An effort will be made to oultivato the sugar beet in the South. Texas ishsrder on shoe leather "per capita" than any other State in tho Union. Professor Graham Boll's olaim that ho "can talk a million miles on a sun beam" pounds to the Chicago Geoord like moonshine. The common belief that fine white bread contains less nutriment than coarse brown broad is a mistake. So says M. Girard, the eminent Frenoh chemist. Tho German law now requires that contracts for futures in agricultural products be made a publio record, aud subjects all dealers iu futures to a substantial tax. The law is intended to entirely suppress speculative deal ings in produce. Ssys the Amerioan Agriculturist; "We believe none of the reports to tho rnvings banks commissioners of our Middle States classify the occupa tions of their depositors and borrow ers. It would be highly interesting to havo these facts, as without them it is not possible to tell to what ex tent agriculturists avail themselves of the savings banks. At tho congress of the deaf mntos lately held in Geneva, the surprising fact was developed that these unfor tunates iu general disapprove of tho comparatively new labial system of instruction which in many schools has been substituted for tho old method of digital signs. Many speakers, employ ing tho latter method, argued vory lucidly against tho innovation. Only one advocated it. Tho majority said that the reading of tho lips never gives to tho deaf mute an exact idea of tho thought or sentiment which it is dosired to express. It is to them very much as the reading of a dead language is to those who cau hear, but can only vaguely understand it. Tho digital language, they declared, was that which was most natural to deaf mutes. Theso views are a great dis appointment to many who have sup posed that the teaching of tho labial system was one of the greatest booms ever bestowed upon thoso who can neither hear nor talk. The distinguished scientist, Lord Kelvin, who has been termed the "prince of living physicists," has placed on record this confession: "One word characterizes the most strenuous of the efiorts for tho ad vancement of science that I have made perseveringlyfor fifty-five years; that word is failure. I know uo more of electric aud magnetio force, or of the relations between ether, electricity aDd pondorable matter, or of chemical affinity, than I know and tried to teach my students fifty years ago, in my first session as professor." Yet Light- Ding, a London paoer, suggests that Kelvin's failures may may be more fruitful than some men's successes. It likens the modern physicist's humility to that of the great Newton when he compared himself to a child playing on tho beach, and adds : "The riddlo of the universe is scarcely nearer being solved now than it was in 1690, aud if our mathematical tools are better tempered than thoso then nse.l, they have tougher metal to cut." Spain is having her hands full with ber colonies, exclaims the New York Independent. In addition to the war in Cuba there is considerable disturb ance in Puerto Ilica, but more serious still is the revolt in the Philippine Islands. For yo3r3 these havo been a source of much revenue to the home Governmeut and very little expense. The exports of tobacco and hemp, as well as of coffee, cotton etc., havo been very heavy, and the Government hns been a curious mixture of Spauish despotism and local self-government. The origiual inhabitants have almost disappeared; and tho Malaya, who have to a great degree taken their place, aro for tbo most part quiet, in dustrious, inoffensive people. Of late years numbers of Cbiuese have como in from Hongkong, and they and the Mestizoes (children of Chinese fathers and Malay mothers) form tho most aggressive element. A number oi these, it is supposed, in connection with filibusters from Hongkong and secret societies iu Japan, porhaps brought over from Formosa, have taken advantage of tho small number of Spaniards aud tho weak garrison at Manilla, have raised a revolt, and, so fur as can be learned from tho meager dißpatohes, have seriously endangered the Spanish rule. Troops havo been sent from Barcelona, but it will be soma time beforo thoy cau reach their destination. Merchants havo been warnod against shipping goods to tho Philippines, and a