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THE TAKING OF EAGLE PASS,
By Morley Roberts,
Author of -Wide Bay Bar ” -A Modern Slave," "A Dead Finish,” etc
Copyrighted. I“#s,
When I was stableman for the Canadian
Pacific syndicate, at Eagle Pass Landing
in British Columbia. I hadn't much work
the first month, and the second two
months I did a great deal of leafing. I
only, had a half dozen horses in the sta
ble and my chief amusement was lying
on a pile of sacks and reading novels. It
it not a bad way of earning J 75 a month,
even if one has to pay half a dollar a meal.
In addition to being stableman I worked
in the store—stood behind the counter
tying up sugar, served out molasses, learnt
how to tie a parcel, and to break a string
across my linger. Just if I had been
brought up in a grocery. 1 tried to do it
the other day and cut iny finger to the
bone. But then I was handy at it.
This store was the provision depot of
the Canadian Pacific syndicate, and we
kept in it all the "grub” that went up the
line to different camps, to say nothing
about 2,000 pounds of dynamite hi cases*
and such trifles as a few tons of gun
powder in kegs. I helped to build the
store myself, because I went to Eagle Pass
when the place was Just ••booming” and
they were building things all around
putting in a house here and a house there,
and making hash houses and saloons and
gambling dens.
The store was on the edge of the lake.
1 could jump off the platform into seven
or eight feet of water. The beach was all
shingles, stumps, muck and refuse, and,
in shady places, drunken men. Sometimes
Chinamen used to com* in and visit us,
for there were a number of Chinamen
employed on the works on both sides of
the lake. They were not a very pleasant
crowd, either. One lot of them bashed
their overseer w'ith shovels and then flee
into the bush. He shot two, but they
fixed him. However, they couldn’t hang
seventy, and hanged nobody. Anyhow,
in a capitalist country a Chinaman is
worth a great deal more than a white
man. even if you do pay him a little less.
1 don't like Chinamen. I never did—and I
bad a good deal to do with them, too.
1 only came across one who pleased me
at all. and he was a Chinese rook, a whit -
man—a real white man-I’ni going to tell
a story about him one day. There was
one fairly white Chinaman who used to
come into the store— they called liim Char
lie. He had made money. He was not
a bad fellow sometimes, and he used to
offer me cigars. 1 took them on the prin
ciple that It is a bad thing to refuse any
thing that is offered you— especially ci
gars when they are good.
One day. when 1 was in this pace serving
out molasses or some such truck, and was
rather busy, two Chinamen came in and
stood at the counter waiting for me to Ik
disengaged. Hut there wasn’t much
chance of that, seeing the way things
were going then —for we were ttxlng up a
new camp about four miles away, and I
was getting out stores for it. I spoke as
1 rustled round.
‘‘Well, Johnny, what is it?”
•’Me got two box. two lillee box. Me
want 'em go to Camp Thirteen. And he
gave me a piece of pa|>er with some Chi
nese characters on it.
"All right, Johnny, bring in your boxes.”
And they brought them in and stowed
them away on the left hand side of the
big door tliat looked out on the lake, dose
to the dynamite In a high pile; and then
the Chinamen thanked me anil departed.
I promptly forgot everything about them
and their gear, and chucked their Invoice
behind a tea-chest.
There was a night watchman working at
the same place, because with Indians,
white men, loafers, Chinamen anti the
general riff-raff of the west, one was
mightily liable to get anything stolen that
was not too hot or too heavy to be lifted.
I very often used to sit with Jack, the
watchman, in the stoic at night; for if I
had had an easy time, 1 didn't care so
much about retiring to my pile of hay
In front of the boss's horse. So we fre
quently sat on yarning the platform by the
open door, looking out upon the Shushwap
Lake, which was there nine miles across,
towarsd the Salmon Arm. Jack told me
stories of the west—come very tough ones,
too—how he saw two men hanged on the
bridge at Spokane Falls one morning; how
he himself helped to lynch another
man, his brother. or his cous
in. or his father, used to
earn a living stealing horses. But he
w as a good chap all the name, and I liked
him very much, even if he was a hard
nut, for he was as tough as hickory, with
a bright eye and plenty of grit; so we got
on pretty well together.
One night when we were sitting on the
fdatform in the moonlight, about seven or
eight days after those Chinamen had come
in, it seemed to me that there was an un
pleasant odor about the place. Now, there
•re odors and odors. There are some that
are very suggestive. Not long l>fore we
had found a dead man in the lake. He
had had a long bath, no one knew how
long; in fact, the doctor took a good deal
of thopgtit to reckon It up, even If he did
know that it was hot weather.-and that the
water there was pretty warm. We took
him and shoved him in a box, and that
night he lay outside, just underneath this
platform—l saw him. Perhaps it was the
memory of that ghastly white face star
ing up at the moon that made me dislike
this smell, or that made the smell so sug
gestive—but that I cannot say. Anyhow,
1 sniffed and looked at Jack, and Jack
sniffed and looked at me; and X said:
“I smell a smell."
