M E N,
Factory whistles blow Dawn
From reverberant throats.
Hollow and mournfully drawn
Are the answering notes
Chorused from harbor and shore
Through the fog wreaths, and then
Cityward ceaselessly pour
Inundations of Men.
East from the Jerseys and West
From the sea-girded plains,
South from the hills 1s the quest
Of the sinuous trains;
Thronged is each wave-spanning are,
And again and again
Shuttle the ferry craft, dark
With their burthens of Mer.
Men! Men! Men!
Heavy-browed. eager-eyed,
Tremulous, resolute
Men.
— Arthur Guiterman, in
Torrents and billows of life
And, alas, for the spray!
Highway and housetop are rife
With the turbulent clay.
Men! in the rush and the stir
And the roar of the street.
Men! in the factory’s whirr
And the furnace’s heat.
Men! ‘mid the forges that ring
And the shuttles that ply.
Men! on the girders that swing
In the vault of the sky.
Swift through its underground lane,
Like a snake to its den,
Burrows the glowering train
With its burthen of Men.
fen! Men! Men!
Pitiful, glorious,
Conquering, desperate
Men.
the New York Times.
TTI tTE ATES 221]
Harry Thurston glanced toward
the dark bulk of Vesuvius, from
the summit of which a few curls
of smoke lazily floated upward against
the blue Italian sky. Thurston, with
two other young Americans of about
his own age, was ‘doing’ southern
Italy, walking whenever it was pos-
sible, and employing guides only when
it was absolutely necessary to do so. |
The three pedestrians were now seated
on the veranda of the Quisisana, at
Castellammare, having just finished
breakfast.
“The path is plain enough on the |
map,’ continued Harry. “and I, for one, |
don't care to have a ‘Pietro’ or ‘Jaco-
po’ tagging after me all the way up.”
“It looks-like the beginning of a clear
day,” said Bob Crothers, reflectively.
“I don't really see how we could lose
our way.”
| DON'T see why we need guides.”
was Dick who usually got the party in-
to scrapes, and Crothers who extricat-
ed it. Harry, in either case, simply
helped form a majority.
Two hours later the trio started out
from “La Maison Blanche,” a small
inn at the foot of the mountain, and
attacked the foothills of Vesuvius it-
self. The sun was shining brightly,
the air was clear and sweet. but the
district across which the path lay
was so drearily desolate that by de-
grees the gay talk and laughter of the
boys languished.
They had climbed the Mount Wash-
ington bridle-path the )ear before, but
how different were their surroundings
now! In place of balsam firs, dancing
brooks, mossy slopes bright with crim-
gon berries and starry flowers, they
looked out over an unbroken stretch
of volcanic rock, dead lava and black
dust.
“It’s like a nightmare!” exclaimed
Harry, breaking a long silence, during
which they had been plodding onward
and upward. “I'd give something for
a drink of New Hampshire spring wa-
ter!”
“] suppose,” observed Bob, “the
moon looks something like this when
you get there. Just a burned-out,
cooled-off, dried-up volcano.”
“Well? said Dick, “let's get on.
There's a sort of restaurant up there,
at the end of this path, where we can
rest before taking in the final cone and
the crater.” Y
It was a long, hard, hot pull for
them, experienced walkers though
they were, and they were glad enough
for the brief halt for refreshments at
the foot of the funicular railway—the
very one which inspired the popular
Neapolitan song, “Funiculi, funicula.”
And now arose a discussion as to the
method of completing the ascent. Dick
was for continuing on foot, following
the tr.cks of the regular porters up
through the knee-deep ashy dust which
covers the steep sides of the cone.
Crothers, howcver, advocated taking
the car.
“It's of no use to tire ourselves all
out,” he said, “wading through that
stuff up a slope like the roof of a house.
It's all right coming down, but if you
fellows ever tried to climb a bill with
two feet of snow on it, you know how
it feels. And it's hot, 100.”
Harry sided with Bob. and tie three
were soon cated comfortably in the
little car, gliding upward along the
rails of the tunicuiar.
