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EVERY DAY WORK.
Omt deeds i
' trumpeted, food bells i
And men turn round to see:
He Ugh peaks echo to the paeans sang
O’er some great victory.
And yet great deeds are tew. The mightiest
Find opportunities bat now and then.
Shall one sit idle through long da js of peace,
Waiting for walls to scale?
Or lie in port until some Golden Fleece
Lures him to face the gale?
There’s work enough, why idly, then, delay?
His work counts most who labors every day.
Saint-Cyr looked at her wonderingly.
What fair flower of franco was this
blooming in the new world 1 She had
father’s straight and rather cold
features, but her mother’s “dark, vivid,
and eloquent eyes.” She had her father’s
stately presence and her mother’s beauti
ful hands and graceful bearing. Her
I.M
A torrent swsepe down the mountain** brow
With foam aad flash and roar,
Anon its strength is spent, where is it now?
Its one short day is o'er.
But the clear stream that through the
All the long summer on its mission goes.
Better the steady Cow; the torrent’s dash
Boon leaves its rent track dry.
Thell^ht we love it not the lightning flash
From out a midnight sky.
But the sweet sunshine, whose unfailing ray
From its calm throne of blue, lights every
day.
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed,
Whose dee Is, both great and small.
Are close-knit strands of an unbroken thread.
Where love ennobles all.
The world may sound no trumpets, ring no
bells;
Tbs Book of Life the shining record tells.
—The Critic.
The Bose of Jerusalem.
A cold, catting wind from the north
blew across the barren, naked cliffs of
the Devil’s river, and the barrener, barer
plains that stretched away os far as the
Narcissa put out her hand and ex
claimed:
'Monsieur, is it posriblef It faux only
knew bow delighted we are. We have
. ever-since we knew
that you were to cut the Great canal for
smile was exquisite, her voice rich and
sweet, her glance dinxt and brilliant, yet
modest.
Saint-Cvr was charmed. He drew a
gentle sigh of regret for his long past
youth. Did he know how the young girl
opposite him regarded him! How could
he know her thoughts of his liou-like
head with its crown of thick, silky white
hair; his. black eyes,, the fire of which
no age would ever dim; his majestic
erect figure; his air noble, at once im
perial and winning?
What a pleasant dinner it was. The
an test hour he had ever spent, an<
so afterward. The scent of oranges was
in the air, and in the cool shade of the
colonnades Narcissi’s favorite flowers
spread their silken leaves and shed odors
of jasmine and roses.
Then in the later evening, when the
■tan were out and the
“ Crescent moon, a silver boat,
Hung dim behind the trees.”
the music from the military band
icra mellowed by the
j arid deserts was of a dazzling hue,
and the waters of the river were as clear
as crystal. There is an Indian story
concerning the limpid clearness of this
stream.
The traveler approaching and seeing
the pebbly bottom at a depth of—as he
.things—two or three feet, boldly plunges
•in and goes down to be seen no more.
'Hence its prettier, though more sug
gestive, Indian name, “The Waters of
Deception.”
Upon these arid, wind-swept prairies
and cliffs cne sees, here and there, balls
.of what seem to be dried grasses, prob
ably rolled up together by the racing
northers. These balls lodge in the
cracks and crevices of the cliffs, and be
come more dead and dry as the winter
season advances.
The younger of the two men, who ap
peared to be crossing the plains, drew
rein and called his companion’s attention
Plaza coming to them
distance, they sat and spoke of France.
“I have longed to goto France,” said
Narcissa, to Saint-Cyr. “But papa says
he will never return to this country; and
no wonder, since Lorraine is no longer a
French province; but,” dropping her
voice for his ear alone, “an old Mexican
woman, a fortune-teller, says I shall live
in France some day. Tell me of
France.”
“My child,” said De Chalusse, “things
are sadly changed since '72. Look at
Lorraine.”
Papa,” she said gravely, “you should
old. , Madame de Chalussi ad
mired him with all her heart. A little smile
flickered about her lips. She rose aad
went to the door and called Narcissa.
The young lady came in with a saucer
carefully neld in her hands. . .
‘Well, maman!”
The Comte de Saint-Cyr wishes to
speak to you, my daughter.” Then to
8aint-Cyr, in a lower tone: “Pardon me.
monsieur, but I am not a Frenchwoman.”
and then she went away ani closed the
door after her.
Narcissa advanced slowly to a table,
and set thereupon the saucer, A dry
ball of faded-green, withered grass was
it,* floating upon the surface of the
water. *
Saint-Cyr watched it curiously. The
ant, apparently dead, slowly revived,
opened by degrees, and as the revivify
ing waterpermeated its roots it expanded
more and more, its color became fresh'
and moist, and finally it lay upon the
saucer a lovely flower—a green rose. „
“What is it?” asked Saint-Cyr.
‘Monsieur, it is the rose of Jerusalem,
the emblem of life—the ever-living. And
as the water applied to it restores it to
freshness and beauty, so does love im-
life—fresh life and youth— to the
* age. Love never grows old.”
