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A leading pastor in an Ohio town
has induced many of the women in
his congregation to remove their hate
in church. There seems to bo no
greater reason for wearing big hate
in church than in the theatres.
"They are gone, God knows where!"
fs the significant account given of the
reconcentrados by one of the chief
Spanish officers in Cuba. That grim
statement is the fittiug epilogue oi
the history of Spanish rule iu the
Pearl of the Antilles.
A Boston paper prints the adver
tisement of a society devoted to the
culture of mushrooms, which ends
with the significant advice; "Come
and be identified with us." If one
intends to indulge promiscuously in
eating mushrooms, however, it prob
ably would be just AS well to carry an
identification carcl iu the pocket.
In 1860 tho manufacture of silk in
tbe United States amounted to SO,-
607,771 iu value. This amount was
doubled in the next decade, aud that
Amount was more than trebled in
1880. The end OF the next decade
showed that the total had more than i
doubled again. It is estimated that a
recent compilation made by the secre
tary of the American Silk association
shows that in the live years following
1800 tbe rate of increase bus even ac
celerated, tho estimate of the silk
manufacture of the United States to
day being nearly, if not quite, $150,-
000,000 per annum.
German shipbuilders are doing fair
ly well outside of mercantile orders.
Within three years they have deliv
ered twenty-four war vessels for other
maritime powers, including China,
Brazil, Turkey, Austria, Norway and
Sweden. It is true that among these
two dozen vessels there is not a sin
gle battleship, aud but three armored
cruisers — for China— the balance be
ing torpedo boats and destroyers.
However there are now on file orders
for twenty-two warships, including
one armored cruiser for Japan and
three large cruisers for Russia. Bo
Germany is doing quite well in this
liue— although it is not unlikely that
our recent naval record will interfere
somewhat with future foreign orders
to shipyards in the Kaiser's realm.
The supreme conflict of the nations
in the twentieth century is to be one
of trade, observes tbe New York Mail
and Express. A people incapable of
keeping pace with the new era of com
mercial expausiou and colonial gov
ernment must sink steadily in influ
ence. Spain has lost her colonies,
and her commercial importance has
dwindled vastly in consequence.
France has displayed the limit of her
colonial aptness in Madagascar, and
it is so discouraging as to promise
little of lastiug value in either Cen
tral Africa or Southern China, when
compared with the accomplishment of
other powers. Italy's fiasco in East
Africa, in her Abyssinian ambition,
dealt a death blow to her foreign pros
pects. In the similarity which ex
isted in the intellectual influences
governing the early literature of
France, Italy, Spain and Portugal is
found the root of deterioration which
these nations experidbce in common
today. Present decadence runs not In
(I national stream mflrely, but in a
current which is Latin, and,therefore,
all-embracing iu Southern Europe,
A Secondary Matter.
My Dearest Papa: Please do not
think I am writing homo again for
more money, as such Is not the case.
However, so long aB I am writing, I
may as well ask you to send me SIOO.
Please send It by return mail. Youra
In haste. Bessie.
Horror, of tho War.
The latest atrocity in the song line
is "The Rough Riders' Serenade." It
begins, "I am lying in my tent, sweet
Marie," and is on the same emotional
order as "After the Ball" and Grand
ma's Teeth Are Plugged with Zino."—
Minneapolis Journal
WHEN THE COWS COME HOME.
••Clink, clink, clink-clink, a clinkety
alink"—
Through the ragged brush of the pasture
path,
And the "old boss" stops at the brook to
drink,
And tosses her head with a iest of wrath.
With hooves sunk deep in the brook's black
loam,
And muzzle deep in the lazy stream,
Sbo waits for the laggard herd to come.
With ears that droop und eyes that
dream.
Her sleek 9ides bulge with contentedness
And her udders drip with an overflow
That blotches with white the watercress
That sags with the current, to and frow.
The eddies whirl where her long tail flings
Its tufted end with a listless toS9,
And the gurgling water swings and sings
Like whirling wings in the brooksido
moss.
