It Is claimed that at present the
English language in spoken by 110,
600,000 people.
Holio in n coinmon word among t lis
Sioux or Tnkoti Indians. They use
tlie woid In referring to young men
who have nothing to do, .
Slavery in supposed to have tieen
abolished in the United States, hut
according to nn article in the North
American Review, it has existed among
the Chinese in t'nliforuin for years,
mid continues almost unrestricted.
Borne Swiss convicts recently es
caped from prison, and an advertiso
nieut announcing the fact says that
"with the clone-cropped hair, knick
erbockers and stripped jackets, the
fugitive murderer may easily lie mis
taken for American or English tourists
excursiouing in the Yalaisan Alps."
. The world's annual brew of beer is
wore than 17,000,000,000 quarts. Oer
mauy leads with fi, 000, 000, 000 quarts;
the United Kingdom is second with
4,700,000,000 quarts, and the United
States third, with 3,200,000,000 qunrts
Russia is at the foot of the lint, w ith
about 400,000,000 quarts. Vodka is
more to the taste of the Cossack.
Appeals for aid for the distressed
people of Virgiuin, Minn., were sent
to many wealthy men, not long ago.
Some responded liherally. Mr. Car
negie sent his check for one thousand
dollars. The name of Mr. Rocke
feller did not appear on the list of
contributors, and the Standard Oil
magnnto was criticised for refusing
aid. It has now been discovered that
he did not disregard the appeal, but
sent on an fluent to investigate, and
on his report opened a mine at Vir
ginia and hired many of the starving
men.
' Clarence King, formerly chief of the
United States Geological Survey.pnys:
"The time is not far distant when a
man can start out of Denver and travel
to Klondike, stopping every night at a
milling camp. Already two American
stamp mills are pounding away on. the
borders of the Straits of Magellan, and
the day is approaching when a chain
of mining camps will extend from
Cape Horn to St. Michael's. I be
lieve we are about to enter upon a
century which will open up vast re
sources, and will be the grandest the
earth has ever known. Before the
end of the twetioth contury the trav
eler will enter asleepingaar at Chicago
bound via Bearing Straits for St.
Pestersburg, and the dream of Gov
ernor Gilpin will be realized." '
In the commnne of Monceau-snr-Oise,
not fur from Paris.a little village
of only 250 inhabitants, the streets
are lighted by electricity, electric
lights are found in the church, in all
the houses, and even In the stables;
and the farm-buildings in the neigh
borhood of the village are illuminated
in the same mannor. More than this,
the commune possesses a large thresh
ing machiue driven by electric power
and capable of threshing nine hun
dred sheaves of grain per hour; be?
sides turnip-cutters, crushers, sorters,
pumps, and other agricultural machin
ery, all set iu motion by electricity.
The power is derived from a water
fall, and by combiuing their interests
the inhabitants of the commune have
made science illuminate their streets
and houses at night and- drive their
machines by day more cheaply than
these things could be done by the old
methods.
An organization which is already
strong and which expects to number
900,000 members is attracting much
attention in the West. It. is . known
as the Americau Railway - league, and
is founded,, announoes the, Atlanta
Journal, on principles decidedly dif
ferent from tne Americau Railway
union. The new organization designs
to effect a co-operation betweeu rail
way owners and officials on the . one
hand and railway employes on the
other. Its promoters think that rail
way labor organizations have too often
proceeded on the theory that there is
conflict of interest betweeu employ
ers and the employed, and that this
misconception has been a prolifio
cause of trouble aud loss' to both. One
of the leaders of the new league ex
plains its objects as follows: "We
have learned that it is more to our
advantage to co-operate with the men
who are payiug us wages than to op
pose them at every turn. We believe
that we can help them and help our
selves by an enlightened use of the
ballot box more thau by strikes and
boycotts. We intend to take part in
primary elections, and every candi
date who secures our support must
first pledge himself that he will op
pose legislation which will tend to re
4um the wages of railway em ploy es."
