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Two Chicago youths under arrest
for murder were led to their present
situation by reading dime novels. The
boy who can be persuaded to look to
a carefully chosen newspaper for read
ing not connected with his studies is
on pretty safe ground.
Ingenuity is by no means confined
to men of the world. Many a minister
understands the art of turning an
honest penny in behalf of a good
cause. A vicar of Cornwall, England,
for example, perceiving that the need
of his church is a new organ, spends
his spare time in making walking
sticks, which he himself offers for
sale in the market-place, thus steadily
increasing the organ fund.
It is not only in women's clothes
that styles change, but in house
decorations, for instance, the styles
are ever varying and with the styles
the taste in a truly surprising manner.
There is one odd thing to notice and
that is that the period in which, one
concedes, women's dress reached thf
high-water mark of ugliness, also saw
the rftgn of dark and gloomy wall
decorations, neither ugly enough uor j
beautiful enough to be artistic.
Vital statistics in England show
that the birth rate declined materially
in the twenty-two years between 187(1
and 1898. The causes a9sigued are
deferred marriages, the decreased
number of marriages anol diminished
fertility of marriage. The same is
true in nearly all the countries of
Europe. This means that while the
population is increasing, the rate of
increase is diminishing, Franco in
creases more slowly than any other. I
This country has had an epidemic
of sending poisoned candy through
the mails, but in Italy they have in- 1
vented new death-dealing devices. I
Bishop Riccardi, of Nardo, received a j
package marked "driel fruits," and i
when it was opened eight deadly
vipers sprang out of it. The assassin
who shoots his victim down in the
highway is a civilized being in com- !
parison with the person who would
plan so cowardly an attempt at mur
der.
Tlio Luftt Stand.
The castle of San Felipe, in the
harbor of Callao, Peru, is famous be- j
cause the Spanish flag waved from its j
battlements for the last time on the
continent of America. It was the I
ultimate refuge of Spanish authority
on this continent, and the Governor
of Peru with a garrison was beleagured
thero for eleveu months by the armies
of the patriots during the war for in
dependence. They did not surrender
until they had eaten all their old
boots and shoes, made sonp of the rats
and mice and other animals that in
fested the place and three-fourths of
them hail died of starvation and ex
haustion.—Chicago Record.
Thirty Years Old; Four Sets ofTwlm.
Mrs. Amos Cripe, wife of a well-to
do farmer, near Middlebnry, Ind., is
obeying the Biblical injunction to in
crease and multiply. Though but
little beyond thirty she is the mother
of nine children. Eight of the nine
are twins, the last pair having been
born a few weeks ago. Physicians
say this fecundity beats the record.
Evicted from the Orave.
Fancy being evicted from your last
resting place if your relatives neglect
ed to pay the rent! Yet this is what
happens every day in that island we
have been hearing so much of lately,
Porte Rico. In the Campo Santo, the
consecrated field, which lies on the cliff
edge near San Juan, it is impossible
to buy a grave right out, except at a
price which puts It out of the question
for poor people. The graves are leased
for a term of years, and if at tt„ end
of that time the lease is not renewed
the remains are dug up and the ground
relet.
And the Unnd I'layon.
Waiter—Kin Ah bring yo' an 'ade,
salt?
Jollyboy—What Kind of 'ades have
you?
Waiter —Lemonade, orangeade an
limeade, sah?
Jollyboy—Bring me a serenade
THE BOYS WHO WILL NOT RETURN.
From 'round the curve of the one-halt
world.
Far over the Western main.
With tattered banners of battle furled,
Our boys have come home again;
From out of the wars to the dear old shores
Of the laud that they love so well;
And our hearts are full of a gratitude
And gladness wo cannot tell;
But our joy is stilled and our eyes grow
dim.
As we think of the hearts that yearn
For the boys who wore left on the battle
lleld—
The boys who will not return.
Beneath the clouds and the suu and stars
That gleam in a foreign sky,
They sleep uuvoxed by the future wars.
