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SUNSHINE IN THE HEART.
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Let us carry our sunshine with us
•'•ever our footsteps tend, -
Th -gii dark be the clouds above us,
And gloomy the path before.
Let the joys that we once have treasured
A joy to the present lend,
And the hope of a gladder future
Console till our griefs are o'er. £1
What matter then if skies be dun,
If in our hearts still shines the sun?
Let us carry our sunshine with us! */•
A wounded heart it will cheer
That foi gets that the skies are glowing,
So long has their light been veiled;
And a word, if in kindness spoken.
While smiles on the face appear,
May strike the full chords of sympathy
When all other efforts have failed.
What matter then if skies be dun,
If in our hearts still shines the sun?
■ —— —George Birdseye.
HIS FIRST CASE.
a doctor’s story.
It froze, and it continued to freeze!
There was. lacework on the panes of the
most exquisite beauty,and icicles of crys
tal dependent from the eaves of my
house. The trees were so covered with
fairy frostwork that when the sun shone
the eyes were dazzled, while the
was—no, ought to have been, filled with
wonder.
I say ought to have been, for mine was
not. In fact, I was too ill-tempered at
that time,and the mere it froze the worse
my temper grew. I walked up and
down my little surgery to keep myself
warm, and abused everything and every
body, myself worst of all.
I abused Long Pogis for being the
prettiest and healthiest place that was
ever situated twenty miles from a town
and railway station, and called myself an
idiot for buying a practice in set out-of
the-way a spot, and thinking that I, a
young doctor, would be sure to get on.
But I had not “got on,’’for I had been
there a year, and so far had found that
my practice reallv was to practise pati
cnee, for no one would give me a chance
m medicine. Not but that there were
plenty of people about: the trouble was
that either they would not he ill, or,
when they were ill, they would go to old
Doctor Hobson at Tunston, twenty miles
iway, when they might have come to me
and been cured for half the money.
I was not what is commonly called
“hard up,” for I had enough money left
to last but me, with economy" for another
year; I was sick and tired of the ter
rible inaction, and of being pitied, or
laughed at, or treated with contempt, 1 as
the new doctor.
In such a frame of mind I ought to
and forced myself to go out, instead of
sitting indoors studying, and fearing to
leave home in ease that long-expected
patient should come, as come he would,
I was sure, directly I went out.
I walked to the lire and poked it that
frosty day, and then I walked to the :
window, rubbed away a little of the
ferny ice pattern, and looked out.
Two ruddy-faced young fellows and
three merry-looking girls, evidently
witli 1 tlie frozen snow uuu GtGskin? cleaning nnd «* uu
crunching under their , , feet as each swung
a pair of glistening skates dependent
from the wrist.
“Off! skating!” I said aloud, and a
thrill of pleasure shot through me.
Well, why not? I had a splendid pair
of nearly new skates, which had been
ground and oiled before they were put
away two seasons before. The ice was
perfectly safe, the sun shone, the sky
was blue. In imagination 1 began to
glow and feel the blood throbbing in
my. veins as I heard the hollow, metalic
ring of the black ice, and saw the puffs
of white dust flv at every stroke of my
‘
steel blades as I sped along.
“They're going up to the big sheet of
water on the way to the hall. Lord John
is in town, and the baliff has given them
leave. Hurrah! I’ll be a boy again for
•a day, and skate as I used to skate. It’ll
do me good, and —■”
A second thought struck me, and I
threw myself in my chair with my fore¬
head all in lines, for I caught a glimpse
of it in the glass.
“Self-denial, John Russell!” 1 said.
‘‘Master yourself, for so sure as you go
skating somebody will come and want
you. Stop at home and study up, ready
for the patient who will come. Your
.surgery's weak yet.
“Of course it is!” I roared, angrily,
ns if in answer to somebody who had
spoken. “So would yours be if you had
no practice!”
I jumped up and went to the window
again, for a party of young men and wen all .
going by, talking and laughing,
carrying the skates but one, who had a
gun.
