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The rwegians le Bull, 1, “When nself dis- without nnounced e leave. to him 1and you shrugged “Then I orwegian of the , as Ole ating the ce of the smile he counten- hand im- (claimed: A prince f all his ich then ep confi- ry. t of sap St points ars that pressure eres, and aves can suction e is that sort ‘of 30d. why not we can. f skilful- fits the eand a roducer. 0 select s 1 suf- me from dy from 1ever be ood that \nything on my Wve me ich with r until I ton, and p to my rsudaded 1ad such ginning er Since. h which be just nleasant inflated ch pain adually y figure ie back, ~ house- pe-Nuts Postum 1Dy one 3 fruerest 1 Packing Toilet Articles. Round cases of perfumes, with three-sided bottles packed carefully in between leather-covered partitions, are at safe as they are attractive, and come in every imaginable size, from the smallest of all—a case for just a single hottle—to one that holds four; each of a fairly good size, says the ‘Washington Times. As to the pocket cups—the collaps- ible kind. is still used, only it has been improved so that it doesn’t col- lapse without warning in the way it used to. And small glass cups are to be had for the people who dislike drinking from a metal cup. They have cases of a light-woven straw-——strong enough, in spite of its fragiie look, to stand all sorts of knocks. A case for collars is made of leath- er, and is just a little bag drawn up by a cord. The collars—it’s for stiff ones, of course—are rolled tightly up and slipped inside. A bag of silk would answer the same purpose. Shoe hags, collar and cuff cases, slipper bags, nightgown cases—made of handkerchief linen and .valen- ciennes lace—with your initials em- broidered on—there are attractive cases to be found, made for almost every conceivable use. Women Are Poor Speakers. Most women in these days know how to eat. They have found out what “agrees” with them, and usual- ly—we are speaking of educated wom- en—have the sense and strength of mind to choose it. Most women, too, among this class take some exercise daily in the open air. Most of them sleep in well-aired bedrooms and a proper number of hours each night. But it is the exception among them to have loose and comrortable cloth- ing. As the quality and strength of the voice must depend upon the perfect freedom of the diaphragm, a tight belt or a “straight-front” corset interferes seriously with voice production. In most cases it is impossible to sustain any effort in this direction for more than a few moments, at proper pitch and volume, in clothes modeled after the fashion plates, even at a consid- erable remove from them toward Christian comfort and health. The higher singing- notes can be formed largely without the co-opera- tion of the diaphragm. The talking voice is most dependent for its sweét- ness, as well as its force, upon those powerful (when they .are permitted to be) lower muscles, which control 80 wonderfully the movements of the lungs.—Kate Upson Clark, in Leslie's ‘Weekly. Paper Clothing, Now. Wearing apparel made of paper is being manufactured in several Euro- pean countries. Inventors have been busy endeavoring to introduce paper fabrics to popular fancy. In Saxony narrow strips of paper are spun into cloth by a patented pro- cess. Paper and cotton are also spun together, so that in the finished yarn the paper envelops the cotton. These varns are used as fillers, in conjunction with cotton warp, in weaving drillings suitable for towel- ing and summer waistcoats, trousers and skirts. Heavier and warmer cloth is made by combining paper and woolen yarns. The fabric is cream colored, and may be washed repeatedly without injuring the surface. It is well adapted for tennis and lounging suits. Sufficient cloth for a jacket, waistcoat and trousers costs only $2.50, and still cheaper garments are made for labor- ers. This new product is called xylolin. Raw materials even cheaper than finished paper are being sought for the manufacture of clothing. A prom- ising product seems to be spinning mill refuse, consisting of short, smooth fibres. Remarkable powers of resistance to water have been developed by pa- per clothing. Its cheapness, too, is a factor in the markets where low prices are desirable.