SHUTTERS,
TThen yon lire darkened, And your fate do
plore, Rise seek to mske the mm of sorrow 1ms i
And life's true meaning, unporeelrod before,
Will duwn from out t lie now unselfishness.
flhuttora ot soil close the complalner's view
But somo small aotlon for another's weal
Will stir their hlnitos, nnil a ray break
through
Which (hull glimpse ot Duty's (ace reveal.
Each earnest service tor humanlly
Will set sell's ihntten more and more ajnr;
Flooded with God's own light the tool will
be,
When thrust wide open with good deeds
they are. .
Charlotte Flk Bates, la Harper's Bazar.
THE HIDDEN TREASURE.
R. VAN DEB
veldt' wife and
daughter had gone
to the theatre, and
the city man had
been dining alone,
having arrived
home rather late,
with a beaming
countenance and a
bulged pocket. He
M lazily follow
ling with half-
cloned eyes the wreaths of oigar smoke
-which floated out through the open
French window, when a rap fell upon
the door of the room.
"Come in," said Mr. Vanderveldt,
alill following the dissolving smoke
Tith his sleepy gaze.
maid servant entered.
frou please, sir, there's a person
i the passage who would like to
, to yon in private ; and, please,
te says it'e very pertio'ler. "
Jhow him in here," said he.
ver mind clearing away the cloth. "
moment later the man entered,
was a tall, seedy-looking individ
i, with hollow cheeks, ill-kempt
ir, dressed in a runty brown suit,
rtdiug a battered beaver hat in one
tnd and dangling a solitary glove be
keen tho finger and thumb of the
ther.
"Yon arc the owner of this house,
'r, I believe?" said the seedy-looking
an, stuffing his one glove into his
. ..ousera pocket.
"What right have you to ask?"
"And the garden?"
"Ah I my garden! What do you
ant to know for?"
"You will very soon find ont, sir,"
lid the man, who was a very cool
. Ind of a customer, producing a piece
' paste-board as he spoke, and thrust
g it into the city man's hand.
That is my name, sir," and he bowed
, oust mr. vanderveldt gazed at the
Wd.
1 "Mr. Stephen rriddy," he mut
Wed. . l"This house and garden is your
'operty now," cried Mr. Priddy, with
certain air of earnettness, "and,
' ferefore, any treasure" he paused a
Anient, then continued "any treas-
obe yours."
Pn e..t : il
.vi U9 viiuq biuuo vuv BeCUy
u's entranoe Mr. Vanderveldt re-
rded him with attention.
'What do you mean?"
Ir. Priddy rose and stepped to the
idow..
'That garden," said he, pointing ;
ou have little idea what is conoealed
eneath the surfaoe of it, sir, in the
ftvill tell you the story.
1 "Twenty years ago a lady lived
liere. She was very nervous old
foody, and there oatue the news one
M n.VW.M( VT.tlM MO. Ilia,
"the house next door had been robbed.
"That very day she had drawn a
large sum ot money out of the bank,
and this report of burglars soared her
horribly.
"Yon know what old ladies are, air.
She bocame so nervous that she do
lared that she could not go to bed with
Jl that gold in the safe downstairs.
"I suggested burying the gold in
the garden for the night. She jumped
at the idea, and begged me to carry it
out. Accordingly, I prooured an
empty bos, placed the bag of money
in it, dug a hole in tho soil and hid it.
"The old lady then went calmly to
bed, but when next morning came she
was discovered dead, stone dead, Bir.
Boart disease, the dootors called it.
"Well, this was a pretty considera
ble shock to me, as you may suppose,
and drove all recolleotion of the buried
. money clean out of my head for the
time being.
"Well, sir," he continued, "it hap
pened, owing to oiroumstances which
1 oannot very oonoisely reoall now it
being, as you say, twenty years ago
ince the thing ooourred that I was
obliged to leave this house on the day
following the decease of my old JadLy
relative. I went away, still forgetting
11 about the money that I had buried.
" i "My motive in oalling this evening
ia just to inform you that the money
--till lies hidden where I buried it with
.AvaninM I waa aifiint with Kn. 4Ka4
my own bands twenty years ago. It
ia yours now, sir, as, alas t this old
bouse is, too," and the dirty-faoed man
threw what was intended to be pa
thetic glanoe around the room, bis
eyes lingering espeolaliy long upon
ua dinner tame,
i "But," said Mr. Vanderveldt, throw
ing the end of bis oigar out through
the open window, "why did you not
return yourself years and years ago to
dig up your buried treasure?"
r "A month after I hid it I sailed for
Australia, and I only returned to Eng
land a few weeks ago," promptly re
plied the seedy man.. .