As I reached the window I shrank
back, and felt the blood tingle in my
cheeks, for one tall young fellow, whom
I recognized as a gentleman farmer s son
irs ?tzitszn "e?«n
laughed. “Tney T .
“Ah me!” I sari to myself. ,, „
are pitying the poor doctor, when, pei
haps, that fellow with the gun will shoot
himself, or half a dozen of them will go
in and be half drowned, or-—who's that
they’re talking to in the chaise ? Oh, Old
Morton, the veterinary surgeon. Pity I
was not brought up a vet! Plenty of
horses, cows, pigs and sheep want doc
toring, but no people.” took down
The skaters went on, and I
abook which, off and on, I studied all
day, ? going » deeply J,*. into the construction
of - joints . and , their muscles, , and ques- tloc
tiomng myself how Ishould procmi if at
any time I was ea ed ‘1
Lent with a sprained ankle, knee, wn. ,
elbow, or dislocated limo.
Just- as I resumed mv seat after lurch
the skaters came back, evidently to their
■own dinners, and just then Mrs. Dinton
came in to clear awav.
“I knowed it would be. sir, - ’ she said.
“The pump-it’s froze hard. ”
“Restore its circulation with a kettle
of bailing water, Mrs. Dinton,” I said,
THE'OGLETHORPE ECHO, LEX I NOT ON, GA., FRIDAY, JANE ARY 3 1890 .
“and have it bandaged with hay bands.’’
“Why, sir, any one would think that
you were a country gentleman, instead of
from town. That's just what I was going
to do."
I went on reading; Mrs. Dinton went
on talking.
“They tell me some of the young
people's got a whole bundle of torches
from Tunston, and they’re going to skate
to-night by torchlight. And oh, what
do you think, sir? Marly, the carrier,
tells me that the old doctor over at
Tuuston's ill in bed with gout.’’
him!” “Humph! Might send for me to help
I muttered to myself.
“And that he has got a local demon
down from London to help him.”
“Ah what?” I roared.
j “Well, sir, I thought it strange, but
that’s what Marly said.”
“No, no; locum teuens, Mrs. Dinton.”
“No, sir; he said local demon as plain
as plain, and Dick Marly’s a very careful
man. You won’t go skating, sir? I did
dusty your skatescs. ”
“No, no, Mrs. Dinton. Too busy,
thanks.
“Poor old fellow! Gout? Well, he
will not want me,” I said to myself, and
I read till the sun set red over the hill,
: and then till the mist was gray, and the
night set in as it does set in during a
: January frost.
As I sat over my tea in my cosey,warm
I room, and listened to the humming of the
’ frosty wind outside, I turned in chair
listen my
to to a merry chorus, as a party
j went by my window, and the clink of a
pair of skates told mo what their mission
must be.
I read on for perhaps an hour, quite in j
good spirits, and was mentally treating a
very bad sprain successfully, when Mrs.
Dinton bustled into the room.
“A letter for you, sir. Man brought
it from the Hall, sir.”
“From the Hall?” I cried, excitedly,
"
“Is he waiting?”
“No, sir; he’s gone again. Said yon
was to come on.directly.”
I opened the envelope with trembling
fingers, and read, written in a bold clear
hand:
.. Mb . resell: Come on to the Hall cli
rectly. badly Lord John has met with an accident.
Leg '" fractured. Bring your instru
ments
“Lord John!” I exclaimed. “I thought
hi » lordshi P was in town.”
‘ ;I dld hear as 1,e " as expected down
at any ” tune, sir. Is anything the mat-j
tCT? !
“ Le S broken! , I said, hurriedly.!
“Q ulck « Mls ' Dint “b m Y ™at!” !
“Bless ns and save us! Poor, clear
man! He’s slipped on the front door .
steps as sure as I’m a sinful woman, and 1
him with a houseful o’ servants, and not J
to think to throw down a shovel of ash!
ages and splints intoYny pockets, a bottle !
or two in others, and then caught up a j
long mahogony box from the sideboard
cupboard.
