong, and heavy, and you put It In a pipe and stick It in the ground. I got It, and first I got ou the fence and Jumped down, and I bumped so hard It most took the breff out of me. Then 1 'membered Uncle Harry said the air must get under it; and so I (limped up the arbor nud Jumped off, and I didn't go at all. Just look at my skirt, mamma it's all Uucle Hurry's fault Just look!" Mamma did look, so did the nuich nbused uucle, and both fell into fresh convulsions of laughter. It was the fashion in those days for the little fenilnlnes, as well as the big oneB, to wear stiff, rattan hoop skirts. Dollle had been very proud of hers the first of its kind to her and now, alas, having served as a hook to suspend its owner in mid air, It presented a woe-begone ap pearance rattans twisted and broken, and trailing behind In a de cided peak. Altogether It was too much for my gravity, and I lay down on the grass to laugh at my ease, while my sister carried off much-offended Dollie to n store order to her dilapidated cloth lug. It was some time before I recov ered sufficiently to go to the rescue of my fhiproniptu parachute, which, meanwhile, was reposing quietly in n blackberry bush. The next day was like many of its predecessors worm and beautiful almost too beautiful, in fact, for we er getting tired of the hot sun and childless Bky, and felt that we could '"artlly Join In the cry of the droop lug plants for clouds and rain. We had had three weeks of op P'ctaively hot, dry weather, but to day was considerably cooler; there was a brisk breeze, and a few tloating, fleecy clouds gave some hope that a change of weather was at last ap proaching. "Lou," said I, to my sister, ns we Hood on the porch together after breakfast, "It really looks a If It might rain some time, and perhaps I had better not postpone my sketch uy longer. I'll go now, aud while I audio Fleet, and get my portfolio and Dollle's parachute ready, do you Put me up some lunch, like the dear, good sister you are. I shall not be back berore night." And thus it happened that an hour huer found me riding over the broad P'alrle that lay on one side of the oeuutlful lake near which my sister e!t. There was a little town there, the beginning of one f those wonderful I Western transformation scenes where the wlldei-nats becomes b city by the stroke of 4 wand. The lake was a beautiful tblug to . - iib buuiub were 001a unu "Upt, In Home nlaces rm-Lv nnri re like a precipice than the bauks Peaceful sheet of water; on the Of idi opposite the town, from uin, 1 Mm I desired, to make my sketch, "auk, douse growth of forest ex "Udi ii to tne rery Terg4) 0f tne iHe sg""'" a sharp contrast to the Liwimi -wooded, flat prairie that stretched far away behind It, and on every side, leaving the lake, and the narrow belt of forest encircling it, like an oasis In the desert. It was a long ride around to the point I had In view, but finally I ar rived there, and with a sigh of satis faction I tied Fleet to a tree, and settled myself to the pleasant task of transferring to paper, as best I might, some faint likeness of the beautiful scenery. I was an artist, not only by nature but by profession, and I had come from my far-away home not only to visit my sister and her husband, but to carry back with me materials for an ambitious landscape painting that was to appear on the walls of the Academy of Fine Arts. In a fit of laziness, Induced by the oppressive heat, I had put off my work until now, and found myself nearlng the end of my visit without having taken one Btep toward the chief object of my Journey. Now, therefore, finding myself at last on the spot I had selected for my grand sketch, I fell to work In all eagerness, absorbed utterly, as was my wont, so that I soon became obllvlouB of everything, save my task. I forgot poor, patient Fleet, wait ing for hlB dinner; I forgot my own lunch; I forgot that the hours were creeping on until at last I returned to earth sufficiently to rail at the heavy fog, which had latterly been settling down over the lake, obscur ing my view. Next I became nllve to the fact that Fleet, my favorite horse and my pet, was snorting loudly and pawing the ground In a way that plainly Indi cated something amiss with him. "Well, it Is time to start for home," thought I, as I rose and stretched my cramped limbs. "The fog Is shutting out the view. Phew! some one is burning brushwood hereabouts; my nose sniffs it, my eyes water at It." I turned my eyes away from the lake, and good heavens! fog, brush wood neither of these harmless things was It that had gradually darkened the atmosphere, and was causing my eyes and nose to sting and smart. No wonder that poor Fleet snorted and pawed the ground, wild with Impatience and fear. The forest was on flro on fire in the most alarming sense of the word! It was not a slow, languishing fire, creeping