While the tides of time roll by—
A sleep so deep that the dews which weep
On the turf that covers thein o'er,
And the winds which over their dwelling
sweep
Can never awake thorn mere;
Their race Is run and their lights are done,
And the hearts that in sorrow burn
Will lonir in vain, through their grief and
pain,
For the boys who will not return.
I HIS FIRST PATIENT, jjj
<f> Romance of a Telephone Call
J Rung by Spirit Hands. §>
<|> BY HELEN A. COUSINS.
WAS a young man
/ (pS f# of twenty-seven,
\ " ■ fig end had just hung
out my sign in a
%\\ ■ '
in 8 village of about
l.fe. 4 2000 inhabitants.
I There were at this
time three other
physicians in the
town, and during
.my four weeks'
S> stay I had been
favored with but few patients. I
boarded with an elderly lady, whose
grandson caved for the garden and
stable. My boarding mistress was
precise and methodical in everything,
and was a model of punctuality, so I
one day sot my watch, and the clock
in my little office, ten minutes fast, in
order to be prompt at meals when
at home. On the evening of that day,
just before the clock struck ten, my
telephone bell rang. I had only the
day previous had the instrument put
in, and hastened to answer my first
call. "Come immediately to Millville,
20 High street. Take the 10 o'clock
train."
"It is too late for me to catch that
train, but I will drive over with my
team if that will do. What is the
case?" I asked.
No reply. "Hello!" I called again,
but all was still. Then I rang up the
central office.
"Please connect again with the
parties who called for Dr. Wildes," I
said.
"No one has called for Dr. Wildes,"
answered the voice of the operator in
the central office.
"Yon must be mistaken, for I have
just been talking with some one
through the telephone who wants me,"
was my reply.
"The wires must be crossed some
where. I will see if I can find out
where the trouble is, sir," came in a
sleepy voice from the central.
I put on my hat and started toward
the stable, meeting Jimmy with lan
tern in hand.
"I waß just coming after yon, doo
tor," he said. "Your horse seems to
be dreadfully lame, and I can't find
out what ails her foot."
I sent the boy to a livery stable near
by to procure a team for me, and was
bathing and bandaging my own horse
when I heard the whistle of the 10
o'clook train. Then, remembering
that my watch had been too fast, I
muttered a very unorthodox expres
sion as I thought of the sixteen-mile
drive I must take in the cold March
night.
I had hastened in doors and put on
a heavy ulster, when 1 heard the boy
drive up to my door with the team.
Again I went to the telephone, and
ringing tip "central" I inquired if he
had ascertained who had called for
Dr. Wildes.
"I cannot find that any one has
called for you this evening," came the
reply over the wire.
Suspecting that somebody might be
trying to play a joke on me, I stopped
to the door and had the team returned
to the livery stable.
I seated myself in an easy ehair by
the fire and after reading a short time
I fell asleep. I awoke just as my
clock was striking twelve, and as the
last stroke ceased my telephone again
rang.
I hastened to reply, and received
the call, "Come to Millville on the
midnight train to 20 High street."
"Who wants me?" I asked, as I
knew not a soul in Millville.
I received no reply, although I rang
several times, and, putting on my
overcoat and cap, I seized my medi
cine case and hurried to the railroad
station, a few rods away, where the
night train stopped on being signaled.
Before 1 o'clock I had reached Mill
ville and found the place to which I
had been summoned.
It was an old-fashioned house,which
had been modernized by the addition
of hay windows in front, from one of
which shone a faint light. I hastened
hp the steps, but before my hand
could touch the door it was opened
from the inside, and I passed in. A
very old lady, with pale face and snowy
hair, silently pointed ti.j the next
room. I ontered and found I was in
a good-sized apartment that seemed to
be half parlor and half library. A
leather-covered lounge was drawn up
before an open fire, and upon it lay a
man of perhaps sixty years. An ugly
gash was in the right side of his head,
which, with the partially dried hlood
They were young and strong and their
hearts were light,
As they cheerily marched away
Perhaps they recked not a fearful night
Would follow so bright a day.
