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Hail to the Roinn Mercedes! It is |
a strange name for a ship of the 1
American Navy, but we are getting
highly cosmopolitan in these days.
There is no perfection of circum.
etantial evidence that might not pos
sibly be over-set by the truth if the
truth could be reached. This must !
be so while human judgment remains I
fallible. And as long as that limitation
is conceded there will always be brave j
men who will say that a fellow man !
shall not suffer the extreme penalty
of the law on circumstantial evidence, j
The steadily increasing belief that it
is wrong to hang people on circum- i
gtantial evidence is a worthy sign of
advancing civilizatitn.
It should not be forgotten that there
Are likely to be two sides to Chinese
txploitation. China is undoubtedly
possessed of vast natural resources, j
dome of which have been worked for i
Sges, but with the careless or wasteful
methods of semicivilized peoples, j
When these vast natural riches are
•y3tematically developed by foreign ,
Capital and engineers tho other side j
of China's trade extension may become ;
perceptible. It is, for instance, claimed i
that the iron and coal deposits of China
are the greatest in the known world;
the supply of labor ir undoubtedly a
vast one, and it needs but little pro
phetic acumen to point out that some
day China will figure as a great com
petitor iu many lines of industries in
the markets of the world, 3ays Brad
street's.
The story every one would wish to
be true is the latest one of an alleged
discovery of tho elixir of youth by a
Missouri physician. The absurdity of ,
the claim is, however, tho only ele
ment of interest that invites a passing
notice. We aro not informed how this j
wonderful fluid is obtained other than
that by some mysterious, unintelligi
ble and roundabout process it is ex
tracted from the glands of the goat.
In fact, the more we are likely to guess
what it actually is the less we may be
inclined to believe what it can really
do. Nature has an unalterable law of <
progressive growth and consequent i
decay. The various resulting evolu- I
tionary changes in our flesh and bones
innat go on as surely and relentlessly
as time itself. There is, alas! no al
chemy that can •convert ashes into
fuel, no trick that can turn back the
clock to recall the lost day.
A Wugßiflli Tailor.
The other Monday a thirsty tailor, i
for a small fee after much haggling,
informed a miserly undertaker about
the sudden death of a Miss Polly Grey,
whereupon the "grave" man hurried
to the bereaved cottage, and, entering
obsequiously, said to an elderly fe
male: "Excuse me, lady, hut I'm
very sorry to hear about the nnexpeet- )
ed demise of your lodger, Miss Polly j
Grey. Er—l'm an undertaker, and i
I've called to ask if you'll permit me ;
to conduct the interment." For a mo- I
ment the woman seemed puzzled, then
stepping to n side table, she smilingly
replied: "Well Mister, aw con only
think as it's that good-for-nought, 'ard
up 'usband o' mine what's towd yo
abeawt Polly's suddin end. OnyheaV,
you're welcome to th' funeral job.
This is the corpus," and she pointed
to a cage containing the dead grey
parrot,—Belfast Whig.
A Jnfy : (JGcer Verdict.
An English jury once found a watch
thief guilty, but recommended him to
mercy because it was really very hard
to say whether ho had taken the watch
or not.
On the Wrong Truck.
"Always think before you speak."
murmured the loquacious Filipino
philosopher, wtm was being intrusted
with a flag of truce. "You want to for
get about that proverb while you are
attending to this business," said the
general. "Just you say 'we surrender'
as quickly as you can. If you stop to
think they'll give us another whipping
In the Interim." —Washington Star.
An PnglUh Peculiarity,
''lsn't San Tomas an English town?"
asked Van Braam. "Of course not,"
replied Dinwiddle. "It's a Philippine
town. What made you ask if it were
English?" "I noticed that the 'h' had
been dropped."—Pittsburg Chronicle-
Telegraph.
LOVE,
What ! love? 11 leaven*
Sound and scent and sight,
Touoh and taste of heaven;
Ferment making light
This dull world of ours,
Where the heavy hours
Weigh down life and mirth.
Mingling of the ideal
With tho human renl;
blond of heaven and earth,
Printing fearful gladness.
Wild delightful sadness,
Fleeting happy madness.