along the ground at a mod erate rate, but a fierce, roaring army of fiery demons, leaping and dancing, port, so that I had not that overpow ering horror of death that otherwise must have oppressed me. There was one little Bpot as y?t untouched by the flames, though they were Momentarily closing In upon It; and thither I fled, riding to Its utter most limits ere I dismounted. Then I looked about me once more, In a lost dying effort of hope; It was so hard to resign myself to meet so horrible a death. Behind me, to the right, to the left, that terrible wall of fire; In front, the lake, calm, beau tiful, clear as a mirror, glittering In the sunlight; two hundred feet below me; and then, looking downward, close at my feet, I saw that I stood on a projecting point of the cliff, over hanging a tangled mass of under brush, at least one hundred feet be low me. The fire would be checked on this rocky shelf I saw that at a glance; but, alas, there was plenty of fuel to feed It up to the very outermost edge, and Its mad career would be stopped too late to save me; for there was no spot of refuge to which I could flee until Its fury should have passed. Already I felt Its scorching breath on my cheeks as I stoodVwaltlng, with my hnnd resting on my poor, trem bling horse; and suddenly, as ho whinnied plteously, the thought came to me that he, at least, need not suffer so painful a death as stared his mas ter In the face. I always carried a pistol, nnd now I drew It out, and nerving my shak ing hand, drew It to his beautiful, quivering ear, but lowered It again as, for the first time, I uotlced that my clumsy artist's umbrella still swung from Its accustomed place from a ring in the saddle. It had so hap pened that the spot in which I had been sketching, when hemmed In by my fiery foe, was so cool and shady that the umbrella was not needed; so I did not remove It from the saddle. When I drew the trigger, Fleet would fall. It might be, upon It; he might not live a moment or two, yet even for that short time I did not choose that the strong, heavy steel ribs should have the chance of adding to his pain. I detached It from the saddle; and even as I did so the sudden memory of little Dolly's experiment that morning ah, how far away It seemed! forced a smile to my dry lips, and then followed a thought, swift and startling as a lightning flash. A parachute, Dollle called It; and why not use It Is such now, In my dire extremity? It was very strong nnd stout, and I had some twine In my pocket, with which to secure the ends of the ribs to the handle, so that It could not turn wrong side out. With the resistance It would offer to my descent, I felt sure that it was TT . . . . . . tm we ran moose nannraaea eltha fnr .. other we can t tell where that will He. We con only choose whether we will indulge ourselves in the present moment, or whether we will renounce that for the sake of obeying the di vine voice within us for the sake of being true to all the motives that sanctify our lives. I know this belief is hard; It Tiff ., .Pw'ay rom me again and a&aln; but 1 ''a felt that if I let It go forever, I should have no light through the darkness of this life. George Eliot. and rushing onward with almoBt lightning speed. I shall never forget the feeling of utter horror aud despair that over whelmed me, as the imminent dauger of my posltlou was thus suddenly re vealed to me. I actually believe the hairs ou my head rose up and stood on end; certainly they felt as If they did, In the first shock of surprise. But that was over in a moment, nnd, collecting my scattered senses, I took In the whole situation at oue rapid glance. In front of me a bold, precipitous bank, totally Impassable on account of the dense undergrowth, even If It had not been so steep; the glistening waters of ho lake far below; to the right, to the left, behind me, one un broken semi-circle of Dime fierce, crackling, roaring leaping over the dry, parched underbrush, with a speed that even my fleet-footed Arabian could not hope to equal. And If he could, what would it mat ter, Blnce the fierce flames imprisoned me ou ttree sides, aud n precipice on tho fourth? With a sinking heart I strained my eyes to discover some loophole of es cape, some break in the advancing wall of Brf and an ejaculation of thanksgiving burst from my parched Hps, as, far away ou the left, I saw a little, dark Bpot in the line of flame, and remembered that Just there a beautiful spring bubbled up In the middle of the forest, making a pool small and shallow, yet all-sufficient to preserve my life, could I reach It be fore the army of fiery demons should flank It, and stretch an Impassable barrier between me and this, my one hope of safety. In one second I was on my horse's back, and fleeing at a breakneck pace toward that blessed spot of refuge an oasis, verily, In that desert