They dreamed of mother und love and
home,
They dreamed of new glories won;
But a leaden fute, that was winged oy hate,
Sped on and their dreams were done.
Fond hearts, made heavy and sore that
day.
Their lesson of grief must learn.
As they think of the boy that is far away,
The boy that will not return.
They gave their all at their country's call,
With the dour flag waving above.
We think with pride of the death they died
That gave them a Nation's love.
The voice was kindly that from afar
Gave the message which bade them cease,
As tliey anchored out by tlio souudless bar
Of the warless islands of peace.
But our hearts are full and our eyes grow
dim.
As we think of the ones who yearn
For the boys who sleep in their far-off
graves—
The boys who will not return.
upon his face, formed a picture at
which I shuddered.
I bent over him and felt for his
pulse. His hand was cold, but in his
grasp he held a peculiar-shaped key,
which I saw plainly in the light of the
fire. His lips moved, and without
opening his eyes he said: "The second
bunch of grapes, the second bunch of
grapes."
"The man is delirious," I thought
as I stepped into the hallway.
"Madam," I called as I peered
around in the darkness, "please bring
me a basin of warm water at once." I
heard no sound except my own voice.
I could faintly see by the light of the
fire that shone from the library that
there were three or four other doors
leading from the hall. One after an
other I tried to open them, but they
were all locked fast. X ran back into
the room from which I had just come.
The leather-covered lounge was still
drawn up in front of the tire, but the
man was gone. I looked wildly around
the room, but no sign of him could be
seen. I drew my hand over the lounge
aud found my finger showed plainly
on the dusty covering. The fire was
burning low, and I seized my modioine
case from the chair where I had placed
it, stopped into the hall aud hastily
opened the front door. Once outside
the house my courage returned, and,
looking back, I shouted, "Where are
you, sir?" but no answer came. Then
I grasped the door bell ard rang peal
after peal, but all I heard were the
echoes dying away in the empty house.
I may as well confess that I ran to the
railroad station. Wheu I asked the
night watchman who lived at 20 High
street he replied: "I canuot toll you,
sir, as I am but little acquainted in
the place." Still puzzling my brain
over the mystery, I remained with him
until 5 the next morning, when the
first train took me home.
The next afternoon, my courrge
having returned, I drove over to Mill
ville aud went straight to the house
which I had visited the previous night.
I went boldly up the front steps and
was ringing the bell, when a man at
work in the next yard looked over the
low fence.
"There is no one at home, sir," he
said.
"Where are the people who belong
here?" I asked.
"They aro spending the winter in
Southern California, and have been
away since last September," was his
reply.
On returning to my affice I found a
telegram from my sister, who lived in
an adjoining State. In rosponse to it
I started at once, and on arriving at
her home the following morning I
learned that an elderly physician, a
friend of hsr husband, was übout to
give up active practice. Arrangements
were speedily made and I moved to
my new location.
During the spring and summer I
was kept busy and had but little time
to myself, yet often I pondered over
my midnight visit to Millville, trying
to persuade myself that it might be
only a delusion of my brain while in
some stage of somnambulism.
One evening, at about 12.30, I had
returned from a professional call and
was about to retire, when I picked up
the evening paper, which my thought
ful sister always left on my table.
The first item I read was a notice in
the society columns: "Miss Mar
guerite Lawton, of Millville, is visit
ing her grandmother, Mrs. Stephen
Powers Lawton, on College avenue."
The name of the town brought to
my mind the mysterious call I had
once answered. I placed the paper
on the table at my elbow. As I did
so I became aware of a feeling as if
some one was in the room. Glancing
hastily around I saw that I was alone,
but as my gaze again fell on the table
I saw moving toward me tho figure of
a man's hand, holding in its grasp the
same peculiarly shaped key. The
hand moved over the table until it
rested on the paragraph I had just
read, and the key tapped once or
twioe on the name, "Marguerite."
