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BAB AS A SHOPPER.
She Accompanies a Stylish Girl to a
Dressmaking Establishment.
Selecting Imported Gowns—The Cor
rect Thing in Dressing This Season.
Women and Cigarettes—The Cynical
Man Who Doves—Love is a Never-
Ceasing Spring, and is Exquisite
as Perfumed Roses, The Glow of
Sunshine and Glitter of Diamonds.
New York, Sept. 10.—Just as soon as we
got back to town, our Handsome Girl
said, in what I thought a slightly im
modest way: “X haven’t got a rag to
wear.” She looked well-dressed, but a
very wicked boy just behind me said how
much better she would look if she had
nothing on but the original lig leaf. I
turned my monocle on him. His funeral
notice appears in to-morrow's papers.
There never was a woman who did not
love frocks. That is a really, righty wo
man. So. of course, I was only 100 glad
to go shopping with the young woman
who hadn't a rag. to help select her rags.
She has a theory of her own. And this is
how she voices it: Says she: “If I only
get one gown in two years, it shall come
from a good place; it shall have the tang
of a good cut; and its second season it
will look as well as its first, because,
when gotten originally, it is newer than
anybody else's, and is just in the style
when the people who don't know have
taught up. Possibly X pay more, but I
save money in the end. My linings are
perfection, and when I throw my coat off
it is a delight to see the name of the
maker, with coats-of-arms and royal
names ou it. and to realise that I am
allied so closely to the people who are
kings and queens by birth, as X am by
good looks and politics.”
BUTIKO EXPENSIVE BARMENT9.
I admired the Handsome Girl for her
opinion, and X went with her. Of course,
to the Grand High Mogul—that is to say,
Redfern. He looked at her superb figure
with delight. He told her hat Ameri
can won. u were growing to be handsom
er thau the English onos, anil then we
settled town to discussjng frocks. It
grins that this year we are to lie as
olu-fasliionod as possible, not the old 16110
—dear, dear, that isn’t old enough, but
ever so lar back in the days when Eliza
beth lost her heart to Leicester and
when Kobespierre was adored by the
women of Paris. The old has male the
new, and lias been made so marvelously
fetching that it will reverse itself, anii
be called the latest fashion. It is posi
tive that there will be no hoopskirts.
Kedfcrn says American women have too
much intelligence to wear them. Be
tween you aud me, I thought they were
too vs‘ll shaped about the hips lo to do
it. Then wo stayed and looked at lovely
things.
lb handsome gir) tried on a tight-fit
tiuv coat of black satin, with a deepskirt
of ; cordon pleats, lined with that shade
oi cuerry which looks u-ious, and with
wide re vers such as tue y oung avocat
Ho , -spierre had on his lone coat when
first he came to Haris, admired the
Ol the woe lie would bring upon the
French people. They are great, wide,
flaring rovers; double ones; that make
the woman who hasn't much bust look
broad and well shaped, and, without
drawing a lace of her stays, give the
waist a very small look. This she de
cided she wanted. Then after that she
put on a gown that made her look as if
she might have been Anne Hathaway
making love to the gentle William, and
discussing with him "The Taming of the
Shrew." It was dark blue cloth, trimmed
witli black satin: about the neck was the
Shakespearean ruff, aud about the waist
—at least below it—a full martingale,
such as Elizabeth wore, to hide her lack
of hips. It is unnecessary’ to state that
Elizabeth was not an American woman.
Somehow, 1 seemed to go back ever, ever
so far. X forgot it was New York; I for
got it was Firth avenue—l forgot every
thing but the gentle writer of plays, the
court romances and all the picturesque
surroundings of the fifteenth century.
THE HARMONY OP COLORS.
Then I was roused up. I heard Red
fern say, "There is a difference between
black aud white and white and black;”
and all I could thiuk of was George
Sand’s white black bird. But it dawned
upon me that after all it was frivolous. I
listened. “Black with a touch of white—
that is where two colors are used —the
colors alone, is ,becoming; stripes of
black and white or black and white plaids
are abominable. A black gown with
Kobespierre rovers of white satin, with
black ones uuder it, with fans of white
satin let iu at the skirt, would be what
the average dressmaker would consider
proper. It is not. A cloth gown is a
walking gown; consequently white satin
is as much out of place on it as a bridal
, veil would bo. Instead the white used
upon it should bo the finest white broad
i cloth, outlined either with very narrow
braid or very fine jet beading.
