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TRY IT.
■ CbuM I writ®, with ink an/hding
h On brief cod® for youth and men
r- Could I bow its all-pervading
Power in progra®, I would yea—
If Try it
j Magic words these, born in heaven;
Down by thoughtful aug®Uhurled;
< Sighted, man to doocn is driven;
Heeded, they give mu the world;
Try it
Luck is Judgment wad to Labor;
Pluck, the handmaid of Success;
Toil to Truth should be a
Honor brings her own redress;
Try it
Starry orbs yet call the student;
Earth’s past age is still unread;
Ifations seek the wise, the prudent;
Throngs and armies must be lead;
Try it.
— T. 0. Judkins.
IN RHETTA’S GARDEN.
BY MARY L. B. BRANCH.
It was only a little spot south of the
house, but violets blossomed sooner there
than anywhere else, and great bursting
pinks made the air spicy while other
people’s were only in bud. There were
daffodils in the grassy border, and blue
bells, and blue spider-lilies. There were
two rose-bushes, one cinnamon and one
damask, while double sweet gillyflowers
sowed themselves and came up every
year along with mignonette and chrysan
themums. It was a sweet, fragrant,
old-fashioned little garden, which Rhet
ta’s mother had tended and taken pleas
ure in, and now it was Rhetta’s. There
she worked all her spare half-hours, sow
ing and watering, weeding and trans
planting,till her little hands were brown,
snd her cheeks like her own cinnamon
roses. Aunt Dorcas, in the kitchen,
used to wonder ‘ how on airth that child
could be so content all alone out in her
posy bed!”
But Rhetta was not so often alone of
late, since they had taken a boarder.
Ralph Callender found that the pleasant
est path to the house lay through the
little flower-garder, and when his jobs of
copying failed to occupy his time, what
could be more natural than to use his
leisure helping the blushing gardener?
It was he who carried away ail the weeds,
divided the white peony roots and reset
them, and dug mure thoroughly than
Rhetta ever could around the dear old
rose bushes. Over their work they fell
talking, as young people will, and al
ready Rhetta's father began to watch
them a little anxiously above his specta
cles as he sat on the porch, while one of
the neighbors had remarked privately to
Aunt Dorcas that it was a pity young Cal
lender was not a man of fortune as well
as of family.
In truth, richer had taken unto them
selves wings and flown away from the
Callenders a year before, so that Ralph,
instead of becoming junior partner in an
old and prosperous business, saw nothing
before him but what his two hands coula
.earn, and being totally unprepared for
<Gch a prospect, he had to take a
little time to get used to it, and to find
out which way to turn. Meanwhile he
had drifted to this suburban town, and
waiting to find a situation as clerk or
accountant, did copying to support him
self, and boarded at Rhetta’s.
*■' It was the day they had been trans
planting touch-me-nots, and Ralph had
thrown himself under the plum
tree for a respite, while Rhetta puilfd
fqded blossoms from a primrose. Ho
'might have been misanthrophio enough
at that moment if he had chosen, for the
last line of copying lay upon his table
finished, with not so much as a hint q(
an order for any m<?r<L Worse than that,
place he had been hoping for
had t&at Very lumping been given to an
other. If he had got it, he could have
Spoken to Rhetta at once.
glance followed her as she bent
over her plants, her garden bonnet drop
ping back from her bright brown hair,
and his fingers sought instinctively a lit
tle ring that hid in his vest pocket. The
old Callender pride had come to this, that
he only waited for the barest chance of
being able to earn a living before he of
fered heart ar.d hand to pretty Rhetta
Wood, whose bonnie face was all her
dowry.
But he could not help letting love color
bis words a little when he said, presently,
to Rhetta, as he watched her: “When I
make my fortune, you shall have green
houses and hot-beds, and gardens laid
out on terraces.”
“Like Colonel Porter’s?” laughed
Rhetta, blushing over her trowel. “Oh!
have you ever seen his place, Mr. Callen
der? It’s over on the west side.”