British war ship re mains at Manilla to protect British (iibjects. I TH ROUQH FIELD 3 OF CORN, In solemn liush of dewy morn, What glory crowns the fields of corn! A joy and gladness In the land The lithe, grcon ranks of beauty stand) Broad-acred vales from hill to hill The lifted plumes and tassels fill, Whilo birds sing in the cool, sweet morn Through fields of corn. Like palms that shade a hidden spring The reeded columns sway and sing; The breathing censors swing aiway, The loafy cymbals clash and piny, And when tlie breezy voices call, Tho sea-grown billows rise and fall, And music swells and joy ig born Through fields of corn. To fields of corn the summer brings The rustling blades, tho blackbird's wing, The shardel locust's strident tun", And idle raven's mocking rune, The bobolink's exulting strain, And cuckoo prophesying rain In low, sweet whistle in the morn Through fields of corn. In bannered fields of corn unfurled God grows the manna of tho world; Ho waits to bring tho yellow gleam, Tho harvest soug, the reaper's dream; And still ns through the Syrian gold Of Galilee, in days of old. He leads again this Sabbath morn Through fields of corn. —Benjamin F. Leggett. TWO 11 ISA UTS' NEGATIONS. EY FBAXCIS 51. lilVtxaSTON. ILYLLA ASHLEY Jgf p tat at her desk jS niul scanned a let ,v'Jy ter Kbe bad just finished. It was ) written in a line, 'f)\ \ dioided baml, on )"-m V uiA I'"' 0 S'' fl y Wei". V, Mil'!'] in romances NX ' h it'll Sibylla had -fy- real, the conipo tition of such let ters was attended with much agony and littering of the itoor with torn paper. Sibyila had niado one draft, which it took her five minutes to write. Sho read it over once and it seemed to suit hor, for she folded and addressa 1 it, and then called, in her low, musi cal voice, "Letty!" A young girl appeared at the door almost instantly. Shown 3 tall as Si bylla, but 1m 1 not her snberb figure. One saw at a glance, however, that they were sisters. "X want Joe, Letty," said Sibylla as she pressed the euvelopo on her blot ting pad. "Joo drove grandfather into town this morning," replied the younger girl. "Call Absalom then. I want to send a letter." "Absalom has a boil on his foot and can't walk," Sibylla made a gesture of impatience. "Xbero 13 Cbrissy," said Letty, tentatively. "I won't have her; sho bungles everything. It is very provoking that lean find nobody to do so simply an errand." Sibylla rose and walked to tho win dow, where she stood looking moodily out upou a lawn that was better kept than the lawns ot' most Virginia coun try houses. Letty stood iu meek silence as though she had done hor sister a pc-rsonal injury. "Well, send her here; I suppose she'll have to do," said Sibylla, 'after a moment, in a slightly modified tone. Letty ran down stairs to do her sis ter's bidding with her usual alacrity. Sibylla drew the letter from its euro lope and read it a second time. Xt ran thus: "Julien: It simply eaunot be, 1 do not love you as X ought. I have known this lor a long time, aiul I have honestly tried to feel differently, but I cannot. You m not a mail whom a woman should hive to try to love. Think well of me if you can, for I havo been honest with yon. You would he excusable for despising me, perhaps, but you will do nothing o' the kind. You will remain my faith ful aud respected friend, as I shall yours. SIBYLLA ASHLEY." The swift, straight dash nuder tho signature was drawn with Sibylla's ac customed firmness. She sealed her letter, and, looking up, enw a little colored girl standing bashfully in the doorway. The child was barefooted anil her dingy frock was in tatters, sho held a disreputable old straw hat by its one string. A frown gathered upon Sibyli's brow. "You little beggar, havo you no better clothes than thoso? Mercy, what a messenger !" and Sibylla burst out laughing in spite of herself. Chrissy was in dire confusion. "'Deed I has, Miss S'bylla; sliali I put 'em on?" "Yes, do, for heaven's sake- try to mako yourself decent and clean. X want you to carry a letter for me. If you succeed, Mies Letty will give you that little gray garden coat of mine. Yon must hurry." "Oh, Miss S'bylla!" erieil tho child, and in a moment sho was stumbling down tho staircase. In a short timo she was baok again. Her face nr d hands were clean anil her tangled