of fire. It was fully half a mile distant, aud though my ileet-footed animal, seem ingly imbued with a full knowledge of all that depended on his speed, flew over tho ground as even he had never done before, I soon saw that the race was a desperate one, well-nigh hope less. The hungry outcry and roar of the flames, as they leaped and danced, and waltzed among the dry brush and trees yet ever dashed forward on their irresistible course mad dened my poor horse with fear, and drowned my voice as I strove to soothe him. On and on he rushed, his eyes al most starting from their socketB, foam flying from his mouth and flecking Ins sides with great white patches; seldom has a horse Bpurned the earth aa did my poor, frightened Fleet, during that awful race with the demous of fire! But It was all In rain! Before he could reach that one little rift in the great, red wall, It was closed up; and then the unbroken line of fire seemed to dash onward with even greater speed than before. There was only one thing loft for mo to il l i" gain a few moments' respite, In which to make my peace, as best I might, with my God; and I thanked Him then that His hand uad always been my gui?r m4 tup- quite possible to land In the midst of the- brushwood a hundred feetr be low with no more serious hurt than bruises and scratches, or perhaps a broken limb: and surely these were light evils In comparison to being burned to death. With eager fingers, I knotted the twine to the steel ribs, and secured the former to the base of the handle. The flames were almost upon me by this time; so, with one long-drawn breath, I raised my pistol once more, and with one quick, nervous Jerk, sent a bullet Into the brain of my petted steed. Then, as he gave one wild shriek, and fell lifeless at my feet, I seized the umbrella Dollle's parachute and leaped off the rock. At the outset I fell so rapidly that I almost lost my breath, but In a second I could feel that my descent was checked, and then began a sway ing. Jerking motion, that made my head spin. Doubtless there was not more than one or two moments' interval between my leap from the ledge and my land ing 1 midst the branches of a small tree, but It seemed as many hours. When I clambered down to the ground, scarcely believing yet in my wonderful escape, I found myself with sound limbs. My hands and face were scratched and bleeding, my clothes torn to rags; but what cared I? The fiery fiends were leaping in disappointed anger far above me, and now I could listen to their roar with out a tremor, save of grief at the loss of my favorite steed. Keeping along the shore of the lake, I reached my sister's bouse Just as serious alarm was beginning to be felt at my prolonged absence, and a party about to set forth in search of me. "Dollle," said I, that nigh, aa I took up the dear little niece I had so nearly parted from forever "Dollle, you were right, after all. 'Uncle Harry's big umbrella Is a parachute,' aud If you had not told him so he would never have known It, and so he would have been devoured by the hungry flames. We will mako a beau tiful glass case, and put the parachute away In it, and label it 'Dollie'B Para chute.' " Saturday Night. Too Good For This World. Albert was a solemn-eyed, spiritual-looking child. "Nurse," he said one day, leaving his blocks aud laying his hand gently on her knee. "Nurse, is this God'a ! day? "No. dear," said the nurse, "this Is not Bunday. It la Thursday." "I'm so sorry." ho said, sadly, and went back to his blocks. The next day, and the next, in hla serious manner, he asked the same question, aud the nurse tearfully said to the cook, "That child is too good tor this world." Ou Suuday the question was re peated and the nurse, with a sob la her voice, sale: "Yes, Lamble; this la Ood's day," "Then where u the funny paper?" he dejuaudutL' Buccsia, A Quiet Home. "I always make it a rule to shut myself away In my own room for one hour every afternoon," writes a "Mother of Ten." "If I didn't, I real ly don't know how I should get on sometimes. I look on that quiet hour in the afternoon as an excellent In vestment, for I come down after it rested, and consequently less worried, which Is good for everybody in tho house husband, children and maids. If by any chance I miss It, I And that everything goes wrong during the rest of the day, and I'm dreadfully Irritable and snappish." Home Chat. Health, the Secret. The secret of beauty may be ex pressed In very few words health, ease, grace of movement and a proper mental attitude. The Circle says of the latter that beauty Is permanently possible only when the mind Is right. It may be possible for a cross, worry ing and Inconsiderate young woman to be beautiful, but she will not, cannot possibly, keep her beauty more than a few years. Gradually the fig ure will stiffen, the face become tensed and wrinkled