Near the upper terminus of the rail-
way there was a cabin, where a num-
ber of zuides were waiting to conduct
tourists to the edge of the crater.
They pounccd upon the boys eagerly.
“No, ro!” zaid Hairy in English, shak-
ing off .ne of his tormerntors. ‘No
guide for us! We go alone—see?”’
One :i—ord alcne was intelligible ta,
the Italian, the last, which Le under-
good as ‘si’ (yes), and arairs grew
still more complicated. At last Bob,
who knew a little Italian, said firmly:
“Andate pei fatti vosiri” (Go about
your business); adding, “Faremo a
modo nostro’ (We shall do as we
please), wad pushirg through the
screaming circle, he led tke way up
the path.
The zuides sullienly fell back and
gave Up ‘ae contest, muttering ex-
pletives in the Neapolitan patois,
which fortunately the Americans could
rot understand.
Bob Crothers told me long after-
wards that he had not taken a dozen
steps when he felt a sudden misgiv-
ing, and halted irresolutely. After all,
would it not be better to take an ex-
perienced guide? If he Lad only
obeyed his premonition of danger! but
Dick bounded up ahead, shouting,
* «Come on, fellows! We've got clear of
them at last, and we're going to have
the time of our lives!”
So the lads kept on, up the steep
ascent, until they stood on the small,
jrregular plateau forming tbe summit
of Vesuvius,
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The view was marvelous. Far away
lay the city of Naples. a tawny crescent
bathed in sunshine; vineyards and
gardens stretched away from the foot
of the mountain, dotted with villas
and little hamlets; and to the west lay
the wonderful Mediterranean, a perfect
turquoise in color, with shadings of
deeper blue where the breeze touched
the shimmering surface. In the dis-
tance slept the fair island of Capri.
But the boys were more interested
in their immediate surroundings than
in the dreamy Italian landscape far
| below and beyond them.
Just in front of them yawned the
awful crater, its sides streaked with
sulphur and dimmed by ascending
curls of steam. The crust of slag and
ash on which they stood was warm
to their feet, and here and there were
crevices coated with bright yellow sul-
{ phur and giving forth hot fumes of
“Come on!’ urged Dick White. It|
nauseating gas.
“Whew!” exclaimed Harry, with a
disgusted face. “I can't stand this
long! Let's—"
He was interrupted by a hollow roar
from the volcanic depths, like the dis-
charge of a ship's broadside. A shower
of red hot stones flew upward, to fall
back again into the crater, while a
cloud of black smoke drifted away
against the blue sky. The boys had
started back, and were a good deal
shaken. : ]
“Let's hurry round the thing, and
then go down,” said Dick. “I never
thought of its being so awful, did
you?’
They cautiously circled the great pit,
carefully avoiding the steaming cracks
in their path, and then paused for a
last look.
“Wouldn't it be horrible to tumble
in!” shuddered Dick, as they crept a
little nearer the edge and peered down
into the black, steaming depths.
“They say an Englishman went
down a few years ago,” said Bob.
“He got too near and—Dick! Dick!
Come back!” he screamed, springing
backward, with Harry beside him.
Dick was a little in advance of the
others. As Crothers spoke, a crack
appeared in the slag, and a moment
later, just as Dick started to his feet,
a section of the edge crumbled down-
ward, carrying the boy with it. His
two companions gazed at each other
with blanched faces. 1t was too awful
to be believed. A moment ago there
were three of them, talking merrily
enough; now—now the:e were but two!
“What—what shall we do?’ gasped
the trembling Harry. “O Bob, he’s
gone, he’s gone!”
At that instant a faint voice was
heard, as if from somewkere far away.
“Harry! Harry! Bob?’
The two boys dropped flat on the
earth and wriggled to the edge of the
crater. There, some twenty feet be-
low them, they saw their comrade. He
had fallen on his back, and glided
helplessly downward with the mass
of loose ash until his feet touched a
layer of the underlying I arcened lava,
on the very brink of the slieer precipice
which formed the real crater.