kinks had been combed into something liko order. The. torn, soiled garment had been replaced by a neat pink frock, and Sibyli's garden coat was clutched tightly between her fingers, whero it had been placed bv Letty. "you're not to woar that eoat now, Chrissy; you'll look too ridiculous. Aunt Lena will out it down for you. Now listen to every word X say. You are to take this letter to the Exchange Hotel. It is for Captain Booth, and there is no answer. You are to eorne hack immediately. Kepeat that after ule." Chrissy did so without a mistake. "That is a simple thing; see if yon can't remember it until you get to town." "'Deed I'll do jus' 'zaokly as you say, Miss S'bylla." After the child had gone Sibylla sat for a while with her bauds clasped above her head. The sleeves falling back showod her two perfectly mould ;ed arms. Then sho took a book from the table, and, opening it, stared at it absently for a few minutes. "Come here, Letty," she said, clos ing tho book and holding out n hand toward where her sister sat quietly sewing at the other side of the room. Sho drew Letty close to her anil laid lier head against the younger girl's arm. "I want you to kiss me," sho murmured. Letty flushed with pleasure, and taking tbo beautiful bead between her hands kissed Sibylla's month. "I am not goiug to marry Julion, Letty. 1 havo just broken the en gagement." Chrissy trotted along the throe-mile stretch of road between the Ashley homestead and the town, Sibylla's let ter tucked in her bosom. Anon she skipped and laughed at the intoxicat ing thought of tho beautiful gray eoat at home. She drew in great breaths of the sweet early summer air, aud trumpeted shrilly in imitation of tho elephant sho had seen at the eireus. Her heart was filled with tho very joy of living, aud sho knew nothing of the heavy tidings she bore in tho bosom of her pink frook. She longed to chase butterflies through a wood, liko that lovely little girl in the story Miss Letty had read to her. She looked to left and right, but saw no butterflies. A little way ahead wero two cows grazing by tho roadside. Cows wero not butterfles, but Chrissy must cliase something, j and the cows were at hand, "Hi, yi!" she cried shrilly, and ran down Ihe dusty road, and every few steps leapiug high in tho air. "1100, boo!" she roared, like a lion. It was great fun. Tho placid auiinals lum - bered heavily along before her, but not fast enough for Chrissy. She had taken Sibylla's letter from her bo3om for greater security when sho began to run, and now held it in her hand. "iVoo, woo! it's wild beasts alter yon !" sho shouted. One big, duu-col ored cow rebelled at a further chase, and turning out tried to climb tho bauk by the road. "Shoo 1" cried Chrissy, iu hot pursuit, waving her hands. Tho desperate animal turned and lnadehlown the bank directly toward the girl. "Go 'way, go 'way!" sho licwled, and Sibylla's letter fell to tho roadside on a choice spot of moisp earth, just whero, a second letter, a heavy bovine hoof pressed it into the mud. Chrissy instantly forgot her own ter ror, and the shriek, ending in a sob of rage, which she uttered, was more dreadinspiring than any of her previ ous imitations of wild animals. "Oh, you harv'blo beast—yo' great foot on my beau'ful letter! Look at it, all oovo'd wi' nasty mud! I can't nevab, uevah take it liko that, an' I was so happy jts'uow!" She burst into a passion of tears. "What will I do—l might jes' as well run away from home. I uevah can face Miss S'bylla." Sho trudged slowly homeward, still sobbing miserably and taking a poor consolation intho thought that "p'raps Miss S'bylla'd write it over ag'iu—- she wiritos so quick 'n so beau'ful." Semes black clouds were gathering iu the west and there was a muttering of distant thunder, but Cbrissy feared only Sibylla's frown. She heard a | sound of a horse's hoofsbehiud her,an 1 | looliiug around beheld a sight wh -!i made her heart leap for joy. Captain j Julien Booth was riding slowly up the I road toward the Ashley house. "Now Miss S'bylla kin tell him lie'- solf," thought the child, "an' he won't need the lettah. But she'U ax me to' it." she thought tho next iustant. "I'd better run home an' 'fess it all; I kin get there liefo' Cap'n Booth if I run fas'." Then the prospect of immediately facing