“Oh, for goodness sake, sir, don’t say
as you’re going to—’’
“That's all, I think,!” I said, breath- i
lessly. “Don’t sit up if I’m late.”
The next minute, without hearing Mrs.
Dinton s. reply, I was out in the frosty j
uight thinking of the task I had in hand,
i h&d «i mile mid «i luiif to 20 ° J , pussinff 1 7
two or three ,, farm , houses . before . .. I reached ,
the park with its fine avenue of oaks;
and ju t before I reached the last house,
with its ruddy lights staining the pure j
snow, I could see other lights down in
a hollow to my left, and hear shouts as
Die smoky torches ot the skaters glided
here aud there.
I almost ran the rest of the way, and
kept expecting to see the illuminated
windows of the old Elizabethan Hall;
But all was dark ^ and still, aud when 1
reached the place, I was saluted by the
baying of a dog, and a man came out of
a y ard *-° m J’ right with a lantern, while
beyond him I could see the lights in the
stables,
“Who’s there?”
“I—Mr. Russell,” I said. “Will you
show me the way up to the house?”
‘Wes, sir; hut there's no one there,
sir. Mr. Bennet and old Sam are in the
stables.” 1
“What, is he there?” I said.
“Yes, si>, and mighty bad.”
“Be quick, then. How did the acci
dent occur?”
“Well, sir, that's what I can’t make4
out,” said the old bailiff, whom I now'
recognized, as he led me toward the
stable. “No business to ha’ slipped up
as he did, for it's only three days since he
was roughed.”
“What?” I said, as we entered the
stable where a group of people were
standing in front of a stall.
“Had him well-roughed” said the
bailiff.
“My good man!” I exclaimed; “has!
not Lord John broken his leg;
“Yes, sir, worse uck ! and only fetch
mg a load of wood: and a fine taking
luslordsb.p will be m, and the young k
J™" ^"’rton says j
him lmt the p„i ( ,-ax.
-Here.” I said, ’ unbuttoning Areas', my coat
takin thfi , e tcr from
The old bailiff opened and read the
letter by the light of the lantern.
“Some one’s been having a game with ;
you sir—hocussing of you.”
f slamped my foot and made a snatch
nt the letter, white with rage and disap
pointment. “Which I call it shame, sir. It's
a
because we alius called the old horse
~ . ’ . ' , ” ,
“ or< ! 0 u '
-Give me my . letter and . , le. mego. „
4k Stop a moment, sir,' 7 said the old
ta £ng out a letter which he read
^
-Well mind and shut the gates after we've
(lone skating, and we shall be off the ice by
--Yes, I thought so, sir. One of Mr.
Mark Winsey’s games. Look.”
I snatched the two letters and com
aarecl them. There wa« no doubt about
it. I had been hoaxed by the practical
joker of the place.
“If I had him here,” I said, fiercely,
“I’d horsewhip him.”
••And serve him right, too, sir. It’s
too had to a gentleman; and it’s like
him as called wolf in the fable. P’r’aps
some day he’ll want help and it mayn't
come.”
“Well, Master Bart,” said a rough
voice, “the sooner the better, I say.”
“Oh, don't say that, Mr. Morton,”
cried a woman, “Poor old Lord John »:? !
“Well ’tis a bad job, Mrs. Bonnet, but
the sooner he's put out of his misery the
better.”
“I’m ’fraid so, Mr. Morton. Poor old
chap, then!”
The baliff went into the stable where
a good looking cob was standing on
three legs, and the poor brute turned its
• head round and uttered a pitiful whin
j uying sound, while I looked on.
“If you’ll fetch the pole-axe, Mastei
Bart, I’ll soon do it,” said the harsh -
! voiced man.
“Is the leg badly broken?” I said.
“Well, no; not what you’d call badly
broken.”
“Couldn’t you set it?”