And Jack said: “So do I.”
“Jack," I said again, “I-should like to
know whether you, as a man of some ex
perience, would like to say off hand, what
that smell suggests to you?"
He said: "X reckon It suggests the same
to me as It does to you, Texas.”
And I said: “Right you are, my son."
For we both knew it. or so it seemed to us.
"It must be somewhere about,” said
Jack. "Have you ever been right under
the store, Texas?” for the store was built
on stumps and piles; there was a space
underneath it of beach shingle. The
drunk chaps used to go and lie under it
for shelter; sometimes you would hear
them snoring right through the floor. It
did not seem impissible that somebody
might be underneath who had got over
snoring for ever. So we took the lantern
and went out and crawled underneath; but
we found nobody. We went back into
the store again.
"That smell's in here Jack,”l said,
and we started to hunt round the place.
We looked at everything, and at last we
located it just by the dynamite. Then we
got nearer and nearer; we got to these
two boxes—rough, wooden boxes tied up
with rope, which the Chinamen had left.
Jack smelt them and he rose up, looking
a little pale, and somewhat sick.
“Murder!” he said.
And I stooped down—and I wish I hadn't,
for it made me a little ill, just a trifle.
We went outside into the moonlight, and
we came back again. We loked at each
other for a while.
“It's a dead men, sure enough!” said
Jack. And we took those two boxes out
on the platform.
It required more than a little courage
and self control to get a screw driver and
a hammer, and burst one of the boxes
open—and when we did get it open, it took
a great deal more courage and self con
trol to slay right thera.
by Morley Roberts.
For there was white flesh, really white
flesh, in that l*ox, although it was partial
ly covered by piee-< of grass and fern.
And we took a stick and scrape-) that
away, and it was whiter flesh than ever.
”1 don’t know,” said Jack, "this looks
like murder, most certainly.” He said;
"I wonder if we have unearthed a trag
edy?”
"If we have, there's Chinamen In It,'*
said I. And I told him.
■ you can never tell what a Chinaman
will do. anyhow." said Jack.
"So these are the boxes for Camp Num
ber Thirteen: X wonder if the Chinamen
at Camp Thirteen ar* cannibals?”
And then, screwing up my courage, and
getting a piece of sacking to lay hold of It
by, I took that white flesh out of the box,
and it was manifestly a piece of hog.
Blit It Is a curious thing that pigs and hu
mans, should smell the same under more
than one condition. It was a relief to And
out that it wasn't a murder after all—and
then the thing became comic, because I
knew that those Chinamen would cavort
about Engle Pass, and Just simply raise
hell after their own fashion. They would
come there and Jabber to me, and curse me
fluently. I expected to hear "Kl-hl! Ki-tP
Mtikha-hoi-lo!" whereupon I should proba
bljr throw a Chinaman Into the lake. So
the whole business promised pretty devel
opments.
But we couldn't stand those two t>oxs in
the store or on the platform. We dragged
them our further, and hurled them on to
the shingly beach. One stood the racket
ail right, but the other one burst, and oh-h
--h, th> smell that ]>ourid out of it! It de
filed the night—lt defiled the hills—it. de
filed the whole basin of the Eagle and th>-
Shush wap. I don't believe there ever wa
a smell like It; a battlefield could hardly
have beaten it. The result was that I
couldn't sleep In the stable, which was a
few yards away only. Jack very nearly
threw up Ills Job at once; but he was
night-watchman, he had got to stay there.
He plugged up Ills nostrils with tobacco
and faced it out; he was a hero—a hero!
And next morning the whole town rose
In arms. The boss came down and fainted
In his office, yet he was a strong man. The
town extended for half a mile. The wind
usually blew from the west, but that smell
went up against the wind and crawled like
a skirmishing party to the far extremity
of the town and laid them all out cold.
Those who were not cold got hot and they
name down to the store and stayed there
and raved, and asked us what we had been
doing—w-liat we were manufacturing? Was
It a chemical works? Was It some cannibal
canning company? What the were we
doing, anyhow?
Someone, bolder than the rest, came
right down to the store—and lie found out
what It was. When they had recovered
the boss and told him about It, Jack anil I
gave him an explunaitlon of the business.
Then he commanded us to take it away.
Jack wouldn't; he said he would rather
leave. I said I wouldn't have any truck
with it. no. not at any price. I had had
the trouble of finding It out, ami I wasn't
going to touch It—not for dollars. Carey
then went in the street and offered any
body f> to come down and throw It into the
water. Ten men. who were dying for a
drink, took on the Job; but they never got
through. They never got there. They
were carried away and given whisky in
pure charity, at the cost of the town.