The hand began to fade; already I
could see to read the letters that were
under it, and, as the shape of the key
began to grow indistinot, I seized a
pencil and made a sketch of it on the
margin of the paper, opposite the
paragraph.
The key had barely faded from my
view when my bell rang. A man
stood in the door. "Come at once to
Mrs. Lawton's, College avenue."
In response to my inquiries he re
plied: "She ia unconaciona; it is
probably a stroke of paralysis."
In a few minutes we entered the
room, where a slight, girlish figure,
clad all in black, was kneeling by the
side of a bed, whereon lay an oldlady.
She was dead, and but one glance was
needed to show me that she was the
mysterious one wV> had opened the
door for me at the Willville house.
"Here is the ujetor, Miss Mar
guerite," said the man.
The young girl rose nnd with a
stitted sob held out her hand to me.
"My dearest friend, my only friend
on earth, is gone," she cried.
A few days later my sister and I
called to see Miss Lawton, who had
decided to close her grandmother's
house and go away.
"The only relative I have now is
my mother's half-brother in Cali
fornia. He has telegraphed for ma to
come to him. Poor papa and I were
so happy there until his sudden death
last spring." Then she added, "X
will Bhow you his picture," and tak
ing a photograph from a case on the
table sho handed me the exaot like
ness of the man whom I had found
upon the lounge with the ugly gash
on his head. I did not question her
at that time, although my curiosity
was difficult to control, as I saw that
she was deeply agitated, and I felt
that she must be kept as calm as pos
sible.
Destiny, fate or what compelled me
to follow Marguerite to California? I
was not wholly impelled by the desire
to obtain a solution of my mystery of
which I felt that somehow I held the
key, having been to a locksmith and
hud a key made from the drawing on
the newspaper margin. In the latter
part of January I placed my practice
in the hands of one of my medical
friends who was not quite ready to
settle down, and started out for a six
weeks' vacation.
Marguerite and my sister had kept
up a correspondence, so I had no dif
ficulty in finding the object of my
search"; and in less than five weeks
was on my way east with my bride.
Before leaving California X had
learned the particulars of Mrs. Law
ton's sudden death. Marguerite's
grandmother, who had been a leader
in society until her husband's death,
was the possessor of some valuable
diamonds, which a few years previous
she had placed in her son's hands for
safe-keeping until Marguerite should
be of an age to wear them. He very
seldom mentioned the jewels to his
daughter, and it was supposed that he
carried them around his person. One
day in early March he was returning
from a drive, when he saw a man
skulking around the street corner who
looked strangely familiar to him. He
fiually said to Marguerite: "It has
just oocurred to me that the stranger
is Davidson, who used to be employed
by your grandmother. She wrote me
some little time ago that she had dis
charged him because she found him
one day trying to unlock her desk
where her private papers were kept."
The following day Mr. Lawton wa3
brought home unconscious, with a
cruel wound in his head. Eobbery
was evidently the motive of the as
sailant, for the diamonds were gone,
also the money and watch of the vic
tim. The poor man did not regain
consciousness, but died in a few hours.
Comparison of the dates showed that
this occurred at the very time I had
been called to Millville.
Inquiry proved also that the grand
mother had been in her own home, ill
in bed with an attack of rheumatism,
on that night.
Befrye going back to my practice 1
went with Marguerite to her old home.
On arriving there I told her of my
mysterious visit and of the key which
had been held out to me. I produced
the one 1 had had made and asked if
sho had seen one like it, but she never
had.
When we entered the dining room
it was a bright, sunny day. I looked
around the room, and as my glance
rested on the massive oak sideboard
that was built into one corner of the
room I saw along the top were carved
grape leaves and bunches of grapes.
Suddenly there flashed into my mind
the words: "The second bunch of
grapes." Mounting a chair, I man
aged to reach it. After a few attempts
I found I could move it a little, and
fiually I succeeded in pushing to one
side the entire cluster, leaving ex
posed a keyhole in a little door of iron
four or five inches square. Producing
my mysterious key, I at once unlocked
the door and found that the aperture
contained a small iron box, in which
we found the missing diamonds.