—New York Press. How to Rest. In the rush of things of the day one is sometimes tempted to ask if any one has time to rest, and, if they have the time, whether they have the art of doing so thoroughly. Almost all the medical prescriptions seem to con- centrate in that apparently simple word “rest,” but to rest properly is not so very simple after all. It is greatly a matter of habpit, even with highly strung temperaments, just as hurry and worry and perpetual rush are also matters ¢f¥ custom. Those who cannot rest usually have a cer- tain lack of self-control. Some people, however, positively radiate vitality, while others as quick- ly absorb it, and, unluckily one meets the former but rarely in this age of turmoil and unrest. Therefore it is positively delightful when one does | come across them. Any one-indulg: ence of the emotions must mean a waste of energy and possible harm tc the health, and it has been said that certain emotions can produce supposi- tion, though it may be proved some day. In the meantime every one ought to know the real way to rest. Minds can be trained to throw off worries, just as they can get accus- tomed to perpetual worrying over trivlalities. Some people think that the casting off of troubles is a parti- cular gift, but it is one which can be easily cultivated. It is a necessary one to acquire if you are to have peaceful days and restful nights. “Consulting Dressmaker.” The society woman who was always becomingly dressed was in a confiden- tial mood. “I have no more taste than a thousand other women,” she said to a friend who had been com- plimenting her on her perfect taste, “but I strictly follow the advice of a young woman who knows more about perfect dressing than any one I know in society, and I never buy anything new ‘Without "consulting her. It all began with her selling me dress goods of a peculiar shade or blue. She de- clared it would suit my style best, al- though I rather inclined to a conven- tional light blue. I had it made up and all my friends declared it was the most becoming thing I ever had on. “The next time I went into the store I stopped to thank her for such good advice and she asked me if I had bought one of the beautiful em- broidered girdles to go with it. It wasn’t her department, but she had seen’ the girdles and had thought how well it would go with that gown. That sent me to the girdle counter and I bought a handsome thing. : “That was the beginning. Every time I dropped into the store after that I stopped to chat with her, and she invariably made an excellent sug- gestion about some new article of dress. I always adopted the sugges- tion, and my friends always exclaimed at my purchases. Sometimes the things were very inexpensive, but they harmonized perfectly with me and my attire. The suggestions com- prised everything from shoes to a lace stock or a bit of jewelry. And at last she began to venture advice as to how my gowns should ve made and what style of hats I should wear, “Now I have made her my official adviser. I never do a bit of shopping without first talking things over with her. She keeps her eyes open for novelties or new styles. which she thinks are especially my sort, and I never appeal from her decisions, even if I have to hang to them in the very teeth of the swellest dressmaker. And as a result my friends admit that I am the best-dressed woman in our set. “Of course, I have made many pres- ents to the girl, for she is really in- valuable to me, and as her long talks with me always result in many pur- chases in the store the management do not begrudge her the time she spends on me. She herself is a trim sort of girl, of the tailor-made type, and her plain severe dress is in great contrast to the clerks around her. If she’d give up clerking and take up the occupation of consulting dressmak- er or something of that sort she’d make her fortune, but I'm selfish enough to hope she’ll remain right in that store, where I can consider her my own private adviser.—New York Press. Fashion Notes. For white ribbon belts that spoil so soon, wash ribbon proves mighty sat- isfactory. The Greek key pattern will be used a great deal in velvet ribbon, and also the lattice design. A serviceable petticoat for the strenuous girl is of mohair—gray, ‘with a gun-metal silk rutile. Velvet ribbon will be used a great deal for trimming little frocks of cashemire, serge or albatross. Quite as much to the fore as serge and with almost as wide a scope of adaptability are the mohair goods of the fall. Lingerie skirts, embroidered and lace-trimmed, and lingerie blouses combine to make interesting - “best” white dresses. All-over embroideries make the pret- tiest of the new lingerie blouses—all- over and edgings almost wide enough to call allovers. Picture hats are smaller than they have been for years, but the world millinery is getting ready for more surprises this fall. White and silk petticoats alike come in varying lengths, instead of one length (that always has to be altered) of a couple of years ago. The return of the cassimeres or all- wool henriettas has been hailed with delight by mothers, for they are an old-time favorite for children’s wear. MAP SHOWING THE SCENE OF THE + RUSS-JAPANESE WAR AND TOE TERRITORY ACQUIRED BY JAPAN, Nisor bn me 140° —From the Independent. The horizontally-shaded portion of the map shows. the vast area of Manchu- ria which Russia returns to China.