Freeiand Tribune Established 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY*, BY TIIB rRIEUNE PRINTING COMPANY. LilM OFFICE; MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. FItEELAND, PA. SCiISCIUfTION KATES: One Yenr Six Months 75 • Four Mon.hs 50 Two Months *25 The (lute which the subscription is pnid to is on the uildreas label of each paner, the cbanK" of which to u subsequent date be bonics a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advance of the present date. Re port promptly to this office whenever paper is not received. Arrearages must be puid When subscription is discontinued. Ma! c all moivy orders, checks, etc,,payable to the Tribune J'rinhnj Company, LlmitefL Hail to tbe Reann Mercedes! It is a strange name for a ship of the j American Navy, but we are getting j highly cosmopolitan in these clays. There is no perfection of circum. j etautial evidence that might not pos- I eibly be over-set by the truth if the i truth could be reached. This must be so while human judgment remains fallible. And as long as that limitation is conceded there will always be brave men who will say that a fellow man j ehall not suffer the extreme penalty of the law ou circumstantial evidence. The steadily increasing belief that it ! is wrong to hang people on circum stantial evidence is a worthy sign of advancing civilizntitn. It should not be forgotten that there are likely to be two sides to Chinese ixploitation. China is undoubtedly possessed of vast natural resources, dome of which have been worked for Jges, but with the careless or wasteful Methods of semicivilized peoples, j When these vast natural riches are iystematically developed by foreign j capital aud engineers tho other side | of China's trade extension may become j perceptible. It is, for instance, claimed j that the iron and coal deposits ofChiua tre the greatest in the known world; 1 the supply of labor is 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 in many lines of industries in the markets of tho world, says Brad- I street's. The story every one would wish to be true is the latest one of an alleged ; discovery of the elixir of youth by a Missouri physician. The absurdity of j the claim is, however, the only ele ment of interest that invites a passing notice. We arc not informed how this 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 wc arc likely to guess ( what it actually is tho less we may lie inclined to believe what it can really do. Nature has an unalterable law of 1 progressive growth and consequent 1 decay. The various resulting evolu tionary changes in oar fiesli and bones must go on as surely and relentlessly AS time itself. There is, alas! no al- j chemy that can convert a9hes into fuel, no trick that can turn back the clock to recall the lost day. A Waggish Tailor. The other Monday a thirsty tailor, ' for a small fee after much haggling, informed a miserly undertaker about tho sudden death of a Miss Polly Grey, whereupon the "grave" mau hurried to the bereaved cottage, and, entering obsequiously, said to an elderly fe male: "Excuse me, lady, but I'm \ very sorry to hear about the unexpect ed demise of your lodger, Miss Polly 1 Grey. Er —I'm an undertaker, and | I've called to ask if you'll permit me ; to conduct the interment." For a mo- | ment the woman seemed puzzled, then stepping to a 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 übeawt Polly's suddin end. Ouyheaw, i you're welcome to th' funeral job. This is tho corpus," and she pointed to a cage containing tho dead grey parrot.—Belfast Whig. A Jury's Queer Verdict. An English jury once found a watch thief guilty, but recommended him to mercy because it was really very bard to say whether ho had taken the watch or not. On tlo Wrong Trnck. "Always think before you speak," murmured the loquacious Filipino philosopher, who 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 English Peculiarity. •"Isn't San Tomas an English town?" asked Van Braam. "Of course not," replied Dinwlddie. "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. Whnt !* lovo? a leaven* Sound and scent and sisht, Touch 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 the human real; Blond of heaven and earth. Bringing fearful gladness. Wild delightful sadness, Fleeting happy madness. Pleasurable pain. Foolfuli earthly passion, Wise eternal fashion, Lov* will e'er remain! —Pall Mall Gazette. | THE BROKEN VASE. 1 Ity <_'• . • ■'•w f > TILL it poured, / nml if 8 rai,, y ,lay !r v/ is depressing y)y/\\ among the vales ) J and copses of the —y country, how in finitely more so it If is upon Gotham's Broadway, where only a strip of leaden sky frowns down between the rows of buildings, and the cab wheels splash up cataracts of black mud over t ' lo ' ew luckless passengers who hasten by, cloaked, Hooded and umbrellaed. 