This all canto boforo me like a picture,
and I saw how absolutely eorrret from
the artistic as well as from tho dress
makers' standpoint this was. Thou I
heard “No we never make a walking
skirt that trained. Ladies’ dresses are
not hired by the city to clean the streets,
and the people who make dresses with
trains to bo worn in tho streets when
walking were people who had never been
in carriages.” 1 almost wept with joy at
this,-for it there is anything I abominate
and anything which 'l think ought fo
damn a woman here aud hereafter, it is
the wearing of a longtailed gown outside
of her house or her carriage. 1 had
picked up a bit of stuff and was uncon
sciously looking at It, when the man tailor
said to me, “That's potter's blue." The
new color. It is between a Mazarin and
the light blue, and funnily enough it gets
its name from the stockings that the pot
ters wore. Their costumes consist of
black breeches, blue stockings, and a
sort of black blouse. “It did seem that
in frocks, we were going ever so far back,
and 1 wondered if we would not go back
a little bit to the day of good manners—
to the day when slang wasn’t known: to
the day when women didn’t smoke cigar
ettes—no, I don’t approve of it. I think
it is horrid. I don't care whether Rus
sian women or Spanish women do it. I
don’t think American women ought to do
it. The lips that holds a cigarette will
certainly give birth to word's that had
bet cr be left unsaid, and actions very
ickly follow the words. .
My handsome girl said to me
“you have women fiuenos ..ho smoke?”
and I say, “Yes, but I believe if my grand
mother could arise from her grave and
see tne with a cigarette in my moutlp she
would beat mo, anil the rule in my family
has always been, ‘Never do anything
that isn't gentle, to a girl.’ ’* I like girls.
I like their clothes aud their belongings,
TIIE MOKNIXG NEWS: SUNDAY. SEPTEMBER. 17. ISUTt.
and their dainty things and their little
ways of patting this and patting (hat.
But I like girl.y girls. I like them to be
interested in hats and frocks, and, best
of all, in—boys. I think it is right, It Is
naturul. I perfectly agree with tho wo
man who said she-had rather her daugh
ter would make a bad marriage than no
marriayo at all—that It broadened
a woman physically and moutally.
My ennenles will object to that,
but my friends will comprehend me. A
girl—a pretty girl—always seems to me
like a beautiful crimson rose, and there
ought to grow around her a lot of little
buds, that she would keep the sun and
keep the rain from, until they were fully
grown enough to take care of themselves.
That is the kind of a girl you want and I
want for our boys.
I was thinking all of this out while the
handsome girl was selecting Xier frocks,
and then I started off with her to look
for what she very vaguely called “other
things.” They seemed to mean every
thing from powder and soap to new hats
aud glove boxes. And as they- didn’t re
quire the same amount of brains the se
lecting of a gown did, we had a little
talk, I asked: “How is the Cynic?” Anl
she said: “If m,v skin were thinner I
should blush, for he has cast off his cyni
cism as a serpent does his skin, and he
believes in everything, including rye.”
Then I laughed and asked: "Is it tho
old, old story?”
HOW A MAN REALLY LOVES.
And she said: “Yes. love has madebe
lief, and this is what 1 think: The cyni
cal man is usually ti e man whose’ex
perience of life has been one-sided; he
lias met somo disagreeable women, many
uudesirable men, read no end of agnostic
books, looked at realistic pictures, until
he is convinced that there is nothing good
in life. When suddenly on a yacht, or
some place else, he meets a girl.' The girl
does not care very much whether he is
devoted to her or not, but she is Just her
self. He gets to looking at her as if she
were anew specimen of woman. He gets
to believing in her, and to his intense
astonishment he finds that his heart beats
a little quicker when she appears. Then
he discovers that he loves her. And to
his inteuse astonishment he believes in
her. That is his salvation. She can
make him believe in anything, from soda
water to chocolate creams, from the
Duchess’ novels to high-heeled slippers.
His non-belief is only the result of his
Ignorance. It seems a pity to me that the
Cj-uic does not always meet the girl, be
cause she does teach him so beautifully
and with so little trouble the delight of
faith.”
“Yes, my dear,” I added, “life would
be the howling wilderness the cynics
want to make it. if it were not for faith.
It is true sometimes our belief is shat
tered. But we can pick up the pieces and
glue it together again, und start out
afresh, armed with hope, and even if it
luiifbles again, the good glue of love will
put it together. Why, I even hope that a
silver dollar will some day be worth its
full amount—and that is saying a great
deal.”