) "Thou what makes you come to me
now?" continued the city gentleman.
'People are not - usually so honest.
Why did you not come in the night
ad dig up the money yourself, and
quietly oarry it off?"
"JisQavue, air," replied Mr. Priddy,
a l l :
with a pron J smile, "I am a gentle
man, despite my present humiliating
condition. I would acorn to take that
which no longer rightfully belongs to
me. To put the matter on a business
footing, what "will yon give me to show
you exactly tho whereabouts of the
money?"
"Why," said Mr. Vanderveldt, an
expression of perplexity coming into
his stolid countenance "I don't know
what to say. How do I know you are
not a swindler, for instance?" And
Mr. Vandorveldt tried to force a very
knowing scowl.
"Ob, as to that," replied Mr. Trid
dy, with a snperinr smile, "give me
a shovel and I will reassure you at
once."
"Good," replied the city gentleman,
rising. "There is still light to see
by. Xead the way, sir. "
"Hold I the bargain I" said the seedy
man, picking np his hat and halting
upon the threshold. "If the money
is there I take half. Is that fair?"
"It will be quite fair if the money
is there," said Mr. Vandervoldt.
Mr. rriddy took the shovel, and,
carrying it in his hand, walked
straight to the large oval plot in tb
middle ot the green, pausing to gaze
about him when he arrived on the
edge of it, as though to got his cor
rect bearings.
Mr. Priddy then fell to digging.
The earth was moist, and the large,
brown sods were easily turned. '
Mr. Vanderveldt, regardless of the
flying mould, drew to the edge of the
plot and stood staring with expectant
gaze down into the slowly deepening
hole.
Suddenly the blade of the shovel
smote something hard, and there was
a slight sound of the splintering of
wood Mr. Priddy redoubled his
efforts without a word. Mr. Vander
veldt gave vent to a deep "ah !"
In another moment a small square
box was disclosed to view, the wood of
it discolored almost to the hue of the
clay soil, which still adhered in lumps
to it.
"For heaven's sake !" cried Mr. Van
derveldt, fairly overcome with excite
ment, "let us go in the house and di
vide the money, man the money I"
The city man, with trembling hand,
lighted the gas. Mr. Priddy took up
the door mat and very carefully de
posited the befouled box upou it. The
shovel had scattered the fragile lid,
and with the aid of a carving knife he
speedily pried open the splintered
fragments. Then, putting in his band,
he drew forth a small re canvai bag,
nearly round in shape, and tightly
bound with a cord at the mouth.
"Cut it !" criert the portly city gen
tleman, thrusting a knife into Mr.
Priddy's hand, when that worthy had
been calmly trying to undo the knot
for about three minutes.
"I trust yon are no longer inolined
to question the motive oi my visit?"
said the seedy man, passing the keen
blade through the string.
"Oh, hang it, not There, open. do!
Ah I"
A large heap otglittering gold rollod
ont upon the snowy tablecloth as Mr.
Priddy turned the canvas bag upside
down.
Both men stood regarding it for a
moment in silence ; then Mr. Vender
veldt's fat hand wandered meohanioally
towards the little pile, and he fell to
oounting.
"Ah, that's right !" said Mr. Priddy.
'See how muoh we have here."
"Five hundred dollars," announced
the city man, after a long interval of
silenoe.
"Good. I thought as muoh. Two
fifty eaoh. A good night's work, Mr.
Vanderveldt."
"My friend, you have behaved like
a gentleman. The money wa ell
within your grasp, yet you chose to
say : 'No, it belongs to the owner of
the house 1' Give me your hand, Mr.
Priddy!"
"And now let us divide I" continued
the city man.
"Stay I" One little favor, Mr. Van
derveldt. Two hundred and fifty dol
lars in gold is no light weight. Would
you give me paper for the amount,
your obeok or notes?"
"With pleasure," replied Mr. Van
derveldt, and going to a desk he un
locked it, drew forth a oheok-book,
and filling in a cheok for the amount
handed it to the seedy man, who, with
the greatest sang froid imaginable,
placed it in the breast-pooket of his
shabby jaoket.
