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FITZGERALD, GEORGI \ *
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KISTAFP d) BOINJ.
L1HTOK1AL NOTES
In descriptions of noxious insect
and weed pests, the words, “intro-
duced from,” are usually about the
first that meet the eye; for it is a fact
that a very large per cent, of our worst
pests , have been , introduced , , from ,
abroad, and, worse yet, if possible,
importations of this character continue. ,
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A fast steamship service is to be
established between Canada and Great
Britain. Canada is to pay a yearly
subsidy of $500,000 for ten years and
the British Government is to pay
$250,000 yearly. The vessels are to
have a guaranteed speed of 500 knots
in twenty-four hours and four of the
ships are to be ready in 1898.
In Switzerland a new federal code,
which is to unify the laws for the
whole of the country, is now being
prepared. Taking advantage of this
fact, great numbers of the women of
Switzerland are exerting themselves
to secure the correction of many of the
evils at present resulting from the so¬
cial laws of the country, which are
very hard on women. The movement
js really amounting to the dimensions
of a popular uprising. The Swiss
women are evidently just beginning to
feel their o\Vn powers.
Statisticians have been calculating
the eunual income of Great Britain,
whicji must have trebled or quadru¬
pled within the present reign. It is
now supposed to amount to 7000 mil¬
lions of dollars annually. The actual
earnings are reckoned at 3500 million
dollars a year. The actual expendi¬
ture by the people is considered to be
less than the total income, so that
probably $750,000,000 may be put hy
and saved annually. Thus by degrees
the accumulation becomes so enormous
that the sum total is hard to grasp. It
is reckoned, however/, at something
between 45,000 and 50,000 million
dollars! Such comiputations are based
on figures supplied by French statis¬
ticians.
Says the Cincinnati Tinffes-Star:
The development of the ragged school
in London is a vivid illustration of
■what a few determined souls, backed
up by a man of wealth like Lord
Shaftesbury, are capable of accom¬
plishing. From the small beginnings
in one schoolroom fifty years ago the
work of lifting up the lowly has- gone
on in the greatest city in the world
until now there are 192 separate build'
ings in London, where 253 afternoon
and evening schools are held, with an
average attendance numbering more
than 50,000. In these schools there
are 4S87 teachers. An idea of the en¬
thusiasm and self-sacrifice prompting
these teachers may be gathered from
the fact that out of the 4887 but sev¬
enty-nine receive a salary. Ninety-
seven school libraries have been es¬
tablished, seventy penny banks, in
which there are 21,000 depositors and
more than 11,000 pounds sterling on
deposit. Physical culture has become
an important feature of the work. A
hundred and nineteen men’s and lads’
clubs have been established, with
3500 members, and what are known as
the recreation classes number 222
members.
Says William Drysdale in the Inde¬
pendent: The Porto Ricans, or, as
they call themselves, Porto Ricanians,
who contribute money to the Cuban
cause, have to do it with the secrecy
of the grave. To be caught at such
treasonable work would mean utter
ruin. If the Cubans have one reason
to detest Spain, the Porto Ricans have
twenty; and they hate her with a
hatred too bitter for utterance. They
are ground down, robbed, insulted, im¬
prisoned, dragged about with thumb-
cords, by their hated masters; and
nothing but their utter helplessness
has prevented their joining in the
Cuban revolution. The condition of
the natives of that island is almost be¬
yond description, and they are ripe for
any ferocious retaliation in their power.
The Cuban’s hatred of Spain is a gen¬
tle June zephyr compared with the
tremendous cyclone of hatred that the
Porto Rican has for the mother coun¬
try. And no American who spends a
month on that beautiful but persecuted
island will need to ask w T hy. There
are some Porto Ricans of great wealth,
and a large number in moderate cir¬
cumstances, notwithstanding the grind¬
ing taxation and other official rob¬
beries; and they have taken, in many
instances, dangerous risks to forward
money to the Cuban authorities. As
long as the Porto Ricans have a dollar
loft, the Cubans can safely count upon
at least half of it. t
SINC A sonc.:
! tf you’ll sing a song as you go along,
| [n the face ot the real or the fancied wrong;
| ■ tn spite of the doubt if you’ll brave fight it stont; out,
I And show a heart that is and
If you’ll laugh at the jeers and refuse the
tears, ever-reluctant cheers
you’ll force the
That the world denies when a toward cries,
I [ And To give you’ll to the win man success who with bravely a little tries; Song—
If you’ll sing the song as you go along!