As the water clears of its muddy rile
And the old boss drinks, with nostrils
flared,
The dusk, slow stealing, mile on mile,
Grows dark whore the deep woods stand
ensnared
On the east horizon's farthest rim,
And out of the twilight's hazy height,
Whore the Dog Star loiters, white and dim,
A drifting swallow pipes good-night.
Then, drowsily, with a soul-deep breath,
The old boss raises her head and sighs,
And, bright as a sword from its guarding
sheath,
The sunset gleams in her glowing eyes.
It turns the bell at her throat to gold
t* And silvers the red of her silk coat,
And the tell-tale leaves of the year grown
old
Turn pale in tho pools where they lie
afloat.
Out of tho silence, shrill and high,
A voice of the farmyard quavers through:
"Come, boss! come, boss! come, boss!" its
cry,
And the old boss softly answers, "Mool"
Only the call of tho cow—that's all;
Only a wistful moo, and yet
It seems that I heard my childhood call—
And the dusk is here and my eyes are
wet.
—lb C. lb, in Chicago Times-Herald.
gooooooooooooooooooooooooo
§ THE MILLER'S SECRET. |
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fegg IGOROUS, oven
]of " Maitre
V|sl /Mm Cormille had
X\~/j/ worked his
Jjffl windmill for
Bix 'y y ea ™. an *'
piece of himself.
tVh , Xoucanimagine
what the effect
on him was when tho steam mills were
introduced. For a week he ran about
the village trying to stir up the people
and warning them against the folks
who were,' coming to poison Provence
with their new and dangerous devices.
"Don't have anything to do with it,"
he cried. "To use steam for making
bread is an invention of the devil. I
work with the Mistral and the Tra
montana, which are the breath of the
good God." He was really quite elo
quent on the subject, but the people
paid no attention whatever, and went
on getting their Hour at the new mills.
Then the old follow shut himself up
in his mill and lived all alone like a
wild beast. He would not oven keep
with him his grandchild Vivette, a girl
of fifteen, who, since the death o{ her
parouts, had only her grandfather to
look to. The poor little thing had to
go ont fruit picking or into service at
the farms, and yet he seemed fond of
her and would walk a dozeu miles to
one of the farms where she was work
ing, and when he got there would sit
for hours lookiug ut her, often with
the tears iu his eyes. In the neigh
borhood people thought that ho had
sent her away because he grudged the
cost of keeping her, and that it did
him no credit to let the poor child go
about from ouo farm to another, ex
posed to the bullying of tho masters
and all the dangers that beset a girl in
her unprotected state. It was also
thought very queer that a respectable
\ man like Maitre Cormillo should go
about such an object. He looked Buck
a scarecrow, nlmost in rags as he was. |
| with his battered old bat, that wo felt
quite ashamed to have him sit with us
at church, aud I supposed he mußt
have guessed it, for after a bit he took
to sitting in the free seats. There was
a mystery iu his life. For along time
no one in tho village had taken any
corn to him to grind, and yet his mill
was always going, and iu the evening
we used to meet the old man coming
home, driving before him a donkey
laden with great sacks of flour.
"Good evening' Maitre Cormille,"
we would say, "How's business with
yon? I see your mill is always going."
"Yes, children, it is going still," he
would answer cheerfully. "Thank
God, we don't want for work."
Then if you asked him where on
earth the work came from he would
purse up his lips nnd answer, "Oh, I
work for exportation," and there was
no more to be got ont of him.
As to putting ono's foot inside his
mill, no one ever dreamed of doing
that. The door was always shut when
one passed and the great sails always
turning, the old donkey grazing in
the field, and a wretched-looking un
canny black cat taking tbe air on
tbe wall and looking unamiably at
yon.
Well, the secret was discovered at
last, and this was how it happened:
I had noticed for some time that
little Vivette and my eldest boy were
getting fond of one another; and I
had nothing against it, because, after
all, the name of Cormille had always
been held in honor among ns, nnd
then it would be rather nice to have a
bright little thing like that about the
house. Only I thought the thing
onglitto be done in proper form, so I
went up to the mill one day to talk it
over with the grandfather.