Digging his heels ir, he had suec-
ceeded in arresting bis progress, and
lay there with upturned face, knees
slightly bent—le dared not straighten
out his legs—and outstretched hands
clutching the slag or each side. The
loose osh almost covered his hair, nis
hands and his feet.
“Hold on tight, Dick!’ screamed
Harry, hardly knowing what he said.
“We'll get you out. Hold on for your
life!”
Dick heard the voice of his friend
calling to him. although he could see
nothing but the opposite wall of the
crater, the ascending steam, and a
piece of blue sky above. He closed
his eyes as he hung there within six
inclies of a horrible death, and nerved
himself to wait. After a pause the
voice came again:
“Bob has gone for help. I must keep
back from the edge, for fear it will
crumble again. Hold on with all your
might, old fellow. It will only be a
few minutes!”
The air was filled with sickening
fumes of sulphur, and the hot sun
beat down pitilessly on Diek’s white,
upturned face. To keep his senses, he
tried to imagine himself on the green
banks of a certain trout-brcok in
Maine; then he repeated, withoat moy-
ing his lips, the multiplication table;
after that the twenty-third Psalm,
which he had learned as a child.
Just as he reached “the valley of the
shadow of death,” he Leard an in-
creased rumbling in the volcano, far
below him. A new terror beset him.
The crater was about to belch forth a
volley of stones again. Would the
concussion shake him from his posi-
tion?
#]—-1—will f-fear no evil!” stam-
mered poor Dick, in a whisper.
Then the crash came, and the column
{ heels rested did not give way.
of black smoke rolled upward. He
was indeed in the “shadow of death!”
The stones rattled sharply against the
rocks round him, and fragments of slag
slid past, disappearing in the abyss.
Still the projection against which his
Half-
suffocated with nauseous gases, his
limbs cramped and aching, he grimiy
held on. .
Meanwhile Bob Crothers tore down
the path to the hut, where he found the
guides half asleep.
When the white-faced lad came rush-
ing among them, they listened at first
sulkily enough; but as soon as they
understood the real nature of the catas.
trophe they sprang to their feet, and
snatching a coil of rope from a hook,
hurried up the cone, headed by Bob.
“Dick, my dear old fellow!” It was
Bob’s voice, and it came just in time
to rouse the boy from the stupor to
which he was fast succumbing.
“Yes!” replied Dick, feebly.
“We're going to throw you a rope
with a running noose at the end
When I give the word, you stick yout
arm through the noose, quick, and gral
the rope with beth hands!”
“I—I don’t know whether I can hold
on!” trembled Dick.
“Yes, you can!” replied Bob, fiercely.
“You’ve got to! Here comes the rope!”
Two sturdy guides had stretched
themselves flat on the ground at the
their comrades planted themselves
firmly, with the rope twisted round
their bodies, a few feet farther back.
Dick felt the loose particles of ash
sliding past his face as the rope slid
down slowly toward him. The dusi
got into his eyes, but he could not rub
them. At last the noose glided over
his head and rested on his chest. Af
the same moment he heard the pre:
monitory rumbie of the volcano fore
telling another discharge.
“Now!” screamed Bob.
Dick drew a long breath and caught
the rope, thrusting an arm through the
noose. The quick movement and in
voluntary bracing of his feet dislodged
the slight projection which had arrest-
ed his fall, and he began to slide down-
ward.
It was a moment of terrible sus.
pense. Would the rope hold? Dick
could not help himself a particle, if
indeed he was still conscious. But his
grip was firm, and the noose, which
had slipped up to his armpit, clutched
him tightly.
Slowly the silent form was drawn up
the slope, farther and farther, until
his rescuers, cautiously reaching over
the edge, caught his wrists, and drew
the half-dead lad to safety.
It was a triumphal procession that
wound down the path to the hut, carry.
ing Dick, who feebly protested that he
could walk, but was not allowed to set
foot on the ground. The boys were
pretty silent, but the guides chatted
volubly, laughed, shouted and threw
up their hats, now and then turning
to shake their fists at the volcano. All
ill-feeling was forgotten.