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 Once. "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 the 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 bonnet 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 he had been out in a rain of freckles, stepped forward as she emerged. "You are to take charge of the cut glass and Parian marble counter, Miss Erskine," he said, briskly rubbing his hands. "If you need any information como to me for it. I—beg your pardon," as she sank gale and trem bling into a chair; "but that is against our rules." "What i 3 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 beard. "Dis cipline must be kept up, Miss Ers kine." And so 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 the other girls could giggle and laugh so tinder their breath when Mr. Lacy's hack was turned, and Mr. Sparkle, a pompous bald-headed man, who sat in a private office at the back 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 cureless, insolent tone, the dc fiaut hauteur of the young girl's man ner stung Mildred to tho 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, tam ing to her companions. "Let's go to some one who understands her busi ness." "Stop!" said a deep, calm voice— j how Mildred started as it fell on her iear. "Here are alabaster vases. Will | you tell me the price of this one?" i Yes, it was Gerald Avenel—'the man j she had waltzed with at Saratoga years | ago—the man who had stood with her J on the moon-lighted beach at Long ! Branch, when she was a jeweled [ heiress—the cynosure of all eyes. He j did not know her now—she was glad 1 | of that; but, somehow, it cat her to the heart thus to realize how changed I she was. But, as he lifted his eyes to her face, j a sudden dream of recognition flashed I into them. "Miss Erskine. Am I mistaken or " "Yon are not mistaken, Mr. Avenel," said Mildred, with forced calmness. "The price of these vases is seven dol lars." "They told me you had gone to Europe as [govetness to an English family," he ejaculated. "1 did go," said Mildred, "but they preferred a French governess, aDd I returned by the next steamer. Can I show you anything more?" As she sat down the vase with tremb ling bauds 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 same second a deli cate little Parian statuette —Apollo, with bent bow and Grecian face — crashed to the marble floor. Mr. Lacy advanced, with a face pur ple with repressed wrath, to piok up tho fragments. "Tea dollars, Miss Erskine," ho ut tered in & low lone. "Of course are responsible. Our young always expect to make good what they break. It's one of the rules of the store." "Mr. Lacy," ctied Mildred, breath, lessly, "I did not break that. It fell off when the young lady caught her gloves." "It was your fault, thon, 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 the defenseless shop girl, who had no one to take her part, "You are responsi ble for this counter. And Tape aud Sparkle expect these little things to be settlod 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 on. For it was Flora's hand that had precipitated the statuette to the floor and she knew it perfectly well. "Will she he base enough to let the other girl suffer for her fault?" he thought. "If so, it 13 a revelation of her character of which I had never dreamed before." Bnt Miss Flora did not mean to spend nny unnecessary money. She disliked Mildred first, because she was pretty; secondly, because Gerald Avenel seemed to he interested in her, as nu 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 mo here. Let us go." "Not yet," said Gerald, composedly, opening his porto-mounaie. "Not un til I have paid for tho statuette which you knocked down." Flora burst into tears. "It wasn't my fault," she cried. "I couldn't help it. Aud I wish I had never seen the horrid thing. Come, Aunt Libhie, let's go home." "I will put yon in the 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 he shut them into the handsome, claret-colored brougham and watched them drive away before he went back to the store. "Flora," said Aunt Libbie, almost indignantly, 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 n display of temper like that! You may depend npon it, he 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 the innate air of superiority and command which belonged to him as by a gift of nature. Mr. Lacy involun tarily cringed before him. "She's gone to put on her things, sir," he said. "Mi3s Erskine is dis charged." "Discharged!" "Yes, sir. Wouldn't pay for the figure she broke," Lacy glibly an- I swered. "Your statement is erroneous in i two particulars," said Gerald, calmly. I "In the first place, it was not she that broke the image. In the second place, you ltavo already been paid for it out of my purse." "Much obliged to yon, I'm sure," said the smirking Mr. Lacy. "Bnt 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 Avonel tnrnod away with a sneer before whose fiery scorn, Mr. Lacy could not but wince in spite of himself. "It will teach me to avoid suoh a den of cheating and villainly for the future!" he said, as he left the elegant, marble-floored "Emporium," thereby depriving Messrs. Tape & Sparkle ol one cf their best customers. But bo 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 um