Sibylla with her dread confes sion overpowered tho girl. " 'Tain't uo use," she muttered, as she dropped back into a walk ; "I might jes' as well die." Captain Julien Booth had risen at dawn and had spent tho morning rid ing slowly through country lanes med itatiug on tho step he was about to lake. "It may bo tho act of a brave man or of a coward," he had "said to himself a score of times that day. When in the early spring he asked Sibylla Ashley to marry him ho loved her passionately, or thought ho did. He loved her so no longer, or believed he did not. Tho charm of her wonder ful beauty was as potont as ever; but the iraperiousness of her manner, tho directness of her speech which had so fascinated him at first, hal ended by making him uneasy. Sho had been sr accustomed to liomago and obedience from every one, that ho feared she would exact from him mora than he could give. Ho had a growing fear that she was lacking in womanly ten derness. He had ended in believing that they would bo miserable together, and had mado up his mind to tell her so and to abide by her decision. In tho woods that morning he had gone over all that ho would say. Ho had prepared for every consequence of his determination—for her bitter scorn, for her cool contempt, for ber superb, disdainful silence and for— but no, that thought was dismissed at once. The man did not livo for whom Sibylla Ashley would Bhed u tear. Then he had laughed aloud at this rehearsal of a tragedy—the slaying of their happy lovo life. Booth rehears ing Othollo is not ab3urb, but Othello rehearsing herself 1 He would tell her that he was ready to stand by his 'promise; and then he tried to imagine the look in Sibylla Ashley's eye 3 when n man told her, in effect, that he did not want hor, but would take her if she insisted. That flash of lightning which almost Minced him as he reaohed the Ashley gate was pale in comparison. For n momont ho thought of riding by. Ho wanted to postpone the in terview—he needed moro time for thought. Then ho threw his head up and his j shoulders back as he turned his horse I and rode through the gate. "It is the act of a bravo man or of a I coward; I shall not make it the act of a cowa.d," he said. j After Sibylla had been left alone she i sat for awhile and wondered how Jul j ien would leceive her letter. Perhaps , he would come out in the ovening. She j hoped he would not. Sibylla wanted j to hear no entreaties; she droaded a soene. It would.be so much better if Julion would write a sorrowful, manly note and accept her docision. Then they could meet after that as friends. (If courso, ho would bo unhappy for a long time ; she expected that. It made Sibylla herself feel a littlo sad, now that it was done. But that would soon pass. Sho wonderod how far Chrissy was on the road, and if Julien would be at the hotel when she arrived. She went down stairs nnd walked on the lawn a3 far as the gate, where sho had so often parted from him. Sho saw the rain clouds gathering and returned to her room. She tried to read but could not. She heard tho sound of a horse's hoofs below tho window and looking out her lips turned pale. Julien was riding up the drive. He mu3t have galloped all the way from the towu, she Enid, as sho hurriol from tho win dow to her mirror. Julien threw his bridle to Absalom, who was hopping about on ono foot before tho door. In the hall he met Letty, who with soared eyes told him that Sibyila was at home, and ran up stairs to warn her sister. When Sibylla entered ho was at the window. Sho closed tho door and stood looking at him in silence. Tho color had not yet returned to her ohoek3, and Julien, she saw, was very pale. For a long moment they stood looking into each olhor's eyes. "Will yon not give me your hand, Sibylla," Julien said at last in a voice unlike his own. "Why should I not do scr?" she said kindly, and advancing plaoed her hand in his. "Perhaps after to-day, Sibylla, you will never give me your baud again, for tho words I have come to say to you are surely the hardest that muu can speak to woman." She drew her hand away quiokly. "Do not say them then," sho said with e.ll her old imperiousness—"I forbid you I"—then in an altered voice: "Julien, I havo been a weak or a wicked woman, perhaps, bat remem ber lam a proud woman. I know all