Ah, the old sorcerer! Yon should
have seen how he received me, I
conld not got him to open the door. I
said my say as well as I could through
the keyhole, aud all the while there
was his miserable skeleton of a black
cat yelling like a demon just over my
bead. The old mnu never gave me a
chance to explain myself. He called
but that I had better take myself off.
anil that if I were in a hurry to have
my boy married I could get hold of a
girl at the steam mills. You can im
agine how angry I was, but I thought
I had better leave the old fellow to
himself, and so I went back and told
the poor children the result of my
visit. They could Jiardly believe it,
and asked me as a favor to let them
go and see what they could do. I had
not the courage to refuse them, and
off the couple went.
When they arrived Maitre Cormille
had just gone out. The door was
double-locked, but the old fellow be
fore starting had left his ladder out
side, and suddenly it occurred to them
that they would get iu at the window,
which they did.
Strange to say, the large room was
empty; not a sack of grain to be seen,
nor a speck of flour on the floor or
the cobweb-covered walls. Upstairs
in the old man's room everything had
the same look of poverty and desola
tion. A wretched bed, a few rags
lying about, apiece of bread on the
stairs, and then in the corner a sack
or two from whioh escaped some
pieces of chalk and plaster.
This was his secret. It was this
that ho brought home in the evening
to save the honor of the mill and to
make believe that it still had work.
Poor old mill! Poor Cormille! A
long while ago the steam mills had
taken away his last customer. The
sails still went rouud, but there was
nothing to grind.
The two poor young things came
, back crying and told me what they
had seen. It wrung my heart to hem:
them. Without losing a moment I
went to the neighbors and told them
the whole tale in half-a-dozen words.
We agreed on the instant to carry to
the mill all the grain we could scrape
together. No sooner said than done.
All the village turned out, and we set
off [in fprocession with a tribe of
donkeys laden with flour—real flour,
this timel
As we drew near wo saw the doffr
wide open, and Maitre Cormille sitting
before it on a saok of plaster, weeping
with his face in his hands. He had
just learned that his secret had been
discovered. "Now I havoonly to die,
the mill is dishonored!" He was sob
bing fit to break your heart, and call
ing the mill by all sorts of pet names,
speaking of it as if it were a living
thing.
I The donkeys pulled up on the green
[ before the mill, and we all called out,
"Hallo, miller; hallo, Maitre Cor
mille," just as the customers always
did in the old days
Maitre Cormille started, and well he
might. Ho saw the sacks with the
beautiful red wheat burst out of them;
he took some in his hand, and said,
laughing and Crying at once, "It is
wheat. Good heavens! it is really
wheat. Let me look at it,." Then
turning to us, "I knew you would
come '.back to me," he said. "Ajl
those steam mills are frauds." We
wanted to carry him through the
lage in triumph, but he would not
have it. "No, ho, ohildren. I must
go and give my mill [something to eat.
It is long enough, poor thing, since
she has had anything between her
teeth."
It was really touching to see the
poor old fellow running here and there,
emptying the sacks, working the mill,
while the corn was being crushed he'-
tween the grindstones and the fine
flour dusttjew up to the ceiling.
Let mo do myself and my friends
the justice to say that from that time
we never let the old man lack work.
But wheu he died the sails of our last
windmill ceased to turn, for no qne
took the place. Ah, well, they have
had their day, like the periwigs and
stage coaches. It is the way of the
world.—From tho French of Alphonse
Daudet.
Setting Bach a Boiler's Bulge,
An ingenious method has recently
come into vogue (with engineers, in
tho practice of setting back the bnlge
in a boiler. Briefly, ah iron bucket
is fltted to one end of an iron pipe, the
latter extending slightly beyond the
side of the pail,this end being stopped
up. The pipe's diameter is between
one and two inches, small holes are
bored in the part of tho pipe that
comes within the bucket, so as to fur
nish a draft, and Are clay is used to
line the pail with; a bellows is attached
to the other end of the pipe, which is
also provided with a cross bar so that
tho bucket may bo tipped to any de
sired angle. After tho bulged part of
the boiler has been heated by this ap
paratus, a jack is inserted in the
boiler, and by means of it the bulged
part is forced back to its original posi
tion. The top of the jack is not
placed against the boiler, but a thin
sheet of red hot iron is put between
it and the boiler, this iron being
shaped like the boiler's surface. A
largo plate is put under the jack, so
that all the strain may[not come on one
part of a boiler, but may be distri
buted evenly. In this way any internal
rulging is easily repaired.