She looked at him, and then looked
down, ashamed of her audacity.
Saint-Cyr started, and then drew her
gently to him, kissing her downcast
Corean Lsnndrr Women.
There are t^wo stout sticks used by
Corean washerwomen to beat clothes.
Washing is an important industry in
Corea, where it takes many yards of cot
ton to make a suit of clothes for a man.
The washing is done as in Japan, in France
and other' countries, by women who wade
into the water of rivers or creeks up to
their knees. After drenching the articles
tot
where the same
sticks. In Japan,
3scs are followed by
sticks or clubs, it is
said,are sometimes used by the women to
assist them in asserting their supremacy
part life T
heart of a
Old-Fashioned Beds.
Two hundred years and more
beds in England were bags filled with
straw or leaves, but not upholstered
squared with modern neatness. The bag
could be opened^ and the lifter remade
daily. There were few bedrooms *
face.
“My love, I read your parable.”
And so the world knows how the
greatest man of his day when
afternoon of life won fdr a wife ia young
and beautiful woman who loves him de
votedly.—Claudia M. Girardeau.
Vaccinating at the Muzzle of a Gan.
A Maine doctor, who weighs 200
pounds, and. was stationed as an inspec
tor in the woods, near the border, recent
ly told me in an interesting way some of
the adventures—and adventures they
were, indeed—which he had during his
official stay in the wilderness during the
late smallpox scare.
“I was sent,” said ho, “to Lowell 1
township, through which the Canadian
iglo-Saxon house
had a chamber ot shed built against the
wall that 4nclosed the mansion and its
dependencies; their daughters had the
same, Young i men and guests slept in
the great hall, which was the only notice
able room in the house, on tables oi
beaches. Woolen coverlids were pro
▼ided for warmth; poles or hooks on
which they could hang their clothes pro
jected from the wall; perches were pro
vided for their hawks. Attendants and
servants slept on the floor.
not complain. Before ’72 you had lost
;le of Waterloo; now, you have.
•was driving before it.
“What do you suppose they are?”
asked the elder man.
“Bunches of grass, or the withered re
mains of birds’ nests.”
“Birds’ nests, with not a solitary tree
exajpt yon scraggy mesquite in sight?”
■aid the other, racing his mustang after
a ball flying by and catching it deftly as
he leaned from his saddle. He returned
to his companion and threw it to him.
“It is the Sempervirens, the ‘Rose of
‘Resurrcctio
the battle
won it”
‘That is a consolation that never
occurred to me,” said her father, amused;
“but just at present I happen to be au
American.”
“I shall be the happiest w;oman in the
world,” said Narcissa, “when I can go to
France, look about me and say: ‘So this
is my country; here my father’s family
for centuries past lived and died, loyal
subjects to the soil!”
“‘Subjects of the soil?”’ repeated
Saint-Cyr. “After all, Edmondc, the
feelings of the highest class and of the
lowest, even the ndscripti glcboe, find
the same expression. It is the love of
country that is the great want of the mid
dle classes.”
The conversation drifted to the dis
cussion of the great social problem. The
engineer had his own views of the sub-
Jerusalem,* the 4
Resurrection Plant’
“A plant? This dry,- dead bunch of
withered grass and sticks?”
“Keepit until you get home—keep it
three months if you like, then put it
into a saucer of water and see what hap
pens.”
“I will send it to Narcissa,” said the
- ng man, putting it with several others
f curious plants already.”
The Comte dc Saint-Cyr, the fore
most engineer of the day, the prion
mover in tho gigantic schctae of con
necting tho Atlantic and Pacific by a ca
nal through the Tehuantepec Isthmus,
was visiting 3Ionsieur de Chalusse, an
old friend of his, in a small town in
Southwestern Texas. Of a wealth yand
ancient Lorraine family, the self-exiled
Comte de Chalusse had come to Texas
during the epidemic of emigration that
•wept over Germany and France, when
all the ill-starred Society of Mayence sent
over enthusiastic Germans by the ship
load. A friend of Salm-Salm, Chalusse
had Yisited the Sophienburg near Nas
sau, and shared with the Prince the
vision of a future empire neon the banks
Of the Llano and the Rio Grande. When
the Society of Mayence failed, and Salm-
1 to his Rhine castle, leav-
Jipuu. me uciiicai rumuuu
9 at Lake Megantic, twenty-
away. I built a log cabin
ucted a gate across the road.
Pacific railroad will pass. My station
was near Gordon’s camp, where about
eighty men employed on that railroad
encamped. The nearest railroad
station was
eight miles
and constructed a gate
went through that gate without
being vaccinated. I had to deal with a
w class of men,and had some sc
that would read like a dime novel,
two assistants, a rifle, a revolver, a New
foundland dog, and a suit of clothes with
brass buttons, which I procured after I’d
been there a while, helped me out. You
see, nobody lived near, and I had
moral support. I had to rely wholly
my display of physical force.
“Soon after we were established .
went down to Gordon’s camp, and in <
day vaccinated every man of the eighty-
five employed there. They rebelled
against it, but we made no talk with them,
going through them like a flock of sheep.