THE FARTHEST YONDER.
Ob, frloml of other years,
Do you remember
Those glorious autumn days
When illstnnt hillsides flamed
In nil their splemlni ?
1 Whispered, "Hpeed us, lovs,
To beauty yonder."
Your voice was fnw and sad
''Thimn hills of splendor
Are fnr ami steep, my own 1
The light will hide erelong,
And rinrkiinss gather.
And we shall yearn tor rest
This side the yonder."
r
BRISTOWB'S RUSE.
Pah! another bungle! snapped
Bristowe, that dry old stick of a de
tective, throwing down his newspaper.
If that man had had a smattering of
science at his fingers' ends ho could
have done the trick. Yes, you can nil
see it now. Ah, I ought to know. It
was a bit of science that once helped
me to net "i00, get at the root of as
queer a mystery ns ever I tackled and
possibly to save a gentleman's life
into the bargain. Yes, I can tell you
just how it happened. I wasn't on
the spot till after the crime.of course,
but I know exactly what took place.
My word!
It was Sir Gavin Grey's case, if yon
remember (trey, the great London
banker. He had a flue old place down
nt Wimbledon that his niece, Kate
as sweet and lovable a girl ai ever
walked this earth used to keep for
him. Old bacholor.yoit know. They
say, and I believe, that that girl might
have married any man she liked; but,
of course, it so happened that the lucky
fellow who crept into her heart was
only a cashier at her uncle's bank
Leo Morkhouse by niuiie. The old
gentleman was staggered at first, but
nt the finish he gave way on the condi
tion that they waited till tho young
fellow proved himself fit for a partner
ship aud for such a wife, and things
went smoothly enough for a time.
Then came a deadly crash.
AVould. you believe it, this Mark
house was fool enough to go and make
use of a check that ought to have gone
into the bank, and somehow or other
it was found out before he could pny
it back. It wasn't iu Sir Gavin to
give any man a second chance, I sup
pose; at any rate, he called him in,
dared him to show his face there agaiu
and sent him about his business, with
an alternative of prosecution. And
one evening, a week Inter, when the
old gentleman got back to his Wim
bledon house the first thing he heard
was that Markhouse had been there
and that Miss Kate had gono off with
him gone for good. Pretty romance,
eh?
Now for the. mystery. It seems
that for some days Sir Gavin was ab
solutely crushed and never left the
house. He used to go up to the girl's
room to make sure ulio was gone, aud
then he would go and sit in his study
for hours at a stretch, hardly moving
all the time, they said. Well, there
was a glass door opening on a sort of
balcony, and one night, when he was
sitting there so, that door opened, nnd
a man walked in. Burglar? No; it
was Markhouse, come there with his
wife to ask for one chance to redeem
his backsliding. He said afterward
they had meant to go boldly up to the
front door, because Miss Kate was
sure only one contrite word was
needed to go straight to the old gen
tleman's heart; but, as luck would
have it, he had seen the light in the
study and chose that way.
There was a fine dramatic scene;
they say the noise of it could be heard
half over the house. Markhouse, he
pleaded hard and tried to explain
things, but the old gentleman was
hard as. granite. At the finish (I'm
telling you just what I had from
Markhouse himself and from Silver
ley, Sir Gaviu'B man servant, who,
being privileged, was listening outside
the door the whole time) he dragged
open a drawer and threw a packet on
the floor.
' "There," he says, "you've wasted
your time aud eloquence. Your wife's
mother left her at death 200 and
some jewelry. There it is and there
the way out, and I never wish to see
either of yon again."
Markhouse swears he never once
thought of touching the packet, but
simply stood still for a time, dazed by
the prospect and the' other mail's bit
terness. Then he pulled the glass
door to and went down the balcony
steps and along the avenue to where
Kate was standing in tremble, star
ing at that light from the study. It
was queer she should say to him:
""Leo,, you never threatened him! I
beard your voices, but I waBtoo fright
ened to : move.' Leo, don't harden
your heart so wouldn't you be bitter
in his pluce?" '
"Perhaps," was all he said. "The
air of this place suffocates me."