They failed. Not even the desire for a
drink could get a man to do it. And bf
course If it was as bad as that in the
morning when the sun was not high, you
can imagine what it was like at noon.
Eagle Pass was fairly deserted. They went
and camped up on the hills; they tried to
climb above the smell; bun M was Impossi
ble to get away from It. The very cariboo
on ithe mountains couldn't. A few of us
had ito stay to look after the horses—they
were 111, too.
And In the evening I perceived two Chi
namen coming down .the main street, evi
dently wondering what had become of the
inhabitants of the town. There was not a
soul about. The saloons were doing no
business—at least, no business In the town
—they had carried the entire stock up the
hills and were drinking It there in des
peration.
Presently these fellows got to the store
and one of them said to me, “Bight days
ago me give you one llllle pice of paper
for Camp Thirteen.”
And I caught him by the nape of the
neck and ran him into the store and out
on the platform, and threw him on top
of the ghastly pile below. His partner fol
lowed him of his own accord—he was a
Chinaman. Nobody will believe it—l don’t
really believe it myself now when I think
of It—but that Chinaman didn't die. He
only picked himself up and he said:
”KI-hi! ki-ti! Mukhahollo!”
And I couldn't get down to him because
of the smell. He entrenched himself be
hind it; it was l a fort.
And then the pair of them lifted up their
voices and wept aloud, to think - of so much
good pork spoiled. Evidently there must
have been dire trouble up there at Camp
Thirteen and these two fellows were the
contractors: they had lost money and
probably got abused. All of the people who
had the strength of mind came down and
commanded the Chinamen to take the
stuff away and bury It, and hide their
crime. And they proceeded to do it, but
they didn't get a spade and bury It—they
had started to clean it up. They absolute
ly proposed that someone should eat it
after all. They spread it out to dry and
then—the perfume beggars description.
We left.
When we came back they had taken a
boat and put it in and rowed away with
it, coolly, coldly, absolutely pulling the
oars, showing a certain amount of
strength and dexterity. It made all the
white men simply quail—they just “wilt
ed.” They said: “We give it up. It's no
good being Caucasians; it's no good being
Americans; it's no good being Britishers,
King George men and Boston men are all
a "cultus” lot. The Chinese are going to
have this place, and by if the Chinese
would only bring packages like that and
spread It over the universe they could
have the whole pile for anything we care!”
This Is the story of the taking of Eagle
Bass.
MOM MEST TO AN APPLE TREE.
A Novel Proposition That la Being
Talked of in Woburn, Ninas.
From the Boston Transcript.
It is not a difficult task to set people
talking about a monument in the memory
of almost any dead man in these times,
but it is not often that one hears about a
proposition to erect a monument to a tree.
Some people think that the tree that first
bore the toothsome Baldwin apple did
more for humaniy than a good many men
who have been honored with monuments,
and so it is proposed to erect such a mon
ument in Wilmington, two miles north of
North Woburn. The matter is being talk
ed of in Woburn, and the people look with
favor upon the scheme. The inscription
will he as follows:
"This pillar, erected in 1895 by the Rum
ford Historical Association, marks the es
tate where, in 1798, Samuel Thompson,
Esq., while locating the line of the .Middle
sex Canal, discovered the first Pecker ap
ple, later named them Baldwin. Exact
spot 850 feet west 10 degrees north.”
The apple first received the name Pecker
because of the woodpeckers around the
tree. Thompson found the apple to be a
new variety, and he and his brother Abi-
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, MAY 26, 1*95.
Jah caused many trees to the grafted with
its scions. It was througn the influence
of Col. I/wmi Baldwin, the celebrated en
gineer. that the apple gained a wide cele
brity and soon became known as the Bald
win.
HE WAS AN ASKER OF AI.IIS.
-Anil a Doctor of Plifilolofiy of the I di
versity of Jrna—A True Story.
From Kate Field's Washington.
In ten beggars there are nine liars. This
is not a Parisian proverb; It Is something I
know to be true. My story—lf a record of
actual fact can be called a story—is about
the tenth beggar.
I met him one rainy afternoon as 1 was
hurrying along near AVashington square.
New York. Of course he asked for some
thing and of course l refused. I went on
half a block to the office I was In search of,
found no one in and turned back. The
man was still standing on the corner.
Several persons passed him but he did not
offer to speak to them. I fancied he had
the air of one new to his trade and not yet
past feeling ashamed of It. lie was a man
of about 35, of medium bight and slightly
stooped. He had an abstracted look, as
of an absent minded person, but the ex
pression of his face was not unpleasant.
Finally he wore glasses and I think this
w-as the real reason I stopped and spoke
to him.
"Excuse me. sir. for speaking to you,"
he said in reply to my question, speaking
with a strong German accent, "but I have
no money, I can get no work."
"What was your work?”
"1 am a teacher; of I-atin, French, Ger
man."
"Are you a graduate?”
He drew up with some pride.