Will catch the strain of the glad retrain;
g*
That sky; will out by and by;
the stars come
An(1 ; ,. ou ’n mn jj 0 new friends, till hope de-
scends
From where the placid rainbow bends;
A nd all because of a little song—
If you’ll sing the song as you plod along!
jf you’ll sing a song as you trudge will along,
You’ll see that the singing make you
strong; load road.
An ,i the heavy and the and stripe the rugged ol the tortur¬
And the sting
ous goad that afloat;
Will soar with the noto you set
' viil ohan « e t0 a triflias
That the world is bad when you are sad,
And bright and beautiful when glad;
That all you need is a little song—
If you’ll sing the song as you trudge along!
—Rufus McClain Fields, in Nashville Amer¬
ican.
IALI’S PERIL,
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\ UNDA-TSANG was an
A innkeeper. He was
. .J Ballawari-Dak, sole proprietor of which the
j is a very big name for
a very small native ho¬
tel about sixty miles
_ north of Penang, and
on the high road to the hunting
steppes of the Bakit, or hill country'.
Punda was a good sort of Malay, which
means a bad sort of anything else.
That is, he would plunder only on the
securest principles, and never quarrel
with a bigger man or a fetter armed
one than himself. In this he differed
from other Malays, who would plunder
and knife upon no principle or provo¬
cation whatever, if they thought there
was a ten-anna piece to be gained
thereby. ■
/ But a deeper reading of this pros¬
perous Boniface of the jungles revealed
the fact that he was capable of love-
yes, even a tender, human affection;
and that little Iali, his five-year-old
daughter, was the object of a worship
in his heart even more fervent than
that which he bestowed upon the five
home-made clay gods before which, in
a dark corner of the Dak, he burned a
vast deal of ill-smelling incense. The
second year of Tsang’s married life
had hardly begun when his beautiful
wife was bitten by a yellow viper while
gathering healing herbs down in the
valley. When they found the poor
creature she was dying—with her new
born babe in her arms. This calamity
the bereaved husband regarded as a
direct visitation of the clay gods in the
corner; only the day before he had
robbed a Kling hunter of his rifle,
leaving the poor fellow to make his
way unarmed down to the sea, where
he ran upon a pair of half-starved ku-
kangs, a vicious species of Malay
chimpanzee, in fleeing from which he
fell over a cliff and was dashed to
pieces. And Punda-Tsang always felt
that that yellow viper was sent direct
from the land of the judging gods to
avenge the blood of the poor Kling
hunter. But there was one thing that
mitigated the harshness of this ven¬
geance—the presence of the little
child, whom he tenderly cherished,
and whom he had. called Iali, which is
to say, “forgiven.”
One day two officers of H. M. ship
Scorpion stopped at the Dak on their
way down from a hunt in the hill
country. We were seated under the
palms before the bungalow after tiffin,
smoking cheroots, while I listened to
their exploits with interest. Suddenly
four native Malays approached, wheel¬
ing a live tiger in a clumsy wooden
cage, and halted before the Dak.
They were going to dispose of him to
a naturalist down on the coast, who
had a method of killing and stuffing
animals by which the marvelous lustre
of their skins was preserved. The
forest king was certainly a magnificent-
specimen, and the officers evidently
thought him, so, too, as they concluded to
buy perhaps to swear that they
had captured him. They bought the
animal for a good round sum, sent the
natives back rejoicing, and started
down toward the coast, while ,Punde-
Tsang, not contented with exacting
fifty per cent, commission from the
poor fellows for using his Dak for a
tiger mart, committed the meanest act
of his life. He slyly sawed one of the
hind bars nearly through in four
places. Then he went to work planing
to waylay the tiger on his way back to
his haunts after he should break loose,
which he knew would happen before
the purchasers could get many miles
down the valley. He quietly pursued
his planning until late that night,
when he heard from good authority
that the tiger had broken jail, and
nearly killed one of his owners. Then
he prepared to put his plans into ac¬
tion.
Punda knew well enough that the
instant a tiger smells blood he will
drop flat, and, even if the feast is a
mile away, will begin a slow, creeping
journey toward it, wasting hours, per¬
haps. When he has approached with¬
in twenty feet of the prize, quivering
with desire and terrible with greed, he
will leap into the air like a cannon ball
and plunge down upon his victim.
