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THROUGH A LAND OF
CANALS ffIKSfS* —-
KOM Antwerp to Rotterdam <8 less
y than three hours by the rails, but on
18. the little steamer which crawls
through the creeks, canals and lakes
/ mT A Come, steep yourself in sober lux
-1 JL I ury in an atmosphere of self-respect
\GS ! A&y'SD/ and much peace and dampness.
\ W I The steamer starts in the cold half
V y dawn with all the Antwerp stretch of
" river lights burning an orange yellow.
After two hours of tonic shivering
you see the sun across a flat and fertile land, a big
red cun which you may look at without blinking.
There is a mighty river flowing full and broad be
tween low banks with scattered trees. You glide
into canals lined to the water’s edge with grass and
buttercups, enlivened with groups of fishers in trou
sers of the strangest cuts, who stand chatting with
the keepers of the locks and drinking healths in
schnapps.
The trousers are bloomers, not unlike the knick
ers of the fair when full built (speaking of the
knickers), and they wear round knit caps of vivid
green. Others, more sober, wear bomb-shaped cas
quotteg of orange velvet embroidered with black
silk.
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The captain promised breakfast in five min
utes. That was an hour and twenty minutes ago.
The second cabin passengers are drinking gin.
The captain says the breakfast only waits for
•ome cow to be milked near a lock.
The boat Is still in a canal between high banks,
which thrust on the view the ankles of the vil
lage girls who stand along the edge and look
down philosophically, knitting; for their skirts
are very bell-shaped. The village girls are sil
houettes against the sky. Then a one-horse gig.
with yellow wheels and a green box, flits by
mysteriously and disappears behind the ridge.
And there la nothing more.
Ah, yes. It rains.
The steamer crawls through the canal, itrmeri-
Td by the locks and dams Here Is another
Dutch girl. She is standing on the bank above
our heads as we descend, a Dutch girl in a white
starched percale cap, cream-colored kerchief
crossed upon her breast, with a black bodice, a
blue skirt, wooden shoes and blue stockings.
The boat Is In a narrow river once again, with
scenery green and clean, with sweet effects of
light in this peculiar air—a milky, velvety light—
near a comic opera village More village girls,
the milk and blush rose blondes of Zeeland, with
their silky masses of pale golden hair, immacu
lately clean. They look so solid, tight and tidy,
do these little Dutch girls in their stiff bodices.
Out In the open Ooester Skelt, three miles
itcross, the yellow brownish water scarcely marks
Itself against the banks of yellow green, low
dikes, with long, long lines of trees, whose roots
assist to hold the soil together.
We hug the edge. Along the bank there
coughs nnd snorts a dinky little ancient auto
mobile. As It nears we see It 1b conducted by a
pretty girl In white. She looks like a bride!
The villagers run out. rejoicing Who Is she?
What is it? What is he? Mystery.
We steam onward. Now. there are always
these long ltneß of trees that stand like a grim
regiment to defeat the floods of the encroaching
sea. It Is the Verdronken Land, where thousands
perished—villages and towns and all the country
side—ln 1532, when a dike burst.
There is a short Canal de Keeten.
At a village where the captain stops to get
his hair cut a fair bumboat girl sells us schnapps.
Then the little steamer quits the subdivisions of
the Schelde, meanders through the mazes of the
Maas, comes through the Krammer and the Vol
kerak to the wide Hollandsch Diep, which has
rough water and looks almost like the sea. Once
this bay was land, but long ago, in 1421, a tidal
•wave wiped out a hundred market towns and vil
lages, and upward of 100,000 people perished,
and the water stayed.
Then soon it Is the little Dorsche Kil, a very
narrow stream (where the Prince of Orange was
drowned in 1711), which takes us to the broad
and lovely Merwede, a double river, where the
windmills of the landscape and the busy villages
proclaim the land of Holland one has read of.