that you have to say. Don't reproaoh me." Ho stared hard at wliero she stood, looking at him with kindly, sorrowful eve 3; then sank trembling upon a chair. Sho had read what was in his mind the instant she eutered tho room. What u marvelous sym pathy existed between them! She was making liis task easy, but oh, how doubly hard I "How long havo you known this, Sibylla?" ho asked after a while. "How long? How can I measure it by timo?" she said with a touch of im patience. "It was days, weeks ago that I became conscious of that into finable something which had ejmi be tween us. T fe't that we wo'e grow jug iiutuor apart, nnd 1 tried to dr.ia myself nearer yon. Yos, I tried. But even when I was most affectionate, eveu-when you held me closet, I felt it most strongly - oh, miserable sham and preteueo; Julien, why do you inaku mo speak of it?" "Sibylla, it was not sham and pre tence—it was real—while it lasted it was true." "Think to if you can; even truth has its phasos and mutations I sup pose." Then she added more gently, "I want you to beliovo the best of, me." Captain Booth bout his head and covered his eyes with his hand. He attompted to speak, but only succeeded in making a sound like a groan. Sibylla rose and stood besido him. "Julien," sho said, "I am not wont to speak slightingly of myself, but I am not tho woman to make yon happy. All my lifo I have been humored and indulged. I should havo demanded lunch from you nnd should not have been satisfied with loss" —his very thought. "Somewhere there is an other woman who will make you a better wifo than I—" "Not that—Sibylla—think any thing but that—l swear there is no other woman !" "Not now; hut there will bo one day, of couree." Ho was silent a moment. "You do not dispiso me Sibylla?" he asked in a low voice. ' 'Despise you—despise you, Julien ?" Sho touched his hair sottly. "I honor and respect you more than any man 1 ever knew." Captain Booth raised his head and gazed at her with adoring eyes. Then, as he continued to look upward iuto her calm, lovely face, the slid slowly iruin his chair and fell on his knees before her. Ho bent his head, and taking tho hem of her robe tenderly and as though it were a sacred thing, he raised it to his lips. Then be stood up, took a few steps backward, with head inclined, and was gone. It was a beautiful, triumphant end ing to the interview bUo had so dreaded, and it satisfied Sibylla Ash ley. As the door closed behind Julien she suddenly realized that the rain was falling in torrents. Could she, ; after that magnificent exit, call after | him to get an umbrella from tho rack, but to be careful not to take the heavy 1 black silk one because it was bet graudfather's, aud he never lent it? How ridiculous! Swiftly sho orosse-l the room and opened the door. "Julien, I cannot let you go in the rain," sho said. Captain Booth was at the front door. He did not trust himself to speak, but waved his hand without turning his head. The door olosed behind him, a tremondous clap of thunder shook the house. Sibylla ran , baok into tho parlor, threw herself i upon a sofa and burst into tears. ! Julien walked rapidly toward the | barn after his horse. He heard a pat ter of bare feet and became aware that a small colored girl was running beside him trying to hold a big ging ham umbrella over his head. "You're never goin' to ride out, in his rain, Capt'nßooth,"criedAbsalom from the hayloft as Julien entorod the barn door. The young man stood for a long time staring out at tho brilliant green of the dripping shrubbery, under neath which tho chickens, ruffled and sullen wore huddled. He looked down into Chrissy's swollen face and brim ming eyes, and wondered vaguely if she was crying because sho was sorry for him. Then ho looked up at tho leaden, streaming sky and tried to imagine what bis life was going to be like without Sibylla Ashley. . . . Of what noxious hellebore or night shade had ho drunk that he fauoiod her lacking in tenderness?