Punda-Tsang knew all this; so he dug
a pit down the valley, constructed a
network of brauches over it and laid a
quarter of a bullock upon it. Then he
waited for the tiger to scent the blood
and make his slow, crawling journey,
knowing that when he made the grand
twenty feet leap he would go crashing
through the network into the pit be¬
low. Then Tsang planned that he
would starve the beast, let down a
cage baited with more fresh meat, and,
sliding the bars from above, haul the
captured tiger out and sell him over
again. All of this might have hap¬
pened, but events somewhat stranger
and more terrible for Punda-Tsang in¬
terfered, doubtless as another direct
visitation of the vengeance of the little
clay gods in the bungalow corner, half
concealed in clouds of punk smoke.
As little Iali was the innkeeper’s
constant solace and companion, she
went with him to the pit digging, her
father explaining to her the manner of
capturing the “four-footed jungle god,”
which facts, instead of frightening the
child, only helped to increase the stock
of her play gods and demons, which
she moulded deftly from the red clay
of the ravine. For two days nothing
was heard of the tiger, and Punda-
Tsang began to fear that he had gone
back to the hilfs by another route.
On the afternoon of the third day I
sat on the cliff’s edge, watching the
mists rise from the roaring river
bottom, a phenomenon which al-
ways accompanies the closing
day. Suddenly there was a great
shuffling of sandals about the
compound, and I knew something ex¬
traordinary was takin g place'. I turne d
quickly; the big form of Punda-Tsang,
the inn-keeper, burst upon me sud¬
denly, his flat face as pallid as a
demon’s, ferocious, but with the fero¬
city of nameless fear.
“Iali!” cried he hoarsely. “Have
you seen Iali!”
“No!” I replied, almost in a whis¬
per. He did not wait, but sped to¬
ward the so-called bullock sheds,
which were really caves cut in the
solid rook beyond the Dak. I had be¬
come attached to the child, whose
marvelous beauty had charmed and
whose weird ways mystified me.
The coolies were flying hither and
thither, making the air ring with their
loud wails. Such agitation on the part
of these vagabonds roused me to a
realization of the child’s danger.
Suddenly I turned my eyes and
thoughts iu the direction of the ravine
where the tiger trap lay. I recalled
vividly the child’s interest in the
4 4 jungle god” who was to be captured
in the deep pit; and knowing the lit¬
tle creature’s absolute fearlessness,
thought that acting upon some child¬
ish impulse, she might have strayed
down the narrow path to the pit.
Meanwhile the wailing about me in¬
creased.
I dropped over the ledge, soon
reaching the pathway by a short route.
As I penetrated the jungle, now suf¬
fused with mist in the ruby glow of
the expiring day, I realized with what
risk to myself I was entering this dan¬
gerous spot, all unarmed. I was still
debating whether or not to return for a
weapon of defense, when, as I leaped
over a soft spot in the red clay, I saw
two footprints that shot terror into my
heart; one was that of a mammoth
tiger, the other belonging to a little
child. I dropped down beside them.
No. There was no mistaking them, so
clear and fresh were both. Then I
crept forward, scarcely daring to
breathe, my heart beating faster and
faster with apprehension.
The distanoe to that tiger pit seemed
to be doubled, and the time that
elapsed before reaching it everlasting.
The crackling of the leaves and twigs
on the moss beneath my feet added to
my trepidations. Almost before I re¬
alized it I had reached the big trap,
and then halted short, thrilled by the
sound of something human. Looking
ahead through the deepening mists
and intervening boughs I saw the lit¬
tle child figure of Iali creeping out
upon the withered branches over the
pit. For the instant I had no power
to move, nor dared I speak, lest, over¬
come with sudden fright, the frail lit¬
tle one, might lose her foothold. Sud¬
denly a new horror disclosed itself.
What were those two glaring, cold,
yet fiery points just beyond the pit,
burning their way through the shad¬
ows? It was th,e tiger.
In moments like these one’s reason¬
ing powers become superhuman. I
saw that in all probability either Iali
or I was to be sacrificed, which one
depended merely upon the caprice of
the wild beast. I had heard that the
calm, steady, fearless stare of a human
is more terrifying to wild animals than
guns that kill. On the instant I re¬
solved to practice it; it was my only
expedient. So I stared at those two
coldly bright and glowing points of
light like a madman.
Suddenly I saw the little figure
waver on the dead branches over the
mouth of the pit, aud then, with a
weak little cry poor Iali had lost her
foothold and slipped slowly through
the yielding boughs into the cave be¬
neath. For a moment all was silent.
Then I heard her childish prattle.
The soft sand had broken Iali’s fall
and saved her life, while I was brought
face to face with the most awful prob¬
lem of my life. For what seemed
hours I stood like a pillar of stone, the
perspiration pouring down my neck,
my tongue hot and parched.
Suddenly, ns I stood like one in a
trance, facing this growing problem, I
was conscious of a stir in the reeds
and underbrush at my right hand.