Now it Is raining. Dort. or Dordrecht is the
first flue town. It is the cleanest land! The very
rows are scrubbed down with soap and rubbed
shawl slips off the shoulders of a Quaker girl—
if there be any left who wear dove-colored
shawlß. I am thinking of Philadelphia and Penn's
Manor.
Here there are villages that do not know the
railway and their daughters do not know the
modern fashions. A village girl buys one fine
gown and It will laßt her fifteen years. Do you
thing she is not just as nice beneath it?
These girls spare no expense on their best
gowns. They have real linen and real lace and
fine silk stockings if they choose to wear them,
and each girl has a gold helmet, which is worth
from S9O to S3OO.
It begins to rain.
This helmet is a thin and supple shell of gold
which snugly fits the head. Sometimes it is
scoop-shaped to let the back hair be coiled in a
knot, sometimes they plait their back hair tn two
long queues, which hang down before the ears
on each side of the face; but the gold helmet
must be always there, though it be only seen to
shimmer in the sunlight through the meshes of a
kind of night-cap, also fitting snugly, which may
be 6f linen or of lace, in which case it has ruffles.
Each girl has her gold helmet, even tho6e who
go to service up in Rotterdam, though when
they grow sophisticated, citified and shame-faced
they first put on city bonnets over their gold hel
mets and white nightcaps and then later on lock
up their caps and helmets in their bureaus and
take to smart pink cotton prints for gowns and
wear coquettish ruffles of gauzy tulle on their
heads, for all the world like London chamber
maids.
These helmets, horned on each side of the
forehead with long twisted prongs of gold and
dating back to when the Germanic tribes were
struggling with the Romans, are, together with
the bomb-shaped skirts, soon bound to disappear
and figure only, like the peasant costume of the
north of France, in charity bazaars on city girls
instead of country giris, who are abandoning
them for flimsy trash three years behind the cur
rent mode.
The air is sultry, like a gentle steaming in the
laboring noonday sun. Clouds rising above clouds
around the whole horizon meet at the zenith like
a dome. There is no end of peaceful hamlets,
pretty, tidy, busy.
We stop for the captain to make an afternoon
call. Small girls pass In procession bearing tu
lips. Where to? What for? Mystery. We
steam on. And there is nothing more.
The river widens and the windmills and the
sawmills give place to shipping. Then the squat
spires of a city full of little unartistic churches
show themselves, and we approach the seventh
commercial port of Europe.
The captain says It looks like rain.
From boozy Belgian Antwerp to Dutch Rotter
dam and its mild thoroughfares is all the dis
tance from the continental system to our Amer
ican respectability. The town Is Puritan. The
girls look at you with straight eyes, as Innocent
of coquetry as lambs; they are not like French
girls walking with their mammas, casting down
their eyes consciously. Would a French girl play
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Here they kiss all the afternoon, as innocent as
little billing birds. They kiss in the rain; and
it rains often.
In speaking of the handsome quays they call
the Boompjes (more like a park than any ordi
nary waterfront), the guidebook says that visitors
may enter and Inspect the vessels without ob
jection provided they do not get in the way of
the work in hand We did not enter and inspect,
but I can well believe we might have done so.
We did walk innocently into the garden of the
most aristocratic club of Rotterdam and mingled
freely with the smart set who were holding tulip
competition, where the heroine waß a blonde,
blue-eyed, fourteen-year-old girl who had grown
an apple green variety! We were only made
aware of our position when we drank curacao
and bitters offered by a waiter in blue broad
cloth and a yellow vest, who refused to take our
money, we not being club members.
Rotterdom is so airy, open, bright, so shady,
flowery and well watered that its citizens may
sing. Canals are everywhere, and the canals are
beautiful They give a park-like look to all the
streets, bordered by lawns, garnished by shrubs
and trees and tulips. And the citizens, from out
their kitchen windows or their parlor windows,
when they have company for dinner, hook up
fresh fish in profusion, which adds a labor-saving
element to their blithe freedom.