'arcissa sat beside her father and listen
ed, as Dcsdemona sat beside Brabantio
and listened to the Moor.
Saint-Cyr thought of the fair Venetian,
and wondered if she were fairer than his
country-woman.
The next morning .lie rose before the
sun, and stepped upon the stone balcony
adjoining his room. A figure in‘white
moving among the flowers-in the court
yard caught nis- eye. It was Narcissa
with a watering-pot in her hand. She
looked very lovely in her cool garments
of some thin white stuff, her favorite
flower—poor Josephine’s “Souvenir de
Malmaison”—in the loop3 of her heavy
dark hair. She looked up presently and
caught sight of him, smiled, and with a
“bonjour, monsieur,” invil
scend. She showed him her collection
of rare plants and flowers, and when he
paused before the gem of all, she offered
him the single bloom it bore, and bent to
cut it off.
“Many thanks, mademoiselle, but I
believe I would rather not have that
Several days afterward word came to me
that a crew was coming from the camp
to tear down my cabin and send me home.
Some of the meu’s arms had swollen and
become exceedingly sore. I went down
to the camp at ones and found a mutiny
Many of the men were sick
angry. . Several of them were laid
Balm returned
ing the Sophienberg to the owls and
bats, Monsieur de Chalusse returned to
San Antonio, and late in life married a
beautiful American from one of the
Southern States. When he heard that the
great engineer had come to America, and
was seriously undertaking the task of
cutting thejjrcat canal, Chalusse wrote
to him, urging him to come to San -An
tonio for old triendship's sake.
Saint-Cyr responded as cordially to the
cordial letter of invitation, and curious to
seo his old friend, followed his letter as
soon as practicable.
Tho meeting was affecting. The
Comte de Chalusse poured out a torrent
of questions concerning his country, his
old home. _ Saint-Cyr recounted his
She paused and turned her splendid
eyes upon him, disappointed.
“Why, monsieur, it is the rarest flower
I have.”
“Pardon, mademoiselle: the choicest
one you have you have not offered me.’
She look seriously at him.
“Is it possible? Where is it? Show it
to me, monsieur.”
“And if I do ”
“It is yours if you want it.”
He put out his hand and touched the
triumphs, his sorrows, his joys. It was
the meeting of brothers. A neat serv
ing-woman” brought in refreshments
They di<‘
. did not see her.
After .two or three hours of uninter-
t once, Madame da Chalusse, still
beautiful, though no longer very young,
■ appeared.
“Messieurs, I am sorry to disturb, but
dinner' has been waiting for half an
hoar;” then, seeing the untouched re
freshments, “Edmonde, I wonder at
your thoughtlessness—Monsieur de Saint-
Cyr most be faint.” •
Chalusse looked from the waiter to his
wife in comical dismay, but Saint-Cyr
‘Is the souvenir your favorite rose
also, monsieur? It is mine, os you see;
but you are no botanist. It is by no
means the choicest flower L have. Will
have this?—or this?” indicating the
buds on the bush.
“It is the rose in your hair, mademoi
selle, that I ask for.”
She unpinned it and loosened her hair
at the same time; it fell upon her shoul
ders in thick curls.
“Oh, how awkward lam!” she ex-
a’t de-
, I have thought of nothix
but the pleasure of seeing an old friei
tor the first time in thirty years.”
made me do, monsieur. You
serve the rose.” ” ,
“But you promised it to
“And a Chalusse should keep her
word.” »
She pinned the flower upon his coat.
She w as a goodly height; he did not
dwarf her at all, although he towered
above most men.
* “Brunehilde,” he murmured.
“Ami so tall!” she asked. - “There
I have decorated you, monsieur; you are
now aknight of the rose; it should be
fleur-de-lys instead.”
And she went off, holding back the
flood of hair that hung from her shoul
ders far below the waist. He followed
her with his eyes, thinking deeply.
A week passed, a delightful week to
the Chalusses, but more particularly to
■ their guest.
One day alittle package and a letter,
! postmarked “Presiaio del Norte,” came
by his ill-f
him the most fortunate of men. He
hasn't deserved such happiness.”
Mis admiring glance pointed Ids re
mark. The lady made some gay reply,
and the three went in to dinner.
The table was set in the
the house, which* was built in
pleasant Mexican fashion,
that grew in the open space
impromptu sallc-a-manger, and flowers in
pots of Mexican earthenwaie, bloomed
upon the surrounding verandas and bal
conies.
“Where is Narcissa?*’ asked Monsieur
de Chalusse, as they took their seats.
As he spoke, a ‘young lady entered
upon the upper piazza and presently en
tered the courtyard a little out of breath.
She was about nineteen or twenty yew
of age, and fitly clad in summer white.
“My daughter, this is the old friend of
oar father, the Comte de 8aint-<
i have so often heard.
In Bloomer Costume.