- The other shaded portions show the southern half of Saghalien whieh will belong to Japan, and Korea, which passes under Japanese control. The Liaotung Peninsula with Port Arthur and Dalny ave trans- i ferred to Japan. 7 “MARIA MITCHELL'S HOME. The old house in Nantucket where Maria Mitchell was born is probably the only house on this continent which is preserved on account of being the birthplace of a woman. r The Maria Mitchell Association was formed three years ago, has purchased the house, installed an admirable cura- tor in it, and is making a collection there of objects which belonged to Miss Mitchell, of the flora and fauna of Nantucket, and of books of science. Maria Mitchell was born in 1818. The house where the family lived on Vestal street, Nantucket, was a square one, with a huge central chimney. There was a small, lean;to kitchen, and a back yard of fair size, as well as a front yard, with beds of old-fashioned flowers. Mr. Mitchell was an ethusiastic as- tronomer, and his children were early taught to count seconds for him by the chronometer, and tc consider the study of the heavens the most interesting possible. In the little back yard he had his sextant, and kere were brought to him for adjus.ment the chronome- ters of the whalinz ships of the town. At the time of the eclipse of the sun in 1831 the window was taken out of the little parlor, the telescope mounted in front of it, and with the twelve- year-old Maria counting the seconds, Mr Mitchell - observed the eclipse. Fifty-four years later she counted the seconds again, while her class of eager girls at Vassar College observed an eclipse. On the evening of October 1,. 1847, Maria slipped away from guests in the for ‘the family when service failed. In short, she was always ready to help. In 1865 she was called to Vassar College, and for iwenty years there she made a deep impression upon the developing pians for women’s educa- tion, and at the same time built up a reputation for genuine scholarship. To- day her hundreds of students make pil- grimages to the Nantucket house, and rejoice that it is to be preserved as a memorial of a nature which somewhat resembled it in its simplicity and its strength.—Youth's Companion, CLOCK WORX ENGRAVER. A useful engraving tool is represent- ed in the accompanying illustration, from the Jeweler's Circular, and con- ENGRAVING TOOL WITH SPINDLE, =m Lr parlor of the old house and ran up to the telescope on the roof. Presently she came hurrying dewn to tell her father that she thought she had dis- covered a comet. With the slow com- munication of those days it was long before she could be sure that hers had been the first eye -to see it; but so it proved. The King of Denmark, six- teen years before, had offered a gold medal to the first discoverer of a tele- scopic comet. He had died, but his son, Frederick VII., fulfilled his fath- er’s promise, and in due time the medal came over the sea to the young as- tronomer. It forms a curious link be- tween the Old World enthusiasm for science and the New World woman, who {reasured a tribute from a King in her three-by-four study on the sec- ond floor of the Nantucket house. Until 1865 she worked away with the tremendous industry which charaec- terized her at the various occupations which village life offered. She was librarian of the Athenaeum. She made constant observations of the heavens and calculations from them. She toiled for days in the effort to adjust the cross-hairs of her telescope, which had been broken. She cooked and cleaned CC Light Opera War. An insurrection on a Greek island fs light opera or burlesque. This op- rosition instead of going on the stump goes on the hills, and with little more damage to themselves or their. oppo- nents. The summer climate in the highlands is salubricus and the nights pleasant. The insurgents live on their opponents’ cattle or are fed by sympa- of the sists of a movement with a mainspring which is arranged with a revolving spindle, carrying puncturing or tracing cutters, by means of which a piece of jewelry or a ring may be marked with name, initials, or ciphers, by any oper- ator of ordinary skill. The tool has two attachments, one which operates perpendicularly, and the other which may be operated at an angle, and in- side of a ring. CLASSIC SLOT MACHINE. This penny in the slot machine was devised, 2000 years ago by Nero. The coin allowed the vase to deliver a fixed quantity of liquor.—Philadelphia AA AANA AAA AANA NAAN AAA AAAS ANA Record. AANANANAANAAN on the island, the days when each were to take the field were arranged beforehand between the Turks and the insurgents. When the Turks were out the latter kept indoors or away in the hills, and the Turks took care not to be out when the Cretans arranged a { firing party.