“I think I have passed it,” answered
the young mai, indifferently. “Big
trees, three terraces, ribbon beds, and a
peacock oa the lawn; is that the place?”
“Yes; isn’t it splendid 1” exclaimed
Rhetta. “I always go that way when I
take a walk by myself; and oh! howl
.do long sometimes for things I see the
gardener throwing away—slips and cut
tings and roots that ha thins out. Per
fectly lovely things!”
fcr ‘.‘Why don’t yoll ask him for them?”
f “Ask him?” and Rhetta caught her
•breath at th? very idea of her doing so
audacious a thing. “Why. I woufdn’t
“are.”
■* “Don’t you know them?—the family, I
mean,' 1
P “IS 7 S', how could I? Rose Porter and
1 went to the same school, and when she
rides by and sees me she bows and sniles;
but that isn’t being acquainted. She is
as beautiful as a Princess. It is time for
her to be at home now; she has been in
Washington all the spring.”
Ralph Callender made no answer. He
was busy weaving a true-love knot of
grass blades, and when it was done he
gave it to lthetta. She blushed again
over it, and went on talking about
flowers.
“I wish I could get some slips of Col
onel Porter's geraniums,” she said; “he
lias so many kinds, and I have only this
little pink one. And I want a root of
day-lily very much, and some tea-rose
cuttings, and a double Genoese violet; a
blue salvia too, and— Oh, Mr. Callen
der, look! There is Rose Porter now,
driving up the street in her pony phaeton.
Isn't she lovely?”
As the jaunty basket phaeton moved
•lowly by, n bright, pretty fare glanced
from it, smiling cordially at Rhetta, and
then was overspread by a look of sudden
recognition ana pleased surprise at sight
of Kalph Callender, who took his bat off
respectfully.
“Why, do you know her?" asked
RLt-itn amused.
“I find I do. Hire and my sister Sally
became gnat friends two years ago at
Newport—or was it Kebaut I Aud Miss
Porter •peat the holidays at our house
the next winter i t tought it must b she,
when you described her,”
Ralph Callender paused and gsr.< and i
flirtively at tU ground. He was recall
leg that gar hofldsv season when Rose
Porter a •>{ hit fister were the hellea of
•torir an. Use could have count*! hb
Irlo.d* H ten by the hundred, and now
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“Poverty do*. make a difference," he
thought, bitterly. All who had it in their
P° w " J_° him had turaed the cold
shoulder. He was .imply a poor man
sr:oS ffint ' aad he
Rhetta, grown suddenly shy, pulled
ray the dead leave, from a pink root
and said nothing. Newport! Nahaht 1
And people like the Porters for intimate
friends! It seemed to remove Ralph far
from her quiet, even life, and to set him
wh< re she had no part.
The basket phaeton was now seen re
turning down the street with its pretty
occupant, who stopped her ponies oppo
site the cottage with such au evident in
tention to speak to Ralph Callender that
he at once went out of the garden and
stood in the road at her aide. Rhetta
saw them shake hands in the most
friendly manner, heard Rose’s musical
laughter and sweet voice, though she
could not distinguish the words; and in
a few moments more, to her surprise,
Ralph stepped into the phaeton, sat down
by Rose, took the reins in his hands and
drove rapidly away, with a backward
glance and smile, wh’ch to Rhetta seemed
to say: “She is an old friend, you see!”
But when be did not eome home to
dinner she thought it strange. Her
father and Aunt Dorcas made no com
ment, for Ralph had often been absent at
that hour when seeking for employment.
Rhetta did not mention that he drove
away with Rose Porter, but a neighbor,
who had watched them, came in during
the afternoon and spoke of it with great
interest. Aunt Dorcas at once felt a
great interest too, and Rhetta found it
so trying to listen to their remarks and
surmises that she slipped out of the house
to her garden, and did hard weeding in
her .flower beds for two hours without
sparing herself. But she heard every
step that passed by on the sidewalk, and
knew that Ralph Callender did not come.