There is at least one woman in Maine
who wears the “bloomer” costume, _ says
an Augusta, (Me.) letter. She lives in the
neighboring city of Hallowell, and her
name is Emmeline Prescott. Sbe is a
tall, spare maiden, about fifty years of
age, of modest appearance, and courte
ous in her speech. Her occupation is
the nature of their trouble to them, and
told them if they would keep calm I
-would relieve them of their pain. With
the help of morphine I was able to pre
vent the rumpus. I tell you it was an
excited crowd. They were afraid that
all of them would be taken down.
‘A burly Scotchman swore he would
9 my station without being vaccinated,
day. He was one of a dozen desper
ate fellows. I had a pitched battle with
him at last, and actually vaccinated him
with my foot on his windpipe! Mean
while, my assistant kept off the others
with his gun. Wc stuck the quill into
every one of them.
. ‘‘Often the Canadians tried to _
by stealing around through the
One man in making such an attempt was
lost in the night. We heard his cries and
started in search of him. With the help
of our New Foundland, we were able to
rescue him, hut we did not arrive at
cabin till 4 o’clock in the morning, and
the fellow was nearly dead with cold
and fatigue. He would have perished
but for the doctors and the aog.
more scared man than he was when
came upon him you never saw.
“They adopted a curious way to sneak
by the Moose River inspector one day.
Four men concealed themselves in a load
noticed.
of hay and passed without being noticed.
They crawled out too soon. . At the
Forks they were Btoppcd and sent back
to be vaccinated.
was surprised to see the prejudice
these fellows had against vaccination. It
existed among the Scotch and English
as well as among the French.—Lewis*-'
(Me.) Journal.
Child Prisoners at the Desk.
The terrors of the schools in the olden
time are set forth in this article from the
Atlantic: It is said of St. Anselm that he
was both studious and docile, and his
teacher, fully recognizing his precocious
talents, determined to force them to the
utmost. In order that so active a mind
should not for a moment be permitted to
relax its tensions, he kept the little
scholar a ceaseless prisoner at his desk.
Rest and recreation were alike denied
him, while the utmost rigors of *a disci
pline of which we can form no adequate
conception wrung from the child’s over-
to Narcissa. She opened the letter first,
then cried oat:
•From Victor, maman ;he is on the Rio,
Grande.”
‘What does he tend yon!”
That is* secret,” said Narcissa,blush
ing slightly, and going out of the room.
“Victor Bembert. is my nephew,” ex
claimed Madame dc Chalusse to Saint-
Cyr; “he is traveling in Western
Texas.”
“And Mademoiselle—Narcissa —”
The lady was sharp-witted, if a trifle
near-sighted, and replied, readily:
“Narcissa and her cousin are brother
and sister, monsieur. I do not approve
marriages between cousins.”
Saint-Cyr and Madame de Chalusse
were alone, so he took courage.
“Madame,” he said, cirnestly, “what
I am going to &ir may sound absurd.
The difference in age is very great, but
your daughter is very beautiful. Is it
worked brain an unflinching attention to
his tasks.
As a result of this cruel folly.“the
brightest star of the eleventh century
had been well-nigh quenched in its ris
ing.” Mind and body alike yielded be
neath the strain: and Anselm, a broken-
down little wreck, was returned to his
mother’s hands, to be Slowly nursed back
to hea'th and reason. •
“Ah, me! I havo lost my child
sighed Ermenberg, when she found that
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not all that he had suffered could shake
the boy’s determination to return; and the
mother of Guibert de Mogent must have
echoed the sentiment when her little son,
his back purple with stripes, looked her
in the face and answered steadily to her
lamentations:
‘If I die of my whippings, I still mean
to be whipped.**
Cheapest Place in the World.
The cheapest of all civilized or half-
civilized countries of tho present world is
probably the Persian part of Armenia.
The traveler Vamberg states that in the
mountain districts of that frugal terri
tory half a florin (about twenty-five
cents) would be considered fair monthly
wages for a hard-working man, and that
the miethgeld, or hand-money, paid to
the parent! of a shepherd boy varies from
Yet
twenty years absurd for me to nay that I love her, and sixty to seventy-five cents a year.
would give the world to marry her? Do I even at those modest rates few appli-
vou think she cocld love me? Look at I cants can obtain employment, and tht
me—lam past sixty!” highways swarm with begging young
He walked up and down the room. | sters, ready to follow a brdsd-giver^tr
He would be s
when he should be a I the end of tl
WOMAN'S WORLD.
’thing about sewing, And hive little,diffi
culty in hemming and stitching,' l»ut
when it comes to fitting, trimming, . ehd
finishing .dresses'where teal taste ^
finds a rocky
a peculiar way of finishing a dress, a*,
each tailor has of making a coat.”
“What can a dressmaker earn after she
has learned the tradoi”
“It depends upon her skill and ability.
If she is smart she can get $2.50 a day.
otherwise she may not get more that
$1.50. That is after she has taken les
sons for one season. Foreladies, whe
superintend the work, receive an average
of $25 a week. They arc women of long
experience in the trade. So far as dress
making at home is concerned, the paper
patterns manufactured by a number of
houses in this city have greatly simplified
matters. You see that chart on t'ae
wall?”