Her Last Request a Caution.
"Ho it so!" haughtily spoke l arold
Higgamore. "Lucretia McGiunis, you
have rejected me with contempt and
scorn. I meet your rejection with
equal contempt and scorn, and am
ashamed of myself for having stooped
to beg for your baud. There are not
only as good fish in the sea as
ever have been caught, but there are
better! Miss McGinnis, I have the
honor to wish you good afternoon!"
-VTliat's all right, Harold," said the
young woman, yawning slightly. "But
pleaso 'don't turn on your heel' as you
stride indignantly away. It's hard on
the carpet."—Chicago Tribune.
Keeps Tend! in Pocket.
Pencils can be securely held in at
ordinary pocket by a handy new de
vice formed of a wire clip to grip the
edge of the flap at one side," with a
loop to receive the pencil.
PORTO RICO PESTS
Difficulties Which the Cuttle Kaisers Find
Almost Insurmountable.
Ttvo pests have to be fought by the
cattle raisers of Porto Hico which
would be altogether strange to a farmer
of the North. One is the guava and
the other is a peculiar plant called by
the local people "mori vivi." The
guava, where it is welcomed, is used
as a worthy fruit and furnishes the
universal dessert for the dinner in
Cuba and this islaud—guava paste with
cheese. But on the cattle ranch it is
anathema. Wherever the guava grows,
cattle eat the fruit with avidity. They
scatter the seeds all about the ranch,
and the energetio guava multiplies.
It is of rapid growth, aud almost im
possible of extermination except by
the closest care. Like the thistles of
some Northern farms, it overwhelms
nature and takes the place for its own.
The other pest, which by a free
translation may be called "it lives and
it Aie&," is a sensitive plant in its
action, but extremely hardy in its
ability to survive attack. The centre
of the little weed is surrounded by a
series of very sharp and stiff pines
which lie flat on the ground when the
plant is not disturbed. At the first
toiich, however, they rise erect and
bristle with points like a porcupine on
a small scale.
As the cattle graze about the pasture
they come to these armored weeds aud
attempt to eat the tempting bit in the
center. Then the spines rise to stab
the tender nose of the destroyer, and
he retreats in haste. It does not take
long for cattle to learn the wisdom of
not poking their noses into the mori
vivi. Then the plant multiplies un
molested until it may even overrun a
pasture. It not only protects itself in
this fashion, but it prevents the cattle
from reaching other grasses that may
be growing with it.
These two pests are worse enemies
than the Spaniards to a plantation
which has been left to care for itself
for a time. Sometimes they claim a
whole pasture so completely that it
must be abandoned for a season while
the interlopers are exterminated.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Safety and success are the ends of
all wise counsel.
Speak well of your friend, of your
enemy, say nothing.
Temptation is not dangerous until
you want to yield to it.
Judgment and decision are man's
great wheels of fortune.
110 who says what ho likes will hear
what he does not like.
A man's manners are the mirror in
which he shows his portrait.
Fashion rules the largest empire,
and collects her tax in gold aud blood.
It is an easy matter to love our
friends, but it requires some effort to
love our enemies.
Be what you wish others to be
come. Let yourself, and not your
words, preach for you.
The man who takes stand for tho
good works for improvement, aud
gives his influence in favor of reform,
will have enemies, while he who
agrees with everybody, and has no
idea of his own, may get along more
easily.
It ia pleasant to be appreciated.
Persons work better wben they know
that their efforts command approval.
Nothing ia lost by kindly words of in
terest and recognition. Flattery is
offensive, bnt appreciation of an
other's kindness and service is always
acceptable.