The afternoon waned restlessly away,
lie would surely come back by supper
time.; and Rhetta, in a fresh gown, with
pansies at her belt, hummed little songs
as she moved about setting the table for
Aunt Dorcas.
“I would’t put on that dish of honey,”
said Aunt Dorcas—“not till you see
whether he’s coming.”
“Oh, he’ll come,’’said Rhetta; but she
stopped singing.
Mr. Wood came in, washed his face
and hands at the sink and sat down in
his place at the table. Aunt Dorcas
passed him a cup of tea.
“Where’s Callender?” he asked, look
ing around.
“Why, haven’t you heard?’’ said Aunt
Dorcas. “He drove off with Rose Por
ter, and we haven't caught sight of him
since. ”
“The Porters are old friends of his,”
said Rhetta, flushing up.
“Hum! hum!” muttered her father, as
he drank his tea from the saucer, in
which he had cooled it.
Aunt Dorcas now questioned tho girl
as to all she knew about this old friend
ship, and at the close said, with the air
of one who meant to do her duty by all,
no matter how mercilessly: “Well, like
as not thoy’ll make a match of it. Birds
of a feather flock together.”
Supper wag over, cleared away, and all
the dishes washed, but still Ralph Cal
lender did not come. As it grew dark,
Mr. Wood strolled off to chat with the
neighbors, aad Aunt Dorcas, putting on
her bonnet and black silk shawl, went to
the weekly prayer meeting. Rhetta, left
free from comment, went up into her
little garden, and leaned against tho
plum tree, with a strange dull pain gnaw
ing at her heart. It seemed like days
and weeks since Ralph drove away with
smilling. pretty Rose Porter. And she
herself has begun to think of him as
somehow hor own. That yery morning,
under that very tree, there had been la
his Jooks and in his tO n ? 8 touches of
tenderness that had filled hor heart with
subtle happines. But now it was all
over; in an instant she had lost him.
Rose Porter had taken him away, and
though ho might come back, he would
never, never be the same Ralph again.
She felt a girlish certainty of that. The
little bright dream was over.
At first she did not blame Rose. Very
probably she had loved him two years
and had been influenced to give
him up on account of his poverty, and
now, regretting tho step, had come* to re
claim him.
“Well, I can'take my turn, and give
him up too,” thought Rhetta, with great
hot tears springing to her eyes. “Only
I can never drive after him and bring
him back in a phaeton.’,
And at that sho threw hercself upon
the dewy grass and wept unrestrainedly.
She was too young to he capable of the
terrible, tearless sorrow with which an
older weman may meet bereavement and
heart-break. She only knew that every
thing had changed since morning, that
Ralph had gone away, that she was very,
very wretched, and that no one must
know of it.
The fire-files flashed In the grass, the
flowers were heavy with dew, the air was
full of the fragrance of mignonette, heli
otrope and roses, but Rhetta did not
heed them. She only felt that night Was
kind to make such darkness and solitude
in the garden that no one could see her
or hear her, poor miserable little Rhetta
Wood, crying for a lost happiness th-/
had never really boon hers. And now it
seemed to her that Rose we- ', f
the midst of her weal?> f her luxury, and
her dozens of lowers, to come swooping
down upoc ‘,nis one chance of bliss in a
lifetime. For Rhetta was sure that iis
*.ne years to come she should never,
never marry. That was all over from
this time forth.
The crickets hummed about her, t’he
night moths brushed by her unheeded;
the moon ro*e, but she did not know its
She was thinking how she should live all
her life long in the little old house.
After n while her aunt Dorcas would die,
and she would be left alone w ith her
father. Then after a while he too would
die, and she would live on there, an old,
lonely woman.
From this reverie she was aroused by
the stopping of wheels, and cheerful
voices at the gate.
“Rhetta! lthctta!” shouted somebody,
iu joyous, manly tones.