“Set it!” said the vet contemptuous
| ly; “who ever heard of setting a horse's
“I have,” I said sharply, for his tone
i Annoyed me.
I “Then you’d better set it,” he said,
"’Bh a sneer,
“I will,’ I said,
“What?
“Does your master set much store by
this horse? ” 1 said -.
“Store by him, sir? , cried . the bailiff
About “Why, it. Miss.Lydia His lordship will wouldn break her t lose heart him
for a hundred pound. ”
“Shall I try and set the leg? I said,
“Shall you try, sir? Will you?
For answer I took oft' iny coat, and
the veterinary surgeon laughed,
* need not tell you how we did it.
Sllffiee ; xt that 1 dld set that horfs s Ie *
that The poor animal seemed , tc
understand what was going on, ana
m bbed his muzzle against my., hand as 1
patted and talked to him after he was
hoisted n P add s un S lr(,m Die stable
Lifters,
As I went home at about eleven, I was
^hurriedZ7 ! hurried me to to one one T OI tnc he farms’ larms,
w ' ien ‘ 1 Ihjuncl another patient awaiting
me lying groaning on a mattress,
•-How did this happen. I said.
“We were just leaving the ice ’ said
one of the party, Wnen Mark slipped
and fell.
“M-ark!” I mvoluntonly replied.
“Yes mr, Mark Wmsey.
1 meditated for a tew moments as
rt( '; llled th<: ballft s words ’ a “ d tbe “ ]
took , oft my coat once more, and with a
! lea 1 ea ° ’ s r ?' v ucu m sma ma
- ’ ;
box on the farm kitchen . . table , .
“All leave the loom, I said, but
kuelt dowu aud esammed the lu J ured
“““f „„ ® fraPtme ‘ d ’ » t U paid ’ ..lust ' ' below
c , „ , , ,
.
There was a faint groan from my pa¬
tient.
“Lucky for you, Mr. Mark Winsey,”
I said, “that I’ve been in practice to
ni 'it” Sj
e th
» ‘ looked at me wildly “
-
, - - John's ] e <r sir and
. letter. T I did 1 bring • instruments— • , .
h my J
cvv/hat?” .. { „
he groaned. “Doctor! doc
''„•>' not going b to take off my }
‘
“Surely I ought to know best what tc
do in a case like yours, sir. There, 1
shall not hurt you much. You are toe
young and stout-hearted to need chloro¬
form. Your friends will hold you. Be
kind enough to pass me that case.”
“Doctor, a moment!” he whispered,
hoarsely, as he clung to my hand, which
I had laid upon his wrist. “I won’t
flinch. I’ll be a man, but—but—it was
a beastly contemptible thing to do, and—
and I beg your pardon.”
1 ‘And I beg yours, my lad. I am
ashamed of myself for being so mean as
to try and frighten you in revenge for
yJlur practical joke.”
“I swear I’ll never--”
“No, no, don’t swear it,” I said.
“There, lie still; I will not hurt you
much. It is a simple fracture, and soon
you shall be quite well.”
“Thank God!” I heard liLtd whisper to
himself, “for my mother's sake!”
1 kept my word, and 1 believe he kept
his; and we two became the best ol
friends.
As for Lord John, to the disgust of old
Morton, the veterinary surgeon, and the
delight of Miss Lydia, Lord John’s
daughter, the horse’s leg bone knit to¬
gether, and he lived for five years longe.r,
with only a slight limp.
Somehow that frosty day always seemed
to be the turning point in my career, for
the unlooked-for results of Mark’s
practical * joke made me good friends at
hft Hall ami within a few raollth5 l w;l ,
tfa& £ possessor 0 f ;l respectable practice,
whi( with the succeeding years has
steadil * increased. Youth'» Companion.