and the voice ungentle and unpleaslng. On the other hand, a number of plain women have be come beautiful through habitual calmness, hopefulness and loving kindness. Simplified Marriage. We marry for love, and frequently stay married a long time without It, writes Vllhjalmer Stefansson, In Harper's Magazine, while with the Eskimo the "marriage of conven ience," as it Is In the beginning, Is never long endured unless love de velops. Whenever either husband or wife prefers separation, divorce takes place. There is a peculiar economic .'actor which accounts for this free dom. An Eskimo wife can leave a husband without a single thought of "How shall I support myself and my child?" for as long as there are food and clothing iu the community they will be cared for. Nor does the wom an suffer In social standing. As a matter of fact, however, If a couple are congenial enough to remain mar- her own name on the outside, as well as that of the addressee. New York Telegram. Slavery of Dress. The redoubtable Professor Thomas of Chicago University, proceeds with his dissection of lovely woman In th American Magazine, his partlculai topic this time being female apparel. The subject Is not a new one. F01 ages It has afforded abundant oppor tunity to philosophers and moralist for heaping abuse upon the heads ol woraenklnd. But Professor Thoma has something new to say about it. From his point of view, the moralist were all on the wrong tack. The ob ject of their abuse Is a mere helpless victim, "only a pawn In the industri al game played by man." "Her Individual possessor uses her," says Professor Thomas, "as a symbol of his wealth, and the cap tains of Industry make her the oc casion of a market for the costly and changeable objects which fashionable habits force her to accept. New fash Ions are not always beautiful; they are even often ugly, and women know It, but they embrace changes as fre quent and as radical as the ingenu ity of the mode makers can devise Women do not wear what they want, but what the manufacturers and trades people want them to want. The people who supply them also control them." The reason for the extreme differ entiation In tho dress of the sexes is not due to the nature of either, ac cording to Professor Thomas. Man Is naturally Inclined to personal dis play, he says, but he has come tc have more effective means of getting results, and so he has given up or nament. Money is now his "main charm." Woman, on the contrary, has to depend on her charm for ev erything. She Is "not naturally spec tacular," but "when man had ac quired a specialized skill which gave him a mastery of the world and her person as well" she "began to special ize the display which he was aban donlug. Restricted In movement, with no specialized skill, with not even life to educate her in .he broad sense in which men encounter it, and 5 Nut Wafers. Butter the inside of a granite saucepan, then put into it a cupful of light brown sugar, a cupful of granulated sugar and two thirds of a cupful of sweet cream. Cook until the mixture forms a soft ball when tested In cold water, add a cupful of chopped nut meats of any kind, flavor with vanilla and stir until a creamy consistency and com mencing to harden. Reheat over hot water until melted, stirring constantly, then drop in small pats on buttered paper. ried a year, divorce becomes improb able, and is much rarer in middle life than it is with us. Homes of Their Own. The home is the kerne! of life. There is no danger that daughters will despise marriage and a home. They will take to it only too readily when the magic hour strikes, but parents may well deliberate before they wantonly strengthen a girl's In nate tendency to seek n home of her own. For there is a sweet dignity of maidenhood and womanhood which is sacrificed in an inordinate quest for a husband and home. With sons It is different. Many men need to hove the home princi ple fostered and built up. They muBt be made not only good hearted, but must have their nomadic instincts carefully repressed and taught to cen tre around the sacred idea of. home. Then, when once the notion of home and its paramount Importance is fixed in his miud, a young mau is perfectly free to go forth and find a maiden to share It. Woman's Life. Women in Prominent Post. The progress of woman is shown in reports of Individual success In various parts of the country. Mrs. A. B. Enright has been appointed county supervisor of schools in East Concord, Vt., taking the position in competition with several men. In addition to the exacting duties of her school work, Mrs. Enright shoulders all the responsibilities that fall to her lot as the wife of the pastor of one of the largest Methodist parishes In Vermont. Another successful wo man is Mrs. Alice B. Clarke, of Gar field County, California, who has been indorsed on a non-partisan ba