—London faturday Re- view. The Russian now on exkibi- tion in London, » feet fix and a quarter inches in height. Their Holiday. The kit-cats had a picnic in the lovely summer weather, They took their luncheon to the woods and spent the day together. They stivied very early—with the rising of he sun, The little kit-cats shouted loud, “The pic- nic has begun!” And, oh, but they were happy and the luncheon tasted good ! And what a place for hide-and-seek they found the shady wood! They stymbleq homeward sleepily at setting e sun, Each sighing, “What a pity that the merry picnic’s done!” —7Youth’s Companion. Voices in the Garden. No picnic! Gladys could hardly be- lieve the words that she heard as she came down the stairs and found grandpa standing in the shed door and looking at the weather-vane on the barn. “Even - if it should clear,” he was saying, “the woods would be too wet for the children to have any fun.” Gladys has promised mother if she came all alone to visit on the farm that she would try to be as little trou- ble as possible, and so she bravely choked back the tears that came to her eyes. “But why didn’t it wait till tomorrow?” she asked, and to this question grandpa had no answer, but he placed a hand on her curls and patted a little comfort. “After break- fast I will tell you the reason,” he said. 398 It had cleared a little and the wind subsided so that they were able to bring their chairs to the open door of the shed, where they could look out into grandpa’s garden on one side and at grandmother’s flowers -on the oth- er. “Let's us listen to the voices of the garden,” said grandpa. “Perhaps we shall learn the reason why our picnic was postponed. Hear what those beets are saying! That big one over there says, ‘How good it is to run my feet down into this cool puddle! 1 reached down there all last week, and the bed was so hot and dry it made + me feel weak. The soft, cool water is running all about me, and I feel so fresh I think I must have grown a whole inch.’ “Over there I can hear voice—it is the sweet peas. They are all talking at once. I hear one say, ‘In another day I should have lost all the color I was making. It had all paled out, and I was beginning to think I could not give a blossom to that little girl at the big house. But this water helped me churn up the col- or, and I can see that my buds are swelling beautifully. Don’t you see that lovely purple and deep pink?’ ‘Yes,” one of the. others is saying, ‘but it is not so pretty as the white. So much water has made that as pure as snow.” ” Grandpa leaned out of the door and put his hand to his ear. “I believe the grape-vine is talking, too,” he said. “Yes, it is saying, ‘Dear me, if it had not been for this rain I should not have been able to hold on to this trellis much longer. My arms were so dry they had no strength, but see how fresh I feel now! I am going to try to reach that next railing today, and 1 shall do it, too!’ ” Gladys was listening eagerly under the full spell of grandpa’s “make be- lieve.” ‘Are the pansies saying any- thing?” she asked, earnestly. “Listen!” said grandpa. “They are saying, ‘There, I have a clean face at last! It has been so thick with dust I could not see beyond the path. My eyes feel as bright as can be. It is hard to be so dusty. I am sure you all looked like old ladies yesterday, with your caps all curled on the edges; but .today you look as young as you did when you first took off your green hoods. I don't feel over a week old.” ” “Grandpa, another I don't mind about the picnic at all. I think it was selfish to make them wait another day,” and Gladys leaned out over the door-sill and looked down lovingly at the flow- ers, as if she expected them to thank her-—Margaret J. Dublois, in the Youth’s Companion. Ethel’'s Autograph Album. Ethel run in from the porch where she had been reading her Sunday- school paper. ‘Just see this, mamma. The inside of Shakespeare’s house was all covered with names of vis- itors. It was a kind of autograph al- bum, wasn’t it? The minister who writes about it says our hearts are like that house. Isn't that funny? You read it, mamma.” So mamma read it. “Yes,” she said, “everything we see or hear or feel or speak or think is written on the walls of the heart. And you can try for yourself and see if catching the good in everything does not make you hap- “Oh, tell me how to begin,” cried Ethel. “I mean to have a beautiful autograph album, and mine will be alive. Tell me how to begin; then I'll run over toSadie’sand tell her that I have a beautiful live autograph al- bum. And she will want to see it and wish she had one, and I will tell her that she has one just like mine. How s’prised she will be to think she has such a wonderful album and d»es not know it! How shall I mam- ¥ i begiy { ma?” converted into a house for | Mamma smiled, and said, softly: “Love would be a ‘good name to write in your heart album today, I think. It will shine like a little sun, and it will shine into the heart of everyone you meet, and show you something lovable there.” , “Every one?” “Yes.” “Oh-h!” said