Gentleness, which belongs to virtue,
is to be carefully distinguished from
the mean spirit of cowards and fawn
ing assent of sycophants. It removes
no just right from fear, it gives up no
important truth from flattery; it is, in
deed, not only consistent with a lirm
mind, but it necessarily requires a
manly spirit and a fixed principle in
order to give it any real value.
The Great Tin Industry.
Tin is worked in North Carolina,
Virginia nnd Alabama; very extensive
prospecting has been done in South
Dakota and in California, and tin
mines are said to exist in Texas and
several Western States, but the total
American output is so small as to cut
no figure in the market. Tho world's
supply of tin was, in 1896, over 80,-
000 tons, of which England produced
8000; the Straits Settlement 50,000,
all of which was shipped to England,
America or China; Bauea, 6000;
Billitong, 4000; Bolivia, 3000, while
small quantities were produced in
Mexioo, Japan, Burmah, Russia,
Portugal, Spain, Germany and Austria.
The imports of tin into this country
in bars, blocks, pigs or grains during
tho year 1897 were 50,460,123 pounds,
American Shoes In Germany.
Twenty years ago Amoricau shoes
were unknown in Germany. Within
the past eighteen months the amount
of imports lias increased rapidly. The
many improvements in American ma
chinery and the careful attention paid
by American manufacturers to style
and finish have placed American shoes
in the front rank. The demand for
American shoes in Germany has not
been created through the efforts of
manufacturers, but through consuls
and resident Americans. Many Ger
mnns are now ordering shoes from
American retail houses and have them
sent over by freight, "An American,"
says the consul at Leipzig, "can always
be distinguished in a European crowd
by his shoes."
Intelligent Classification.
The following entries appear in the
recently issued volume of the English
Reference Catalogue:
| load, copper.
Metallurgy.
Kindly light (Newman),
Poisoning.
—Library Journal.
MOTHERHOOD.
Oh. what so true, so pure, so good,
As lovo and prldo ot motherhood?
Tho tender watohlng and the oaro,
That have no likeness anywhere?
What men most bbld would liar to' da
A mother's hoart will carry through.
Love Is too strong to think on death,
A child Is more than living breath.
A mother's love is fond and wise,
Her soul is In her baby's eyes;
To her tho laugh that shakes Its throat
Is sweeter than the thrush'B note.
Her life is In the child she boars,
Nor withers with the waste o( yenrsj
Though promise mav In failure die,
'TIs lovo that makes her woop and sigh.
Her love, indeed, outlives her days,'
Her children troasure up her praise;
Aud, though no more they see her face,
Her name retains its native graoe.
—New York World.
WINTER HATS IN FULL FEATHER.
Strange Combinations of Plumage a Fea
ture of New Millinery.
Winter hats are literally out in fall
feather, siuoe feathers of every known,
and of many heretofere unknown,
variety have come out at tho top of the
list in hat trimmings. There are the
usual extremes and exaggerations of
fashion, with many pretty modifica
tions, altogether charming and becom
ing.
Toques are larger, and nearly all of
them turn up in front with a glitter
ing Unokle or a bright rosette, with
osprey feathers. The crowns are
often in beefeater shape, or soft velvet
or silk, embroidered all over with
Borolls of narrow ribbon or worked
with steel or jet on net or horsehair.
Large hats with a brim, both medium
and extreme in size, figure largely in
the variety, with some French bonnets
very odd in shape, whioh will hardly
find favor. One is sprt of scoop or
poke shape, very short in the back,
aud suited only to the Madonna face.
It is fully decorated with feathers, as
is the ease with all huts this season.
Thero are mauy novelties in feathers,
all sorts and kinds of made varieties,
and what are called trimmed feathers.
Ostrich plumes tipped with spots of
chenille are one specimen, and spotted
effeots of all kinds are very much
used. The plumage of the guinea
fowl is a special feature of trimming,
both dyed and in its natural oillor, be
ing used sometimes as an edging for
brightly oolored wings. Quills of
every kind and color, pheasants'
plumage, and Meroury wings in all
light and dark shades are employed.