brella—neither have you. Where are you going? What do you propose to do?" "I am going home—if you can call a fourth-story back room home. I propose to Btarve," with a forced laugh. "For, really, I kuow not what else to do." "Mildred, will yon take my ad vice' We were old friends once, you know " What is it?" she asked, half turning her wan face away from him. "There was a man once asked you to marry him. He was perhaps a little abrupt—you were young nnd capric ious. Y'ou said no. Would you say otherwise, if, having loved you well and truly all this time, he were to ask yon a second time?" "But ho would not?" she faltered. "Ho would. Ho does. Mildred, will you bo 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 thon, Gerald. Only—l was too proud to call you back!" And that rainy day was the last of Mildred Erskine't soul-isolation. Walnnts grew originally in Persia, tbe Cancaßus, China, North America and Europe. 1 TALES OF PLUCK ADD ADVENTURE. | I s 5X5X5)3 Saved His Master's Life. In "Wild Animals I Have Known," Mr. Ernest Seton Thorn pson relates a terrible experience. Ho 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 bad 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 securing the wrench, I swung about my anchor, stretching and reaching to the utmost, unable to see just where it lay, but trusting to tbe seuse of touch to find it. A mo ment later there was a sharp "clank!" and tho iron jaws of trap No. 3 closed on my left foot!" "Struggle as I would, I could not move either trap, aud 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 the place for weeks. The full horror of my situation was upcu me—to be de voured by wolves, or die of cold and starvation. My pony, meantime, stood patiently waiting to take mo home. "The afternoon waned, and night came on, a night of horror 1 Wolves howled in the distance, and then drew nearer and nearer. They seized upon and devoured the carcass of the one I had slaughtered, and one of them, growing bolder, came up and snarled in my face. Then there was a sudden rush, and a fight among tho wolves. "I could not see well, and for an instalit I thought my time had come when a big fellow dashed upon mel But it was Bingo—my noble dog— who rubbed his shaggy, panting sides against me and licked my face. He had scattered the wolves, and killed one, as I afterward learned. " 'Bingo! Bingo, old boy! Fetch me the trap wrench!' "Away he went, and came dragging my rifle, for he knew only that I wanted something. " 'No, Bing—tbo 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 tho approach of the wolves, and soon we were on the way home, with the dog as herald, leaping and barking for joy." Tliofo Heroic Kansan IJoyg. ■While tho Twentieth Kansas Regi ment was advuuciug 0:1 Malolos, the main body of men halted, while the then Colonel Fuustou nnd a small de tachment went across a railroad bridge on a scouting expedition. Finding no signs of tho insurgents he sent buck word for the regiment to come on. Justus they started the enemy ap peared in great numbers, running from a neighboring wood with the evident intention of cutting oif tho reconnoitr ing party and destroying it before the support could bo brought up. The rebels took a position from which they could direot a hot fire on the bridge, nnd 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 courago 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 afi'air did not amount to much, but still those who participated in it could have been forgiven if, in writing homo 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 mndo by our fighters iu 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 tho charge over tho bridge he says: "As tho Colonel was across and luy battalion at tho head of the column, my bugler, Berry, of F, and I were tho first to reach tho bridge, and, of course, the first to cross." That "of course" is delightful in many wnys, aud significant iu as many more. But, being a man of the century's end, Lieutenant-Colonel Little is intro spective as well 03 energetic, and, the fighting over, ho examined into the emotions it produced. "I've read," he ndds, "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 aud got 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, and it recalls tho Fuustonian confession of hesitation to order charges for fear of getting "rnu 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 Rosecrans, pointing out his Inspector-General, Arthur C. Ducat. "I saw him coolly 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 ut 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," said Ro. acrans, as Ducat reported the danger. An acre on lire 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, lie wrote three; gave one to each ol three orderlies, and sent them off, 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 taved the regiment; but his clothes were torn by Minie balls, and his horse re ceived a mortal wound. Darin? llescue at Sen. "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 ho was on, but it was during a fierce gale that they overtook an Austrian bark, whioh 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 doomod ship under such conditions. Reynolds, however, begged the captain to allow him to make the attempt; and permission being granted, be called for volun teers. 