We soon went to the house of Mar
guerite's grandmother, where we have
lived for the last eight years, during
which time I have only once met with
another ghostly visitor. But that is
another story.—Chicago Record.
Superstitious Man Ten Cents Ahead.
The other day Mr. Horace Parkes,
a young farmer, residing in the Red
House neighborhood, called on Mr.
John Donelson, the leading carriage
manufacturer of Richmond, Ky., for
the purpose of settling his semi-annual
account. Mr. Donelson examined his
books and stated to Mr. Parkes that
his bill was sl3. After some hesitancy
Mr. Parkes remarked: "This number
seems to have started with me, and
continues tooccur in all I have to do or
that may affect me so as ever to rofresh
my mind with its connection with my
existence. I was born on the thirteenth
day of the month, was the thirteenth
child, my father died when I was thir
teen years of age, and now my bill is
$13." Mr. Donelson, in considerable
excitement, said: "I won't collect the
bill. Give me $12.90 anh your bill ir
squared."
hie Neighborly Instinct.
Among the women a newcomer is
never considered neighborly until she
has sent the hired girl to borrow at
least two nutmegs and three cups of
I sugar.—New Tork Press.
I NEWS AND NOTES §
I FOR WOMEN. I
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Braid on the New Tailor Gowns.
The new tailor gowns and pseudo
tailor gowns aro trimmed with flat
braid put on with conspicuous stitch
ing. Innumerable embroidered dresses
are imported, those most in vogue
having deep floral borders in colors
contrasting with the fabric; for ex
ample, roses and foliage on a delicate,
pale sage-green. These decorated
fabrios are expensive to buy, but they
require no trimming. The vogue of
braid is being abnsed. The large,
intricate .and conspicuous patterns
with which many a dress is covered
are far from the best taste, but no
signs of a reaction are apparent.
Home Made Perfumes.
Southern women are fond of making
the perfumes for their own use, and
as they prepare them these are as
delioions as the best imported. Their
method is to have an airtight box with
panes of glass that just fit into it. A
layer of mutton suet or beef tallow is
placed on a pane of glass and covered
thickly with the fresh rose leaves or
other blossoms, gathered as soon aB
the morning dew is dried off. An
other layer of tallow is laid over the
flowers and covered by another pane
of glass. This ia repeated until the
box is full, when it is shut and placed
in a dark, cool room.
In about thirtjs-six hours the tallow
wijl have absorbed all the odor, and
it ia then put into a jar of alcohol suf
ficient to cover thoroughly. The alcoA
hoi in its turn absorbs the odor, and
is strained off the tallow and carefully
stoppered.
A Russian Woman Editor.
An accomplished young Russian,
Anna Evremoff, is now in this coun
try, She was at first an editor in her
own country, but committing the fatal
mistake of having original opinions,
her paper was suppressed and she be
took herself to the University of Hei
delberg, and was the first woman ever
granted a diploma in law at Leipsio.
The story of her degree is that she
was refused for the sufficient reason
that she was a womaD. One day the
King of Saxony visited the university,
and noticing this one woman among
the many men, accosted her, and find
ing that she was a Russian, asked her
if she was happy in his country, on
whioh she told her story with the ef
feot that the King ordered that she
immediately have her Examination;
sha was able to prove her right to a
diploma and received it.—The Argo
naut.
New Pocket Handkerchiefs.
Small monograms, embroidered in
colored linen thread, ornament the
corners of the new handkerohiefs.
The hem-stitohed border is qnite nar
row and sometimes it is of pink, blue,
lilac or red to match the monogram.
Colorod handkerohiets with white
corners, upon which a colored flower,
initial or butterfly or other small de
sign is embroidered in color, are odd
and fanciful. A whito 'kerchief with
a spray of maidenhair delicately em
broidered in one corner is very dainty
and effeotive. As the majority of wom
en never adopt startling novelties in
pocket handkerchiefs any more than
they pen notes on brilliant purple or
bright red notepaper, these fanciful
scraps of lawn aud hemstitching will
probably ho given over to the school
girl. Tbo plain white 'kerchiefs are
as daintily simple as usual, edged with
lace, hemstitched, and embroidered
with small patterns or with a dainty
convent-worked moaogram.