"Ach, ys. I am a doctor of philology of
the Fniversity of Jena.”
Doctor or no doctor, he was getting wet
and so was 1. I walked him over to a little
restaurant, and there he told his story.
He had been a teacher in the gymnasium
at Potsdam, he said, and hearing of the
large salaries paid In America, camp here
In November. He applied at Folumbia and
the University of the City of New York,
and wrote some letters, but, of course, at
that time of year, there was no vacancies.
He had tried to secure private pupils, but
without success. Becoming discouraged,
and having no friends to turn to, he simply
drifted about the city week after week till
his money was gone. "Tempora mutan
tur,” he said; "I did not like to beg, but
what could I do?"
When 1 told him 1 had studied German
he fairly glowpd.
"So you have read Heine —Schiller. Arc
they not wonderful?”
For months, I suppose, he had heard
nothing, but the slang of the streets. To
meet a person who knew his favorite au
thors was a rare pleasure, and he sput
tered away about them in his broken Eng
lish for some time. Finally he told me
that his name was Hoevel and that he
was unmarried.
When he had finished his meal he said
in Latin: “Let us go.” %
"I have work to do this afternoon,” I
said, "and 1 cannot stay longer. Where
can I see you—where do you live?”
“I live anywhere. I have no home."
"But where do you sleep?”
"In a big place; it is 20 cents a night."
"There are places where you can stay
for 15.” I realized the heartlessness of this
as soon as I said it.
"Yes, but they are—you call It bum."
1 deliberated a moment. "Can you meet
me at this corner at 5 o'clock to-morrow?
I don't know that l can do anything, but
I'll see. And if I’m not here to-morrow,
come the next day at the same time. I’ll
be there one day or the other.”
He promised to come and we parted.
That night I told the story to a crowd
of young fellows at the boarding house.
They seemed Interested in the man and the
upshot of It was that we decided to form
a German conversation class and engage
my doctor of philology as leader.
As 1 half expected, business ma le it Im
possible for me to keep my appointment
the next day. Hut the day after that 1 was
at the appointed place ten minutes ahead
of time. I waited and loitered about that
corner till the policeman grew suspicious.
Till 5:30 I stayed there, but the man did
not come. I never saw him again.
AH this happened nearly a year ago. The
other day I picked up a recent copy of
the Evening Post and read this Item;
“Emil Hoevel. a German teacher of lan
guages, committeed suicide yesterday
afternoon on the steps of the Yorkviile
police court, in East Fifth-seventh street,
this city, by stabbing himself In the heart.
The man, it is said, had received a univer
sity education in Germany. Despondency
over Ills poor success In securing pupils
and his poverty were the -causes of the
act."
Then I wished I had kept my appoint
ment on the first day.
—Mr. Perclval Lowell of Boston, who
erected and equipped a tine temporary ob
servatory in Arizona last year merely for
the purpose of studying the planet Mars,
announces that he will have a 24-inch tel
escope made by Clark for further research
In the same direction. Mr. Lowell's Inten
tion is to erect this instrument where he
can find the most favorable atmospheric
conditions, utterly regardless of conveni
ence. It was largely this consideration
that led to his selection of a mountain in
Arizona as the base of his last year’s
work. The glass previously employed had
an aperture of eighteen Inches.
—Miss Tadzu Sugiye is the name of a
Japanese young woman who, after study
ing at Wellesley College, became a teacher
In a Christian school for girls in Osaka.
Japan. "I teach,” she says, "three classes
in Chinese literature, two in English, one
in the history of Japanese literature and
one In botany. Besides, I have to correct
the Japanese compositions produced from
the classes and to give a lecture each week
on the Japanese rhetoric. Added to all
these I have to give lessons In yinkee
cookery.
OVERWORK.
OVERSTLDV. .
POOR HEALTH.
Don’t overwork the brain. fo - y
the results are most serious. A r Vs. \
Keep up your strength and ijj v'fA}
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Bitters. W v\ . f r
August 21st, 1894.
I consider Brown’s Iron Bitters the Queen
of Strengthened. It has built up my sys=
tern and completely restored me of trouble
of mind and overwork.
MAX R. OUSTING, 175 Wisconsin Street, Milwaukee, Wis.
Brown’s Iron Bitters cures Bad
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W oflQaiVs Worid.
In the early days of our grandmothers,
says Harper's Bazar, gentlemen's watches
were usually ponderous affairs, having a
heavy silver case. In which the timepiece
Itself was for safety carefully clasped.
A circular piece of rice paper, cut to fit
exactly the lower half of this case, and
on it careftillj' painted a wreath of buds
and leaves, or it might be- a single flower,
was deemed a very appropriate present
from a maiden to her lover. Not every
one, however, had at command this dain
ty handicraft, ai)d in many Now England
villages there were persons who, “for a
consideration,” held themselves ready for
orders. The language ot dowers was stu
died in reference to the depth of feeling
to be expressed. Sometimes the all-im
portant sentiment was detailed with In
dian ink and a very fine camel's hair
brush. It was a tedious process, demand
ing great skill, to work upon so fragile a
paper.