'Jack,' with all the impetuosity of bis nature and bis love of danger, quickly responded to tbo 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 dariug assistance to liis subjects, the Emperor of Austria decorated Reynolds, and invited bim to becomo His Majesty's personal guest for n week; and," concluded Lieuteuaut Eatou, "be said ho wa3 treated most royally." Won tier fill Nerve* Captain Evans, of tbo lowa, in bis contribution to "Tbo Story of the Captains" for tbo Century, speaks of the wonderful nerve and enrage of a boatswain's-mato named Traiuor. shown at the destructi >n of tbo Yizcava. The boat of waick Trainor was acting-coxswain was lying near the stern of the burning cruiser, and most of the Spanish sailors crowded 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 the side of the almost red-hot ship. Trainor was heard to say, "We must save them men somehow," and without orders he jumped overboard, swam to the side of the Vizcaya, clambered up to the deck at the imminent risk of his life, kicked the three men overboard, took a header himself, and succeeded in rescuing all three of them. The water was full of sharks snapping and tearing at the Spanish dead and wouuded. Trainor was afterward promoted at the request of his captain. An UnnamfHl Hero. Among tlio melancholy applications for "leave to presume death" in the Stella disaster, off the coast of Eng laud, was one touching in its revela tion of a deed of heroism. Tbe ap plicant was a Miss Baker, whose father, a major, had gone down with tbe vessel. Both were about to perish when the father made a piteous ap peal to a boatload of passengers, who were leaving the side, to find room for his daughter. One mau, of wbose identity there is absolutely no trace, instantly stepped back to tbo ship, and allowed the lady to take his place. As the boat cleared tho side, the ves sel Avout down, carrying with it the girl's father and her unknown rescuer, ifow beautiful! how unutterably sad! His anonymity seems somehow to en hance the heroic grandeur of his death. Nothing would have been gained by knowing his name. A mau capable of such a deed wants no mortuary honors, nor the local habitation of a monument. He belongs to the in finite of greatness, and his fitting grave is the sea.—London Daily News. Origin of a Town's Nam p. 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 make 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 and put them in tho wagon before starting. | NEWS AND NOTES | 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, and sleeves. Deep crinkles are pop ular, and many of the inexpensive batistes, orgaudies and mulls are gaulTered. Pink, yellow and green are favored tints iu all transparent goods, ranking next to white and black in j^opularity. A Whcelwonmn'* Gnlter. A new idea for the wheelwoman'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 ago 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 tit over tlieinetep; 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 means of straps and buckles. As the spat-puttle can be tightened or loosened to suit the wearer, it forms a convenient kind of gaiter. A Girl'* Way to Make a Living. "What some New Y'ork 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 painting quills for so much n dozen. For golf hats and all sorts of sporting hats for women, and even men, she has brown, blue, black, or white quills, and paints them in polka dots of the same shade, in tennis racquets or golf-sticks crossed, hunts men's horns or foxes' tails, crioket balls, etc.—any emblem which is or dered or which suggests itself to her as appropriate."—Harper's Bazar. Tlie Summer Hatpin. Tho summer hatpin and the sailor hat have arrived. The latter is very rough as to straw, very narrow as to brim aud very low as to crown. It is becoming to most faces. The summer hatpins are of gold aud silver iu the shapo of oars, bearing tho name of one's favorite college in colored enamel. Flag hatpius with the col lege cry on the flag3taff are prevty. The usual sporting pins, tennis racquets, golf clubs, etc., are again to tho fore, and handsome enameled plaques to match the enameled bell buckles are used as hatpin heads. They are about au iuoh square or smaller aud 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. Xurso or it llcro. Mrs. Amanda Looney, familiarly known as "Aunty" Looney, the old nurse of Brigadier-General Fuuston, has been discovered residing on West Main street, at Springfield, Ohio. She is the proudest woman in the city be cause Inr "hoy, Freddy," is now a Brigadi u'-Geuoral and is beiug talked of by the whole world for his brilliant and feat less work iu the Philippines. She tool: care of him when tho family lived at New Carlisle. She says that when ho was quite small ho showed unusual ability for a child. He was a good boy, but full of life and grit. His father was lientenant in the Six teenth Ohio Battery, undor Captain Russell 0. 