“What did vou think of, old fellow,
as you were lying there waiting for
us?’ asked Harry that evening, when
the three were once more on the moon-
lit piazza of the Castellammare hotel.
He threw his arm over the other’s
shoulder as he spoke. It was good t0
feel that his friend was alive and
well.
“Think?” said Dick, slowly. “I don’t
know. I've forgotten. About mother,
I guess, and—well,” he shuddered. a
little, “that place, you know, about the
‘shadow of death. I tell you, fellows,
I've been in it!”—Youth’s Companion.
Superstitions in Maryland.
Planting by the moon and the signs
of the zodiac, avoiding Friday and the
thirteenth day of the month, breaking
up a drought by killing a snake and
hanging it over a fence, taking care not
to present a friend with anything
sharp—how old are these beliefs, and
where first did they arise? The origin
of some is not clear; the number thir
teen is a reminder of the Last Supper,
edge of the crater; half a dozen of !
and so also is the spilling of salt fate-
ful, because it was Judas who spilled
the salt, according to tradition, at that
holy meal. Most of the signs and
omens, however, seem to have no basis
of tradition for their origin, or, if they
ever had any, it has been lost. The
subject has been humorously and curi-
ously entered into by “A Country Doc:
tor’ in “Popular Superstitions in Mary:
land,” in which many of these beliefs
are mentioned which seem to belong
exciusively to this State. The colored
folk are among believers in good and
bad signs, and the doctor mentions a
number of curious omens. These su
perstitions, he explains, are almost in-
nate with us; they are among our ear
liest and most ineffaceable impres
sions, and, practical and philosophic as
we may become, they cling, from habit
and childhood’s influence, almost to the
last.—Baltimore News.
Bees Obey Orders.
In a communication to the Academy
of Science the celebrated naturalist,
M. Bonnier, makes some interesting
observations on the habits of bees. In
the afterncon when they are collecting
water from the leaves of aquatic
plants, he says, they vill not touch
honey offered to them on these leaves,
or on floats of various colors. But if
honey is offered to them in the morn-
ing in a similar way, it is carried off.
He explains this as arising from the
sirictness with which they obey orders.
If they are sent out for water they will
not stay to gather hone’.
An Ancient Thimble.
Among the treasures of the Haps-
bt in the Hofburg at Vienna is a
clumsy thimble, engraved “A. Vv. W,,
1684.” It is said to be the parent thim-
ble of the world, and it was fashioned
of a silver coin by some ingenious
Dutchman, who presented it to his
lady love.
GCHINGS
WORTH, KNOWING
A ata ES ed
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Germany is able to feed about nine-
tenths of her nearly sixty million in-
habitants on the products of her own
soil.
One test for distinguishing diamonds
from glass and page is to touch them
with the tongue. Rae diamond feels
much the colder. 2s
A new theatre, says t Neue Ham-
burger Zeitung, is to be opened in Ber-
lin next year, in which ail parts will
be played by mechanical dolls of life
size.
Probably the simplest court livery
in the world is that worn in the royal
palace of Korea. The Emperor's ser-
vants are all dressed in garments and
headgear of red calico.
A New England newspaper of 1727
announced that “a considerable town
in this province has been so awakened
by the awful providence in the earth-
quake that the women have generally
laid aside their hoop petticoats.”
A Chinese murderer before being
hanged in Batavia asked to be supplieC
with a ticket to Singapor2, so ‘that he
could have it on his person after death.
His request was granted and be died
happy.
A British newspaper publishes this
advertisement: ‘Widower, living re-
tired, without encumbrance, would like
to correspond with lady, about 40, with
small means, with one l:g praferred,
with a view to an eca:ly marriage.”
After keen competition the Library
of Congress secured a copy of Anna
Bradstreet’s poems, ‘The Tenth Muse
Lately Sprung Up in America,” Lon-
don, 1650, at the auction sale of Wil-
liam S. Appleion’s library, Boston. The
bidding ran up to $191.