The debutantes at last Wednesday’s
drawing room, says a Indianapolis dis
patch to the New York Sun. had a good
deal to try their temper. The queen shirked
her work, with the result that the Prin
cess of Wales had to take It in hand al
most at the last moment, and, although
presentations to her royal highness were
by the royal command, considered equiva
lent to presentation to the queen her
self, there was much grumbling among
young women who had spent days in
practising how to bend low and kiss the
monarch's hand with the minimum
amount of awkwardness. Then, follow
ing upon a week of warm, summer-like
weather, drawing room day was cold and
cheerless, with a high wind which drove
dust through the most carefully closed
carriage windows, spoiled dresses, ruined
complexions, and caused an amount of
untimely sneezing that was distressing
to witness except to brutal, scoffing spec
tators.
The number of presentations was com
paratively small, but the Princess was
ten minutes late and there were several
waits and hitches which, had the queen
been present, would have got the court
officials Into serious trouble. The general
verdict was that the Marchioness of Lon
donderry, who presented the Dowager
Duchess of Marlborough on her remar
riage, wore the finest diamonds, and that
one of the most striking dresses was that
of Lady Jane Lindsay, the material of
which had been sent all the way to China
to be embroidered with sprays of strange
flowers.
The Springtime Girl—From the Cincin
nati Tribune—
She comes with her bcau-oatching graces,
Like a dream of emparadised bowers;
In a flutter of ribbons and laces
She blooms with the earliest flowers;
And the lover Is no longer pensive
On the crust of society's whirl.
For sweet, though a wee bit expensive.
Is the modern style Springtime Girl
A huntress of hearts, like Diana.
The shafts of her quiver fly true.
And her silvery laugh will be manna
Until she doth bid us adieu;
With a swarm of adorers about her
She shines like an Orient pearl;
Ah. the world would be lonely without her,
The elegant Springtime Girl.
There's pleasure wherever she mingles,
Her wit hath an edge that iB keen.
And the cheek of the dude often tingles
At hor bits of sarcasm, I ween;
So welcome the ribbons and laces
Which round her the deft breezes whirl,
For they frame in their delicate graces
Earth's fairy, the Springtime Girl.
—T. C. Harbaugh.
Finger-bowls have grown smaller, says
the New York Times. The latest are made
of tinted Bohemian glass, and have a
footed bowl, which rests on a plate to
match. If possible the finger-bowl should
carry out the color scheme of the table.
The most correct champagne glasses have
the melon-shaped bowl. After-dinner cor
fee cups are now large enough to be
used for afternoon tea. They come In the
long, low caldron shape. The latest glass
for serving sorbet or punch is known as
the violet cup shape. It resembles some
what a large violet, and is made of vio
let glass. The tulip is a favorite sorbet
glass, and is usually seen in shades of yel
low. Punch or sorbet is also served In
the heart of a full-blown pink rose, made
of the new pink Bohemian glass. All
these flower-glasses rest on a naturally
shaped green leaf, which is of glass, and
used for the saucer.
All improper marriages, says Demor
est's Magazine for June, should be de
nounced; but International marriages are
not necessarily improper. Merely the In
ternational feature ought not to affect
the moral character of the marriage. All
depends upon the facts in each case.
Whether marriage are international or
not, where the motive, on the one side,
is plainly to secure wealth, and on the
other, a real or supposed prominent social
position, the marriage falls far below the
proper standard. Where differences In
religion, in education, in taste, and in
social relations, are very marked, the
propriety of the marriage is certainly open
to question. But it ought constantly to
be borne in mind that the mere interna
tional feature is, per se, neither commend
able nor objectionable. All depends upon
other considerations. It is to be hoped
that the time is near at hand when Amer
ican women will feed there is no higher
honor than to be the wives of brave, true
and patriotic American men, and the
mothers of patriotic American sons and
daughters. The present tendency docs
noe reflect much credit on certain classes
of American women, however much it
may conduce to the financial ambitions of
certain foreigners.
Litlie Mr. Push has undoubtedly got
on wonderfully well," admitted Mrs.
1 auetic, who considers herself one of the
elect. “Hut her methods are certainly
amusing. I happened to see her at several
different places the other day, and 1 was
vastly interested in observing her tactics.
Our first rencontre was at the A. wedding,
where both of us chanced to be near Mrs.
Z., a cousin of the bride, in the crush at
the door.
‘Come with me, Mrs. Caustic,’ called
out the latter. ‘I expect they will give me
a good seat—at least I ought to have one.
if those snobbish young ushers look after
the friends of the family, instead of giving
their own particular intimates and the
smart people, whom they wish to oblige,
the best places, as they generally do.’