sis by the normal Institute for the office of State superintendent of pub lic instruction. It Is believed that Mrs. Clarke will be named without serious opposition. She Is serving her second term as superintendent of schools for Garfield County and her good work In this post led to her in dorsement for the higher office. New York Press. limited in her Interests by the pro prietary tastes of man, her occupa tion is to charm." And in this oc cupation she has become so absorbed as even to forget its original purpose Sho "almost loses sight of man af ter marriage, at least In her inter est In outstripping other women. Men would prefer her more simply dressed but this is her game Indeed, it il almost her business." And here it retribution, for "man pays the bills.' Underlying the charm of woman' dress Professor Thomas finds twe main principles, namely, its emphasis of her set and the helplessness tc which it reduces her. For instinc tive reasons which we do not control and do not completely understand, "signs of sex." he Bays, "have a very powerful emotional effect." Hence the emphasis of woman's "most strik ing anatomical peculiarity, a waist which measures small in comparison with the bust and hips." "The help lessness Involved in lacing, high heels, undivided skirts and other Impedi menta of women has a charm in the eyes of man because It appeals to his protective and masterful instincts "It is his opportunity since the dis appearance of large game aud in the piping times of peace." She Sees the Reason, Notices and warnings on placards do lint tiepfn tn Innlra tha InmraBtlnn ' upon the public that oue Individual experience will. Every womau knows that In all postofflces are cards beg glug persons to put their names and addresses on all valuable letters, that they may be returned In case they cannot ha. delivered. One woman, at least, bas seen aud disregarded them for years, but in the future she will do differently. Last month she had occasion to send away $10 and put one bill of that denomination in an envelope, which she neither regis tered nor wrote on t.ie back for re turn. The letter was never delivered, and the woman was obliged to tend another bill, this time registered. One day this week her first letter came back to her after six wuekt of wandering. She found that she had used one of her husband's business envelopes, on which was stamped hit name and ad dress, and been use the had misdirect ed it In the first place it had come back to the nam prluted at the top. Thus she Is In ilO. and when the sen It monsy again by mall thtre it no doubt tbrt the letter will hart Roses for hats are immense in size New coats are very elaborately braided. Modish grays range from deepest smoke to palest pearl. The Psyche knot Is the favorlts coiffure ot the moment. The fringed scarf Is as foshionabli for the hat as for the gown. Pompadour ribbons are much In demand for evening sashes. One of the new ideas In evenlnj wraps is the long ulster of pale cloth a cozy garment If not a graceful one. An evening gown of gold bullion cloth It shot here and there with dashes of pink. Tulle tofteus th arms and neck. The "two-faced" veil for motorlni is a real autumn novelty. It 1b mad of two large motor veils of chiffon of contrasting color, stitched togeth er at the tide hem. In differeut lights It takes variegated hues. Gray, black and blue broadcloth wraps are lined throughout with gray or black satin, and many of the new models are made by the high Direo toire belt to dltplay a cortet effect, securing cleverly the tllgbt hlplett lines to much in vogue. Wedding gownt are changed to that Instead of the heavy velvet train hanging from the ahouldert the veil will fulfill lta old mission and be veil and train in one. Thus, when the veil it ditcarded the gown it one that may be worn for dinners and dancei. Wtiie the Directorte ttyle holds al most unrivalled tway, the theath gown la absolutely taboo, and even the tklrtt with tali tlathet, under laid with contrasting material, or frowned upon, though they promised to be a favorite modtl earlier Ik tha season. EDITOR'S EYES OPENED. 9nrpHad to Discover Student of HI Educational Department!. A knock it the door. The magazine editor stopped ehov. lng rejection Alps Into the telf-ad-drested ttamped envelopes, tsok the ttogle from his mouth, spit Into the waste-basket, and yelled, "Come In!" The door opened with determina tion, and an Individual walked In who looked as If he were a prosper ous business man. At this sight the editor arose, politely placed a chair for hit distinguished-looking visitor, and assumed the genial air which he used with advertisers lu his maga zine. "What can I do for you, sir?" he asked. "I have called." began the prosperous-looking gentleman, "I have called to see you In regard to a small mat ter which I believe will result to our mutual