“Yes,” he replied, “but I don’t under
stand it.”
“I don’t expect you to,” said the lady,
“but any woman, with the aid of that
diagram and paper patterns, can be her
own dressmake % although she m»y never
have taken a le-son In hir life. Of
course, anybody who intends to make
dressmaking a business, must have the
aid of an experienced teacher. As with
many other traces, apprentices get no
pay while they are learning.”
“Is your business one that men ever
take up?”
• “Oh, yes, there are male dressmakers
in fViia oit.fft** '
DANGERS OF LIGHTNING
Result of the Vast Volumes of Smoke
and Vapors Thrown Out Into the
Atmosphere.
The researches of Professor von Pet-
zold, Karsten Weber, and others have
proved that the number of damaging
strokes of lightning has considerably in
creased during the last fifty years, and,
this increase cannot be explained by the
theory that, owing to the growing "num
ber of houses, factories, etc., the number
of lightning strokes increased proportion
ately; totht
money
this city!’’
“Do they make
women?”
“From $3 to $0 a week more. Men are
better than woman at making waists,
which are in some particulars like th«
coat you wear, but I never sa- ~ v *
could drape a skirt properly.”
Fashion Notes.
Canvas cloth has fronts of woolen lace
to correspond.
White woolen material has stripes of
coloiel plush.
Buttons are growing with the othex
peddling knick-knacks, which she car
ries with her in a black leathern bag.
She has been on the road a quarter of a
century, and has traveled ’ thousands of
miles on foot. Although her figure is fa
miliar to everybody in these parts, still it
always attracts attention on account of
her rig, which she has
twenty, years. It is made of drab-colored
woolen stuff, and consists of a short,
loose sack; a plain, full skirt that
reaches to the knee, and tight-fitting
pants that come down to the ankle. Her
wears it, she
omfert, but because she believes that if
every woman discarded petticoats and
draggling dresses, and put on suits like
*aers, it would be better for their health.
Her hair is cut short like a man’s, and is
parted on one side. . The only thing
about her to distinguish her sex is her
head oovering in summer, which is gen
erally a plain sailor hat of straw. In
winter she sports a fur cap, tied down
with a red worsted comforter, which is
entwined around her neck, with the ends
hanging down her back. E\ery house
keeper knows Emmeline, and generally
buys some little trinket of her. Rumor
has it that she was oucc disappointed in
love. She is a strong Adventist.
‘ - “Mary.”
The Chicago AVica has this little essay
l the name of Mary, showing the re
markable associations connected with it
More women have been named Mary
than any'other name which has blest ~
cursed the feminine sex. It stands
the typical name of the holiest and most
abject of women—for the virgin and the
wanton. And in every language of Asia
and Europe, as well as that of Egypt,
extremes of fashion.
Blue and brown is a favorite combina
tion for street costumes.
Camels’ hair serge with plush stripes is
shown in all the leading colors.
A wide sash of watered ribbon makes
the finish of a stylish lace costume.-
New trimmings for costumes have a
combination of beads, braid and che
nille.
Fine seersucker, in pale blue, pink
contrary, this number ought
to decrease, as every*building,even when
uot protected by a lightning-rod, effects
an equilibrium of the opposito electric po
tentials, and, therefore, tho number of
lightning strokes ought relatively to de
crease with the growing number of
buildings. This, indeed, is proved by
the fact that in the space of ono year
among 100,000 buildings there
occurred but thirteen cases of
lightning strokes in cities,
against twenty-three strokes on
buildings in the country. We, therefore,
have to take this natural phenomenon
from another point of view, and to con-
strokes to the number of buildings in a
certain district. This ratio, called by
the German naturalists blitzgefahr
(danger from lightning), increased in
COLD LOCKS* SEASON&
“It is Winter on grandpa’s head,”
The littiegirl, Gold Locks, said.
As, perched like a bird oa the round oC his
chair.
She brushed and patted his soft white hair.
Then, tired at last, she crept
Into his arms and slept;
And her cheeks grew rel as a rose, so warm
Was the nest of his close enfolding arm.
Before shs scarcely woke,
Or opened her eyes, she spoke:
"I fed your heart beat grandpa, dear,
And it’s just as hot a
Ah, loving thought. We smiloi
At as wisaom of the child.
For though snows do lie on his dear hair.
His heart has only Summer there.
—Clara Doty /Jutes.
PITH AND POINT.
is embroidered with edelweiss in
ing newer.
Mikado parasols have the points turned
upward and are mads of striped
this name appears almost without
tion. It has been au equal favorite with
the aristocrats of France and the Puri
tans of New England, and it equally be
comes literature or kitchen. It is stately
when we speak of Mary Wortley Mon
tague. it is simplicity itself when we re
fer to Mary O’Brien, who brings in our
breakfast rolls. At one time it may
bring up a picture of a divine painted
face, hanging in the rich gloom of an
Italian gallery, and at another of a red
cheeked dairymaid, with her bored feet
the daisied grass. Two of England’s
five queens have borne it, and the most
memorable woman that Scotland ever
produced has made it immortal.