Little Mrs. Push turned around Immedi
ately.
‘Oh! may I come, too?’ she asked, ap
pealingly. •! jo so want to hear what
you two clever people say about every
one.' And Mrs. Z., says the New York
Tribune, pleased with the flattery, smiled
assent. The ushers, as Mrs. Z. predicted,
tried to look over our heads, and suggested
the side aisle; but Mrs. Z., who is nothing
if not determined, held her own splendid
ly. and we succeeded finally in getting
very good places half way up the middle
aisle. For several minutes Mrs. Push ap-
P“ared satisfied, but as ore smart person
age after another passed us on the arm
of an obsequious usher, she began to get
restless. ‘Oh, excuse, me.‘ she exclaimed,
suddenly, ‘but there is Mrs. Van Dusscn.
I Positively must speak to her about some
thing,’ and, squeezing past us. she joined
some ultra fashionable people, who were
a few pews ahead of us. And that was the
last we saw of Mrs. Push, who had seemed
so anxious for our society. Oddly enough,
however, that evening, rather to my dis
gust, 1 encountered our 'social climber
again at a large dinner. At the table, of
course, her place was assigned to her, and
she had no opportunity to exercise her pe
culiar talents; hut as soon as the ladies
formed in different groups in the draw
ing room, I noticed, to my secret amuse
ment, that Mrs. Push lingered over Rome
magazines at a table. ‘She is waiting to
see what group it would be best to join-,’ I
said to myself, for I saw her attention
was not on the books, and that she kept
glancing from side to side. Finally, she
made her selection, and picking up a pho
tograph as a subject to begin with, she
sauntered up to a coterie of intimates, and
managed so cleverly that in five minutes
she appeared to be one of the set—which,
needless to say, was a very smart one.
That evening was the night of Mrs. B.’s
ball, which was one of the most exclusive
affairs of the winter.
“ ‘Now, at least, I shall get rid of that
little snob,’ I soliloquized, ‘for I am quite
sure she is not Invited; I heard Mrs. B.
say sometime ago that she was quite in
sufferable.’ But the very first person I
saw in the dressing room was Mrs. Push.
‘However did she manage that?’ I ex
claimed to a friend, but it was not until
the other day that I heard the explanation
from Mrs. B. herself. It was the bicycle
that did it! Mrs. Push is a beautiful rider,
‘and she was so kind and so helpful and
so ready to go out with me for practice,’
said Mrs. 8., 'that she quite won me over,
and of course I could not do less than ask
her to my ball.’ ’’
It has been interesting, says the New
York Times, to watch the gradual way
in which woman's dress has “lived up”
to the big sleeve, whose advent two years
ago was a startling innovation.
Capes promptly succeeded jackets when
the fashion became pronounced, modistes
and arbiters realizing that it was asking
too much of the average jacket sleeve to
be responsible for the hiding of such a
mass of dress sleeve.
The skirts were the next part of the
costume to adapt themselves to width and
voluminousness, a necessary concession,
as the bell skirt, with the balloon sleeves,
was little short of grotesque.
Bonnets then doffed their hight, and took
unto themselves width, preserving the
equilibrium of the outfit, and the crush
collars and belts added "cars” and
■’wings’* to their effect.
Shoes have remained pointed, though
they should have flared, but parasols have
grown fluffy and flat to partake of the
general trend of belongings.
Finally the motif has entered bouquets.
The very newest thing at the florists' are
the butterfly bouquets, w:ae, shallow af
fairs, with spreading Dows or wings of
lilies, or what you will, and A center of
some other flower.
Loops of ribbon fall from the center of
these butterfly bunches, which bid fair to,
temporarily, at least, dethrone the popular
shower bouquet.
"The American girl, wherever she goes,
is immediately covered by the lorgnon of
foreign curiosity,” writes Mrs. Burton
Harrison in the Ladies’ Home Journal.
She can neither move nor have her being
without being discussed as a type of her
now famous class. No doubt her success
socially, wherever she is known, has much
to do with it. Other women, old and
young—English women pre-eminently—
are on the lookout for her every departure
from good form. From her chance, trif
ling lapse at table d'hote in speech or ac
tion from their accepted tenets they judge
her kind. This may not seem amiable,
but it is strictly true. One can’t make
the round of half a dozen countries of
Southern Europe in the traveling season
and not have it borne in upon one’s inner
consciousness. The chaperons of other
countries say to each other. "Ah, these
American girls, they are sad poachers on
our preserves," and consider it their duty
to condemn our maiden upon the small
est pretext. As for their passing criti
cisms upon her speech, that is a matter
of course. and to steer clear of them she
might almost feel tempted to hold her
tongue altogether In foreign company.
The art of pleasing, says Harper's Bazar,
which used to be considered quite enough
of a profession to satisfy the soul of
any woman, seems to-day In the reaction
against such an extreme view In some
danger of being thrust into a place dishon
orable.