Pupils in the English national
schools are being taught the American
custom of saluting the flag. But they
do so on national anniiersaries only.
April 23, St. George's Day, the pupils
in one of the schools sang patriotic
songs while fifty of their fellow pu-
pils accompanied on the violin.
The evidence before the British
Army Stores Commissioners, as to
graft during the Boer war, shows that
there was only one regiment the con-
tractors were unable to cheat. That
proud distinction belongs to the Sev-
enth Hussars. They weighed every-
thing and checked the quality of every-
thing supplied them.
The Spaniard generally is temper-
ate, and has few wants, which are
easily satisficl. He requires a daily
nap or siesta, is rather lazy, loves mu-
sic and dancing and th2 bull fight, and
is not averse to intrigue and the use
of weapons. A native dignity that
never forsakes them, even in dire pov-
erty and squalor, is one of the most
striking characteristics of the race.
ROOF A POTATO PATCH.
Montana Man Grows Tubere in Sawdust
Soil.
A half-bushel of sawdust, a dash of
chemical solution and fifteen potatoes
carefully enveloped with the sawdust
will enable the average householder
to grow a bushel of tubers on his
housetop or in his cellar within sixty
days. This process, says the Chicago
Record-Herald, has been discovered
and elaborated by W. D. Darst, of
Great Falls, Mont. Moreover, the
potato grower will have no potato bugs
to contend with, he will have no turn-
ing over of the soil at certain intervals,
and there will be no contest with grub-
worms.
The product of Mr. Darst’s process is
termed the “vineless potato,” from the
fact that, grown under these apparent-
ly unnatural conditions, there is no
surface vegetation. Because of this
each potato buried in the sawdust is
enabled to produce at least twelve nor-
mal-sized tubers.
Operating on the theory that the pres-
ence of surface vegetation was only a
method of securing nourishment and in
reality sapped the vitality of the tuber,
Mr. Darst experimented more than six
years and found he could overcome
this seemingly natural course on the
part of the plant by supplying it arti-
ficially with its needs.
By employing sawdust, peat, straw
or any other earth product that would
permit of the circulation of air, mois-
ture and heat and the application of
solutions of various salts, he discovered
that a single potato would multiply
itself by attaching to itself from twelve
to sixteen other potatoes of approxi-
mately the same dimensions without
throwing off any of its energy above
ground.
Packed in loosely arranged bins per-
mitting the free access of air and ar-
ranged in rows six inches above each
other, with an allowance of one cubic
foot of sawdust to the seediing, Mr.
Darst has demonstrated the rapidity of
growth and the proportions tbat the
potatoes may attain by showing that
within sixty days fifteen potatoes will
produce a bushel. / In the character of
his experiments and the success that
has attended them Mr. Darst has the
indorsement of Luther Burbank, the
eminent horticulturist and botanist.
An Uncle of Royalties.
King Edward VIL is the uncle of the
Emperor of Germany, will soon be the
uncle of a Queen of Spain, is already
the uncle of the Crown Prince of Rou-
mania, the Crown Princess of Greece
and the Crown Princess of Sweden,
To call a man a “Dreyfus” in France
renders the user of the term liable to
a fine of 500 francs ($100) for libel
and is the father of the Queen of Nor-
way.
Beauty Doctors Cure-All
Olive oil is the beauty doctor’s cuaie-
all for poor complexions. He advises
its use in every possible food, plenty of
green salads reeking with it and then
doses of it by the tablespoonful.
Teach Children to Think.
“Do not try to force your children’s
beliefs. Teach them to think for them-
selves, and when they come to you,
with their theories, agree with the
good that is in them. If there is any-
thing that to you seems wrong, explain
it away if you can reasonably, if not,
fet it alone. Children can no more
think exactly as their parents do and
still preserve their individuality, than
they can resemble them physically in
every detail, and forcing.is as impossi-
ble in one case as in the other.”—B.
Mec. 1. Bell, in The Housekeeper.
Revival of Block Work.
Old-fashioned block work has been
revived for some of the prettiest of the
little aprons so many women don at
the slightest excuse.