Pleasurable pain.
Foolljh oarthly passion,
Wise eternal fashion,
Lot* will o'er remain!
—Pall Mall Gazette.
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THE BROKEN VASE, p
Ry o. It.
3lie(o®:c^^e:oK^<^3io(o(oieK*)ieteiJ
fTILIi it poured,
and if a rainy day
is depressing
among tlie valoa
and copaes of the
country, how in
finitely more ao it
is upon Gotham'a
Broadway, where
only a atrip of
leaden sky frowns
down between the
rows of buildings,
and the cab wheels
II splash up cataracts
>of black mud over
tho few luckless
passengers who
hasten by,
cloaked, uooded and umhrellaed.
Not a very promising beginning for
poor Mildred Erskine—for this was
her first day in business.
Business! And Mildred Erskine
had been a millionaire's daughter
onee.
" I mustn't think of these things now,"
said Mildred to herself, as she crossed
the threshold of Messrs. Tape &
Sparkle's great "Fancy Emporium,"
as it was phrased, in glittering gilt
letters above tho shop door, "I'm a
working girl now, glad enough of the
chance to earn my daily bread."
And with throbbing heart she hung
her coarse straw bouuet and black
shawl in the dark little room, which
was devoted to the twenty other girls
who stood behind the counter of Tape
& Sparkle.
A little ferret-eyed man, with a
bristly head of hair and a complexion
that looked as if ho had been out in a
rain of freckles, stepped forward as
she emerged.
"You aro to take charge of the cnt
glass and Parian marble counter, Miss
Erskine," he said, briskly rubbing his
hands. "If you need any information
come to mo for it. I—beg your
pardon," as she sank gale and trem
bling into a chair; "hut that is against
our rules."
"What is against your rules, Mr.
Lacy?"
"Sitting down. Don't look busi
ness-like. Ain't the proper thing in
an establishment like ours."
"But there are no customers in at
present."
"Can't help that," said Mr. Lacy,
feeling his stubbly red heard. "Dis
cipline must he kept up, Miss Ers
kine."
And no Mildred, wearied with her
long walk to the shop, and faint with
a vague feeling of dread and uncer
tainty, stood leaning against the
counter, inwardly wondering how tho
other girls could giggle and laugh so
under their breath when Mr. Lacy's
hack was turned, and Mr. Sparkle, a
pompous bald-headed man, who satin
a private office at the hack of the store,
was engaged in his accounts.
Involuntarily she shrank back, col
oring scarlet, as a gay party alighting
from a close carriage at the door swept
into the store.
"Have you alabaster vases?"
The careless, insolent tone, tho de
fiant hauteur of the young girl's man
ner Btung Mildred to the quick. Surely,
in the halcyon days of her prosperity,
she never had addressed a sister wom
an like that.
"I—l am not sure," she falteringly
answered. "I will inquire."
"Pshaw!" cried out the girl, turn
ing to her companions. "Let's go to
some one who understands her busi
ness."
"Stop!" said a deep, oalm voice—
how Mildred started as it fell on her
. ear. "Here are alabaster vases. Will
1 you tell me the price of this one?"
Yes, it was Gerald Avenel—'the man
[ ehe had waltzed with at Saratoga years
j ago—tho man who had stood with her
on the moon-lighted beach [at Long
| Brauoh, when she was a jeweled
\ heiress—the cynosure of all eyes. He
did not know her now—she was glad
| of that; hut, somehow, it cut her tg
J the heart thus to realize how changed
, she was.
| But, as he lifted his eyes to her face,
[ a sudden dream of recognition flashed
I into tliern'.
j "Miss Erskine. Am I mistaken
I
I "You are not mistaken, Mr. Avenel,"
! said Mildred, with forced calmness.
"The price of these vasos is seven dol
lars."
"They told me yon had gone to
Europe as [governess to an English
family," he ejaculated.
"1 did go," said Mildred, "but they
preferred a French governess, and I
returned by the next steamer. Can I
show you anything more?"
As she sat down the vase with tremb
ling hands the girl who had first spoken
turned away.
"I don't like these things," she
cried, impatiently. "Horrid stiff de
signs, only fit for a restaurant!"