The two men sat awhile smoking
and ohatting, and then Mr, Priddy
took his leave and departed.
Again Mr. Vanderveldt sat after
dinner complacently surveying his
garden, this time in the company of
his wife and daughter. Again there
came a tap at the door, again the
servant maid announced a visitor, and
again she was directed to show him
in.
A tall man in a frock coat entered,
bowing very politely to nobody in
particular, in a manner peouliar to
shop walkers.
Mrs. Vanderveldt instantly recog
nized him as Mr. Meroer, the silk
merchant, to whom she was tinder
various pecuniary obligations.
"Very aorry to trouble you, sir, at
this unseemly hour," said Mr. Mercer,
with an apologetto glanoe at the table
oloth. ' "Do you remember settling
a little account ot mine this morning,
sir?"
"I gave you eight eagles," said Mrs.
Mrs. Vanderveldt.
The shopman put his hand into his
pocket and produced the eight pieoes
of money which be laid upon the
table.
"You are a gentleman, air," said
be, bowing toward the fat city man,
"whose oharaoter atanda too high to
leave room to doubt that what has oo
ourred ia more than a trifling and un
intentional mistake. But, sir, are
you aware that those eight eagles now
before you the identical ones you
paid me, sir are all ot them counter
feit coins?"
Mr. Vanderveldt turned pale. He
had taken the coins from the heap of
gold which the seedy man had dug
up tho previous night.
For a couple of minutes he sat in
silence, staring vacantly at the shop
man before him. Suddenly there was
another rap on the door, and almost
before he could reply, a stout little
man bounced into the room.
"I beg pardon for intruding," cried
he, in a coarse, excited voice, "but
are yen aware, Mr. Vanderveldt, sir,
that that there money you paid me in
discharge ot my account this afternoon
was all bad?" And he threw down
five eagles close to the silk merchant'
little heap.
' The two tradesmen exchanged looks.
Tho confusion of Mr. Vender veldt's
mind rendered his stolid countonance
more miserable than ever.
A vague suspicion was slowly taking
form in his mind. He rose and went
to his desk, from which he laboriously
drew forth the red canvas bag contain
ing the residue of the previous night's
windfall.
This he emptied upon the table, and
taking coins from the heap at random,
he sounded them upon the table. They
all fell dead as lead.
"Hal" whispered the stout little
man to the ' urbane silk merchant,
"looks rummy, don't it?"
Mrs. Vanderveldt came to the resone
magnificently. She took in with the
full grasp of her woman's mind the
signiftoanse of the mistake which had
occurred, and which, unless dextronsly
explained, would ruin her husband's
reputation.
"My goodness, Corney !" said she to
her stupefied husband, as she exam
ined the coins under the gaslight. "Do
you know what you have done? Yon
have been paying accounts with the
oard counters?"
And she forced a spasmodic little
laugh. Then, turning to the two
trades people, she said calmly :
"My husband has been subject to
fits ot absent-mindedness of late. He
has been working too hard. I must
ask you to exonse this stupid blunder,
and if you will send in your bills
afresh they shall be paid without de-
lay."
The people accepted the explanation
without a word, bowed one after an
other, and quitted the room. Mr.
Cornelius Vanderveldt, with a little
groan, sank baok into his armchair.
Suddenly, however, he struok his
massive brow a prodigious slap, and
sprang erect.
"That soonndrel I he roared, "he
has got my check for $250. London
Tid-Bits.
The Vanishing Woman.
A juggler stepped at Madras on to
tho dock ot a Peninsula and Oriontal
Company's steamor, and offered the
company assembled, who were loung
ing about highly bored by the old
raothod of coaling, if they would sub
scribe, to show them something bettor
than common juggling. The collec
tion, of course, was forthcoming at
once ; he cleared a space on the deck,
and told his wife to lie down. The
young woman, who may have weighed
seven stone, bnt more probably six,
lay down, and her husband plaoed
over her a shallow, flat basket, with a
handle at the baok, exaotly resembling
the baskets usod for vegetables in
East Anglia and called a "frail."
Then, with a light and graceful ges
ture, he took up the basket, and laid
it down two or three feet off.
The woman had vanished, and the
audible amazement seemed deeply to
gratify the juggler.
Unfortunately, the writer, essen
tially an awkward man, in stepping
baok stepped on to the edge of the
frail, and heard a little ory of pain.