She rose to her feet in the moonlight,
bewildered and uncertain. Was she
dreaming, or was it really Ralph calling
her?
“ Rhetta, is that you under the plum
tref Coiue here for a moment to the
gate.”
Yes, that was Ralph calling her. With
girlish celerity shs smoothed back her
disordered hair, and ran to the gate.
There he stood, his arms filled with
flowers, which he loaded upon her, while
Colonel Porter's couchman, who bad
brought him home, was almost stagger
ing under the weight of an immeuxe
backet, full of bloom and fragrance,
which he made haste to dtjiosil on the
garden walk.
“Everything it here,” said Ralph,
gsyly—“the geraniums, the day lilies,
the t'a rote buntics, and the double
I violets. Roots, slips, rutting*, all you
wanted, you have them now, aud I'll
1 1 them every one out for you,”
“Oh how in a dibit! how beautiful!"
| murmured Rhetta, very softly and
gently. She was wholly overcome by
this strange ending of her passionate
grief. a
The coachman departed, leaving tho
two lover* alone in the moonlit garden.
Lovers they were, for Ralph drew Rhetta
close to his heart, while he placed upon
her finger the ring that had waited hid
den in his pocket. t —-
“You know what this means, darling?”
ho said, fervently. “My way is clear lie
lore me now. Colonel Porter has given
me a chance in his own business, beyond
anything I dared to hope. You don’t
know how hard it hai been for me to
wait till I had a right to ask you to be
uiy own little Rhetta always—always!”
Happy Rhetta! The moon ought to
have laughed right out to see how her
face had changed, it was so full now of
smiles and blushes.
Aunt Dorcas, hurrying home an hour
later, eager to expla'n how she had gone
to sit awhile with poor old Mrs. Davis,
who had sciatica, was taken a'.l aback by
hearing merry voices under the plum
tree, and finding Ralph and Rhetta there
at work with trowels setting out roots
and tying up plants.
“Rose Porter sent me all these!” ex
claimed Rhetta, triumphantly— “all thia
great basketful of loveliness and luxury,
and we must set them every one out to
night, because night is the best time,
and they will get the dew.”
“For the land sakes!” ejaculated
Aunt Dorcas. “Don’t ye want the lan
tern?”
“Oh, the moon is as bright as day,”
said Ralph, as he paused to choose a
place for a fine blue salvia.
“Weill well!” the old lady exclaimed;
and then, as if she dimly comprehended
that something in the glamour of youth
and romance might make it a thing to be
desired to dig in gardens at unusual
hours, she sa:d no more, but went
quietly into the house.— Harper's Bazar.
A Doctor's Shot with Pills.
An Omaha doctor describes a peculiar
1 occurrence in which he took a prominent
part years ago: “I was living then in *
little Missouri town,” said the man of
medicine, “struggling along as best I
could against adverse fate and the dis
gusting healthiness of the community in
which my lot was cast. Horse-thieving
was a very common thing in that part of the
country, and some of the reindents of the
county in which I lived had formed an
anti horse-thief association. When a
horse was stolen it became the duty of
every member of the association to
thoroughly arm himself, mount his steed
and start in pursuit of the thief. One
day one of the members of the associa
tion lost a string of three valuable
horses. The identity of the thief was
unknown, but fortunately a clue to the
direction he had taken was given by a
boy who had seen a stranger with a
number of horses going west from town.
Within less than half an hour after tho
loss had been discovered a band of thirty
members of the association were in hot
pursuit of the thief, over hill, down dale
and through forests. We managed to
strike the fellow’s trail about 2 o’clock
in the afternoon and followed it closely.
At half-past 7 o’clock in the evening we
ran across him in a thick clump of
bushes, the horses staked about him.