advantage. I am not en croaching upon your time?" "Certainly not!" responded the editor. "You have a nice little magazine, and from the advertising pages- " "Yet, our circulation, in round numbers, Is 294,587,634,657," Inter rupted the editor. "As I was saying, from the adver tising pages to the front cover, it la as good a literary article as Is on the news-stands to-day." "Thank you, sir," said the editor, in an axle-grease voice. "From the appearance of your periodical, I should Jung-? that you are very liberal In your attitude to ward your subscribers ami your con tributors." "Yes, sir," said the editor. But there was a slight hitch in his voice. "Now here I have a very clever little thing called 'The Beauties of 8pring.' " He took a roll of manu script from an inside pocket. The magazine editor was so badly shocked that he knocked off the pot of paste and upset tho waste-basket. "You're not a poet?" he gasped, Incredulously. "Yes," answered the prosperous looking Individual simply "But your clothes!" shrieked the editor. "They are In style, they fit; your collar and shirt are the latest design; your tie Is not one of those flowing Lord Byron bows!" "I know It," replied the poet quiet ly. "You see, I've been reading youi department called, 'The Correctly Dressed Man.' It was there that I learned." The editor was mystified. "But the quality! You are dressed in the very best that takes money!" "I know," said the poet. "I've made money; I've been reading your page on 'Safe Investments.' " "But your air of confidence, youi poise, your way of introducing your self and your business! You don't ct Ilk e a poet." "Time was when I was bashful, end I used to sneak Into an editorial office as if I had stolen something,' responded the poet quietly; "but your column on the 'Development of the Personality' helped me." Well, don't that beat Ed Bock!' said the astonished ealtor, reaching foi his check-book, and taking his fountain-pen off his ear. "Here, I'll take your stuff. I never had anj Icea any one ever read those depart ments." Donald A. Kahn, In Judge PASSING OF PRAIRIE CHICKENS. Wise nird That Knows Too Mnch To Make Nest in Harvest Fields. If a Jury of students of nature from the Kansas prairies is ever gathered together am the question put tc them: "What is causing the disap pearance of the pralr.e chicken?' they would not all answer, "Hunt ers." Very probably there would he t hung Jury, and the unexpected ver diet of that part of the Jury refus ing to lay the blame on the gunner would be: "The passing of wild prairie hay." A prairie chicken Is a pretty wise bird. She will not laj eggs In tame hay. Somehow she knows that a mean looking machine with big cutting blades will soon come along and sweep the field of It nmntle of green glory and etpose het nest to the eleineuts, robbers and other devastators She shuns the tame grass but seeks the prairie hay. If a prairie hen, Bay men who claim to know, cannot find wild hav fields In which to build her nest she will go "dry " But the pheasant Is not so wise This bird Is being "planted" in Kan sas by the State game warden. It it an Imported bird and does not yet know the "Kansas language." Strange to say, it Is alfalfa that proves the pheasant's chief enemy. She will build her nest In the alfalfa field and then later shriek like blazes be cause the mower has swept her nlc shady home away. The frequent cut ting of alfalfa does not eveu give the pheasant mother a chance to fix up one good "setting" and get them good and warm. Kansas City Journal. Quirk of Comprehension. A celebrated Scottish Itwyer had to address the Caledonian equivalent of our Supreme Court. His "plead ing" occupied an entire day. After seven hours of almost continuous ora tory he went home to supper and was asked to couduct family worship. A he waa exhausted his devotions were brief. "I am ashamed of ye," said the old mother. "To think ye could talk for seven hoort up at the court and dis miss your Maker in seven mlnutet." "Ay, verra true," wot the reply, "but ye maun mind that the Lord isna sae dull iu the uptak as the .'ucfte-bodlei." Philadelphia Public l-etf.asr. Inartistic Pottery. We wonder that tome of our t& terprltiug flrmt with the great re sources at their command do not pro duce cheap artistic pottery,, tor U would poatlbly create itt own mar ket after a time. One cardinal (alth aatoni mott thopkeepen appeart to he that art with a big A mutt be paid extra for. Until we get rid ot thlt follth belief we thall not make much 1 progress iu popularizing art. British iKhuetU M& HOUSE HOME To Preserve Mucilage. The mucilage or household glue bottle It apt to get hard and oftea wasted at the latt, because It clinga to the mouth and tldet of the bottle. When the cork It Ortt removed, cnt a piece ot old cotton or linen, a little larger than the top, circular in shape, the