She caught up her gloves as she
spoke, and in the samo second a deli
cate little Parian statuette—Apollo,
with bent bow and Grecian face —
crashed to the marble floor.
Mr. Laey advanced, with a face pur
ple with repressed wrath, to pick np
the fragments.
"Tea dollars, Miss Erskine," he ut
tered in & low tone. "Of course yo*
are responsible. Our young
always expect to make good what they
break. It's one of the rules of the
store."
"Mr. Lacy," cried Mildred, breath*
lessly, "I did not break that. It fell
off when the young lady oaugkt her
gloves."
"It was your fault, then, for not
seeing that it was properly secured,"
said Mr. Lacy, craftily, for, of course,
it was his business to affix blame, not
to the wealthy customer, but to tho
defenseless shop girl, who had no one
to take her part. "You aro responsi
ble for this counter. And Tape and
Sparkle expect these little things to
be settled at once."
Mildred grew pale. Ten dollars!
As far as she was concerned, he might
have said ten hundred. She had just
risen from a long and expensive bed
of sickness, and beyond the fifty cents
that was to pay for her dinner and car
fare, she had not a penny in the world.
Gerald Avenel stood quietly by the
counter, while Flora Watson guiltily
arranged her furs and settled her bon
net strings, affecting to be ignorant
of the colloquy going oil. For it was
Flora's hand that had precipitated the
statuette to the floor and she knew it
perfectly well.
"Will she be base enough to let the
other girl suffer for her fault?" he
thought. "If so, it is a revelation of
her character of which I had never
dreamed before."
But Miss Flora did not mean to
spend any unnecessary money. She
disliked Mildred first, because she
was pretty; secondly, because Gerald
Avenel seemed to be interested in her,
as an old acquaintance; thirdly, be
cause she was a shop girl, earning her
living by her own hard work.
"Come, Mr. Avenel," said she, im
patiently. "I don't see anything to
suit me here. Let us go."
"Notyet," said Gerald, composedly,
opening his porte-monuaio. "Not un
til I have paid for tho statuetto which
you knocked down."
Flora burst into tears.
"It wasn't my fault," she cried. "I
couldn't help it. And I wish I had
never seen the horrid thing. Come,
Aunt Libbie, let's go home."
"I will put you in tho carriage,"
said Gerald Avenel.
"But you are coming, too, Mr.
Avenel?" said the discreeter matron.
"Not at present. Perhaps I will
come around this evening for a little
while."
So lie shut them into the handsome,
claret-colored brougham and watched
them drive away before ho went back
to the store.
"Flora," said Aunt Libbie, almost
indignautly, as the horses moved
away, "what made you behave so like
a petulant school girl? You've lost
him now. A man never can endure a
display of temper like that! You may
depend upon it, ho will never propose
to you now."
Meanwhile, tho unconscious subject
of Aunt Libbie's harangue had re
turned to tho counter, behind which
Mildred no longer stood.
"Where is Miss Erskine?" he asked,
with tho innate air of superiority and
commaud which belonged to him as
by a gift of nature. Mr. Lacy involun
tarily cringed before him.
"She's gone to put 011 her things,
sir," he said. "Miss Erskine is dis
charged."
"Discharged!"
"Yea, sir. Wouldn't pay for the
figure she broke," Lacy glibly au- i
swered.
"Your atatoment is erroneous in '
two particulars," Baid Gerald, calmly. I
"In the first place, it wasuot she that
broke the image. lu the second place,
you have already been paid for it out
of my purse."
"Much obliged to you, I'm sure,"
said the smirking Mr. Lacy. "But
it's our invariable rule always to make
the young women responsible for their
own counters. It teaches 'em to be
careful, sir, you see!"
Gerald Aveuel turned away with n
sneer before whose fiery scorn, Mr.
Lacy could not but wince in spite of
himself.
"It will teach mo to avoid such a
den of chenting and villainly for the
future!" he said, as be left the elegant,
marble-floored "Emporium," thereby
depriving Messrs. Tape & Sparkle of
one of their best customers.
But he lingered outside until the
gray, slight figure crossed the thres
hold.
"Mildred!"