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Powdered milk is prepared by reducing
fresh milk, after having removed a por
tion of the cream, in a vacuum-pan, to
the consistency of ordinary condensed
milk. Granulated white sugar is next
added, to render the mass sufficiently
friable, and the temperature is lowered
some twenty or thirty degrees. The cou¬
tents are then removed from the vacuum
pan, and distributed in lumps, or re
duced to a powder. It is claimed that
powdered milk possesses excellent keep
i n g qualities, even in moist air at high
temperatures.
A Kentucky Industry.
The happy and fortunate breeders of
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interesting history of their
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- -
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the world over. The industry has be
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The Kentucky horse is not an ac
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Frederick iMa.) Acute. __
SOUTHERN NOTES.
INTERESTING NEWS FROM Air
POINTS JN THE SOUTH.
GENERAL PROGRESS ANT) OCCURRENCES
WHICH ARE HAPPENING BEI.OW MA¬
SON'S AND DIXON’S LINE.
The Times-Democrat pronounces the
gravel roads of New Orleans a success,
and far preferable to the shell roads which
were first tried.
Judge Kit Warren, one of Georgia’s
most ists, excellent and well-known journal¬ died in
after a long and eventful life,
Atlanta on Saturday.
Mr. Wm. Watson, of Jackson, Miss.,
has closed a trade with a Memphis,
Tenn., syndicate, selling ninety-three
thousand acres of land in Sunflower county
for $197,500.
A mould for a heavy casting, in the
Maslicr Machine company, Dallas, Texas,
while being filled with molten metal, on
Saturday, exploded, and nine men were
badly burned; three fatally.
Saturday night, in Augusta, Ga,, the
branch of Commeioial Travelers, reorgan¬
ized under a new charter of the Southern
Travelers’association. The meeting war
very large and enthusiastic. A full set o'
officers were elected.
Mi s. Robert Tyler died in Montgomery,
Ala., Sunday morning in the seventy,
fourth year of her age. In 1840 she mar.
ried Robert Tyler, eldest sou of President
Tyler, and upon special request of tlu
President and his wife, who was an in
valid, she presided as “lady of the white
house” during the first three years of
President Tyler’s administration.
The large saw and grist mills and dry
kilns, belonging to the Greenleaf Johnson
Lumber Company, of Norfolk, Va., and
Baltimore, Maryland, situated at How¬
ards, in Bertie county, N. C., were en¬
tirely destroyed by lire Saturday, together
with large quantities of sawed lumber.
The property was worth about $75,000.
The origin of the fire is supposed to be
incendiary.
session Among of the the 2GG legislature acts passed South at the recent Caro¬
of
lina, was one to prevent and punish the
sale of cigarettes to minors. The gover¬
nor has signed and the bill, dealers and the Charleston 300 cigar
manufacturers in
are now very much excited. It is proba¬
ble that nickel all the dealers will adopt the
“drop a in the slot” machine, lor
the disposition of tlicir cigarettes.
Christmas was observed in Memphis,
Tenn., in murders. a manner, Early accompanied by two
atrocious in the morn¬
ing the dead body of a negro, supposed
to be Dan Hawkins, was found under the
bayou bridge, with o’clock a bullet night, wound in the
head. At eight at Emmett
Pinkston, driver of a Main street car,
was stabbed to the heart by an unknown
negro and instantly killed. The murdcrei
in each case escaped.
A dispatch of Saturday from washouts Needles,
Cal., says’; On account of on
other railroads west of here, the Atlantic
and Pacific officials have been compelled
to return all Los Angeles passengers to
Albuquerque, whence they will he taken
by the Santa Ee route to Doming, and
thence to Los Angeles by the Southern
Pacific. Washouts on the Mojave river
will he repaired San in two Francisco days. Therefore, held h*re
passengers for arc
and at Bnrstow.
A sensation is brewing in railroad cir
cles at Chattanooga, Tenn., and a
general strike on the Cincinnati
Southern railroad is threatened by the
conductors and engineers. There has
been a local organization conductors of the Brother¬
hood of Railway formed there
Intel}', and the Cincinnati Southern rail¬
way company has discharged twenty of
their conductors on the charges of neg¬
lect of duty and insubordination. The
conductors claim that their discharge is
due to their having joined the brother¬
hood. No action has yet been taken.