J. he whole thing had been a pieoe ot
superb acting. The young woman
had learned to hook herself with her
fingers and prehensile toes into the
strong matwork forming the top ot
the frail, and the husband, a slight
but powerful man, had learned to lift
her as if he were lifting nothing but
the basket The writer, of course,
said nothing about his awkwardness;
the juggler, after one sivae glanoe,
said nothing eithor, and only two
years ago the oase was quoted as one
of those only seen inladia, and which,
owing to the total absence of ma
chinery, could not be explained away.
The spectator.
Queer Kid Documents,
A new glove is, of oourse, always a
permissible topic for fominine gossip,
in the absenoe for the moment, bow
ever, of any speoial novelty in the way
of gants from Paris or Grenoble, Brus
sels or Copenhagen, or even Worces
ter, it is perhaps worth notioing that
a new use has been found for old
gloves. All who may( be smitten with
a psychological mania that chiro
mancy, capilogy, scarpology and
graphology have separately or col
lectively failed to satisfy, have now
before them a new artiole known a
"manioology."
Ail they have to do is to diapatoh a
pair of old gloves and a few postage
stamps to the manioologist, and this
enterprising gentleman will help them
to "know where they are." Your
manioologist is a clever fellow. He
olaims that alter -gloves have got
thoroughly "set" to the shape of the
hands they have become doouments
bearing witness to their wearer char
ao er, disposition and "prospects in
life" documents written in a sort of
universal aud yet mysterious language,
with whioh only the manioologist in as
yet acquainted. New York Journal.
According to his daughter, Lady
Betty Balfour, Lord Lytton was un
popular booause of his versatility.
The publie would not believe that any
man could be a great viceroy ot India
tad at the tame time i great poet,
17-YEAR LOCUSTS.
critiors nm its or TrtEsfe
JvOlSY tilTTtiK 1X5KC1S.
The Impression That Tby A De
structive to Vegetation is
Wrong now They
Stake a Noise.
CURIOUS fly, belonging to
the fnmily of the Cicadartae
and tho sub-order of Heni-.-T
iptera, or half-winged or
pauzc-winxed insect, is now making
the residents or a large territory mis
erable by its monotonous screeching.
Fortunately, it goes to sleep at night,
or the plague would be as unbearable
as that ot the ancient Egyptians. This
insect is commonly known as the
scventcen-year locut, for the reason,
possibly, that there is a common cus
tom ot calling things by names that
do not belong to them. For this is
not a locust, which ia a member of
quite a different family, known as Or
thoptera, and is so closely related to
the common grasshopper as to be
taken for it by all but scient iflo people.
Every summer the song of the har
vest fly is heard sung to his mate, who,
unlike other females, has no voice of
her own, and is content to live a quiet
Ftp. I Newly-hatched larva.
Fig. 8--Pups.
Fig. 8 Kirn J oslted on a twl?.
Flir. 6 -Empty pupa case.
life and make no noise in the world.
This song ia made np of one long-drawn-out
note, nhrill but soft at first,
gradually increasing iu its cresoendo,
and maintained for a few seconds,
when it gradually loses its force and
subsides into a low note until it is
heard no more, until, at an interval
of a minute or so, it bogins again, and
so continues the whole day long.
This sound is the effect of a vibr.'.i
ing septum drawn tightly over a trame
like a semi-globular drum, or, in fact,
a pair of them, under the wings of the
insect, and this membrane, acted
upon probably by air drawn in and
forced out of the drum, makes the
strident sound uttered by this insect.
This sound is the effect of several hun
dred vibrations of the parchment-like
septum per second. It may be bear
able by strong nerves when there are
but a few in the concert, but when
there are millions in it, and the per
formers occupy every branch and twig
of every tree and bush for miles
r.ronud, the hubbub is indescribable,
except oh a souud that shakes the
grouud aud pervades the whole air,
drowuing one's voice and deafening the
ear. Fortunately, it comes but once
in seventeen years. .
Its last appearance was in 1877, when
it extended from Troy, on the Hud
son, through Connecticut, New Jer
sey, Pennsylvania, Virginia and the
District ot Columbia. It has again
returned in due time, has completed
its term of imprisonment and come to
perpetuate its race aud revisit tho
scenes ot its birth. For it has not
been far away. It bos boeu quietly
feeding upou the roots of the apple
and the oak trees, probably never
Htrayiug from its first selected tree,
doing no harm, but fulfilling its curi
ous purpose iu naturo of making up
for seventeen years of silenoe by a
terrible din when it gots the chanoe.