—this glo rious, beautiful women whom ha had just renounced, and whom, ho knew now, he loved with all his soul. Ho darted out into tho rain again and strode back to the house. Chrissy still ran at his side. He pushed tho front-door open. The souud of his footsteps on tho hall floor was drowned by the fury of the storm. Ho heard Letty's voice, and then Sibylla's. She was sobbing. "I sent him away in tho rain, Letty. . . . He behuvod so beautifully— so nobly, ... I did not think it could be so hard." "Don't orv, dear," said Letty. "It is better so, sinco you do not love him." "Bat—but—l do love him. I didn't know how much till now that I havo lost him forever." The door opened softly, nnd Julien stood within tho room. Sibylla was lying on the sofa, her face buried in tho pillows. Letty stood besido her, holding her hand. She dropped it with a start as she saw Julieu, who held up a warning finger. "Don't go away, Letty!" sobbed Sibylla, and then using almost tho words of Egypt's miserable and de serted queen, "Don't talk to me—jnsfc pity me 1" She reached out gropingly to take Letty's hand again. Sweet Letty sim ply faded out of the room, and it wa3 Julien'shand that Sibylla clasped. "Letty, I know he will ne never come back ! lie said hardly a word, but looked so mi—miserable! llow tight you are holding my liau I—you hart me, Lstty 1" She suddenly sat upright. Julien was kneeling beside her, his arm was around hor waist. A sob was trcmb - ling on her lips. There rtust be an outlet; a fit of hysterical, undignified weeping if she pushed him away, aud there was his shoulder waitiug for hor head, so comfortable, so restful a haven. Before she realized it, nnd by no volition of hers, yet wilh no resist ance, hor face wa3 buried there, Jn lien'a oheek pressed against her own, and his arms held her close. "I con'l nti- or naturo and outdoor life. 'Tho spot cuosou for the wedding was on the wooded shores of tho lake, whero encircling trees and vines formed n natural audience chamber, arouud which ruse sloping banks o. ferns and shrubs. A company of about twenty friends and relatives embarked in small boats about 5 o'clock in the aftenooa and wero rowed to this beautiful place. 'The two ministers stood on the mossy carpet in the centre of tho spot, with tho friends grouped around them. 'The brido and groom came down a path through tho woods and took their positions before the ministers, and tho nuptial vows were taken. Congratulations and good wishes wero showered upon tho njwly mar ried pair as they stopped down to the shore. Tho bride took her seat in the bow of tho boat, while tho husbaDd plied the oars, and tboy were soon out of sight. It was a toano never to bo forgotten. It presented a picture of an ideal mar riage, celebrated in nn ideal way, and in keeping with ttio simple tnstos and high ideals of the brido and groom.— New York Herald. MENDING AS A TRADE. One of the charitablo activities of public-spirited women in London that is said to bo doing muok good is a "mending guild." Tho probabilities are that there will bo ono iu Now York soon. Mrs. L. S. Bainbridgo, Super intendent of tho Woman's Branch of tho Now York City Mission, thinks well of it, and intends to organizo n guild right away. 'The iutcutiou is to furnish work, iu the way of mending and plain sowing, for that class which is always so piti fully prominent in large cities—that of persons who have been reduced in circumstances, and yet havo so much prido that they caunot tako employ ment which would ho welcomed by others who always havo been accus tomed to laboring for others. Theso reduced women aro not lazy. Indeed, they aro eager for work. Bat they do not know how to procure it, and consequently are in a stato of destitu tion that is worse than any endured by their sisters whoso wants are moro often brought to tho notioe of the public. In hundreds of families in New York thero is a "mending basket" that is never less than full and running over. There aro garments of all kinds that seem to become ragged without rhyme or reason, and that never yield to the attaoks of ueodlo an I thread to any satisfactory extent. Yet tho house wife is auxions to sea- the heapf of torn olothing reduoed, and is willing to pay reasonably foi help, She knows, howover, that the average seamstress is not of much uso in darn ing and patching, and that the work is not likely to bo satisfactory if done by her. Here is the ohanco for the reduced gcntlowoman. If tho guild comes in to existence it will bring the house wife with tho big basket of ragged clofhe3 and the neat-handed woman anxious for work together. Tho prop osition is that there shall bo aa of ficial in connection with the guild who fh.Ol be herself a practioed needle womau, with a proper understanding of tho value of the work to bo done, and the best kind of person to do it. The women who need work will give their names and addresses to the guild, and tho officer whoso duty it will be to arrange tho work and tho price to bo paid for it will select tho woman she considers most adapted to a par ticular job. 