The proudest women of France have
dignified, it; and the worst women of
Russia have disgraced it. There are as
broidered silk.
Cheviots with fine line checks in mode
colors are made up in walking suits w.th
jacket to correspond.
Soft beiges have figured borders of
contrasting or harmonizing tints. They
are also plain and with bourette stripes.
Persian silk with overshot threads
that give a crinkled effect are shown in
all dark and evening colors. Some have
stripes of different colors.
White handkerchiefs are bordered
with hand-embroidcrei daisies in blue,
white or red. Handkerchiefs for mourn
ing have the daisies in black.
Lace costumes which were so populai
last season are to be worn very generally
this summer, aftd some French mode is
are particularly attractive and pretty.
“Stylish and ugly” are the terms
which np longer apply to the dressing of
the young lady of the period. This sea
son’s fashions are both graceful and ele
gant.
English styles in outer garments corn-
rise some large checks in cheviots.
'hese jackets are made as simply us pos
sible, fastened with large bronze or ivory
buttons.
Nuns’ veiling
crinkled stri]
the kingdom of Bavana from 1844 to
1882 threefold (according to records of
insurance companies even fivefold), and
other countries show the same increase.
As in nature each phenomenon must have
its cause, the question arises : To what
cause is due the above-mentioned facta?
And this question not only is of scien
tific interest, but also of great practical
importance. A great many theories 1 a re
already been advanced to explain inis
phenomenon; among others, that, owing
to the decrease of the woodland, houses
are more and more made the projecting
points c-f a certain area, and, therefore,
attract the lightning; beside, this de
crease effects a greater rise of tempera
ture in summer, and, in consequence,
more numerous thunder-storms. Others
find the cause of it in the large increase
of such constructions as gas and
•water works, weather-cocks, etc.
But this theory does not explain
why, especially, country houses, which
commonly lack these kind of construc
tions, are mostly exposed to d inger, by
lightning. Admitting that these causes
may to some extent explain the increase
of danger from lightning, they are not
sufficient to fully show the surprising in
crease of strokes during so short a period.
There must be a more general and funda
mental cause. Through what can the
electrical intensity during a thunder
storm be so strongly increased that a
larger number of lightning strokes pass
over to the earth than was the case here
tofore? It is not so much the increasing
number of thunder-storms as their greater
force which produces the increased
danger.
As the main cause we now point out
the enormous increase during the last fifty
years of factories, railroads, steamboats—
short, of all constructions filling the
Photographers take the world just as
it comes.—diflings.
The ice cream s'gu is the harbinger of
spring.—Philadclpn ia Call.
A bad cold makes some men very
proud. It swells their heads.—Philadel
phia Herald.
The gold beater is ouc of the few men
who works the hardest when he. strikes
the most.—Philadelphia Herald.
A stuttering man ought to be always
cool-headed and wise. He is compelled
to think twice before he can speak once;
—Chicago Ledger.
A new novel is called “A Bachelor’s
Paradise.” A bachelor’s paradise? Well,
that must be a place where buttons grow'
on shirts.—New York Journal.
Matthew Arnold is coming back to
this country. He thinks he remembers
one place where he let a dollar or two
get away from him the last time.---Chi
cago News.
A new bonnet is called “The Cottage.”
We have sat behind one, and we can af
firm that the name is a misnomer. It
should be called “Four Stories and At
tic. ”—Statesman.
Before cutting a man’s head off in
China, the authorities considerately make
him drunk. In this country they consid
erately make him drunk before putting a
head on him.—lifting*.
It has come to be that when a New
York functionary is late at dinucr his
wife says to one of the children: “Run
downtown and find out the number of
your father’s cell.”—Boston Transcript.
The question of female suffrage in the
Territories has been greatly strengthened
by the statement of a delegate from Wy
oming that his mother-in-law had voted
for him repeatedly. —New York Commcr-
many Marys smiling at the circling suns
* ‘ ‘ v brief summer by the
that make the
northern sea as loll through the luxurious
days by the Mediterranean. The name
that Catholic missionaries gave to the
first converted Indian maiden was Mary,
and perhaps the first daughter of every
family for all time will stand in immi
nent danger of bearing the name, for it
is the first to be considered in naming
girl babies, and when rejected is always
thought of with lingering tenderness.
How many lovers have loved it! How
they have associated it with purity and
gentleness, with womanliness and candor
and trust! What a fateful name it is! Its
bearer seems predestined to sorrow, yet
it is gladsome, too. “My mother’s name
was Mary.” What a p'e want thing to
suggestions!- “Mary, my wife.” What
picture of home comfort!
Fa cts about Dressmakers.
A.number of quiet, neat-looking girls
were busy sewing upon some new goods
ait a fashionable
the New York
a reporter called.
S p-towa modiste’s, says
ail and Express, when
I. The head of the es-
^ the es
tablishment was dressed in black with
the utmost simplicity, when contrasted
'strikingly with the brilliant dresses scat
tered around her.