Aud then it dies happy.
It is a stout-bodied insect, with
broad gauzy wingF, as may be seen in
the illuntratiou. it is far better look
ing in its few day of maturity than in
FERFBCT FLY,
its previous stage, in which it is a
homely grub or an ugly pupa. But it
has the advantage of being well be
haved and a modest, silent creature,
strictly devoted to its own business,
which is to burrow in the ground for
seventeen long years. During this
time it crawls along the roots of the
trees, to which it attaches itself, punc
turing them and sucking the aap. It
has not beeu certainly known' that the
locust do any serious damage, although
a well known' entomologist, a laoy,
discovered them quite numerously in
a pear tree, whioh had been dug up on
account of its mysterious failure to
grow, and her report states that "the
larrao of this iuseot were found in
counties numbers on the roots, en
gaged in suoking the sap, and twenty
three were takeu from a root a yard
long and an inck in diameter." But
as it lias not been found that any
special local injury ia apparent in
places where they appear iu great-number,
this oase may be taken a exoep-
Honal. Doubtless the moles In their
burrowing find and devour them in
great numbers and thus keep them iu
safe subjection.
The grnbs stay near the stirfset, not
descending more than six or eight feet,
making circuitous burrows with their
strong forefeet, well adapted for this
a
M.V, sHowiNd thk rmrv.
purpose. As soon as they reach a
root they follow it, feeding on it as
they go, and changing from root to
root as they find it necessary for fresh
supplies. Doubtless the damaged
roots die, and are replacod by new
ones, without much injury to the
treos. Thus they live and await the
stage of maturity. As this approaches
they gradually work to the surfaoe,
burrowing their way and filling the
passages behind them with the earth
dug out in front. ' This is perceived
by the discolored eirth filling the bur
row behind the insect, and the last
place of rest, where it makes its
transformation, is only a few inches
ia length, close to the surface of the
ground and lined with a sort of cement,
covered with a waterproof varnish,
to make it dry and comfortable. On
warm, sunny days the insects have been
found peeping forth, as it curiously
surveying thoir future scene of life
and gathering information about it.
It has been observed by Mr. Uathvon,
a skillful entomologist, that when the
ground happens to be wet these in
sects, impelled by instinct, build up a
burrow, projecting above the surface,
in which they take refuge when the
ground may be overflowed by a heavy
rain. This is seen in the illustration.
When the proper time, which Solo
mon tells us every creature knows by
natural intuition, comes, the mature
insect, fully provided with wings,
crawl out of the ground, always at
night, and seeks a tree, up which it
creeps and fastens itself by it strong,
sharp claws. Then it is a soft, whitish
grub of the shape shown. In this con
dition the skin dries, cracks and
tursts open along the back, and the
perfect cicade oreeps out through the
rent, leaving the empty shell still ad
hering to the tree as a semi-transparent,
parchment like skin. Then it
emerges into the air and, after a few
preliminary attempts to spread its
wings, by which they are stiffened and
dried, the fly rises in the air with a
strong, swift flight, and, selecting its
temporary home in whioh to pass the
few days of its perfect stage, proceeds
ABOVB-HI'BFARB BtTMtOWS OF THK FLY,
to active buaiuess. The female, hear
ing the call of its mate, selects its
partner and makes preparations for
depositing its eggs. This is done on
the small branohes of tho trees, the
eggs being doposited in neat double
row parallel, and arranged, as shown,
up and down the bark. Many such
rows are made on each twig, so that
the majority of them dry and die,
leaving the tree often bare and dead,
apparently, but wholly so as to the
injured branch and twiga. The fly is
not known to feed in this stage, but
simply performs its parental functions
and thou dies,
The letter "W" is quite plainly
marked on forewings of the mature
insect, and some superstitions persons
have greatly alarmed themselves,
most unnecessarily, by thinking this
meant war. Others, more sensible,
think it means warm weather, and
propare their thin clothing for imme
diate use.. Other persons have feared
that these insects may sting, and care
fully avoid handliug thorn. As they
have no sting, and are ouly armed
with a beak for suoking, which, how
ever, is never used by the perfect fly,
such fears are groundless. There "is
nothing poisonous about them, and,
like some other noisy animate, their
bark is worse than their bite, if this
may be said of a creature that cannot
bite.
This periodical insect does not ap
pear all over the country at onoe, but
each locality bos it diflerent period.