Care of the Hands.
The flesh at the root of the nail
should be loosened nnd pushed back
with an ivory blade or dull-pointed
steel. It is easily done, after soaking
the fingers in tepid water for about
twenty minutes. This will disclose
the half-moon—whioh, in moßt cases,
is nearly or quite oovered—whioh adds
greatly to the beauty of the hand. A
manicure has a tiny pair of scissors,
whioh are made forthe purpose, with
which he cuts away all the superfluous
flesh at the roots of the nails, after
rubbing them baok. When the naile
are in good condition, a few minutes'
care and attention daily will keep
them so. Every time the hands are
washed the flesh should be pushed
baok with the towel, and a very few
minutes' rubbing with ohamcis skin,
with powdered pnmioe stone moist
ened with sweet oil, will polish the
nails. The finest polish is said to be
hand polish, which the manicure gives
to a pair of hands by an hour's polish
ing.
Water can be easily softened with a
few drops of ammonia or—what is bet
tor-—a small piece of lump borax, warm
water, into whioh enough borax has
dissolved to make the water feel slip
pery when pressed between the finger
and thumb, is very good for washing
the hands. Many people who do not
work wash the hands but seldom.
The day's accumulation of dirt is al
lowed to remain on the hands all night.
Upon rising, the hands are washed in
cold water. The possessor wonders
why, when she does no work, her hands
are not white.—Woman's Life.
The Woman Who Failed.
The name of the women who have
gone into the chicken business hope
fully, and given it up disconsolately,
is legion; but, in despite of repeated
failures, the idea still tempts its vic
tim, and the "little place with a vege
table garden and chickens" is as seduc
tive as ever.
"We took a small house in the coun
try a few years ago," said one of these
aspirants relating her experiences,
j "thinking we could at least reduce our
J living expenses, rf not actually coin
j money, by starting a vegetable garden
j and poultry yard. Our first experi
ment was with ducks. We hatohed
out a number of fine broods under
hens, ana, as we were on the water,
we natnrally thought the conditioni
wereperfeot. One day a heavy storm
came up, our ducks got wet, and everj
one died, for it seems that young ducki
must not get wet on any account.
"That was our first blow; othon
followed all too quickly. The chick*
ens did well at first, and then had a
series of ailments and refused to lay.
I bought a cow, and found I had been
cheated, as it went dry in a few
months. In the garden the cauli*
flowers grew rampant, and refused to
head; the peas turned out badly; the
spinach dwindled, and the only bright
spot in that garden was the onion
patch. My opinion of this vegetable
has undergone a great change. 1
shall always regard it with gratitude,
I dare say, on the theory that failures
are only premiums paid to success. I
should have done better if I had per
severed, but it was too wearing.
Never shall I forget my joy when I
came back to town to a flat, and when
next I try to earn money it will not
be by raising vegetables or poultry."—
New York Tribune.
Gossip.
Boer women are forming rifle clubs.
A successful ranch owner in Kansas
is a woman.
Women are not permitted to be
photographed in China.
A training sohool for women nurses
has been opened in Havana, Cuba.
The woman's club movement has
developed great strength in the West.
The Legislative Council of Western
Australia has passed a bill enfranchis
ing women.
A conservatory and rose garden in
Elmira, N. Y., is owned and managed
by a woman.
Kansas City, Mo., has established
an institute particularly for substitute
teaohers, in order that they may be
kept up to the modern methods of
teaching.
The Twentieth Century Club of
Portland, Oregon, devotes itself to the
stndy of the history and present
sooial and commercial status of foreign
countries.
Mrs. Julia Barrett, of Sacramento,
Cal., has prepared a system of steno
graphy in the Chinese language,
which is found to be of great com
mercial value.