Should a list be made of continental cities
which have no great sights, no monuments, no
ruins, no collections—in a word, no treadmill
tourist round —the town of Rotterdam would take
a place of honor in it, although she has a mari
time museum, a picture gallery and a statue of
Erasmus.
In the market you can make a study of the
bodices and headgear of the peasants. Catching
the Dutch taste for still life you may muse on
symphonies of color In the produce. Here are the
fish stalls, where all the shades of white—silver
white, blue white, white shaded with bronze
green, white with metallic reflections—unite in a
clear scale of harmony. Here all the tints of
green are heaped together In the vegetables,
melodiously accompanied by the fragrance of the
flowers, which sing together with the fruits in
the most diverse color tones.
Though Rotterdam is a great port and an im
portant manufacturing center, my best impres
sions of the pleasant city are connected with a
i cafe chantant, a park, the markets and the resi
dential streets. The great manufactures are ship
building. tobacco factories, sugar refineries and
many great distilleries, especially of gins and
Dutch liqueurs. The more important articles of
commerce are coffee, sugar, tobacco, rice and
spices. It is the seventh port of Europe.
Again and again the vision of a well-known and
beloved city rises up before the writer's docile
Imagination and affects him to the point of tears
—the city of Philadelphia, Pa., which, I see, must
be a faithful moving picture today of what New
York was in 1750. It is the city of homes par
excellence, and It resembles Rotterdam, and Rot
terdam resembles it. The wearied tourist seek
ing for a snug retreat in which to raise a beard
will find Rotterdam a second Philadelphia.
And looking from the watch tower of St. Law
rence’s church, down on the tranquil panorama;
on the river and the suburbs; on the red brick
houses and the streets so straight and self-re
specting. where the children play jackstones on
the front doorsteps, and their big sisters play
bull In the ring and kiss the boys on the side
walk; to look down, I say, on the slow but yel
low trolleys whose faint jingle rises as from some
secure blameless and fruitful sheep field; to ad
mire the smoke of manufactories, and police wag
ons taking drunken factory hands to jail, he will
cry, "It is Philadelphia—Philadelphia, for the outr
side of the platter is so clean!”
dry with bath towel
ing till they shine.
The sloping stone
dikes are mopped ev
ery morning between
7 and 9 o'clock. Tiled
roofs of a soft red
rise like flowers amid
the foliage of the
trees; thatched roofs
of a dove tint go slop
ing down close to the
ground aB if they
would slip off the
cosy houses just as
the dove-colored
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After This He Went.
It was getting very late, and the
dear girl had smothered yawn after
yawn. Still Mr. Staylate showed no
signs of going home. Father wound
up the clock. Mother let the cat out,
and still he stayed and stayed.
“Won't you sing something, Miss
Minnie?” he suddenly asked.
“Why, Mr. Staylate.” she replied,
with another yawn, “don't you know
it is considered unlucky to sing be
fore breakfast?"
DOES YOtR HKAIJ ACHE?
Try Hicks' CAPUDINE. It's liquid plcss
ant to take —effects immediate—{rood to prevent
Sick Headaches and Nervous Headaches also
Vour money hack if not satisfied. 10c., 26c. and
50c. at medicine stores. Adr.
Signs.
Billy—Do you believe in signs?
Milly—Yes, indeed.
Billy—Well, last night I dreamed
you were madly in love with me.
What is that a sign of?
Milly—That's a sign you were
dreaming.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that It
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Caetoria
Imitating Her Elders.
Sister and brother, neither of whom
has reached the mathematic stage,
were playing the other day on the
lawn at their home in Twelfth street,
Bays the Indianapolis News. The
brother had great respect for his sis
ter's knowledge, for she went to
school. He looked forward to the day
when he should become a pupil and
grow wise.
“I think,” he said, “when June is
gone it will be cooler.”
Then suddenly;
“When will June be gone?”