Next year it i due in Missouri, Iowa
and Illinois. Some person have
thought that it was this fly that made
the plague that so muoh worried the
anoient Egyptians in the time of
Moses, and, indeed, it might well be
called a plague, if the whole country
were swarming with these soreeohing,
noisy creatures, formidable in their
appearance and dreadful to the igno
rant by their sudden and overwhelm
ing possession of the land.
Few persons would think for a mo
ment that this large and conspicuous
fly oould be a close relatiou to that
minute and insignifloaut creature, the
plant louse, whioh may be seen tuck
ing the ap from the fresh, iiiaoulent
young growth of the roses and other
plants, or whioh are found so numer
ously on tho leaves of cabbages ; soft,
dusty-looking creature they are,
gathered in masses aud busy suokin.
the p from the leave. The com
mon oliinoh bug( U another close re
fe I '
lation of the harvest fly and this
cicada, and so is that bloodthirsty in
sect that distnrlm ns in the watches of
the night and murders sleep as it bitee
it Victims and sucks their blood.
The cicada is a sort of half brother of
these bugs or sucking insects, and if
it feeds at all during its mature stage
it does so by suction, by mean of its
sharp probou, seen iu its portrait.
There are several varieties of thi
insect. One is an nnnnl, appearing
every year in the sn.Muer, mostly iu
June. Another appears '.n the autumn
and lays its eggs on the roldenrod.
Another comes in the dog days, and
is thus named the. dog-day harvest fly,
or cicada. In all, there are twenty
two varieties known to entomologists,
of which three are periodical, one ap
pearing every seventh year, and
another every thirteenth, and this
which is here described is the seventeen-year
variety. New York Times.
A Coronation t'linlr.
Who can determine which is the
throne of Great Britain? Is it the
stone coronation chair of King Ed
ward the Confessor, in which every
sovereign who has reigned over Eng
land during the last thousand year
has been crowned? Is it the gorgeons
chair of state which occupies the
centre of the dais in the Honse of
Lords, or that queer kind of music
stool arrangement on which the
Queen half aits, half leans, when she
presides at the Drawingrooms held at
COBOKATIOX CHAIR OF ENGLAND'S KrWIB.
Buckingham Palace? Or is it, per
haps, the gilt armchair on which she
takes her place when she accords
audience to foreign envoys at Wind
sor for the purpose of receiving either
their letters of credence or reoall?
Not one of these seats can claim the
exclusive right to describe itself as
the throne of Eugland, though were
they forced to choose, most people
would be inclined to accord the title
to the coronation chair in West
minster Abbey. And yet it is only
used once in a lifetime by each of the
English sovereigns, namely, on the
day when they are invented with the
crown by the Archbishops of Canter
bury and York, in the presence of the
Peers, of the Parliament and of the
great officers of the realm. There is
only one sovereign in English history
who has sat twice in that seat, and
that is Queen Victoria, the second oc
casion having been the jubilee an
niversary of her accession. The chair
is familiar to every American who has
visited Westminster Abbey, and the
venerable relio is, to my mind, in
finitely more imposing and impressive
in its simple grandeur than tho some
what gaudy chair of state in the House
of Lords, surmounted by its highly
decorative canopy, whioh is panelled
in the most intricate and rococo man
ner with roses, shamrocks, thistles,
lions peasants, unicorns and, in fact,
all the hcraldio emblems of Great
Britain and Ireland. Tnis chair itself
is made of wood, gold, ivory and
silver. The royal coat of arms i
oarved and gilded on the baok, while
the arms of the chair are serpentina
creation terminating in a pair o.'
lion' maw. Some idea of its intrin
sic value may bo gained when it is
stated that the cloth of gold with
whioh it is uphols'ered cost in the
neighborhood of $3000. New York
Tribune.
Misses' Waist.
This handsome design has the full
waist and sleeve puff of pink crepon,
the ripple skirt, bretelle', belt, collar
and lower sleeve portious being of
pink and black changeable brocade,
trimmed on the loose edges with black
guipure insertion over pink satin rib
bon. It is also suitable for pretty
cotton wash fabrioa, batiste, ohambray,
lawn, etc., the nifties being edged with
narrow embroidery or lace.
If Texas were laid down in Europe,
it might be ao plaoed a to inolude the
capitals of England, Frauoe, Belgium
Switzerland, Auatria tnd Germany,