Large birds with four wings, real
butterflies on bustard quills, aud
osprey breast feathers with butterflies
are among the novelties. Feathers
aie not the whole millinery show,
however, varied as they are, for there
are lovely velvet plumes in soft, rich
purple reds, pretty combinations of
lace and fur and tulle and fur, which
is decidedly new.
Conflicting suggestions as to tho
kind of bat to bny and the special
variety whioh will be most popular are
ns usual very freely given, but it is
impossible to settlo on any one shape
ampng so many. l'he hat that turns
bnck from the face iij both becoming
and striking in effect, but there are
quite as many hats that tilt down over
the eyes. The most becoming hat is
the one to choose whatever the shape
may be. You are told that all-blaok
hats are not the thing, that bright
colors are to be very miich worn"; but
if yon put a bright rosette or a showy
rhjnestone buckle on your black bat
it will pass muster all the same. The
color used must bo bright and decided
to be effective, and not one of the
neutral tints ot soft dull reds which
are used for the entire hat of velvet.
Tulle is combined very prettily with
velvet, being used iff tiny gathered
ruches on tiie edge of the brim and
forming fome scroll design all over
tho crown. It matches tho velvet in
oolor, or may bo in a lighter or darker
shade. One stylish hat in black vel
vet has a twist of white silk fastened
with a handsome rhiuestono buckle
around the crown, which is embroid
ered with whito baby ribbon, and two
white ostrich feathers for a finish.
Colored felt hats, with foathers and
trimming to match aro very stylish.
Felt hats are considered especially
start this season for wear with tailor
made gowns, and it is said that white
felt hats are ooming into favor. A
shape in felt which is very odd has a
low, soft crown and a bowl-shaped
brim turning down to meet the hair
directly in the hack, where velvet
rosettes fill in either side. High puff's
of velvet and shot taffeta trim the
front, with ono feather in. th'e middle
turning toward the back.—New York
Sun.
Woman'. Fart In tlie Spanish War.
At every camp in the United States
where troops were being mobilized
women could be seen daily in their
visits of ministration to the soldiers.
Every hospital in the land has been
the recipient of bounties, the result of
women's work. It is not too much to
say that the women of the nation have
furnished a large per cent, of the hos
pital supplies, aud that, too, after
making a hard fight to be allowed to
do so, after becoming impatient at the
tardy and incomplete provision by the
Government for the rapidly multiply
ing patients. Days and weeks, were
spent in importuning the authorities
for admission before tbe indispensable
trained female nurses or saintly Sis
ters of Moroy and Charity were al
lowed in the hospitals. The inade
quate corps of nurses of the regular
army of twenty-live thousand men
were deemed sufficient in the face of
the increase to two hundred thousand,
inoludiug tho volunteer regiments,
not one of which brought a man fitted
or desiring to be detailed in the hos
pital service, and this with a register
of thousands of names of efficient,
eligible women impatient to enlist for
any field.
Finally tho department, because of
the alarming fatalities and a threat
ened epidemic of typhoid and other
fevers, yielded and placed in the
hands of the Executive Committee of
the Daughters of the American Revo
lution the power to appoint trained
nurses in the various army hospitals.
In the mean timo, fortunately for tho
sailors and soldiers of the nation,
through the Red Cross Society and in
the private and public hospitals of the
cities, many of our sick and wounded
were receiving the best of care and
the benefit of modern applianoes and
methods of treating medioal and
surgical patients. Women—God bless
them! from the highest to the lowest
walks of life—were everywhere busy
with their labors of love aud mercy.
Hospitnl ships shared in the contribu
tions of women aud societies of wom
en. Mrs. L. Z. Leiter's munificent
gift of a hospital at Chiokamauga has
been tbe greatest boon to the army
stationed on that historical ("round.
And not alone were tho nation's de
fenders the objects of their humanity
and tenderness. Their families came
in for a large share on the score of
their dependence upon those who had
gone in the service of their country.—
Mrs. John A. Logan, in Harper's Ba
zar.
One of Chicago'* Clever Women.