Well, they had got to the end of
the avenue when there came after them
a hoarse soream, unnerving enough in
the circumstances. Just the one
word "Murder," and nothing more.
But the wort of it was that the sound
came from the house he had just left.
Of course, he stood staring at the
girl incredulously, and the next thiug
he knew was that she had broken
away from him and was flying back
up the avenue. He followed mechan
ically, and instinct took him back to
that study window. And, by Jove I
across the carpet in there, sure
enough, lay a still figure; his wife
hung over it with clasped, hands, and
the servants were buzzing and whis
pering behind. Murder? Well, the
old gentleman had been struck side
ways, it seemed, as he sat. There
was a purple mark on his right temple,
and there was his own heavy ebony
rnler lying near by. And the man?
Wel!,Mrkuouae suddenly wait up to
The years have swiftly flown,
Alone with wonder
I gnre upon the bills
A M aster's brush has touched
With newer splendor
My eager eye would scared
Dnyond' the, yonder.
And vnu In higher realms,
You do remember i
For through my soul I feel,
l'ersun-lve, sweet, your call,
Thrilling and tender,
Past earth's most perfnot scenes
To farthest yonder.
Harper's Ilnnnr.
the fact that they were pointing at
him and that the buzzing had stopped.
"There he if I" Boys some one.
"Don't let him go!"
"What?" Ho couldn't bolieve his
own eyes, of course. They were all
shrinking bnck from him even his
own wife, he thought. "Is everyone
mad?" he asked. "Kate, what does
it mpan?"
"Mean?" says Silverley, stepping
up, "why, it means murder, Mr.
Markhouse, nnd you mustn't leave
this house yet. Accuse yon? all of
us. You came here for moiiey.stealth
ily; I was in the hall, and I heard
every word of your quarrel. When
you had gone I knocked several times,
but the door was locked. I called
the others, and we broke in to Mud
him lying no, Miss Kate, you can't!"
She had caught those words and
grnsped w hat they meant. Woman
like, her first thought was for her hus
band's safety; sho got hold of Silver
ley's arms and held him back by main
force, imploring Markhouse to go, to
escape, and leave the rest to Provi
dence. Of course, he ought to have
stood hiH ground, but the thought
that she believed him guilty fairly
paralyzed him, it seems. At any rate
lie turned and went oil' without another
word as bad a thing ns he could huve
done.
For the next two days it was nil
chaos. People who called to sympa
thize found Kate wandering about like
a ghost, and everyone was whispering
of her hs a widow already. It seemed
clear enough: Markhouse had struck
the blow in a temper and was missing;
his bent friends could only hope that
be had got ahead of the htie-iiiid'ery.
Two days; then came tho news that
Markhouse hnd been arrested easily a
few miles away, simply . remarking
that he cared not a jot whether they
brought him iu innocent or the re
verse. Miss Kate, she heard it about 7
o'clock that evening, and it seemed to
put new life into her. She stood
staring at space, they said, for about
five minutes and then sent a man gal
loping off with a telegram. That tel
egram was nddrenned to me, and it
simply said: "Come instantly, upon a
matter of life aud death."
I happened to be away from home
that night, but I took a train for Wim
bledon about 10 the next morning and
found that the iuqueHt was afoot.
The jury had just been to view the
body, aud most ot the servants were
making ready to return with them
nnd givo evidence. In the general ex
citement I had plenty of time to took
about, while I mournfully smoothed a
crape bond around my hat. In 15
minutes I hod heard a good dool. Sil
verley was my best man. I managed
to buttonhole him, introduced myself
as the undertaker's man and asked
how true it was that this Markhouse
had someting to gain by Sir Gavin's
death.