How she started. "Mr. Avenel! J
thought you were gone."
"I waited for you. I have no nm
brella—neither have you. Whero are
you going? What do you propose to
do?"
7r l am going home—if you can call
a fouvth-Btory back room home. I
propose to starve," with a forced
laugh. "For, really, I know not what
else to do."
"Mildred, will you take my ad
vice? We were old friends once, you
know——
What is it?" she nsked, half turning
her wan face away from him.
"There was a man once aßked you
to marry him. He was perhaps a little
abrupt—you were young and capric
ious. You said no. Would you say
otherwise, if, having loved you well
and truly all this time, he were to ask
you a second time?"
"But ho would not?" she faltered.
"He would. He does. Mildred,
will you be my wife?"
"Yes!"
And then she told him how, all
these years, she had regretted her first
answer.
"For I hardly knew my own heart
then, Gerald. Only—l was too proud
to call you back!"
And that rainy day was the last of
Mildred Erskine'e soul-isolation.
Walnuts grew originally in Persia,
the Caucasus, China, North America
and Europe,
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1 TALES OF FLOCK j
; AND ADVENTURE. |
Su veil His Master's JLife.
In "Wil I Animals I Have Known,"
Mr. Ernes: Seton Thorn pson relates
a terrible experience. He had gone
out alone to a remote district on his
pony to inspect some wolf-traps. In
one of them he found a wolf, and hav
ing killed it, was engaged in reset
ting the trap, when inadvertently he
sprung the next one, and his hand
was caught in the massive steel jaws.
"I lay on my face," he says, "and
stretched out my toe, hoping to draw
within reach the trap wrench, which I
had thrown down a few feet away.
Wolf-traps are set in fours around a
buried bait, and are covered with cot
ton and fine sand so as to be quite in
visible.
"Intent on seenring the wrench, I
swung about my anchor, Btretojiing
and reaching to the utmost, unable to
see just where it lay, but trusting to
the sense of touch to find it. A mo
ment later there was a sharp "clank!"
and the iron jaws of trap No. 3 closed
on my left foot!"
"Struggle as I would, I could not
move either trap, and there I lay
stretched out and securely staked to
the ground. No one knew where I
had gone, and there was slight pros
pect of any one's coming to tho place
for weeks. The full horror of my
situation was upon me—to be de
voured by wolves, or die of cold and
starvation. My pony, meantime,
stood patiently waiting to take me
home.
"The afternoon waned, and night
came on, a night of horror! Wolves
howled in the distance, and then drew
nearer and nearer. They seized upon
aud devoured the carcass of the one I
had slaughtered, and oue of them,
growing bolder, came up aud snarled
in my face. Then there was a sudden
rush, and a fight among the wolves.
"I could not see well, and for an
instant I thought my time had come
when a big fellow dashed upon me 1
But it was Bingo—my noble dog—
who rubbed his shaggy, pantiug Bides
against me and licked my face. He
had scattered the wolves, and killed
one, as I afterward learned.
" 'Bingo! Bingo, old boyl Fetch
me the trap wrench!'
"Away he went, and came dragging
my rifle, for he knew only that I
wanted something.
" 'No, Bing—tho trap wrench!'
"This time it was my sash, but at
last he brought tho wrench, and
wagged his tail in joy that it was right.
With difficulty, reaching out with my
free hand, I unscrewed the pillar nut.
The trap fell apart and my hand was
released, and a minute later I was free.
"Bingo brought up my pony, which
had fled at the approach of the wolves,
and soon we were on the way home,
with the dog as herald, leaping and
barking for joy."
Tlioso Heroic Kimsns lloyg.
While the Twentieth Kansas Regi
ment was advancing on Malolos, the
main body of men halted, while the
then Colonel Funston and a small de
tachment went across a railroad bridge
on a scouting expodition. Finding no
signs of tho insurgents ho sent back
word for the regiment to come on.