One of the.most widely known, most
generally consulted and busiest wom
en in Chicago is Dr. Sarah Ilackett
Stevenson. In 1876, at Philadelphia,
Dr. Stevenson was admitted to the
American Medical Association, the
first woman ever so honored. Since
then she has steadily followed her
profession with the exception of two
years, which she gave up to work in
the Chicago Woman's Club, of which
she was President during the World's
Fnir.
Dr. Stevenson is a widow, and took
up her work after her husband's
death. She had splendid opportunity
for study. During a visit to Europe
she met Professor Huxley, and studied
with him for two years. She now
holds tho chair of obstetrics in the
Woman's Medical College of the
North wci'teru University, and is
President and founder of the Chicago
Maternity Hospital, organized a little
over a year ago. This hospital is one
of the doctor's hobbies. It has two
unique features: On is that pntients
are not permitted to leave until tho
doctor feels assured they are perfootly
well and strong; the other feature is
the training of nursery maids. Young
women, preforably between the ages
of eighteen and twenty-five, are thor
oughly taught to care for babies. The
course is for six months, during which
timo instruction is given in tho proper
dressing aud feeding of infants and
small children, and the hygiene neces
sary to properly nurse the babies.
Thus has been opened a new profes
sion for young women, and Dr.
Stevenson says that there are fifty ap
plications for these trained children
nurses to one that can be filled.
Dr. Stevenson is a tall, stately wom
an, with almost white hair. She is
gentle and courteous to strangers,
though never effusive. She was in
strumental in founding the Illinois
Training School, the first of its kiud
in the West, and, altogether, is n wom
an that women delight to honor] and
one 'whom men would be proud to
know.—New York Mail and Express.
Fashion and Fancy.
Reppod silks of brilliant lustre are
meeting with great success this sea
son.
A curious novelty originating in
Paris is n striped cloth gown with
checked sleeves.
The covert coats in fashion nre very
plain, the revers small, the sleeves
coat-shaped, and the buttons on an in
visible fly.
Beautiful materials are found for
bonnet crowns, spangled and set with
mock jewels and worked in gold and
silver cord.
Handsome figured taffetas are to be
found now with tho small figures
woven iu the .taflfeta in black and
larger colored figures.
Some of the crystal buttons to be
seen are cut like diamonds, set into a
deep gold framework, and are very
brilliant. Other pretty buttons of this
style are ball shaped.
A pretty sleeve, which is tucked
nearly half way down the elbow, has
tho tuoks turned up instead of down.
It has that much-desired quality of be
ing "something different."
Matalasses in black and oolors, vel
vet with fancy stripes, tucked, braided,
corded and shirred materials, with au
endless variety in serges and home
spuns, are among the leading materials
for coat-Sues.
A QUEER LITTLE HEN.
There was once a little hen,
A dear little, queer little hen;
Her work was to lay
Just one egg every day,
And she did, this good little hen.
She'd fly up In a tree, and right then.
Seated high on a branch, this queer hen.
Her egg she would lay—
Her one egg every day.
This good little, queer little heb.
'Twasa strange thing to do, I must say,
Lay an egg from a tree every day,
And what good was the egg-
Just tell that, I beg-
That fell from the tree In that way?
But some people do things just as queer;
I know it; I've seen it, my dear.
They have a good thought,
But It just comes to naught;
From the wrong place they drop It, my
dear.
There's a lesson for you and for mo
From the heir that laid eggs In a tree.
If we do a right thing,
If a good thought we bring,
Let's not choose a wrong place, you and
me.
—New Orleans Dally Picayune.
PITH AND POINT.
"Were you born in a foreign coun
try, Mr. Jones?" "No, I was bom iu
my native land."
"What are you worrying about
now?" "I belong to tbe 'Don't
Worry Club,' and can't pay my dues."
; —Truth.
Mother—"Bless that boy of minel
He lets every poor child on the streets
have a taste of his castor oil."—Flie
gende Blaetter.
Benedick—"l believe I married the
woman who refused you?" Batehelor
—"You did." Benedick—"l envy you,
Bir. Acoept my congratulations."