RIDDLED WITH BULLETS.
TERRIBLE TRAGEDY ENACTED AT BARN¬
WELL, SOUTH CAROLINA.
A special dispatch from Augusta, Ga.,
says: Judge .Lynch held high carnival
in' Barnew,e]l, S. 0., Saturday morning
just before daylight,, and when the sun
arose over the little town it shone on eight
bodies riddled with bullets, by the road¬
side, just outside the town limits. The
causes which led up to the enactment of
this tragedy, briefly told, are as follows:
On the 30th of October last, John J.
Heifernan, a prominent young merchant
and brave, public spirited citizen, was
shot down and killed in Barm-wall l>j
negroes. Public indignation lynching ran freely very
high. Threats of were
made, but diverted by cooler counsel. On
the tilth of December, Mr. James loading S.
Brown, a prominent planter and
citizen of Fish Pond township, was shot
to death on his own premises by negroes,
without the slightest justification or while ex¬
cuse. On the 18th of December;
going from his store, • at • Martin’s
Station, to his house, a mile
sway, Mr. Robert Martin, a young
man of exemplary character and of the
highest standing as a man and citizen,
was followed by a negro and shot
in the back with a gun loaded with
slugs. Eight men were arrested aud held
as the murderers and accessories, and
lodged in the Barnwell jail. At the last
term of court, the grand jury found tint
bills against the murderers and against continued. the
accessories, but the cases were
The white people were disappointed,
and fearing that justice might b«
defeated, took the law into their own
hands. On. Saturday visited the morning overpowered a body oi
masked men jail, and
the jailer, secured the prisoners,
marching them to the outskirts of the
town, hung them to trees and riddled
their bodies with bullets. None of the
lynchers have as yet been apprehended.
BANK STATEMENT.
The following is a statement of the as¬
sociated banks for the week ended Sat¬
urday, December 28th:
Reserve decrease...... .$ 1 , 372,050
Loans increase........ . 2 , 217,500
Specie decrease........ . 1 , 226,000
Legal tenders decrease. 60.000
Deposits increase...... . 344 2 %
Circulation decrease.., . 115,000
Banks now hold $2,021,375 in excess of
the 25 per cent. rule.
KKWS AND NOTES FOR WOMEN.
The reign of velvet this season will lx;
al’’ powerfully fashionable.
Entire sleeves, vests and yokes of fur
are features of many winter costumes.
Nearly one-half the 487 doctors of
medicine of Boston University are women.
The demand for head necklaces is so
great just now as in many eases to ex¬
ceed the supply.
The jersey waist is a feature of many
stylish costumes of the popular tartan
and striped fabrics.
Mile. Popelin, the accomplished young
Belgian lawyer, has a sister who is a
successful pharmacist.
Dr. Karolina Widerstrom, the first
Swedish lady doctor, has just commenced
practice in Stockholm.
Some new silver bangles made abroad
have all kinds of tiny musical instru¬
ments dangling from them.
The long-waved astruchan fur, called
Caracal, is a close rival of the tightly
curled Persiana as a black trimming fur.
Mrs. William Astor has paid $S000 for
a set of sable consisting of a long boa, a
shoulder cape, a muff and a pair of
wrist ers.
Laces aud nets will be in constant use
for evening gowns during the winter,
and entirely new invoices are now open
for inspection.
Miss Charlotte Robinson, an English
artist, enjoys the patronage of Queen
Victoria and has the title of “home art
decorator to Her Majesty.”
The rich, cashmere-colored bead trim¬
mings in leaf patterns, now so popular,
are most effective when outlined by an
edge of finely cut jet beads.
Oriental jackets, which are sleeveless
and heavily braided with gold or silver,
are worn with the long black silk trained
dress with “stunning” effect.
While the skirts of ordinary dresses
are increasing in length, trained prin
cesse gowns and court trains are some¬
what shorter than last, winter.