We closed in about him, and in less
time than it takes to tell it the horse
thief was under arrest. A “court” was
organized without a moment's delay, and
a trial lasting not longer than ten min
utes followed. The feliow was found
guilty and sentenced to die. I felt sorry
for the scamp—tried to intercede in his
behalf; he was a young fellow with
whom I had been acquainted for some
time, and whom I knew to come from
highly-respected parents in Illinois. It
wus of no use. The captors insisted that
he must die, and only laughed at my
entreaties. To add to my disgust I was
selected as the One to shoot him. -
“Say your prayers, boy,” said one of
the men to the young fellow, who had
been tied to a tree.
“The poor cuss didn’t knowhow to
pray, and asked me to help him. I
didn't know anything but the Lord’s
prayer, and tried that. It went so well
and seemed to relieve the poor fellow so
much that I repca'ed it several times.
“Just as I rose from my knees the de
tails of a plan whereby I might save the
man’s life flashed into my mind. I whis
pered them into his ear, and his grateful
look, as hope was revived in his heart, I
shall never forget. It was growing dark,
and the men were becoming impatient,
so that I determined to hurry matters to
a crises. I had a double-barreled, muz
zle loading shot-gun, and under pretense
that the loads were not fresh I fired them
off. I reloaded them, not with shot, but
with some very small pills which I hap
pened to have with me. I was pretty
well watched, and trembled inwardly
lest I might be detected. But I wasn’t.
I measured off a goodly distance on tho
ground and fired, taking a low aim.
The horse-thief fell over, apparently
dead. The vigilantes mounted their
horses and rode away, leaving me to bury
| the victim. In less than ten minutes the
corpse Was free and making a bee-line
lor Kansas. The dose of pills had not
injured him in the least. —Omaha Bee.
A Plague Of Rabbits. **"
First the White man took Australia, j
driving Out the aborigines; and then ’
came the rabbit and drove out the white
man. It Would be ft pity if our colonial j
history had yet to be written in this way. j
Nevertheless it was the white man who j
introduced the rabbit to the Australian
continent, and he is now having a hard j
Mght to hold his own with it. Premiums 1
are in vain offered by the governments for
the invention of rabbit destroyers; a
committee of inquiry is at prescat in
quiring into the devastations by rabbits;
in Victoria there is a rabbit department.
The very causes that have made the col
-1 onies grow grain so wonderfully under
; the care of the settler are responsible for
j his greatest enemies, the hordes of rab-
I bits. It is the country that “agrees
with them so.” By-and-by some man of
science may come to the colonists’ assist
\ ance. In the meantime they should take
! comfort from a survey of affairs in Brazil.
There the field mice are like tlicsinds on
tl.o seashore; it being calculated that a
single pair may increase to twenty-three
j thousand in a year.— St. James'* Gazette.
The Tulles! House in the World.
The tallest residence iu the world is
now iu litigation. It is the Osborne
apartment house in New York, and it
measures 200 feet from sidewalk level to
roof. I.ike most of the enormous French
flat buildings in the metropolis it has
been a financial failure, returning less
than two per cent, on the investment of
a million end a quarter. The lawsuit is
over a contract, under which it was to
to have lie n sold by Thomas Osborne to
the wife of Oeueral Charles C. Dodge.
The lofty structure staudson an elevated
situ in seventh avenue, near Central
Park, and make* the neighboring church
spires look mean aud small. As • new
law forbids ths erection of houses in
New York mors than IrtO feet high, snil
surh restrictions are in lur< e iu European
cities, the Osborns Is likely to retain Its
aititudiuous pre-tuilneni c,
WOMAN’S WORLD.
PLEASANT PERUSAL FOR FEM
ININE READERS.
A Flustered Bride.
“Bride* do torn* curious things,” said
the sexton of a fashionable church the
other day, “and I could relate many in
stances where nervousness has made
them the laughing stock of crowded as
semblages. For instance, at a wedding
here a couple of weeks ago it was rain
ing hard when the bridal party arrived
at the church. In the flutter and excite-
ment the bride-elect forgot all about
having rubberi on over her white kid
slippers and she shuffled sll the way up
the aisle and all the way down again with
her overshoes, the description known as
‘arctics’ peeping in and out from under
her satin skirts. It was very ludicrous,
I can tell you.” —Philadelphia Bulletin.