'The soalo of prices must ncoeßsarily be moderate, but still high enough to reimburse tho worker fairly.—New York Frees. GOSSIP. The Woman's Exchange in Philadel phia had receipts of nearly ftJo.OOO in the year ending February 1, lo'jj, and is Ireo from debt. Mrs. Julia Bradley, of Peoria, 111., has loft by will over 32,000,000 for a polytechnic institute to tie associated with the Chicago University. Mayor Dorau, of St. Paul, Mian., has appointed Mrs. S. V. Boot, promi nent iu society, a speoial police ofiioer, possessing full power to make arrests. Munoie (Ind.) young women have a cold feet club whose nowest and most popular amusement is a "corn roast," at which the chilly members are warmed around a fire. Misu May Abraham, tho new English superintendent of factory inspectors, is a beautiful woman of tho Semitic type. She began her career as Lady Dilke's private secretary. At tho last meeting of the convoca tion of the Law Society of Upper Canada, held in Toronto, the legal committee wero directed to frame rules providing for tho calling of women to the bar. Even in India tho new woman is be ginning to appear. Miss Cornelia So rabjee, B. A., barrister-at law,of Puna, has formed a business partnership with K. P. Gadgill, harrister-at-law, ol the same place. Miss Eliza Taleott, who has been a missionary in Japan for twenty-five years, an I acted as a nurse iu tho Japanese army during tho war with China, is visiting her old homo iu Bookville, Conn. Mrs. Beck Meyer, a Scandinavian lady who represented three Scandina vian countries at tho international Woman's Congress at tho World's Fair, is at present a special lecturer at Sua ford University, California. The death is aunotincod from Paris of tho Countess de Buret, who, under the Second Empire, occupied a brill iant position at tho court. Owiug to a snceession of financial misfortunes, sho had been reduced almost to pov erty. It is not generally kuown that tho late Lady Tennyson was herself quito a jioet. She set to music many of her husband's songs and it was sho who wrote the musio of the words which wero sung nt Tennyson's funeral and whioh ho dictated on his doath bod. Iu remembrance of tho horoio deeds of Miss Edith Ledingham, a memorial is to he raised in West Ham Cemetery, England, whero she is buried. Sho was second stewardess on board tho stermship lona, which caught fire iu Soptomber last off Claeton-on-Seu. Miss Ledingham tried to save tho life of a child whioh was in tho cabiu, but lost her own in doing so. Mrs. Hendsh, who is known in tho West as tho Queen of tho Chnokawalla, has made $1,01)0,000 solely by her own efforts. Her mines yioid her thousands of dollars a mouth. Sho is her own geologist, prospeotor and superinten dent, uud attends to all the details of her business herself. Sho has a beau tiful homo nt Ilivcrsido, Gal., a-jd is said to ho a womnu of charm and cul ture, FASHION NOTES. Eeal rangouta will be n very popular member of tho color card. Buttons to match belt buckles aro the latest feminine extravagance. Beptilo jewelry has a strange fascin ation for oven the most timid nud re finod womeD. The fair golfer has her note paper decorated with a tiny god stick, the fiat end of whioh bears her monogram. As tho season ulvancos velvet rib bon iu black and pretty autumn foli age colors will be in great use both with dressmakers and milliners. The greatest novelty in wraps is tho model fitted with a back, cut in three pieces, with dolman sleeves sewed in with the back seams, but falling loose ly in Iront. Tho collar is iu Stuart shape. Japanese crape is an a Imirahlo and inexpensive material for covering pil lows. In dark luue, with largo white conventional fiowen wan leriug over it, it is most etfeotive. Both ohiutz nud cretonne make pretty pillows, an I the pillows eovered with pluiu gingham ate amoDg favorites of the season,