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. Louis Globe-Democrat. Separate Wni*t* 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 fcs au engaging garment, which may or may not bo worn with a particular skirt. "There are no two alike in tho 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 Btyle. 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. Aud tho same desirable lace, made up with white Liberty chiffon, is draped in fichu effect at the corsage. "Pastel pink taffeta, done with four clusters of tucks in front, nnd a vest of tho taffeta finely tucked is another lovely blouse to slip on with pink skirts or white ones, either, as you fancy. Nothing is smarter than tho necktie which matches the waist, whether silk or linen." Beach tulle hats are favored with soparate waists. —New York Press. Woman's Noblest Vocation, "Good housekeeping is easy house keeping, nnd if a woman wears herself into shreds and tatters keeping house the case is proven against hex - ," writes Helen Watterson 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 offioer 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 io, a place to rest in and to be soothed, a place in which to love a ul be loved, a place for confidences, an.l counsel, and strengthening words, and hope, and heartening. It is a good thing, and a noble thing, and a satisfying thing to bo a good housekeeper; there is no profession of which and in which a woman can be no proud, and when so blessed in head and heart and hand as to be able to make and keep one of those real homes which is a 'little sunny spot of green in the great desert of the world'—if there is anything bet ter thau this in life I have not yet found it." The Style of the Corset. The popular corset this season is n eross between the style ot 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 waißt. The old high cor sets look very muoh 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 bo so good a subject for the ana themas and edicts of ministers and the tirades of weary women as it has been in tho past. The ltuasian 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 Btand and walk and sit right. Maybe they can do that sort of thing in imperial Russia just by issuing a few edicts to cover the ease. In democratic America we have had to fall back on the corset. Of course there is Assemblymnn Daggett, of Bear Creek, who would legislate on the subject. But the corset seems to be a match for all comers and is in n fair way to have in the most literal sense, all womankind in its clutch.— New York Sun. UOMlp. In Portugal married women retain their maiden names. Miss Brandon is still, at the age of sixty-two, as industrious as over. Nineteen women brave the dangers of wilds and forests as trappers and guides. Women journalists in the United States number 888, with 2725 authors and literary persons. Queen Victoria's annual trip to and from Scotland alone costs her close on $32,250 a year. Miss Charlotte Kinney, of Syracuse, N. Y., is said to be the only womaD 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 million women in the United States earn their own bread. They have invaded all occupations, and one-third of all persons engaged in professional services are women. Mine. Loubet, mother of the new Prosideut of Franco, is a typical peas ant woman who, at the ago of eighty six, mauages 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 mcun. tainecring skill on some of tho Alps. The Emperor of Germany has be stowed on Fraulein Johanna Mestorf. the ourator of tlie Kiel Museum ol National Antiquities, the title of "professor." This is the first time in Prussian history that the predioate has been conferred upon a representa tive of the fair sex. Miss Florence Nightingale kept her eightieth birthday a few days ago i her London home. Though in feeble health, Miss Nightingale is still able to pursuit many of her old interests, as nurses, hospital authorities and sanitary reformers all the world over, and specially in India, can bear wit ness. Gleaning. From tlie Shops. Hats trimmed with wreaths of or chids. 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 iD matching shades. Many navrow-tuoked parasols in most brilliant hues. Strong displays of golf and tonni3 cloths and accessories. Much fancy materials for separate waists,, corded, plissed and otherwise elaborated. White daohesse lace parasols iD very open patterns appliquod on white mousseline. White warp print silks with shad owy floral designs arranged in various width stripes. Silk remnants rolled lengthwis with paper straps and rubber bands to prevent wrinkling. A vast array of bows, stook collars, ties and chemisettes made of thin, summer materials and lnce. Spanish turbans showing a black jetted brim, a profusion of plaited tulle trimmings in light oolorings and sweeps of paradise aigrette.—Drv Goods Economist.
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