First Tramp—"Do you believe dat
all t'ings comes to him dat waits?"
Second Tramp—"Wish I did! I
wouldn't do a t'ing but wait!"— Puck.
Not to Be Endured: "I had to let
my Frenoh lessons go," "Why was
I that?" "They were simply ruining
J my golf accent."—Chicago Record.
When with grandpa's hnrd-enrned coin
Our girls get in their peerage,
They forget while erossiug over in state
That grandpa crossed iu steerage.
—Chicago News.
"Why don't you let your moustaohe
grow?" asked Willie Wibble's friend.
"Why don't I let it?" was the echoed
response. "You mean why] don't I
make it!"
First,Traveler —"Did the guide help
you up the mountain?" SecondTrav
j eler—"Oh, yes! and he made me come
down handsomely, too."—Yonkers
| Statesman.
"I tm so annoyed. Ido not want
to invite that horrid Mrs. Prim to my
reception, yet I cannot slight her."
"Give her invitation to your husband
; to mail."—Truth.
"Hobson seems to be the hero of
the period," said the lady boarder. "I
thought tho Colon was all he was
after," said the Cheerful Idiot.—ln
dianapolis Journal.
"Do you like those short-haired
girls?" "Well, I don't know. They
can't scare a fellow off by saying:
'Look out! You'll muss my hair all
up.'"—Chicago Post.
"How is your son Jack getting along,
Mrs. Spriggins? is he risiug in the
world?" "Rising? AVell, I guess he
is," said the old lady. "Why, he be
gan Inst year as a chiropodist, aud now
he's a barber."—Harper's Bazar.
"Annexation?" answered Mr. Slow
man. "Why, that is grabbing any
thing in reach and holding on to it."
"I don't care," said Miss Huggerton,
as she pushed the hassock away; "I
am in favor of it if papa is not."—
Life.
Dolly—"Papa, do they get salt out
of Salt Lake?" "Papa—"Yes, my
dear, large quantities." Dolly—
"And ink out of the Black Sea?"
Papa—"No; now keep quiet." Dolly
—"Ycssir—Are there any women on
the Isle of Man?"— Truth.
Miss Lovey—"Ah, no, Harry, it
can never be, Jack locked that brace
let 011 forever and kept the key."
Mr. Hazard—"lf you want to get out
of it, say so. Every fellow in the
class gave a girl one, and our keys are
all alike."—Jeweler's Weekly.
Krug-Jorgensen Ilullets l'uzzle Indians,
The Krag-Jorgensen rifles with
which Uncle Sam's regulars are armed
arc weapons of great interest to the
old hunters aud sportsmen who have
gathered at Walker from all seotions.
The soldiers pass cartridges among
the carious who retain them as souv
enirs. Said one of the blue-coated
men who had returned from Sugar
Point, having taken part in the scrap:
"The Indians ran against something
in our bullets that surprised them.
The steel bullet of the Krag-Jorgen
sen is a searching thing, and if there
is au Indiau concealed in the grnss in
line with it for three inileß it will find
him. When we caught a couple of
bucks who, we could see, were behind
pine trees from the smoke of their
rifles, the others soon learned to fall
back. The steel bullet will go through
forty inches of pine aud kill any In
dian who may have thought he was
safe. They can't fight the way they
used to."—Minneapolis Tribune.
It VVai a Most Legal Affair.
At a recent wedding in Milwaukee,
Wis., the entire ceremony appeared to
be a "legal affair." The bride, Miss
Caroline Hamilton Pier, and the bride
groom, John Henry Roeiner, were
both lawyers. But this was not all;
the ceremony was performed by the
bride's mother in her capacity as Court
Commissioner, and the two brides
maids, sisters of the bride, are also
lawyers. The bride was graduated
from the Wisconsin Law School in
1891, and since that time has been
practising with her sisters. The
mother, an elder member of tho firm,
has been engaged in practice sinoe
1889, and the father, Colonel Calvert
K. Pier, who died in 1896, was an
active member of the bar.