For the Toilet.
No girl with a “muddy” complexion
can clear it, says the New York Tribunt,
by any external application. She must
begin with dieting. Leave off tea and
coffee, which maks the skin muddy, and
drink milk or lemonade instead. She
must abjure fat meat and greasy foods of
all kinds. Fruits, vegetables, eggs, lean
meats and the cereals may be freely par
taken of; cakes, candies,pies and pickles
must be tabooed. daily bath must
be taken and the skin kept in a healthy
condition by vigorous rubbing after
bathing and by abundant daily exercise
in the open air. A tablespoonful of sul
phur mixed with molasses and taken
every other morning fora week and with
an interval of three days, again
during another week, is said to be an ex
cellent thing to clear the complexion.
Early and long sleep will aid materially
in giving a healthy tone and glow to the
complexion.
The Universal Implement.
It is wonderful what woman can do
with a hair pin. In almost any emer
gency up goes her hand to the hack of
her head, and a moment later you see her
poking and delving away at the obstacle
which in a few moments succumbs to
the all powerful hair pin. We have seen
a woman mend an umbrella with one of
these frail implements, and another dig
up a tulip bulb, a third extract a thorn,
many button their gloves and boots, sev
eral extract corks, peel oranges, split bis
cuits, and we verily belie re that any one
of them could stop a railway train with
the same or similar instrument.
The hair pia is to a woman what the
ad/.e is to the ship’s carpenter, the
machette to the South American and the
broad knife to the Burmese and Chinese.
She uses it for everything, from picking
a lock to picking her teeth. —Texas Sift
ings.
Women Under English Law.
The light value placed upon insults
and injuries to woman in the past can
scarcely be believed by the freeborn
American of so-day, who sees her emerg
ing from her long slavery into almost the
liberty of man. It is still harder to be
lieve that the English law still contains
severer penalties for stealing two shil
lings’ worth of coal or picking pockets
than for kicking a wife to death and sim
ilar offenses. “Macmillan’s Magazine”
gives the following list of picked statis
tics from the standing English law:
May 26. Kicking a wife to death. Six
weeks’ hard labor.
Jun*. Picking woman’s pocket of9e. (seo
oni offens >). Tea years’ penal
servitude.
June 11. Knocking down a wife and kicking
her savagely iu the face. Three
months’ hard labor.
Nov. 23. Woman ill-treated and killed by
three men. One sixteen months’
hard labor and two six months’
each.
Dee. Stealing coals, value 2s. Eight
months’ hard labor.
“ Trying to kill wife with razer (sec
ono offense). Twelve months’
hard labor.
“ Stealing watch, value 30s. (second
offense). Five years’ penal ser
vitude.
Dec. 9. Et;aling a knife and keys. Five
years’ penal servitude.
“ 10. Striking violently in face and as
saulting woman. 40s. fine.
“ 16. Knocking down and kicking a
woman twice. £4 fine.
A City Full of Singers.
Miss Lenore Tift is with her mother in
Milan, writes a correspondent of the New
Orleans Picayune, they having gone there
immediately after the collapse of a cer
tain Italian Opera Company in London, of
which Tift was the one redeeming fea
ture. I have just had a letter from her,
in which she says: “Milan is full of
nothing but singers looking for some
thing to do; the streets are crowded with
them, and if it were not for learning the
language better and getting readyjfor the
fall I should set cut very quickly. To
give you an idea of the number of lyric
sopranos here looking for engagements, 1
counted the names of 125 in one paper
alone, and there are just as many contral
tos, too, and tenors, , . . True to
what you told iue, a few days after our
arrival 1 wa; inundated with brilliant
Offers for equally brilliant engagements,
and asked to subcf She to brilliant musical
journals—all of which meant for me to
put my haud deep ibto my pocket,
and after having doae so I should have
found that all their enticing offers had
meltod into thin air. Last week I re
fusod an engagement for a little place
called Imola, but it would not have paid
me, as they wanted me to sing for noth-
I ing, and thought that a great deal, as
1 the impresario, Manzoni, said he could
I get many Americans who would pay him
;to let them sing in his theatre. But I
j don’t believe anything of the sort—at
: any rate, I hope, for the sake of our girls,
that he was lying.”