“There is another thing.” said the
Handsome Girl, “about a man when he is
in love, how awfully ho is in love! He
thinks everything you do is right. Do
you know 1 believe he would even like
you to be a little bit of a liar, if you did
it prettily. You represent his religion,
and to my way of thinking, if you are
the least bit clever, you can keep that
up afterwards. You and I both know
men aliout whom people say: ‘How in
the world euu he ever care for his
wife—uninteresting and tiresome-looking
thing’—but 1 will tell you how—
SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN HIS SWEETHEART,
she has never lost her good looks in his
eves, and she has always had from him
the courtesy of the lover, Ist, she has
given him the consideration of the girl he
loved. The ugliest woman I know is
adored by her husband. He waits on
her as If she were a baby, and as during
the years she has born him five daugh
ters, lie has kissed her each time and
said; ‘My dearest. I am so glad that it
is a girl, because I want the world to
have more women like vou!’
j "I know,” I added, “the woman who is
least loved by her husband, who is one of
the most beautiful and the reason for it
is that her beauty is predominant, and
she caters entirely to it. She has never
borne him a little baby to be a tie be
tween them, for fear it will affect her fig
ure. She never says good-by to him in
the morning, for she does not wish to be
awakened and lose any of tho sleep
that keeps her in good condition. He
never pjjts his arm around her for fear he
will muss her dross, and he never kisses
her. because nowadays she is using a lit
tle bit of pink on her lips. Beauty may
draw by a single hair, but there has got
to be another beauty beside the beauty of
the person to keep love. If I were that
man I should chloroform the woman, and
a jury of men would bring in a verdict of
‘not guilty.’ ”
THE EXQUISITENESS OF LOVE.
Then tho handsome girl looked at me
fora little while, and said: “Madame
Bab, why do you think love is the best
thing in the world?” And I answered
her: “Because love makes people unsel
fish. Because love makes people consid
erate. Because love makes people kind
in word and in act. There is nothing so
beautiful—and, my girl, the more you
love, the more you will Be loved, it is
Bike a never-ceasing spring—the water
that conies out never lessens it. It is
pure and cool and refreshing. Love is
never wasted. Even if you give it to
someone who isn’t worth it, it has done
you good? It has made you finer, it has
made you sweeter. I wish you girls
would comprehend how perfectly exquis
ite it makes you. It is the perfume of
the rose—it is the glow of the sunshine—
It is the glitter of the diamond. Things
that no painter has ever been able to imi
tate.
BAB ON HEAVEN.
Somebody said love was heaven. I
don't know about that, but what I think
is this: That it is heaven on earth. I
don't know myself just what heaven will
be—l never try to think, but I do believe
one thing—you and I. my dear, will be
surprised at some of the i>eople we meet
there. The good God who made us, to
mi- way of thinking, is not going to con
sider just the sins that we have com
mitted, but all of our -environments and
hereditary instincts, and the impulse that
came over everything like a flood, and
made one do what one would not have
done at another time. The people who
are very strict say that God is just. Well,
justicq means looking at both sides of the
story. And lam sure some of the saints
will lie surprised at meeting some of the
sinners, and you may be very certain
that, when the sinners get in, it will be
because some of the good things they
have done, which were accomplished by
love, and done for dear love's sake."
The Handsome Girl laughed, and said :
“We began with frocks, and we have
ended with theology.” And I answered:
“Well, in the robes of the bless and. let us
hope there will be the Handsome Girl
and Bab.”
Buhoolma'am —Now, I want all tho children
tulook at Tommy's hands and observe how
clean they are. and see if ail of you cannot
come to school with cleaner hands. Tommy,
perhaps will tell us how he keeps them so
nice Tommy Yes m; ma makes me wash
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QUEER ANIMALS OF MEXICO.
The Cacomixtle That Lives in House
Roofs, and the Vampire Bat.
From the Washington Star.
“There are plenty of queer anirlials in
Mexico,” said P. L. Jou.v, of the Smith
sonian Institution. “I picked up some of
them on a trip through that country, from
which I have just returned. For example,
there is the ‘cacomixtle.’ a very odd
creature indeed, which lives commonly
in the roofs of houses. It is as big as a
cat, long and slender, and in color .yellow
ish brown. A species of civet cat it fs,
but not a true cat, you understand. It fs
a beast intermediate in structure between
the cat and the weasel. In respect to its
habits also it resembles both weasel and
cat.