"Don't ask me," he says, distracted
ly. "That's the dreadful part of it
that everyone knows his wife comes
in for her uncle's money, I've to go
and give evidence against him! I wish
to heaven I'd never spoken!"
It was all very hazy. I thought for
a bit and then sent up a card with the
word "Bristowe" only upon it, and I
didn't waste time. When presently
she comes down, with a pitiful white
face and dragging steps and looked to
see why the study door was open, she
gave quite a piteous cry at sight of
me down on my hands aud knees be
tween the desk aud window there.
"Mr.Bristowe! You you know all,
then?"
"A good deal, madam; the newspa
pers and the servants, you know." I
told her cheerfully. "Er of course
this room has not been disturbed in
any way? H'm, I And morsels of
earth and dry leaf just by the window,
but none near that desk. But that's
nothing, perhaps. I want you to be
quite calm and tell me all you know."
She did so almost lifelessly. "Oh,
you are clever,. I know!" she ended, a
fair study in supplication. "If you
think you'll never say so I You'll go
and leave it to the police!"
"Just one thing," I said: "A full
light from this jet ought to reflect on
that gravel path, and Mr. Markhouse
was between it and the window. You
may safely tell me whether yon saw
the shadow of a lifted arm from where
you stood so. H'm I" She had
whispered her "N no!" with dry
lips and hesitation; 'he had raised his
arm once. "Leave it to me," I told
her. "In an hour I'll come and tell
you what I think."
She understood aud went. Well, I
puzzled and puzzled over the thing
and could make nothing of it. The
door bad been locked, you see, and
he was found dead five minutes after
Markhouse had stepped out on the
balcony. I had a vague idea, but the
facts would not seem to lit in at all,
aud I suppose the hour went by, for
presently I saw her standing in the
doorway, her eyes wide with terror.
"You you didn't come. You
you think " the' rest died oft in her
throat. If iti had only been for her
take I should have tried uiy level
best. .
"I think nothing yet," I told her.
It's complicated, simiile as it seems.
You see, the motive was scarcely rob
bery, as the packet was found there
afterward. I'll be plain with yon: If
it was not your husband, it was some
one within thin bonne, and there's HO
clew so fnr. Having nothing to go
upon I'm going to concoct something.
Yon must be patient and give me
time."
She did try, but I shan't forget her
face when, an hour or so later, she
came to tell me that her husband had
been committed on tho coroner's war
rant. I had a plan in my head by
that time, lint I felt certain, if nothing
came of it, there was not much chance
for Leo Markhouse..
About 8 o'clock that evening the
drawing room at the Wimbledon
house presented rather a dramatic
sight. All the household, from Sil
verley down to the scullery maid, had
filed in there at my request anil formed
a gaping, excited group. When, after
giving them plenty of time for whis
pering, I walked in, carrying a black
bag, you could have heard a pin fall.
"All here?" I began, very impres
sively. "Very good." A queer pause.
"Now, I wish to tell you all something.
Up ti 1 two hours ago, I confess, I
could find no possible loophole in the
net that nt thin moment surrounds Mr.
Leo Markhoune. I hove called you
all here to tell yon that now I fancy
there may be one." Another brenth
less pause, as I fetched out a square
of cardboard. "All hangs upon this,"
I said, "a photograph of the deceased
gentleman's eyes, taken after death.
Two hours bnck I made the acciden
tal discovery that there was in those
eyes the Indelible reflection of a faeo,
a face all but recognizable at sight,
and then I remembered something.
By tomorrow morning, if there is any
basis for the well-known scientific
thoury that the eyes of a pernon meet
ing death by foul play often cotch nnd
retain a. likeness of the assassin's
features, we may be in possession of
the truth. Is this the face of Mr. Leo
Markhouse? I am not at all certain
of it ; I am going straight away now
to have this snap shot of mine enlarged
tenfold and then In the meantime,
I will nsk you not to let the matter go
beyond the house.'"