“I have come,” said the-reporter, “to
know something of the manner in which
women learn the dressmaking trade. Are
there any schools where the business is
ticle3 of dust of every description,
wc consider that every day thousands of
locomotives, thousands of steamers go
around the earth, that thousands of
factories of all kinds daily emit enor
mous quantities of smoke, vapor,
and dust into the air, that, especially in
cities, the large number of houses pro
duce immense quantities of smoke and
dust, the assertion will not seem incred
ible, that there is certainly a hundred
times the smoke, dust and gases absorbed
the atmosphere that was fifty years
^ . Already with the naked eye the
impure state of the atmosphere may be
noticed. Go through the coal districts
of Manchester, England, through those
of Pennsylvania, through the cities of
Essen, Germany, and Pittsburg, Penn.,
and you will notice a layer of vapor con-
finer than tnose. of
The plain sorts
last season.
Beaded grenadine forms a part of al
most all the dress wraps of the season to
come. These are not only beaded with
jets, but with bronze, plomb and cash-
ere beads.
Lace gloves in all the palo evening
tints are among the new fancies. The
edges are bordered with beads or flounces,
and in black the effect is striking when
worn over a white hand and arm.
A new style of plastron is made of
plaited jetted net.^ It ends in a point at
the .wajst,, fastened with loops of black
satin ribbop. '■ ; It is y edged'with arrow
head beads and is finished with' a turn
down Byron collar of jetted net.
Moire silk enters largely into the man
ufacture of many elegant costumes, and
not alone those of black. For moss
green, medium blues, light browns and
greys are found in the richest moires,and
these form the trimming or whole under
draws of woolen costumes in shades cor
responding.
A Washington Crank.
A Washington letter to the Picayune
says: One of the particular cranks in
vading the Senate lobby is a man from
Chicago who wants to revolutionize the
whole system of spelling and of learning
letters.. He proposes to teach children
to pronounce the consonant letters of
the alphabet as they sound in the words
—that is, he would call w, “we;” s,
“se;”h, “he;” f, “fe,” and so on, and
would, for example, spell “we,” “e/
‘ke,” “week.”
wants Congress to
itr*
“I never heard of any. When anyone
desires to learn the business she goes to
a dressmaker and enters herself like an
of $1,000 a week to give his project a
fair trial. I went over to Senator
Palmer’s the other evening, and this man
was there putting the Senator through a
course of his new and improved a, b, c’s.
How eagerly the man talked; how hur
ried he was to say 'all possible in the*
little time allowed him; how piteously
he entreated the attention of the ladies;
how he hung bn to the Senator! It was
the old story of the claimant. Oh.
can have no notion of the good and
leeches that come here hoping to bleed
the government, to make money from
Congress and grow fat on Congressmen.
‘Most women who lea: n dressmaking
expect to work at it for a living, I sup
pose!”
The modiste smiled as she answered:
“It is such a bother to learn it that I
don’t think anyone would go into it for
fun. Occasionally, it is true, ladies learn
in order to understand better the fitting
of their own dresses, but, as a rule,
dressmakers’ apprentices expect* to gain
a livelihood by their trade.”
“How long does it take them to
learn f’
“Well, that depends on the student.
Generally * girl should master the trade
in one season. A good dressmaker
should have a quick eye for form and
color.) She should be something of an
artist is addition to having mere me
chanical skill. Host women know some-
The Summer Programme.
The time is at hand
When all in the land
Reflect oa a summer vacation:
When snow won’t abide,
They hunt up a guide'
For seaside resort information.
Clorinda has now,
To circle her brow,
A charmingly clever n
With feathers and birds upon it.
Through August. July and September;
And flirt wifi she then,
With a score of young men,
Not one of whose names i
reip ember!
rMit*
stantly hovering over them; the
filled with foul gases, and every object is
more or less covered with the settling
particles of dust.
These conditions being established, we
have to consider their relations to the
violence of thunder-storms. To give
the reader a better conception of this re
lation we will briefly discuss the theory
of a thunder-storm and the origin of
electricity thereby developed. Friction
is now generally accepted to be the cause
of the electricity in a thunder-storm.
Friction between air and particles of ice
(according to Luvine), or between air
and molecules of water (according to
Andries), is the main cause of that elec
tricity. When beside these factors par
ticles of drist are filling' the atmosphere
the development of electricity is' highly
ncreased. * It is the ejection of steam
and ashes common to the phenomenon
which causes the thunder-storms attend
ing to it assume an exceedingly violent
character.
That the pyramid of Cheops is ren
dered electrical by the whirling dust of
the desert may here also be mentioned.
It is nothing but the friction of the
grains of sand on the surface of the pyra
mid that causes electricity to originate.