“The roofs of the houses in that part of
the country are usually covered with
tiles. Tho cacomixtle takes up its resi
dence between the tiles and the rafters of
a dwelling, depending for its supplies of
food on its skill in foraging. Not a few,
but numbers, of these creatures
live in this fashion. They are strictly
nocturnal, though occasionally one is
seen in the day time. Not infrequently
one sees half a dozen of them playing to
gether on a roof at night. They are very
skillful at catching chickens, and their
predatory ways cause them to be regarded
by householders as enemies rather than
as pets.
"Why do not the people kill them?
They do occasionally. But the animals
have such good hiding places in the roofs
that they are difficult to get at. They
only come out at night, and are very
wary. Hut tho chief reason why they
are tolerated is that the natives are too
lazy to take the trouble to catch them,
preferring to ppt up with the loss of their
chickens, etc. I captured one by using a
fowl for bait and surrounding it on all
sides with steel traps. In the morning
several of the traps were sprung, but
save a single instance only scraps of fur
remained to tell the tale, the beasts hav
ing made their escape. When tsken
young they aro quickly tamed; but their
bodies emit a powerful and disagreeable
effluvium when they are excited, so that
one has a desire to be elsewhere. On
that account they are not desirable pets.
“I had an odd adventure near Guadala
jara. That city is situated on a hign
plateau, and owing to its elevation has a
cool climate. Though actually in the
tropics, it is to all intents and purposes in
the temperate ' zone. But within a short
distance of the town one may descend into
a region 1,5u0 feet below, where the vege
tation is wholly tropical in character, and
where coffee, pineappples and mangoes
are raised. Naturally the fauna of this
lower level is as different from that of
the heights as tho flora, and thore 1 found
an attractive hunting ground for birds
and small mammals. One morning, hav
ing spent the night at the bottom of a bar
ranca, or canyon, I was somewhat
alarmed to find my horse bleeding pro
fusely from what I at first took to be a
stab wound inflicted by a knife. On ex
amination and inquiry it appeared that the
animal had Often bitten by a ‘vampire
bat.’ Such bats, the natives informed me
are quite plentiful in the neighborhood.’
Sometimes they inflict serious Injuries.
“This species of bat is well known. It
is not very large, having a d’iicj spread of
only ten or twelve inches. But it is ren
dered formidable by a rather extraordi
nary dental equipment. Instead of the
usual four incisors it has only two- hut
they are very long and as sharp as razors
They are shaped exactly like sabers
They are set in the upper jaw and fit into
sockets In the lower jaw. Better instcu
me its for gutting could hardly bo imag
ined. The animal is nocturnal in its
habits, like other bats. Its head bears a
curious likeness to that of a bulldog, and
I date say that it has -a disposition to
match. The natives say that it will at
tack human beings who venture to sleep
in the open air at night. They have a
theory that branches of pine hung over
tho open doors and windows of dwellings
and barns will keep the vampires from
entering, but I seriously doubt if there is
any ground for such a belief.
“I brought back with me a ‘tejon.’ It
is now as big as a good sized terrier, but
it was quite young when I got it—only a
few inches long, in fact—so that it has
been perfectly tamed. Until recently it
was permitted to run about the house, but
now it has to be kept chained up because
it is so inquisitive and mischievous. It
shares those traits with the raccoon, to
it js nearly related. In its wild
state the tejon lives ih troops of fifteen or
twenty individuals. They go about inves
tigating rotten frees and stumps for in
sects. They rob birds’ nests of their
eggs, steal fruit, destroy corn when it is
in the milk. Consequently the natives
regard them as pests. They are found in
tho tierra caliente, or hot region, along
the coast.
“I found some very peculiar crabs at
Lake Chapala. That is the biggest lake
of Mexico; a beautiful sheet of water 90
miles in length. The crabs are quite
small, but they exist there la such vast
numbers as to contribute au important
item to the fare of the natives. Their
color is that of the garnet, as nearly as I
can describe it. I caught eighty of them
in an afternoon, picking them up from be
neath stones along the water’s edge. Of
course they are fresh-water crabs. Prob
ably you are aware that there are no
fresh-water crabs in the United States.
Curiously enough, I discovered that the
species was new to science, though Lake
Chapala has been visited by over so many
travelers.
“I procured several specimens of the
“clarin," which all through Mexico is the
most highly prized of cage birds. Tho
original stock is said to have come from
the state of Vera Cruz. Jts song is the
very essence of the deep shady woods and
falling water. Pouring forth suddenly,
it has a surprising, tinkling, metallic
quality. In fact, its music is more re
markable that of any other bird I know
of.”