Miss Grace King, the bright New Or¬
leans novelist, is a statuesque beauty,
twenty-seven years old, with brown eye'
and liair, and striking features.
Parisian fashion writers predict a re
vivial of tho old-fashioned long veils,
which completely cover the face and
sometimes fall to the waist line.
Choeolote could never supersede tea in
conservative England, but it. is used more
than formerly. At afternoon tea it is
served hot in winter and cold in sum¬
mer.
The Queen of England has had her
Christinas and New Year’s cards arranged
in a scrap book. The inscription : “To
my dear grandmamma,” appears on many
of them.
The Russian Government accuses fe¬
male physicians of being addicted not
merely to revolutionary opinions but also
to “sentiment and manners unworthy of
their sex.”
Ladies who have collections of expen¬
sive, but for some time past practically
useless, ostrich feathers, will have ample
opportunity to display them during the
coming winter.
Olive Schreiner, author of the “South
African Farm,” is a sister of Miss
Schreiner, who has made herself con¬
spicuous as a temperance advocate in
South Africa.
A new gray fur has appeared which is
as soft as chinchilla, yet is more silvery
and of firmer fleece. It is especially
effective as a garniture for wraps or
gowns of silver blue cloth.
Mine. Carnot, wife of I lie President of
France, personally superintends the edu¬
cation of her children, with the Italian
governess speaking Italian and English
with the English governess.
Minister Lincoln’s daughter, who is
now eighteen, finds life at the English
court very pleasant. She is described as
a young woman of fresh, girlish beauty,
and amiable, winsome manners.
Young ladies of tho brunette type
favor costumes of the new black luces, in
Chantilly and thread and rose point de¬
signs, combined with pale yellow or
orange armure, for dressy evening wear.
Some very long “costume cloaks,”
with skirts wholly until.,lined have =*
waist point simulateu by a band ol fur or
Vandyked passementerie band, from
which dangling fringes fall in graduated
lengths.
Genuine Indian chuddah cloths are
among the choice woolens used for
dressy carriage and visiting toilets.
They come in exquisite colorings, and
often with handsome borders in camel's
hair shawl devices.
“Velvet cloth” is a plain cloth with
velvet-like surface, which is extensively
used for rich cloth cloaks. It is to be
had in silver blue, vieux green, fawn,
mahogany, copper, Eiffel and amaranth
reds, and as many as a dozen different
shades of brown.
Florence Marryat, the novelist 1
stoutish, thoughtful-looking, and im¬
petuous-mannered. forty-seven She has and written she be- in j
all some novels,
lieves in spooks. She once owned a j
newspaper and she stills owns a lap-dog, !
which she carries about with her.
French walking coats of faced cloth,
in heliotrope, dark peach color, chest¬
nut brown and myrtle, are literally cov¬
ered with tone upon lone of Russian
soutache braid, in palm and scroll de¬
vices. They arc usually finished with a
deep mousquetairo collar and cuffs of
Alaska sable.
We are informed by an English jour¬
nalist that in Paraguay “the lady of the
house, as she comes, clothed in soft rai¬
ment and flashing gems, to meet the
stranger traveler with mouth upheld for
the formal kiss of greeting, removes
from her cheek the quid she spends her
days in chewing.”
A specialty novelty in fur, known a' j
the “basque pelerine,” has the fronts
l>eautifully fitted over the bust, like a
basque, and pointed, while the back is a
round cape. It is especially handsome
when made with the basque front and
back of sealskin, and the high-shouldved
sides and wired collar of Persian lamb.
3
CHILDREN’S COLUMN.
s TJIE TERROR.
Little shoestrings all untied.
: That nukes the tiny sb 3Qj[S go “flop,”
A hat with half the rim tern •n off.
A hole that shows the curls on top.
But then beneath i cli a face!
All rognishness and baby glee,
Ami dimples that play hide and seek
Around the crimson mouth so wee.