The author of this essay claims that
the rapid, enormous, and lasting devel
opment of electricity during thunder
storms cannot be otherwise explained
than by a purely mechanical cause, analo
gous to the mechanical force ef the hydro
electrical machine. Now, as our atmos-
S here contains so much more dust than
i former years, the fact must be ox great
influence regarding the intensity of elec
trical phenomena during thunderstorms;
*— the same reasoning arc explained vol-
from
canic eruptions. That this increased
force of thunder storms must irianifest it
self in the greater violence and a more
dangerous character of lightning stokes
will be evident to the reader. But there
is another cause to be mentioned,
an established fat t that air containing
solidbarticles has a conducting,power ii
regard to electric current! far superior to
that of pure air. In our day, therefore.
tuai. ui pure air. in uur
where these molecules of dust and solid
particles fill the atmosphere to & greater
extent, the latter has b'.-come a better
conductor, and favors a direction of the
lightning strokes toward the more im
pure layers in the vicinity of the earth,
and, therefore, the earth itself.— Chicago
Times.
The Jocular Judge and the Lawyer.
While Judge Walton was at work
his chamber at Portland one day a rich
and very dignified lawyer, who may be
called Lightweight, came in. The judge
“Brother Lightweight, why don't you
get married?”
“Because I can’t afford it. How much
do you suppose it costs me to live now?”
The judge said he couldn’t guess.
“Well, it costs me $8,000 a year just
for my own living.”
When should a young woman marry?”
asks a writer. Al ter a careful considera
tion of this subject we have come to tho
conclusion that they should marry when
they get a chance.--Burlington Free
Press.
Lady (in shoe store)—“I would liko
to look at some cloth slippers for my
self.” Clerk (until recently in the dry
goods liue)—“Yes. madam; something
all wool aad a yard wide!”—Harper’•
Bazar.
“The man of the future ages will havo
three arms,” according to a scientist. We
have not heard what the extra arm is for,
but there is no doubt that it will be very
convenient for scratching his back.-—
Graphic.
Sitting Bull is said to be on the decline
and it is thought, that he will not live
much longer. This will bo good news
for the settler in his vicinity who is en
gaged in laudable effort* to grow a scalp.
—Es:eUine (Dak.) BM.
As a debtor Schnbaram has a peculiar
method of conduct. “For my part,” he
says, “when a creditor has the imperti
nence to write to me for his little amount
—that ends it, I don’t pay him.” “Audi
when he doesen’t write!” “In that case
I always wait to hear from him.”
“Ugh,” grunted a toper when the bar
keeper refused to give him whisky and
banded him a gla^s of water instead.
“Ugh, ain’t much difference ’tween water
an’ your whisky any way.” “Of course
not,” replied the barkeeper. “Only
fifteen cents, that’s all. BW. irnjton
Critic.
“Do you people speculate any?” asked
a New Yorker, who was passing a day or
two in an Indiana village. '‘Oh, a little;
but it has become purty risky,” was the
reply. “The last two speculators went up
for five years apiece.” “For what!”
“They broke into the postoffice to specu
late on stamps.”—Wall Street News.
Mrs. Yerger is much given to gadding.
She is everlastingly on the streets, while
.Colonel Yerger is much jpveuto staying
lieve you love your nasty
than you do me,” she remarked, indig
nantly. :< I guess I do. My pipe doesn’t
go out as often as you do.”—Texas Sift-
inn*.
He had fought under the old flag, he
said, with a husky pathos, but the officer
bad two thin-faced women and a colored
expressman ready to swear that the row
occurred beneath the red rag in front of
an anction room, and grew out of a
wrangle about the price of a second-hand
cook stove with a broken \e%.—Chicago
Ledger.
A WKSTER5 BOY’S XJkMERT.
I wished I lived away down East, where cod
fish salt the * a,
And where the foLa nave pumpkin pie aad
applesass for tea.
Us boys who 1 * livin’ here out We*t don’t get
mor n hwlf a show—
W» don’t have nothin’else to do but jest U
sort o’grow. • . •
Oh, if 1 vmz a bint M «j » mill!™ mile.
e they feed their boy* i
acs three t'
To where the
ont its t
And where the f<
e times a day;
call the Hob gives
. father
mostly women folks.
J
led. ™
Erery Tenth Man Strangled.
The shah of Persia wasdriviogalong the
highroad one day, says a Teheran letter
to the New York fftrald, when some
soldiers approached him with a.petition
Betting forth thro
6 „.Ji their grievance?. They had
not been paid for nme months. The son
of the minister of wsr, who accompanied
tht thah on horseback, galloped np,
among them and lashed them across their
faces with his whip. “ **"“■
—ZonrtM \
Some stones were
uuw. JM _cm broke a window
oftheshah’s'em-'iage. The aide-de-camp
shouted to the coachman to start the
horses at full speed, crying out that mi
attempt was being made to assassinate his
majesty.
The following morning the regiment of
Ispahan, to which the mutineers be
longed, paraded in the courtyard of the
palace. The shah appeared at a window,
aad, at his order, every tenth man was
seized and strangled. Though his con
duct was severely criticised, Europeans -
here think him as excusable as-Peter t*
his severity to the Strelitz r
his firmness prevented a mat
rope ana by the turbulent t
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