True, it takes time to acquire this gentle
and valuable art. and true. It takes money
indirectly, for time is coin for the modern
woman, whose work is worth Its hire. But
no amount of direct money earned or in
herited can buy the genuine art to please.
It is born with some women, as intangible
as a gossamer web. seemingly a nothing
until it clings about the face in a forest
walk, not to be lightly brushed aside. To
deliberately acquire and weave so delicate
a fiber takes not coin, but heart and hand
labor.
"Now," asks the modern woman,” Is It
to be demanded of me to keep up my
public career, my home life, my social
duties, my power to dress well, and culti
vate also the art of pleasing?”
Fnless you do all this and more, mad
ame or mademoiselle, you are not a typi
cal modern woman. The blown feminine
flower of this decade must have the broad
ening influence of a public career, the
sweetening of home life, the power which
social influence undoubtedly gives, and the
arts of dressing well and of pleasing must
be included under the general heading
"womanly.”
A New York woman, wandering among
Paris art treasures, is thus impressed:
“The memory of one woman’s smile,” she
writes, “has set a whole world in tune.
For no picture known, perhaps, has
touched so many hearts as that bit of
dull, dusky canvas out of which the ‘Mona
Lisa’ of Leonardo da Vinci smiles at you.
The first feeling when you look at her is
one of disappointment. Her smile mocks
you. But go a little to the right, and, oh.
how sad the smile is, or stand at the left,
and it has become the Joyous smile of
childhood, dimpling the comers of her
mouth, while, if you look her straight in
the face, her mood has changed again.
Y"ou know then that she has solved this
mystery which we call life and can still
smile. Now, as you turn away you find
that she bewitched you; her languid eyes
and slow smile follow you, drawing again
and again your seeding gaze. You for
get the divine message of the ‘lmmacu
late Conception,’ the face of Vandyke’s
‘Charles the First,’ the sorrowful note of
Titian's ’Entombment,’ the gentle ’Ma
donna' of Raphael, the brilliant phrasing
of Rubens, the inslstance of Paul Vero
nese. For you only one picture in this
famous room of a famous gallery lives.
What matters that the canvas is old and
small, the colors faded, the flesh gray?
The spirit that lies imprisoned in the Mona
Lisa's smile will never grow old; and be
cause a woman's smile was, as it has il
lumined the work of one man's hands,
placing him on the hights in the vast
world of art.”
There has actually been found anew field
for expert Invasion. The Boston Tran
script thinks we do not know how to
sleep, and suggests that someone making
a specialty of this culture should an
nounce himself “teacher of sleep,” and
predicts for this pioneer, be it man or wo
man. a large fortune. How not to sleep
is also explained. Anna Payson Call tells
it in her book, “Power Through Repose.”
Don’t adopt any habitual attitude when
you go to sleep. As you are when you
drop away in the arms of Morpheus, you
are likely to say for sometime, and, if you
tie yourself up in hard knots, before they
are untied by the soothing power of slum
ber, they will leave their impress. Round
shoulders, uneven hips, protruding collar
bones, to say nothing of the horrid
wrinkles from squeezing the eyes shut and
knitting the face into lines and furrows,
are a few of the evils which result from
not knowing how to go to sleep. Even
young women are to listen and take warn
ing, for the bad work is soon done, and it
is hard to undo. Lie flat on the back on a
mattress which is not too soft, the head on
a small pillow; the room must be cool, and
the clothing warm but light. The eye3
should be lightly closed and the hands
left easily at the sides. Don’t draw the
corners of your mouth down, which will
make those ugly creases from the nose
down toward the chin. It Is easy to cul
tivate this sense of relaxation. Learn to
imagine yourself heavy, as if you couldn’t
help letting a ton’s weight down on the
mattress. Take a lesson from the babv;
he sleeps in utter physical abandonment.
That is why he falls out of bed, and w’hy,
as he grows older and begins to keep the
tension of waking hours through slumber
time, he stops falling out of bed. Watch
to-night and see how you are managing
it, and if you are on your arms, are cross
ing your knees, putting your hands above
you on the pillar, crowding your toes in
between the mattress and footboard, tuck
ing your hand under your cheek, curving
yourself around like a paranthesis mark
stop all or any such practices right away,
and try simple, relaxed repose.
A small girl, say3 the New York Times,
whose home is In the aristocratic shadow
of the Empire State’s eapitol, has a bach
elor uncle who never fails to honor at
sight all her pocket money demands upon
him. Flaying in the park the other day
she saw approaching a gentleman whom
she took to be her walking bank account,
and she hastened joyfully toward him.
"Oh, Unde Jack!” she cried, as she
neared him. “How do you do? I’Ve got
to have 50 cents right away.”
“Oh, you have,” said the man ad
dressed, amused. “And what have you got
to have 50 cents for, pra>'?”
by• replied the child, surprised
"you never asked me that before;” then
as she took a second look her face fell- “I
don't believe you are my Uncle Jack,’ at
all.”