When Girls Should Marry.
The value of the literary symposium
was never more severely tested than in
the Brooklyn Magazine, when an attempt
was made to decide at what age girls
should marry. The opions thus gathered
do not, however, materially differ. _ Miss
Louisa M. Alcott, speaking theoretically,
says “from twenty-three to twenty-five
is the suitable age." Mrs. Lucy Stone
thinks twenty-five to thirty preferable.
Mrs. Rebecca Harding Davis says a
woman should not marry until fully de
veloped in mind and body. As the time
of development in individuals varies,
Mrs. Davis declines to give the definite
figures. She believes that “marriage
bused upon pure affection is better,
eveu under the worst circumstances,
than a single life under the best.” Mrs.
Julia C. U. Dorr thinks the best age for
a girl’s marriage is between twenty and
twenty-five. Mr*. Mary L. Booth wains
girls against immature marriages and de
cline* to commit herself to figures. She
can, however, lie set down as favoring
marriage* between twenty live and thirty.
Mr*. A. D. T. Whitney says the answer
cannot be put in figures, because it is a
matter that should vary with all varying
conditions and deve'.opm nt.
Taking the opinions of these distin
guished writers among women a* a whole,
we find tiny favor marriages between
twenty and thirty, wRh tweuty-flve aa
the golden mean. We do not expect
the maidens who daily turn to the Con
etitutisn tor counsel and guidance to ac
cept this as a rule that must he observed
under all circumstances; we simply offer
it at advice from their own side of the
house. If the writer* named are not
competent guides, then there are none
among the women of thia country. But
weddings will doubtless continue to be
celebrated from oae end of the land to
the other, wholly regardless of literary
symposia, and the accustomed percent
age of mistakes will doubtless ba record
ed. And what sad oiea they are, too,
oftentimes I —Atlanta Constitution.
Fashion Notes.
There is a marked return of favor to
jersey*.
The semraer fashions are rich with
color beauty.
Hand-painted straw bonnets are among
the novelties.
Dark tan shades in gloves have almost
excluded the lighter tones.
Small mikado fans in silver are shown
as fashionable hair ornament*.
Escurial grenadine is a material much
used for dressy summer wraps.
Dresses for tiny girls remain very short
in the waists and long in the skirts.
Low walking shoes are in high favor,
and are most dressy for summer wear.
White waists or guimpes are features
of fashionable summer costumes for little
girls.
Both dark and light green are fash
ionably combined with shades of tan and
beige.
Transparent parasols are rather absurd,
but nevertheless very lovely summer
novelties.
Short mantles of Tartau plaid, pictur
esquely draped, arc favorites for moun
tain and seaside wear.
Broad sashes and ribbon trimmings in
deep shades of yellow are fashionably
worn with white dresses.
Pongee and surah are used for light
traveling dusters. They are cooler than
linen and are more comfortable.
> -An expensive fancy of the season con
sists of hand-made laces and hand em
broideries as hat decorations.
A simple street suit is of soft, gray
material, bordered on all edges with
heavy silk cord of the same color.
Some of the new lace flouncings and
all-over nets in black have fine-cut jet
beads worked at intervals in the design.
_ The hair is still most fashionable worn
high on the head in compact form, the
mikado bowknot and puff being favorite
styles.
New crepe-lisse ruchings for dressy
wear are thickly set with loops of nar
rowest ribbons in such colors as red, pale
blue, yellow, and pink.
The favorite shades for gloves for
evening wear are putty and tan color.
For wear with tailor-made costumes there
are gloves of corresponding tint.