Ethel, with a deep breath. “Will it light up something lovable in the hearts of the boys that call names and throw stones, and in the heart of Maggie Flint, who treads on my heels when I am coming home from school, and in Kate Stone's heart? She is. the proud girl, you know, and won't speak to me. Do you think there could be anything lovable to light up in her?” “Try it, and see,” said mamma. “Remember, you must think of noth- ing but the name in your own heart, and let it shine. Let all the names that you do not love go, for if you write them in your heart they will make such a smoke that the light cannot get through.” “How queer! I'm going to begin right” now.” Ethel stood still a moment. “There,” she said, “I have written it six times in bright letters like sunshine, and now I am going to Sadie’s.” On the way Ethel saw an old man ahead of her. He was bent over, and carrying a basket that appeared to be very heavy. His shoes were rusty, his clothes faded and patched, his hair and beard grizzled, and he mut- tered crossly as he shuffled along slowly with his burden. “Oh, dear!” sighed Ethel, “if there isn’t that dreadful old Mr. Peter Con- ner. He'll scowl at me, I supose, but I won’t be scared a bit this time. I'll make believe I am not scared, anyway. My! I wonder if there can be anything lovely inside of his heart. I'll shine my bright name in, anyway. It will be like a searchlight, showing up things you can’t see in the dim lights. Good-morning, Mr. Conner.” Mr. Conner stopped short and grunt- ed, but he was so surprised to hear himself spoken to pleasantly, and to see such a smiling face raised to his, that he forgot to scowl. “Couldn’t I help you with your bas- ket?” asked Ethel, “I'm real strong.” Then the old man had to smile. “I'll be jiggered if ever I saw such a gal as you miss.” He had set his basket down and with his hands on his sides he straightened up a little and looked at her curiously from under his shag- gy eyebrows. “Why, you see me every day al- most. I am Ethel Mayhew, and I live in that white house with the long row of hollyhocks next the wall.” But the old man shook his head. “Never saw you before,” he said. “Never saw anything but bad children who laugh at me, and called me names and threw stones.” Ethel's cheeks flaméd so red that the man hastened to add: ‘Not mean- ing you, of course. I never saw you.” All in a minute Ethel had a thought and the smile grew into a laugh and the dimples danced in. her cheek. “I've got a secret, a beautiful secret, Mr. Conner,” she said, “and if you will sit down here on this big stone I will tell if to.you.) Mr. Conner chuckled to himself and patted his knees with his crooked hands as he sat down on the big stone. He kept very still and looked straight into the grass, as solemn as a crow, while Ethel told her secret. “Now, Mr. Conner,” she said, when she had finished, ‘“you try it, too, won't you? Just see what you can find in those: boys and girls, and I'll see what I can find, and I'll come around next Saturday and we will tell each other what we find.” “It’s a bargain,” said Mr. Conner. Promptly on Saturday morning Ethel appeared at the door of the little hut where Peter Conner and his two dogs lived. Her eyes were very bright and she looked as though she had a lot to tell 7 “Holloa, little gal, what diskiveries have ye made?” he asked, so cheer- fully that Ethel could scarcely be- lieve this was the same Peter Conner. And he had brushed his clothes, and scrubbed his hands, and combed his hair, and his hut was as neat as a pin. . “Why, it's all a great joke,” said Ethel. “I thought it was other folks, and it’s all myself.” “Jos’ so, jes’ so, little gal)” said Peter, and he chuckled and patted his knees. “That's what I have been find- ing out. Cur'us, ain't it?” “As soon as I begin to be different to other folks, they begin to be diifer- ent io me.” «Jes’ so, Jeg’ zo,” said Peter, After they had told each other their stories, and Ethel had said good-by and was skipping on toward her little friend Sadie’s, old Peter Conner sat in the doorway and patted his knees, and about once in five minutes ex- claimed: “Well, I'll be jiggered”— Mildred Norman, in Zion's Herald. North Carolina Girl's School Record. In Concord last week one of the graduates of the graded schools com- pleted a school life of nine years with a record that is truly remarkable. When the certificates were awarded it was announced that during her—eof course it was a girl—entire school life of nine years she had never been ab- sent or tardy. We doubt whether this record has a parallel in the state or anywhere else. The young lady in this case is a daughter of Mr. John B. Sherrill, editor of the Concord Times, and a grand-daughter of Judge W. J. Montgomery. “Bedlam” is a corrupti word ‘‘Bethlehem,” I name of a religious ho rm ——— a a i Be A Si
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