Just as they started the enemy ap
peared in great numbers, running from
a neighboring wood with the evident
intention of cutting off the reconnoitr
ing party and destroying it before the
support could be brought up. The
rebels took a position from which tbey
could direct a hot lire on the bridge,
and as it was a high one, over which
the open railroad ties gave only a
rather dangerous and difficult passage,
the situation was one well calculated
to put Kansas courage and zeal to the
test. Of course there was no hesita
tion; the bridge was traversed, the
scouts rescued, and tho Filipinos put
to flight. As battles go in some wars,
the affair did not amount to much, but
still those who participated in it could
have beeu forgiven if, in writing home
to friends, they had dwelt a little on
the gravity of the perils encountered.
That, however, would have involved
a claim for special credit, and such
claims are not made by our fighters in
the field. They prefer to turn their
hardships and exertions into jokes.
This tendency is well illustrated in
the description by Lieutenant-Colonel
E. C. Little, in a letter in which the
details of the skirmish are given. Of
tjje chargo qver the bridge he says:
I "As the Colonel was across and my
battalion at the head of the column,
my bngler, Berry, of F, and I were
tho first to reach tho bridge, aud, of
course, the first to cross." That "of
course" is delightful in many ways,
aud significant in as many more. But,
being a man of the century's end,
Lieutenant-Colonel Little is intro
spective as well as energetic, and, the
fighting over, ho examined into the
emotions it produced. • "I've read,"
he adds, "of men crossing bridges un
der fire at tho head of columns and
supposed the sensation was peculiar.
It is not. A man simply tries to pad
dle along as fast as he can and get
across. I beat Berry over, but we
haven't decided yet whether it was be
cause I was the braver or the worst
scared." That, too, is delightful, aud
it recalls the Fuustonian confession of
hesitation to order charges for fear of
getting "run over" by the too-obedient
soldiers. It must be decidedly excit
ing for the enemy that meets either
Funston or Little when those officers
are thoroughly scared.
A Ilrave Man.
"That is one of the bravest men I
ever knew," said General Bosecrans,
pointing out his Inspector-General,
Arthur C. Ducat. "I saw him ooolly
face almost certain death, to perform
a duty. Three on the same duty had
fallen before his eyes, and he had to
run the gauntlet of a thousand
muskets, but he did it."
The words wefe spoken to James
R. Gilmore, while on a visit to "Old
Rosey's" army at Murfreasborough,
who records them in his "Personal
Recollections."
General Rosecrans referred to
Ducat's behavior at the battle of luka.
The Inspector-General had observed
that a regiment of General Stanley's
division was about to be overwhelmed
by a much larger force of the enemy.
"Ride on and warn Stanley at once,"
saidßo: jcrans, as Ducat reported the
danger. An acre on tire and swept
with bullets lay between him and the
menaced regiment. Ducat glanced at
it and said:
"General, I have a wife and chil
dren."
"You knew that when you came
here," answered Rosecrans, coolly.
'•I'll go, sir," said Ducat, moving
his horse forward.
"Stay a moment. We must make
sure of this," said the General, be
ginning to write dispatches, the paper
resting on the pommel of his saddle.
He wrote three; gave one to each ol
three orderlies, and sent them at
intervals of about sixty yards, over
the bullet-swept field. Then he looked
at Ducat, who had seen every one of
the orderlies fall lifeless, or desper
ately wounded. Without a word, he
plunged into the fire, ran the gauntlet
in safety, got to Stanley, and saved
the regiment; but his clothes were
torn by Minie balls, and his horse re
ceived a mortal wound.
Darin? Rescue at Sea.
"About the most brilliant achieve
ment in the rescue line during a storm
at sea," remarked a Lieutenant of the
United States Navy, "was by my old
friend, Ensign L. K. Reynolds, on the
Atlantic, in 1885. I don't remember
the name of the ship he was on, but it
was during a fierce gale that they
overtook an Austrian bark, which was
flying signals of distress. As I said
before, a hurricane was raging and
lashing the sea into mountains.
Although the captain and officers
were exceedingly brave and humane
men, they could see no hope of render
ing aid to the doomed ship under such
conditions. Reynolds, however,
begged the captain to allow him to
make the attempt; and permission
being granted, he called for volun
teers. 'Jack,' with all the impetuosity
of his nature and his love of danger,
quickly responded to the call. After
great difficulty the life-boat was suc
cessfully launched and succeeded in
reaching the bark. Two trips were
made, in which every living soul was
saved. Before leaving the doomed
vessel the last time, however, Ensign
Reynolds got together a pile of com
bustibles and set fire to the derelict,
after which he jumped into the sea
and was with great difficulty rescued
by the boat's crew.