A shiver and then a craning of pale
faces to catch a glimpso of the photo
graph, but I was gone before they
could fully grasp what I said. I had
motioned to Kate, and she followed
me to the hall door like one groping
iu a drenm. '
"Will you will yon save me?"
I 'recollect her whispering. "You
have discovered this.you suspect some
one, and yet you warn them all. You
it is falsel Show me that photo
graph, or I shall scream out!"
"Hhl yon're too sensible," I said.
"The photograph! It is a blank card;
see! Mrs. Markhouse, I've simply
played a card I don't ponnens, that's
all. Time is precious, Now, listen.
They think I'm off to town; yon will
lot me in by the rtrowingroom window
in ten minutes from now. Goodby.
First train in the morning!" I added,
loudly, and the big door clanged.
Four hours later, when everything
was quiet, I heard someone creeping
along the passage leading from the
servants' quarters and up the stairs.
I hnd been waiting in the drawing
room; I was out in a jiffy. A man
yes, he was standing at the top of the
flight, as if afraid to go on. I had
him I Up I crept. He went straight
along to that room and tried the han
dle. When it gave he jumped baok
and almost saw me. Another second
then iu he went. I heard him
striking a match. I was there. He
had lit a candle and was turning this
way and that a drawn, white face that
bore the marks of the four hours' sus
pense. It was Silverley, for yeors the
valet of the man lying behind those
white hangings, and it seemed that
my bit of a bluff was going to have re
sults. Holding tho candle high, he
drew back the hangings and stared
hard at the poor old gentleman's eyes,
They were closed, ot course, and
would never open again, lie uau
waited four hours in a fever for notli
ing at oil.
A click behind him did the rest. I
was pulling the door to,and he sprang
across in a fair frenzy just too late.
I managed to lock it on tne outside.
and his nerves weren't proof against
that second shock. He gave a sort of
choking scream, and then all was
quiet. Down I ran and woke one of
the servants. However, when we
opened that door there was no need
to use force or even to ask qnestions.
He was on his knees there and gasped
out the truth on the spot.
"I I did in it self-defence! Let m
out only let me out! They'll never
hang me they couldn't! You think!
It was all quiet in there. I ran
through the drawing room and along
the balcony, and he was sitting with
his head down so, and the packet was
lying there anyone's property! I I
thought he was iu a fit and found my
bund on the packet before I knew it,
He saw me aud snatched at my throat,
like this,, in a passion. He was mad
aud would have strangled me, and I
I had to do it! Then I was frightened
and ran back. I never meant to let
Mr. Markhouse in for it. till I I
Oh, heavens! I didn't! What have I
said?" A bit more than I d expected.
Enough, at any rate, to get him penal
servitude.
Eh! What did you say? That soi-
entitle, theory was exploited long ago?
Well.it wasn't when I went to school,
and it helped me to unravel this mys
tery wnen everyiuiug eise uau ruiieu,
Tit-Bits.
William Bauhe, who died the other
day in Bristol, Peun., was the great'
grandson of Benjamin Frauklin. He
was eighty-six years old, and waa the
pioneer newspaper publisher in Bucks
county.
1'lalri Arm Popular.
The shops are full of plaids. Thore
are plaids in every grade of material,
from rich silks to cheap cotton and
wool materials. There is room for
the exercise of a great deal of tante
and discretion of selecting and wear
ing plaidn. Very largo women should
abjure them altogether, the slender
young tiiicn can wear nlmost any of
them, and the ordinary woman most
any of the darker ones. Some of
these will bo very stylish when uindo
up with dark furs.
Itlryrln Promotes a New Weave.
The public is, perhaps, indirectly
indebted to the bicycle for the intro
duction into the market of a very flue
dress facing and binding. The Inttcr
is two inches wide and consists of a
rubber-treated velveteen edge com
bined with mackintosh cloth. It
comes in all shades of fast colors, and,
besides its cleanly qualities, wears ex
cellently. The same facing is made
six inches wide for the bottom of bi
cycle skirts. The velveteen is not
only shrunk by the rubber treatment,
but it acquires a thickness and re
sistance to wear very vuluublo iu a
dress binding.