“I don’t believe I am,” her listener con
fessed, with a smile, and the next moment
the little miss saw a way out of her di
lemma.
“Do you know my unde, Mr. Jack -?”
she asked, with a funny assumption of
primness.
"Yes, I do.”
Then at once all her joyousness came
back. "Oh, it’s all right, then; you just
give me the 50 cents, and the first time
you see him ask him to pay you back ”
She got her money with great prompt
ness, and somewhat later Mr. Jack
was surprised to be soberly dunned by his
intimate friend and fellow-club member
for half a dollar, value expended.
The evils of the - corset, says the New
lork Times, are strongly painted by a
writer on "Hygenie Dress.” She calls'the
corset an “immense bandage of splints ”
“Suppose,” she says, “you splint your arm
for six or eight weeks; what would be
come of its muscles? A heavily boned cor
set would do very well to wrap around
a broken arm or leg until it heals, but it
is a crime to wear it over the soft ab
dominal walls which encase the most won
derful system of organs, which only in
their full development can give us a
worthy race. Even with the splints pulled
out. this garment would be hot and de
bilitating, and, tightly worn, it Interferes
with the secretions and execretions of the
skin. If bones must be in the waist, they
should not run the wrong way of the
body, but in conformity with nature’s lines
“Out of the harmonious lines with the
ribs, they grow a great many muscles
out of use, interfering with the natural
breathing, the powerful intercostal mus
cles beneath the corset become shrivelled
and partially paralysed; it becomes im
possible to properly distend the diaphragm
and, therefore, the proper amount of life
giving oxygen is not inhaled.
“The corset wearer makes her own rec
ord in the misshape of her body, in her
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frauding the system of oxygen. It is
needless to say that the blood becomes
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“What is true as to tight dressing of
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Frenchmen Know the Secret—Seeds,
Flowers, Grapes, Strawberries anil
Vegetables Showed Extraordinary
Vigor.
From the New York World.
It has long been known that the elec
tricity In the atmosphere plays an Im
portant part in the stimulation of vege
table growth, but hitherto no practical
use has been made of this knowledge.
The results recently obtained by some
French scientists who have been experi
menting with the effect of electricity on
plants indicate that a most valuable aid
to agriculture has been discovered. A
plant deprived of atmospheric electricity
by covering it with a network of fine steel
wires soon withers away and dies; when
artificially stimulated by an electric cur
rent it dooms with far more vigor than in
a normal condition.
With these data to work upon the ex
perimenters moistened seeds with water
and then subjected them to the influ
ence of an electric current. The seeds
thus treated grew with far more vigor
and came to maturity sooner than those
not so treated. They even succeeded in
making date stones germinate, which is
a very unusual thing to happen in France.
Peas, beans and maize grew with as
tonishing swiftness when treated with
the powerful current of a Ruhmkorff coil
and the yield was greater than ordin
ary. Experiments with batteries were not
so successful when the current was pass
ed through the earth, because of the dif
ference in the resistance of the soil In
various places to the passage of the cur
rent. The resulting crop was uneven in
character, according as one particular sec
tion received more or less of the electric
current. With the powerful electrical
machines much more satisfactory results
wer obtained. Strawberries in particu
lar were ripened in a remarkably short
time.
Electrical machines are far too expen
sive, however, for a farmer to use, and
though all right in Lheorj', they are too
costly in practice.
The new invention Is called the geomag
netifqre, and consists of an ordinary pole
forty or fifty feet high, surmounted wttn
a cheval de frise of copper spikes, designed
to act as a collector of atmospheric elec
tricity. This collector is insulated frotn
the pole by a porcelian knob, and connects
with a copper wire (also insulated from tne
pole) which transmits the current to a net
work of wires which are laid under I tne
soil at a depth of about six feet. These
wires are made of galvanized Iron, ana
their cost is not large.
By the use of this apparatus the produc
tion on a given area has been increased
50 per cent. The grapes from vineyards
in which the geomagnetifere is used are
richer In sugar and alcohol than ordinary
grapes. Flowers have a stronger perfume
also when stimulated in this manner.
The exact chemical action which the cur
rent has upon fruits and vegetables can
not be determined. It is only certain that
such action takes place. Some hold tnai
it acts by aiding the plants to assimilate
the azote of the atmosphere, while others
think that it favors the assimilation oi
certain mineral salts in the soil.
The experiment can be tried on any lawn
r flower bed so long as the pole is awa>
:m the house. If too close it acts as a
lightning conductor, but without giving
any protection. ...
It is estimated that a geomagnetiiere
sixty feet high will enrich the soil to the
same degree as ten times its cost in ma
nure. At the present time a successful
farmer has to be something of a chemist,
and it now seems as though he will bava
to be an electrician, too.