The chief duty of a Japanese woman
all her life is obedienoe—while un
married, to her parents; when mar
ried, to her husband and his parents;
when widowod, to her son.
A woman's club in Iceland, known
as the Thorvnldsen Society, looks
aftor the poor, keeps up a sewing
school, visits the hospital, and carries
on various philanthropic enterprises.
Following the counsel of the court
physicians, the Empress of Germany,
who is in feeble health, is taking les
sonß daily in the palaoe riding school,
which has been built for her especially.
The costliest string of pearls in
England is said to belong to the
Duchess of Marlborough. It was a
wedding gift from her mother, and
was originally among the crown jewels
of France.
Justice Bookstaver, of the Supreme
Court in New York City, has handed
down a decision refusing the applica
tion of the "Colonial Dames of Amer
ica" to restrain "the Colonial Dames
of the State of New York" and the
"National Society of the Colonial
Dames of Amerioa" from using their
several names.
Gleanings From the Shops.
New ideas in prettily carved gilt
bangles.
Much blue stationery, showing
groups of fleur-de-lis designs.
Fall styles in hatpins and stickpins
fashioned from pearl, crystal and
strass.
Point d'esprit nets with various
sized meshes showing either white or
black dots.
An abundance of bodice garnitures
composed of pearls in oval and ob
long forms.
Net robes and allovers patterned
tastefully . with large pailetteß in
ouirass designs.
Newly opened lines of stiok pins and
brooohea representing golf and col
lege emblems.
New assortments of barrettes for the
hair fashioned from tortoise shell or
gilt in plain or jewel-studded effects.
New collections of white taffeta oord
ings that alternate with either ex
quisitely fine black or white silk lace.
Velvet stook collars showing ap
pliques of steel beads, from which a
pretty fringe depends over a chiffon
front.
Bodioe garnitures composed of jet
with pendant fringes, in which vari
ously shaded jewels are tastefully in
terspersed.
Beautiful grenadines for the winter
evening wear; on which antique de
signs are wrought with tinsel or sil
ver traceries.
Children's dresses elaborately
trimmed with the finest nainsook em
broidery and entredeux threaded with
colored ribbon.
Fall veilings in staple colorings
and a world of new mesh arrangements
showing a profusion of velvet spots
variously spaced.
A vast variety of Luxeuil and other
laces in open bold patterns woven in
widths sufficiently wide for capes and
long outer mantles.
Plenty of new designs and combina
tions in imperial ties for women's and
men's wear, with cashmere borderings
a conspicuous point.
Large pictnre hats ornamented with
some tissue material, long ostrioh
plumes, jet ornaments of various de
signs and tulle strings.
Many trimmings on the passemen
terie order, showing fringes of various
sized beadß or the old-time bugles in
combination cith beads.
/ A SONG OF A DREAM.
Blossoms In the windy woods-
Voices In the solitudes;
Thrushes singing silver-sweet
Where the lights and shadows meet;
Star of night and rose of dawn—
Whither has the bright dream gone?
It was woven of roses white—
Lilies of the dew and light;
Sunflowers fair and manifold,
Olvlug gardens all their gold.
Star of night and rose of dawn—
Whither has the bright dream gone?
Song and sunlight, gloom and gleam—
Heart-beats echoed through the dream;
Faiths and hopes, and doubts and fears-
Lips that kissed away my tears.
Spirit of the dark and dawn—•
Whither has the bright dream gone?
Take each high star's golden beam-
Give me back the dream—tho dreaml
With its balm and bloom replete,
And the face thnt made It sweetl
Star of night and rose of dawn-
Whither has the bright dream gone?
—F. L. Stanton, In Atlanta Constitution.
PITH AND POINT.
Mr. Snapp —"Life is full of contra
dictions." Mrs. Snapp—"No.it isn't."
—Judy.
Visitor (in penitentiary)—" What
brought you to this place, my ftiend?"
Convict—"Th' sheriff."—Ohio State
Journal.