Perhaps the apron is made without a
ruffle, blocks of a uniform size put on
in a simple pattern and stitched neatly.
Or the saucy little ruffle which makes
so attractive a thing of an apron may
be made quite elaborate with blocks;
or even the apron proper trimmed with
blocks, the ruffle left plain, but made
very full.
Whichever way it is made, an apron
of that sort is as quaint as a bunch of
old-fashioned roses, and as dainty.
Millinery in the Schools.
The Chicago Board of Education has
decided to establish a course of mil-
linery in the free evening schools. The
‘course in hatmaking for the benefit
of working girls who receive starvation
wages will be put to use with the open-
ing of the evening schools at the be-
ginning of the fall term.
Every working girl who spends her
evenings in the public schoolroom is
to be taught how to design, make and
trim her own hats. Board officials be-
lieve that in this way the working girls
who receive $5 and $6 a week will be
able not only to gratify their artistic
tastes, but also to save the money
which they now pay to milliners. The
course in millinery will be made a part
of the domestic science work, and will
be open to all girls enrolled in the pub-
lic evening high schools.
Where Wornen Lead.
In proportion to total weight of body,
woman has a heavier brain than man,
and would, it is contended, if culti-
vated to the same extent as man’s, pro-
duce far better results than.his.
It has been repeatedly demonstrated
that woman’s memory is much more
retentive than man’s, and the world’s
memory record was recently won by a
woman, who remembered the sequence
of 133,000 words.
Girls are everywhere recognized to
be more apt pupils in music, quicker
to adapt themselves to new conditions,
and better able to face trials of all
kinds unfiinchingly.
Women more easily detect various
shades of color than men, and they are
a trifle better at judging weights and
measurements. They also live longer
than men, which shows that they are
better able to take care of themselves.
Dressmakers Should Rise.
Deploring the fact that dressmakers
have no social position, Mme. B. F.
Howard told the members of the Chi-
cago Dressmakers’ Club at a meeting
that the way to attain the desired end
is to study music, art, literature and
the drama.
Having gained knowledge along these
lines, Mme. Howard said, any dress-
maker would find that the door of
“social equality ” is open, and that she
could make a better gown after having
had a conversation with her “client”
on the subject of “problem plays,”
Greig and the books of Bernard Shaw.
The speaker declared that it is the
dressmakers’ own fault if they are
classed with their customers’ cooks.
She said a dressmaker is an artist in
every sense of the word, and is en-
titled to the same social distinction ac-
corded to the members of any other
profession of like importance to so-
ciety.
How tc Wash the Face.
“Eureka!” said the girl with the sal-
low complexion, bursting into her
friend’s studio. ‘After devouring
beauty talks for years, I have at last
found out how to wash my face.”
“Disgorge that fact at once,” laugh-
ingly demanded her companion. “I
and hundreds of other women with
muddy skins just like mine have been
waiting long and breathlessly for this
precious knowledge. But, joking aside,
I've noticed lately that your skin is
fresher and brighter.”
“Well,” continued the first girl, “the
other day I quizzed my masseuse, and
the dear thing, who hasn’t a bit of
meanness in ber make-up, told me all
she knew about the skin. Face wash-
ing, she said, is quite a performance.
First, I pin my hair back from my
brow. and up from my neck. Then I
fiil a generous sized basin with hot,
not tepid, water, and with some vege-
table oil soap and a camel’s hair brush
1 go to work. I dip the brush in the
hot water and rub it on the soap,
which is not a hard cake, but a jelly in
a porcelain jar, and then I actually
scrub the skin. I begin gently, using
a short rotary movement, and continue
about one minute and a half. In this
time I have covered my entire face,
throat and neck, having dipped the
brush well resoaped several times in
«the hot water. Next I draw another
basin of water, not quite so hot, and
use a Turkish face cloth, or bath glove,
and wash my face free from every,
trace of soap. After this comes the
refreshing part of the washing. I
deluge face and neck in cold water—ice
water is none too cold. Hot water and
soap free the skin from grease and
impurities, and the cold water acts as
an astringent, hardening the tissues
and closing the pores.”—New York
Tribune.