"On hearing of this great act of
daring assistance to his subjects,
the Emperor of Austria decorated
Reynolds, and invited him to become
His Majesty's personal guest for a
week; aud," concluded Lieutenant
Eaton, "he said ho was treated most
royally."
Wonderful Nerve*
Captain Evans, of tho lowa, in his
contribution to "The Story of the
Captains" for the Century, speaks of
the wonderful nerve and c ui age of a
boatswain's-mate named Trainor,
shown at the destructi >:i of the j
Vizcava. The boat of wnicli Trainor \
was acting-coxswain was lying near j
the stern of tho burning cruiser, and
most of the Spanish sailors crowded j
on her upper deck aft had been per
suaded to jump overboard, and were
thus saved. Three remained, how
ever, holding on to the rail, with their
bodies hanging over tho side of the
almost red-hot ship. Trainor was
heard to say, "We must save thetn
men somehow," and without orders
he jumped overboard, swam to the
side of the Vizcaya, clambered up to
tho deck at the imminent risk of his
life, kicked the three men overboard,
took a header himself, and succeeded
in resouing ail three of them. The
water was full of sharks snapping and
tearing at the Spanish dead aud
wounded. Trainor was afterward
promoted at the request of his captain.
An Unnutrtftil Hero.
Among the melancholy applications
for "leave to presumo death" in the
Stella disaster, off tho coast of Eng
land, was one touching in its revela
tion of a deed of heroism. Tho ap
plicant was a Miss Baker, whose
father, a major, had gono down with
tho vessel. Both were übout to perish
when tho father made a piteous ap
peal to a boatload of passengers, who
were leaving the side, to find room
for his daughter. Oue man, of whose
identity there is absolutely no trace,
instantly stepped back to tho ship,
aud allowed the lady to take his place.
As the boat cleared the side, the ves
sel wont down, carrying with it the
girl's father and her unknown rescuer.
How beautiful! how unutterably sad!
Eis anonymity seems somehow to en
hauoetho heroic grandeur of his death.
Nothing would have been gained by
knowing his name. A man capable
of such a deed wants no mortuary
honors, nor the local habitation of a
monument. Ho belongs to the in
finite of greatness, and his fitting
grave is the sea.—London Daily News.
Origin of r Town's Mninp.
The town of Shakerag, Mo., got its
queer name some years ago through
the fact that the people living there
were so poor in those days that when
ever a family began to rnako prepara
tions to move its members had so lit
tle personal property that all they had
to do was to shake out a few old rags,
fold them up aud put them in the
wagon before starting.
1 NEWS AND NOTES 1
I FOR WOMEN. |
Crepe Effect* in Style.
The crepe effects are to have an
other season of favor in the gauzes,
grenadines, silk, and wool semi-trans
parent materials used for waists,
guimpes, yokes, fichus, entire toilets,
aud sleeves. Deep crinkles are pop
ular, and many of the inexpensive
batistes, organdies and mulls are
gauffered. Pink, yellow and green
are favored tints iu all transparent
goods, ranking next to white and black
in popularity.
A Whcelu-oman's Gaiter.
A new idea for the wheel woman's
comfort comes from England. It is a
gaiter that is made in a long strip of
cloth, and is to be put on as a band
age wound around the ankle and leg
and adjusted to the comfort of the
wearer. It is known as a spat-puttle,
and is made in navy blue khakee, '
black and mixed cloth. There is a
footpiece to fit over the instep; this is
held in place by a strap that passes
beneath the hollow of tho foot, and
the rest of the cloth is wound about
the ankle in overlapping folds and
fastened by meaus of straps and
buckles. As the spat-puttle can bo
tightened or loosened to suit tho
wearer, it forms a convenient kind of
gaiter.
A Girl's Way to Make a Living.