tame at for a Jelly tumbler. Smear this with lard on both tides, place It on the bottle and prets In your cork. You will have no trouble and can uso your contents to the latt drop. Al ways replace the cloth after using.. Boston Post. Cheap Shade For Your Piazza. Take two widths of floor matting, either old or new, about eight feet long and sew it together; this will make about tlx feet wide. Overcoat the two ende-ahd nail each end to a narrow strip of Wood. Paint It a pretty shade of olive green on both sides, and hang It from the top of the porch by an end strip, using large crew eyes and ordinary rope or very strong twine for pulleys. The strip of wood on the end makes It roll nicely. The two pieces of matting need not match; after painting they look alike. This Is much cheaper than Japanese porch shades for a country house and looks fine on any home. Boston Post. Apron Pocket. A torn apron and frequent acci dents due to an outside apron pocket led me to Insert a deep poclret ot white cotton on the right hand tide under my apron. It Is deep enough to contain hand kerchiefs for the younger children, a dally account order and "work to be done" book. Outside of the use ot the pocket this book alone Is a treas ure, my accounts are kept straight, my needs for the table never wanting, and the best of all my husband knows Just what is needed most to be dene about the house, as It Is our own. There Is also room for thimble and dull pair of scissors; a button or hook sewed on Immediately saves many stitches. Boston Post. Different Ways of Coloring Icings. White Icing Is white of egg beaten stiff and mixed with powdered sugar; add a tablespoon of lemon Juice; It will be purer white. For yellow icing take a few drops of diluted saffron and add to the white frosting. Choc olate Is the best for black. Cinna mon frosting is made by adding a tea spoon of cinnamon to white of one egg; this Is very pretty frosting. Pink is colored by a few drops of berry or currant Juice. Green frosting is made by addlrr spinach curd to the white frosting. To curdle spinach, bruise a few leaves thoroughly, then squeeze the Juice into a saucepan and boll till It curdles, then add a few drops of water, strain through a napkin, and with that which remains In the nap kin color the frosting. Blue is col ored with violets; take a handful of violets, soak them over night In a lit tle water, then stir thoroughly and strain. Boston Post. To Temper and Retemper Flat irons'. The average housekeeper Is often much annoyed by the tendency hei flatirons have to cool too rapidly. This Is a thing most easily avoided. The new flatrspn should first of all have the teiupe set. Allow It to heat for several hours on a moderately hot stove without removing, let It cool gradually till It Is perfectly cold be fore using it. Aftar this it should only be allowed to heat when wanted for use. The habit of leaving the flatirons on the fire at all times in case you should need them will In time ruin any iron. Allowing the metal to thoroughly soak In the fire will draw the temper of the best steel forged. To retemper an Iron which will no longer hold heat, heat it at hot as you can, to long as it Isn't glowing, and then drop it In a tub ot moderately warm water. When cold It should be treated as a new Iron, that is, to reheat it slowly and then let It gradually cool. Boston Post. Lemonade. In making lemonade heat the lemons before squeezing and you will get almost double the quan tity of Juice. Sour Milk Pie. Add to a cup tout milk one-half cup sugar, a cup of chopped raisins and a teaspoon cin namon. Stir on ttove until hot, then add a teaspoonful cornatarch dla solved in a little water. Bake. in-two crusts. Oyster Nugget. One quart of oya tert, six common crackers rolled fine, one-quarter pound of butter, two cupa of milk, three eggs; beat the eggs, put all together in your atew pan; ttlr it about fifteen or twenty min utes over a good fire; be careful and not burn. Serve hot. ejulnre Marnutlnde. Wipe quince, remove blossom ends, cut In quarters, remove seeds, then cut In email pieces. Cut Into a preserving kettle, and add enough water to nearly cov-' er. Cook slowly until aoft. Rub through a ha'r sieve and add three fourtht Itt measure of heated tugar. Cook slowly twenty minutes, ati.rrlng occasionally to prevent burning. Hipe Tomato Pickle. Three pints tomatoes, peeled and chopped; one rup chopped celery; four tablespoons chopped red pepper; four tablespoons chopped onion; tour tablespoons taU; tlx tablespoone tugar; tlx tabletpooat .mustard seed; onejhalf teaspoon clove; oue-half teaspoon elunamon; ode teaapoop grated nutmeg; two ci ps vlnegur. Mix ingredients in or der given. Put in a ttone Jar and rover. Thlt uucooksd mixture must stand a weok before utiag, but may rj k 1 1 a iear.
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