POISON BY THE TON.
Men and Girls Engaged in Preparing
Arsenic for Use.
From the London Graphic.
The celebrated arsenic works on the
Tamar, in England, arc the remains of a
once famous copper mine. For twenty
eight years it proved the richest mine in
the country.
The lode then gave out, and the mine
would have been abandoned as worthless
had it not been accidentally discovered
that it was exceedingly rich in arsenic.
Copper is still produced in the mines, but
in comparatively small amounts, and is
dispatched to South Wules, there to be
smelted.
The material bought up from under
ground is crushed in a machine called
the stone,breaker, that resembles a huge
pair of jaws, which literally chews up
the stone till it has reduced its propor
tions sufficiently to pass into another
machine, tho crusher, wherein it is
IKiunded into pieces about the size of a
walrfm The material is now conveyed
in barrows to the dressing floors, and
each barrow load is turned out and
washed in a running stream that car
ries oSC the small particles. The nuts
into thrown up with a loik uian
table, behind which reclines, on a slop
mg board, the mine girls, who assort
them.
As soon as the arsenical pyrite is com
pletely separated from tho, common ora
and from the earthly matter, then it i)
conveyed to the first calciner. where it is
burnt with low-class coal, and produces
“arsenic-sootthat is to say, arsenic so
mixed with smoke-soot from tho coal a
to be of a gray color. The arsenic and
soot are deposited combined in the chim
ney or condenser. This is scraped out
and taken to the second caleiners to
purified.
The method consists of a rotary iron
like a millstone, convex iu the middle,
under a surface studded with iron flute*,
in three ranges, five in each. The arsen
ic to be re-refined is admitted from above.
A fire is kept up in a furnace at one side,
and the flames arc swept iu between thj
rotating millstone and its fluke-studded
cover. All are brought to a glowing red
heat. The arsenic, oil falling in blazes M
stars and dropping on the burning mill
stone, is turned over by the flukes, and
gradually slips away over the tirey bed to
the edge. When, reaching that, there is
naught but earthy matter left, the vapor
ized arsenic being carried off in tho fire.
The calcining of the arsenic is let out
to the workmen. Three men in (out
weeks will make 100 tons of arsenic: if
they make more they receive extra
premium; If they burn the arsenic badm
so that it is wasted, they arc fined, at*
the fino has been known to amount to
shillings. Some years ago arsenic soot
fetched from half a crown to 1.1 sh iUing*
a ton; it is now worth from £7 to £7 10s.
The arseuic is refined till it is, to use tM
local term, “as white as a hound s tooth
It is deposited in the condensers.
These aro neither more or less than a
mile of chimney, carried on an incline up
the hill, with doors of iron in the side.
As the hot blast passes up'the chimney it
deposits a crust of arsenic crystals on
the floor. Before the smoke passes into
the upright chimney, the height of which
is lil feet, it has to traverse a run of
water which catches what remains or
the arsenic; after which what passes
forth is nothing but sulphurous acid.
The crystals of arsenic are scraped out
of the fluo or condensin’ while still warm
and are ghound in a mil! to flour of arsen
ic, after which it is packed in small bar
rels, containing a little over three I" 111 ’
dred weight.
The men who work the arsenic, either
raking up the arsenic soot, or scraping
out the condensers or grinding it in
mill, are obliged to wear muffles over
their mouths and noses to prevent . •'
ing the particles. Tho arsenic worker*
are obliged to wash themselves tnot
oughly every day on returning from
works, as the arsenic is liable to pr° tl j < ®
sores wherever it lod es in the vrirnuv*
and folds of the flesh, especially auou
the mouth at)d nostrils, the wrists an
ankles and under the arms; in -ac_,
wherever perspiration lodges. Asa rut .
it only does this when then worker >
careless about his personal clean. mess.
therwise tho work is healthy.
Papa’s Tastes.
From Good News.
New Girl—“ What does v our papa k ;e
for break fast?” „ r
Little Mabel—“Ho always likes most
anything that we hasn't got.”
Sounded Familiar— “ Seems to me." mvsed
the touch looking citizen who was • ,ur, ‘ ‘jr
himself on a bench In the park, “ther- H sou
thing about the name of that Lord
Sh.ir.ks of Dublin, that lias a migld.v
sound. * * Hy George. I've B°* “
iSkank'a mare."— Chicago Tribune,