Why Marriage is Unfashionable.
Harper's Bazar contains a notable
article by Charlotte Perkins Stetson
Gilman on “The Passing of Matri-
mony.” Mrs. Gilman believes that the
present prevalence of bachelor maids
and the painful frequence of divorce
are both due to the same cause: that
‘the character of our women is chang-
ing faster than the character of matri-
mony.
“The women of our time,” she says;
“gare rapidly developing ‘those human
powers and faculties, interests and as-
pirations so long forbidden them. They
need for their soul’s health full exer
cise of these powers. Meanwhile;
matrimony, as existent, continues td
require of the woman not only the love
of the wife, the function of the mother
but the trade of domestic service. Th
modern woman, educated, intelligent;
perhaps already experienced in busi-
ness, resents this demand, and refuses
it. Or, being married, and perhaps un-
conscious of what really ails her, she
frets about her work, or in her idle-
ness, and imagines that her unhappi-
ness is due to her husband. Having
been taught so -long that ‘love is
enough,” and finding themselves still
unsatisfied, they clamor for more love
or different love, and frequently jump
out of the frying-pan into the fire in
search of it. Whereas all the time it
was not love at all which they needed
—they had enough for all practical
purposes; what they lacked was life—
human life. A human creature must
do human work; and all women are no
more to be contented as house-servants
and housekeepers than all men would
be. We need rearrangement, not in
the vital principle of monogamy, which
is good, but in the mechanics of the
business; in ihe trades of domestic
industry.”
¥ashions For Bridesmaids.
Bridesmaids’ gowns for the June
weddings are almost without exceptior
on the picturesque order, and this sea
son the bridesmaids have a wonderful
opportunity to be becomingly gowned
as the picturesque models have muck
that is attractive about them. The
taffeta silk coats and picture hats worz
with gowns of lace, voile or net are
not a new fashion by any means, buf
then the number of different coats tc
choose from is unusual; the Directoir¢
coat, the Louis XIV. and the Louis
XVI. are, as always, in demand, bul
there are also this year the fascinating
bolero and sleeveless cape coats of
plain or flowered taffeta worn witk
skirts to match, or, as has been said
with the net or lace skirts. \
Both the princess and the Empire
styles are also in fashion, and the lat
ter seems to be steadily gaining ir
favor.— Harper's Bazar.
FASAIONS
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TAE PAY
If the girdle is right the gown is
pretty sure to be.
It will be all right to touch your
black gown up with bright-colored col
lar and cuffs.
Long kid gloves with lace inserts are
"nice, if you care to pay $15 a pair fox
your hand coverings.
The newest thing in leather purses
is shaped like a fan and worn on a
long chain around the neck.
Melted colors is the most descriptive
term to apply to the new plaids, in
which several soft shades run together
imperceptibly.
More curious than pretty are some of
the new shirt waist sets, wherein each
button represents 2 black cat’s head
with green eyes.
Flat bands are going to be used a lot
on skirts, and one of the newest no«
tions is a band of taffeta with a bor:
der of little silk balls sewed flat td
each edge. ‘
Cross stitch embroidery on linen can-
vas is effective for a summer pillow
cover, and because it launders well
can be used freely on pjazza or in ham
mock without fear of injury. }
Coral jewelry is much to the fore.
The dark silk shirt waist suit is enliv«
ened by belt buckles and studs of coral;
and often the hatpin tops are cof coral
and a necklace of the same red hue.
Rows of pleated ribbon are much in
vogue as a hat trimming, and when
combined with plumes and chiffon, thd
effect is not harsh or stiff as might
perhaps be the result if the ribbon
were used alone.
Three wide tucks across the front
and around the full sleeve puffs pro-
vide the only adornment for a dainty
radium waist opening at the back. The
front fulness is gathered at the shoul-
ders, and the sleeves may be made
short or with cuffs reaching to the el-
bow,
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