White Clinitifila fllnven.
"Get white chamois bicycle gloves,"
says one woman bicycle rider. They
are cool and comfortable, and also in
expensive, and can be cleaned readily.
But do not wash them in soap and
water. Use naphtha or gasoline, and
treat them as you would ordinary
gloves. Care has to be used with
thene inflammablo liquids, but there
in little danger with proper precau
tions. Cleaning the gloves in this
way prevents them from losing shape,
as tho chamois glove docs under or
dinary washings. It also naves time,
for the glove is not so dilllciilt to put
on after cleaning.
Irldesernt Molinlrn.
Iridescent mohairs ore still favored
for stylish traveling continue i, and if
the jacket and skirt style is chosen it
is a pretty way to have tho silk shirt
waist en suite match one of the colors
in the mohair. Blue and gray, gray
shot with rose, or green interwoven
with tau color make good semi-dark
surfaces for these durable fabrics that
shed dust and do not change color in
the least. The striped nnd change
able mohairs make very natty-looking
cycling costumes. The fancy for fa
brics with blnck and colors of various
kinds interwoven has brought out
many twilled French goods ot differ
ent weights that are made into ample
but stylish suits appropriate for vari
ous demi-dress uses the summer
through New York Post.
A ffftrolna on nicyels.
Still another bicyclist story, and
this one has a real heroine, the kind
of a heroine who, if the story was a
romance, would convert a futber and
two or three sneering men cousins to
the belief that the bicycle is essen
tially a womanly belonging. This not
being a roinauce, there were no
fathers, brothers, and young men
cousins to be codvertod, but the hero
ine was a heroine just the same.
It was in Brooklyn, one of the
warm days recently, and three young
women and three young men, friends
since long syne, went for a long cycle
ride and took their luncheons with
them. Luncheon time had come and
all the viands were spread out in
tempting array, when one of the young
men who had complained of feeling
unwell earlier in the day, fainted, and
gave evidence of being very ill.
This was the time for the heroine
to show the qualities which are most
admirable in a heroine, common sense
aud quick wit. She remembered im
mediately a doctor living within two
miles or so of the picnic ground, one
whom she knew well, and who' also
knew the invalid. She jumped on her
wheel all heroines jump-a-rode at
her best speed for the doctor, found
him, turned over her wheel to him,
and he with a medicine case in hand
rode off and was with the sick man, it
seemed, in about fifteen minutes from
the time he was taken ill. And the
plucky heroine walked back that two
miles in the hot sun. New York
Times.
Victoria's Highly Educated Horsea.
Not withiu the inemory of the long
est reign has there been such a thing
as a runaway among the larger num
ber of horses that drag the numerous
carriages of state in which Queen
Victoria and members ot the royal
household take their airings or make
ceremonious public appearance. This
is due to the fact that before a horse
is deemed fit for Bervice iu the stables
of Windsor, Balmoral or Osborne, it
must have gone through a course of
training that renders it superior to
auy sudden surprise by reason of
noises or unexpected sights, says the
Philadelphia Times.
The training commences in the days
ot the horse's colthood, and he is
eventually inured to hear sounds and
see lights that would simply terrify
and madden an ordinary horse of
high mettle and limited education.
Carriage horsea are driven persistent
ly in front of an empty carriage in the
park at all hours of the day. They
are taken to railroad depots and fa
miliarized with the screech of whistles
and the hiss of escaping steam.
They are taught to stand under
railway arches while trains thunder'
overhead, to face flocks of sheep or
geese, to calmly view the flying bi.
cyclist, to bear the sudden flashing o!
colored lights, the rattle of musketry
the blare of brass bands, the sudden
flight of loose paper, the raising of
umbrellas, the roar of cannon, the
flashing of swords, and any and all of
the scenes and sounds of a great city.