Very charming is a half - mourning
bonnet of dead jet beads in lattice work,
with puffed brim and tie3 of lavender
gauze and garniture of pale lilacs.
A favorite skirt model shows a per
fectly plain foundation with a short
apron drawn across the front, and half
long rounded drapery in the back.
Flannel as a dress material has never
been more fully appreciated than this
season, when it first appeared in tfll
colors, and is consequently employed for
all kinds of dres es.
Novelty ribbons are of fine silk gauze
with rough wool borders, and others of
gros grain have the lengthwise threads
drawn out in hands, making alternate
open and close-woven stripes.
A Noted Jockey’s Earnings.
If any one believes that horse racing
is not an expensive business when one’s
horse don’t win he has only to look about
him to be satisfied. A stable of say
twelve horses or even eight is not kept
up short of from S4O to $75 a day, exclu
sive of jockey fees and railway transpor
tation. There is a trainer at a salary of
from $l5O to S2OO a month, a foreman at
from $75 to SIOO, and there are generally
two grooms for each horse. Then there
ii the feed stable outfit to be kept up and
an endless array of little things to be
bought. Then there are the entry fees
and forfeits that in the course of the sea
son amount to a great deal of money.
The jockeys take a great deal out of the
profits, too, when there are any. Ike
Murphy, the colored jockey, who just
now enjoys the distinction of being called
the Archer of America, receives $6,000 a
year from Baldwin for the first call on
his services, and $2,000 a year from Cor
rigan for the second call. That is, when
Baldwin has a horse in a race Murphy
must mount for him. When Baldwin
has no entry, or if it is withdrawn, then
Corrigan can call on the jockey. When
neither has a horse on, then Murphy can
ride for the owner that pays him best.
What with salaries, fees anl gratuities,
Murphy is said to have an income of
$15,030 a year. When he wins a big and
unexpected stake the lucky owner usually
gives him from SSOO to SI,OOO as a pres
ent. Lucky Baldwin gave him SSOO
extra the year he won the American
Derby with Volante, and $750 when he
won it with Silver Cloud. Chicago
Herald.
A Carious Craze.
''Car numbers! Oh, who hasn’t had
that disease gome time during the course
of his traveling career?” queried a nerv
ous chap on the Omaha limited of his
seat-mate.
“Before I went on the road,” lie con
tinued. “I lived at Park Ridge, a
suburban station near Chicago, on the
Northwestern road, and used to ride in
and out every day. I got to noticing the
figures on the freight cars as my train
passed along, and finally it got to be a
mania with rae. The moment I got on a
moving car I was at the window looking
out for the numbers of freight car3.”
“Are you cured?” interrogated his
companion.
“Wait and you will see,” replied the
nervous man. “I thought of the numbers
by day, and actually dre-imed of them by
night. My main desire in that connection
was to sec a consecutive series. I was
always on the lookout for the number
12,345, and if I saw such a number I be
lieve 1 should have been perfectly satis
fied. So interested in the search did I
become that I conversed with train men
about it and then learned it was a regu
lar mania among the traveling public.
The train men have it, too.
“Out on the road 1 went, still looking
for the number. I happened to be out
at Denver,Coi.,one very not day in June.
I got on tho Kansas Pacific cast bound
train, and had just taken my seat in the
sleeper when the train pulled out. I was
I at tm* window, and there before my eyes
was the number ‘13,34 V It was on a blue
car. That cured me. I never loik at the
car numbers now, if I chance to b ‘ look
lug out of window and see a freight
car, the feeling is strong to look at the
numb ‘r, but I icstrsln myself, something
I that I could uot do before,aa I know how
j much l suffered in the past,"—Af. JW
i <JM st
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STRONG ENDORSEMENT.
Veazey, Ga., May 29, 1886.
Mr. W. E. Veazey, Greene County, Ga.
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HAVE REMOVED THEIR
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FROM 718 TO 714 BROAD STREET, (South Side),
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i iplaooe.
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