The little sister attempted to an
swer, but, evidently fearing to lose her
brother’s admiration, she placed her
hand on his shoulder, and with a tone
of mild surprise she said;
“Why, David, you ought to know
that.”
Astonishing Coiffures.
Coiffures are to be high again, but
not so high as in the past. Formerly
doorways had to be heightened to ac
commodate the eighteenth century
woman of fashion. Marie Antoinette’s
hairdresser had to mount a stool in
order to get above his work. Women
of that time had to kneel in their
coaches to get their head covering in
side, or drive with their heads out
of the windows. Mme. de Genlls was
caught by her hair while hastening
to greet Voltaire at Ferny, but es
caped Absalom's fate, her hair re
maining on the bough. And the Duch
ess de Chartres had room on her hair
one evening for a miniature man-of
war in full sail, oil another for a rep
resentation of her little son, Louis
Philippe, sleeping in the lap of his
nurse.
If you want to really know a man
you must size him up when he thinks
no one is watching him.
When you meet a'man of few words
it's a safe bet he is married.
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They Thrive on Grape-Nuts.
Healthy babies don't cry and the
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Grape-Nuts is never a crying baby.
Many babies who cannot take any
other food relish the perfect food,
Grape-Nuts, and get well.
“My baby was given up by three
doctors who said that the condensed
milk on which I had fed her had
ruined the child's stomach. One ot
the doctors told me that the only j
thing to do would be to try Grape- i
Nuts, so I got some and prepared it as '
follows: I soaked 1)4 tablespoonfuls ,
in one pint of cold water for half
hour, then I strained off the liquid and !
mixed 12 teaspoonfuls of this strained
Grape-Nuts juice with six teaspoonfuls
of rich milk, put in a pinch of salt and
a little sugar, warmed it and gave it
to baby every two hours.
“In this simple, easy way I saved ;
baby’s life and have built her up to a
strong, healthy child, rosy and laugh
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as this. I can truthfully say I think
it is the best food in, the world to
raise delicate babies on and is also a
delicious healthful food for grown-ups
as we have discovered In our family.”
Grape-Nuts is equally valuable to the
strong, healthy man or woman. It
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“There’s a reason,” and It is explained
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Ever read the above letter f A new
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For poisoned wounds use Hanford’s
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A theory is anything that is easier
to preach than to practice.
Keep Hanford’s Balsam iff your
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The belles of the Pahouins, a West
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dye it yellow.
To remove soreness use Hanford's
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People who were born on Friday
always have something on which to
blame their failures.
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Proper Kind.
“What kind of a pet dog has that
aviator?”
"A Skye terrier, of course.”
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and all Malarious Indications removed
by Elixir Babrk. that well known rem
edy for all such diseases.
“I have taken up the three bottles of
your 'Elixir llnhek,’ and have not felt
so well and entirely free from pain in
limbs for five years."—Mrs. E. Higgins,
Jacksonville. Fla.
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Sarcastic.
“Does your landlady allow you to
smoke?”
“No; only the stove does that.”
For Galled Horses.
When your horse is galled, apply
Hanford’s Balsam of Myrrh and you
can keep on working. Try it and if
your horse is not cured quicker than
by any other remedy, the dealer will
refund your money. Adv.
Recipe for Making Jokes.
There is nothing any easier than
writing jokes. Simply jot down your
ideas for the jokes, say two or three
hundred, on a slip of paper; then seat
yourself before a typewriter. Feed
blank paper into the typewriter and
inject the ideas through your finger
tips into the keys. Continue to do
this until all of the ideas on the slip
are exhausted, then gather up the
jokes, which have piled themselves
Into a heap on the opposite side of the
typewriter, send them to editors and
receive your checks. A couple of
hours a day spent in this manner
should bring you in revenue enough
to support a wife and nine children,
run a six-cylinder touring car and buy
bonbons for a soul-mate. Try it.
Many a man loves his wife too
much—to tell her everything.
Many a romance has its happiest
ending in divorce.
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