When the horse becomes as impas
sive as its driver or the footman np
behind, and is guaranteed to sink into
the chasm opened by an earthquake
without the quiver of a muscle, it is
pron onnced lit for the royal stable.
Handkerchief1.
Many young ladies who have an al
most unlimited supply of pin money
are making and laundering their own
handkerchiefs, and those who mnst
economise can save a considerable
sum by following their example. In-'
dia linen, mull and wash silk are a few
of the materials used for white hand
kerchiefs, and tho style of finish is so
varied that any taste may be suited.
There are the plain hemstitched ones,
without any ornament except the ini
tials or monogram in one corner, em
broidered with white cotton or silk.
Others have in edge of Valenciennes
lace (real or imitation according to the
size of the purse) put on around the'
narrow hemstitched hem. Narrow
lace insertion is sometimes set two or
three inches from the edge all around
between two hems. Those made of
silk muslin with a wide embroidered
hem and a scroll or monogram iu one
corner are very handsome.
The latest fad in regard to handker
chiefs is to use colors instead of white.
Those in cream color, ecru, yellowish
brown, lavender, pink aud blue are
the most popular, but some in darker
shades are frequently seen. Others
have a white ground showing colored
dots or stripes and colored hems are
seen with white centres.
Do not put your handkerchiefs in
with the regular washing, for the treat-,
lnent they are likely to receive discolors
white handkerchiefs and fades colored
onos. Fill a wash bowl half-fnll of
warm, soft water, and dissolve enough
ivory soap in it to make a foamy suds.
Rub gently; and squeeze in the hands
until every trade of soil is removed,
then rinse in cold water that has a
little bluing in it. White handker
chiefs may be scalded a few minutes
if thought necessary. Very little
starch is needed for these articles
just enough to give them the appear
ance of new goods. Iron while quite
damp, pressing the embroidery on the
wrong side, and the remainder on the
right; or it is a better plan to take
them from the starch and press them
smoothly on a clean marble slab or a
window pane to dry, putting the
wrong side next to the glass. When
they are dry, take them off and fold
nicely. They will not need ironing.
This is a very convenient plan when
one is boarding and cannot get a hot
iron. New York Observer.
Novell le In Urea Ciomla.
There is much to attract in foil and
winter goods this year. All the shades
of olive are among the favorite colors.
Yale blue and golden brown are popu
lar, and the beige and castor tints ara
much iu vogue.
Border effect are again in fashion.
The most beautiful example of this is
a woven plisse cloth, with a ribbon bor
der. There are five rows of ribbon
forming the boder, which are woven
with the material. The ribbon is gen
erally the same color as the fabric
This exquisite material comes in all
the new shades. It is sold in patterns
of seven yards.
The plain cloths, showing a Zibe
liue border, are most attractive. The
border is generally of silvery gray,
and comes in all the latest shades.
The silvery gray, on a prune shade, is
a fashionable combination.
Another new inaterialwhich boasts
a border is a soft, smooth French cloth
with a black astrakan border. The
border is woven with the material and
is from eight to nine inches in width.
Zibeline cloth is to be one of the
favorites of the season. It is really a
broad cloth, with a camel's hair face.
Tho best quality is forty-oight inches
wide. It wears admirably, and one ot
the greatest things in its favor is that
it sponges beautifully. This Zibeline
cloth can be bought in all the new
shades.
A figured wool poplin, witl a mo
hair figure, is au excellent example ot
the less expansive materiuls. In rich
dark blue, with the figure in black, it
will make a most serviceable gown.
The two-toned cork .screw materials
are warranted to wear well.
All the plaids are particularly popu
lar. They come in at least fifteen dif
ferent colors.
One of the most stylish patterns in
plaids is a small plaid almost a check.
In coloring it shows three different
shades ot green aud two of brown.
Some of the newest plaids are outlined
with a fine gold liue.