"What some New York girls won't
try to do to make a living isn't worth
trying," said a small boy, brother of
one of tho New York girls who is try
in' to make a livin'." She had told
him she was going to paint quills for
summer hats. Painted quills are the
very latest touch, and the girl in ques
tion is paiutiug quills for so much a
dozen. For golf hats and all sorts of
sporfciug hats for women, and even
men, she has brown, blue, black, or
white quills, and paints them in polka
dots of tho same shade, iu tennis
racquets or golf-sticks crossed, hunts
men's horns or foxes' tails, cricket
balls, etc.—any emblem which is or
dered or which suggests itself to her
as appropriate."—Harper's Bazar.
The Summer Hatpin.
The summer hatpiu and the sailor
hat have arrived. The latter is very
rough as to straw, very narrow as to
brim aud very low n3 to crown. It is
becoming to most faces. The summer
hatpius are of gold and silver in the
shape of oars, bearing the name of
one's favorite college in colored
enamel. Flag hatpins with the col
lege cry on the flag3taff are preity.
The usual sporting pius, tennis
racquets, golf clubs, etc., are again
to the fore, and handsome enameled
plaques to match the enameled bell
buckles are used as hatpin heads.
They are about au inch square or
smaller and show a swimming girl, a
yachting girl in natty costume, a
Narragansett girl with parasol and
flowery hat or a hunting girl in pink
coat taking a fence on her bay mare.
Nurse of a Hero.
Mrs. Amanda Looney, familiarly
known as "Aunty" Looney, tho old
nurse of Brigadier-General Funston,
has been discovered residing 011 West
Main street, at Springfield, Ohio. She
is the proudest woman in the city be
cause lnr "boy, Freddy," is now it
Brigadi ir-General and is being talked
of bv the whole world for his brilliant
and feat loss work in the Philippines.
She too": care of him when tho family
lived at New Carlisle. She says that
when he was quite small he showed
unusual ability for a child. Ho was a
good boy, but full of life and grit.
His father was lieutenant in the Six
teenth Ohio Battery, under Captain
Russell O. Twist. "Aunty" Looney
was secured by Captain Twist to cook
for him during the war. She was
afterward brought to New Carlisle by
Lieutenant Edward Funston, father
of Brigadier-General Funston.—St.
Lonis Globe-Democrat.
Separate Waists in Vogue.
Separate waists almost might be
called that, because, unlike other
phases of fashion, they do not pass
out of date. But that is a fanciful
supposition, and the separate waist
continues to be. an engaging garment,
which may or may not- be worn with a
particular skirt.
"There are no two alike in the bet
ter grade of blouses," said the sales
woman, "and no general description
gives any idea of their beauty. But
you might care to mention two in par
ticular which are made iu the best
style. One is from taffeta the color of
ripe wheat, made with five over
lapping scallops, edged with white
satin cord. Vandykes of the wheat
colored taffeta are finished with Irish
point lace. And the same desirable
lace, made up with white Liberty
ohiffon, is draped in fichu effect at the
corsage.
"Pastel piulc taffeta, done with four
dusters of tucks iu front, and a vest
of tho taffeta finely tucked is another
lovely blouse to slip on with pink
skirts or white ones, either, us you
fancy. Nothing is smarter than tho
necktie which matches the waist,
whether silk or linen." Beach tulle
hats are favored with separate waists.
—New York Press.
Woman's Noblest Vocation.
"Good housekeeping is easy house
keeping, aud if a woman wears herself
into shreds and tatters keeping house
the case is proven against her," writes
Helen AVatterson Moody in the Ladies'
Home Journal. "It is precisely in
her ability to guard against this con
tingency that the housewife shows her
self not only a good executive officer
but as well a woman with ideals and a
sense of proportion—one who does not
forget that housekeeping is a means to
home-making, not an end in itself—
that the most perfect administration
of domestic matters will not make a
family happy in whom the love and
spirit of home do not dwell. Home
not only a place to eat and sleep and
work in, but a place to be happy in, a
place to rest in and to be soothed, a
place in which to love a 'd be loved, a
place for confidences, an.' counsel, and
strengthening words, aud hope, and
heartening. It is a gopd thing, and a
noble thing, and a satisfying thing to
be a good housekeeper; there is no
profession of v/hicli and in which a
woman can be so proud, and when so
blessed in heud and heart and hand as
to be able to make and keep one of
tbose real homes which is a 'little
sunny spot of green in the great desert
of the world*—if there is anything bet
tor than this in life I have not yet
found it."