"Dear me!" exclaimed the fond
father, anxiously; "whatever can be
the matter with the baby? It isn't
crying."
She—"l wonder if it is hard to
write dialect stories?" He—"l should
think it might be. I know it's hard
to read them."—Somerville Journal.
He kissed the maid upon the oheek.
And when the deed was done,
Tho good book's teaching she obeyed,
And turned the other oue.
—Chicago Dally News.
Caller (to little Bobby)—" Bobby,
what makes your eyes so bright?"
Bobby (after a little thought)—"l
'spects it's 'cause I ain't had 'em very
long."
Andy Smart—"Say, papa, are the
things that Congressmen say appro
priate?" Old Smart—"Appropriate
is about all they do say."—Syracuse
Post.
"I don't think she looks very high
to marry a clerk." "Oh, but he was
irresistible. She found him at the
bargain counter."—Philadelphia Bul
letin.
Employer (irascibly) "Confound
that boy! H6's never here when he's
wanted!" Clerk—"lthiuk it must be
hereditary with him, sir. His father
is u policeman."
"How affectionate your little boy
must be to write you a nine-page let
ter." "Yes; it is all about a white
billy goat he wants to bring home."—
Detroit Free Press.
He—"l'm thinking of proposing to
you." She—"l hope yon will post
pone it awhile." He—"Why?" She
—"I don't know you well enough yet
to refuse you."—Town Topics.
"Why is a basob 11 pitcher no
longer any good when he has a glass
arm?" "I suppose because the other
! fellows can then see through his
curves."—Philadelphia North Ameri
can.
"This," remarked the professor,
carefully removing the postage stamp
from the envelope of n letter ho had
conoluded not to send, "is what might
be called 'getting off a good one.' "
Chicago Tribune.
Lawyer—"What is your age,
madam?" Fair Witness—"l am—er
—that is—er " Lawyer (sarcas
tically)—" Kindly remember, madam,
that every moment you gain now will
not be to your advantage."—Philadel
phia Record.
Featherstone "Come, Bobby
(handing him a quarter), how many
fellows have called on your sister this
week?" Bobby—"Let's see—five."
"That doesn't include me, does it?"
"Oh, no. Sister says you don't
count."—Brooklyn Life.
The class was having lessons in
natural history, and the teacher asked,
"Now, is thero any boy here can tell
me what a zebra is?" Tommy—"Yes,
sir; I can." Teacher—"Well,"Tommy!
what is a zebra?" Tommy—"Please,
sir, a zebra is a donkey with a foot
ball suit on I"
Woman's Quick Tact.
The following story illustrates a
woman's quick tact in an emergency.
It is about a college president who
is a great gardenor and wears a glass
eye. One day this college president
—it being summer and he on his va
oation—rushed in from the garden all
soiled and spattered and without his
glass eye. His wife was seated with
a caller of importance. She per
ceived the special unfitness of her
husband's condition and frigidly said
to him: "John, go at onoe to the li
brary and tell your master Mrs.
wishes to see him." He went and
soon reappeared clothed, eyed and in
his right mind.
This college president, it is plain,
is himself a man of presence of mind.
There are plenty of men who, con
fronted by suoh a remark of genius as
this, would have stared and faltered
out: "But, my dear " and spoiled
it all.—Boston Suocess.
He'd Been Helping: Jerry.
In a small village in Kent lived a
■farmer who had two sons—the elder,
Jerry, an industrious and
ing boy; tbe youngstar, Willie, just as
idle. His father, wishing to enoour
age the idle one, said to him:
"Willie, my boy, work hard all day
and I will give you a shilling when I
oome home."
Evening came. Willie met his lather
at the gate, saying: "Father, I have
just about worked to-day. I have
been helping Jerry all day."
His father, greatly pleased, replied:
"That's a good boy, here's your shil
ling. By the by, what has Jerry been
doing?"
"Ob! he's been fishing, fathet,"
name the unexpected reply.—London
Spare Moments.