And fingers—hut why try to tell
Of all the mischief they contrive?
The doggie “could a tale unfold,”
And kittie, if it were alive.
Andis he wicked when he swims
Small chickens in the place of ducks;
Or when he sees the buds unfold,
Before the llower comes, and plucks;
Or when he takes his sister’s dolls
And pulls the “criers” in them out;
Or runs a pin in papa’s watch
To see what little tick’s about?
O, mother hearts, you'll take him in,
This naughty “terror” household joy;
Because in him you will but see
The picture of your own small boy.
—Christian Xntion.
WHY CHARLEY LOST HIS PLACE.
Charley was whistling a merry tune
as ho came down the road, with his
hands in his pockets, his cap pushed
back on his head, and a general air of
good fellowship with the world.
He was on his way to apply for a po¬
sition in a stationer’s store that lie was
very anxious to obtain, and in his pock¬
et were the best of reference! concern¬
ing his character for willingness and
honesty. He felt sure that there would
not ho much doubt of his obtaining ihe
the place when he presented these cre¬
dentials.
A few drops of rain fell, as the bright
sky was overcast with clouds, aud ho
began to wish that he had brought an
umbrella. From a house just a little
way before him two little children were
starting out for school, an l the mother
stood in the door smiling approval as
the boy raised the umbrella and took
the little sister under its shelter in quite
a manly fashion.
Charley was a great tease, and like
most hoys who indulge in teasing oi
rough practical jokes, ho always took
care to select for Iris victim some one
weaker or younger than himself.
“I’ll have some fun with the chil¬
dren,” he said to himself; aud before
they had gone very far down the road
lie crept up behind them, and snatched
the umbrella out of the boy’s hand.
In vain the little follow pleaded with
him to return it. Charley took a mali¬
cious delight in pretending that ho was
going to break it over the fence; and ns
the rain had stopped ho amused him¬
self in this way for some distance,
making the children run after him and
plead with him tearfully for their u rn
brella.
'f ired of this sport at last, ho relin¬
quished the umbrella ns a carriage ap¬
proached, and, leaving tho children to
dry their tears, went on towards tho
store.
Mr. Mercer was not in, so Charley sat
down on the steps to wait for him. An
old gray cat was basking in the sun,and
Charley amused himself by pinching the
poor animal’s tail till sho mewed piti¬
fully and struggled to escape.
While he was enjoying his sport, Mr.
Mercer drove up in his carriage, and
passed Charley on his way into the
store. The hoy released ihe cat, and,
following the gentleman in, respectfully
presented his references.
“Those do very well,” Mr. Mercei
said, returning the papers to Charley.
*«If J had not seen some of your other
reference, I might have engaged you.”
n J
‘' 0th(!r references? What do you
mean, sir 1" asked Charley, in astonish
ment.
“I drove past you this morning when
you were on your way here, and san
you diverting yourself by teasing twe
little children. A little later a dog
passed you, and you cut him with j
switch you had in your hand, Yor
shied a stone at a bird, and just non
you were delighting yourself in tor¬
menting another defenceless animal.
These are the references that have de
eided me to have nothing to do wit!
yon. I don t want a ci uel boy aboui
me. ”
,
As Charley turned away, crestfallen
over his disappointment, he determined
that wanton citielty; even though it
seemed to him to be only “fun,”
should not cost him another good place.
A Phenomenal Plate.
Mr. Gotham—“Live in Dugoutville,
Kansas? I'm—is it much of a town?”
Western Man—“Wall, it ain’t much
for size yet; but it’s a phenomena;
place, all the same.”
“Phenomenal, eh?”
‘.•Yessirree. Dugoutville is the only
town west of the Ohio what a in' t made
i claim fer the World’s Fair.”— New
l’ori Weekly. i
Ham Toast.—Giate some cooked
ham, add an egg well beaten, a small
piece of butter, aui a little cream, mix
all together, and stir over a fire until
hot; fry slices of bread ia a little but¬
ter, and pour the mixture over them.