The Sts'le of the Corset.
The popular corset this season is a
eross between the style of five years
ago, when an exceedingly long waisted
and high bust effect was the proper
thing, and last year's fancy for cor
sets, which were little more than ex
aggerated girdles. The present cor
set is longer, but it is still very easy
above the waist. The old high cor
sets look very much like high, tight
board fences in comparison. There
are several corsets with devices for
securing especial snuguess over the
hips. Probably this is an outcome of
the craze for sheath-fitting skirts, but
it is a move in the right direction.
The corset, when it is perfected, will
not be so good a subject for the ana
themas and edicts of ministers and
the tirades of weary women as it has
been in the past. The Russian Min
ister of Education is said to have for
bidden the pupils in the public schools
to wear corsets before the age of con
firmation. This wouldn't be a bad
idea if somebody would force those
children to stand and walk and sic
right. Maybe they can do that sort
of thing in imperial Russia just by
issuing a few edicts to cover the case.
In democratic America we have had
to fall back on the corset. Of course
there is Assemblyman Daggett, of
Bear Creek, who would legislate on
the subject. But the corset seems to
be a match for all comers aud is in a
fair way to have in the most literal
sense, all womankind in its clutch.—
New York Sun.
GOSBIp.
In Portugal married women retain
their maiden names.
Miss Brandon is still, at the age of
sixty-two, as industrious as ever.
Nineteen women brave the dangers
of wilds aud forests as trappers and
guides.
Women journalists in the United
States number 888, with 2725 authors
aud literary persons.
Queen Victoria's annual trip to and
from Scotland aloue costs her close
on $32,250 a year.
Miss Charlotte Kinney, of Syracuse,
N. Y., is said to be the only woman
drummer in the world who sells
wagons.
Willesden Parish in London is the
first to have a "lady" beadle. She is
Mrs. Kendal, who has been the sex
ton of the church for many years.
Four milliou women in the United
States earn their own bread. They
have invaded all occupations, and
oue-third of all persons engaged in
professional services are women.
Mine. Loubet, mother of the new
President of Franco, is a typical peas
ant woman who, at the ago of eighty
six, manages her farm at Marsanne,
on which her distinguished son was
born.
Mrs. Margaret Deland is probably
the best mountain climber in New
England. When she finishes the
book she is now at work on she will
visit Switzerland and try her moun.
taiueering skill on some of tho Alps.
The Emperor of Germany has be
stowed on Fraulein Johanna Mestorf,
the curator of the Kiel Museum ol
National Antiquities, the title of
"professor." This is the first time in
Prussian history that the predicate
has been conferred upon a representa
tive of the fair sex.
Miss Florence Nightingale kept her
eightieth birthday u few days ago in
her London home. Though in feeble
health, Miss Nightingale is still able
to pursiiJ many of her old interests,
as nurses, hospital authorities and
sanitary reformers all the world over,
and specially in India, can bear wit
ness.
Gleanings From tlie Shops,
Hats trimmed with wreaths of or
chills.
Many short coats of silk and lace
combined.
Many plaid ribbons in narrow and
sash widths.
Reversible golf cloth, plaid inside
and plain out.
Broad showings of silk poppies in
matching shades.
Many narrow-tucked parasols id
most brilliant hues.
Strong displays of golf and tennis
oloths and accessories.
Much fancy materials for separate
waists, corded, plissed aud otherwise
elaborated.
White duehesse lace parasols iD
very open patterns appliqued on white
mousselinc.
White warp print silks with shad
owy floral designs arranged in various
width stripes.
Silk remnants rolled lengthwise
with paper straps and rubber bands
to prevent wrinkling.
A vast array of bows, stock collars,
ties and chemisettes made of thin
summer materials and lnce.
Spanish turbans showing a black
jetted brim, a profusion of plaited
tnlle trimmings in light colorings and
sweeps of paradise aigrette.—Dry
Goods Economist.