Though the sound caused me to trem¬
ble, I dared not take my eyes from the
crouching monster beyond. The next
instant a strange, huge shape crept
stealthily out of the underwood and
advanced into the clearing toward the
pit—a ponderous black monster. It
was a mammoth orang-outang!
The tiger crouched lower, He
seemed to be as nonplussed, as stunned
by the intrusion of this huge inter¬
loper as I was. In motionless silence
he transferred his burning gaze to the
mammoth monster.
Advancing to the very edge of the
pit, the huge ape slipped, but he re¬
covered. He saw that the branches
were only a blind. Then he walked
around the edge of the trap and knelt
down like a human being, slowly, de¬
liberately reaching out his long, hairy
nnu till his giant hand clutched that
bullock bone. Then, to my intense
relief, the orang slowly dragged the
great mass of flesh off the network of
branches upon the solid ground. of
For a moment longer the gleam
those two terrible eyes, now like peep¬
holes into a fiery furnace, followed
the unsuspecting pilferer. Then came
a rustle, a strange shriek like thunder,
a bound and a roar, and the “jungle
god” had sprung into the air and come
down like a flashing avalanche full up-
on tlie broad body of the kneeling
orang. A single paw struck the mam¬
moth ape in the back, and with an al¬
most human groan the rescuer of my
life and hers gave up the booty, to-
gether with his own life. Then the
tiger, with a final flash of eyes full in-
to my own, snatched up the carcase of
th e bullock in his flaming jaw/ and
slid off into the thick of the jungle.
After that, when he knew all, Pun-
da-Tsang burned incense harder than
ever, for he avowed that the gods had
at last forgiven his former crime; and, ”
generally speaking, Punda became before.—■
better sort of a Malay than
London Mail.
SCALINC WITHOUT A LADDER.
A Pyramid of Soldier* Enables Men to
Surmount a 31-Foot Wall.
Corporal Leary, the limberest man
at Fort Sheridan, took the chance of
breaking his neck and tumbling the
storming pyramids of forty-one soldiers
in a bruised heap Saturday as he
sprajig upward from the shoulders of
Private Miller, caught with three
fingers of Ins left hand the top of the
high wooden wall behind which lurked
the enemy, hung for one perilous in-
stant, and then gallantly pulled him-
self to the top, seized his lifle, and
sprang into the midst of the foe on the
other side of the improvised parapet in
the Coliseum gallery.
The liumau pyramid swayed, but
held its sturdy place while gallant
infantrymen swept up the stalwart
shoulders , ,, and , over the thirty-one-foot . .
wall to Corporal Leary s support,while
a platoon of twenty-five men kept the
enemy away in front of the wall.
It was at- this point that the regufer
army officers, who were watching me
fray from the Coliseum gallery, led
the applause, for Corporal Leary and
his comrades had broken the world’s
escalading record by three feet. As
n partial reward for his daring feat
Corporal Leary will he recommended
by Lieutenant Percival G. Lowe, in
command of the camp, for promotion,
When Corporal Leary climbed to
the apex of the pyramid and stood on
the shoulders of the men in the top
row', the tips of his fingers lacked five
inches of reaching the top of the wall,
The highest wall that was ever escaladed
beforo was twenty-eight feet, and the
men who climbed over that in the
military carnival at New York broke
the world’s record then, The wall at
the Coliseum was thirty-one feet high,
and it took just four minutes to scale
it.
Eighteen of the heaviest and strong¬
est men in the regiment formed the
base of the pyramid, ten mounted on
their shoulders and leaned against the
wall, six stood on the shoulders of the
ten, four on the shoulders of the six,
and three on the shoulders of the four.
Corporal Leary scrambled up this
escalading pyramid of blue, and stood
on the shoulders of the top three,
braced against the wall.
When he stretched out his arms,and
found his fingers would not reach the.
edge of the wall, he crouched, aud
then, as the human mountain swayed
dizzily beneath his feet, with the
mighty and yet delicate effort of the
trained athlete he sprang boldly five
inches upward at the edge of the
harrier. He tried to grasp the top of
the parapet with both hands, but only
three fingers of his left hand went
high enough. The pyramid under
him was still swaying. He held to
the hazardous edge by the three
fingers for an instant, and then, witha
heave and a twist, pulling his whole
body up, caught the wail with the
other hand. An instant after he was
on the enemy’s side of the barricade,
—Chicago Tribune.
Bicycles in the Gorman Army.
The German military papers have
just published the report of the Minis-
ter of War regarding the results of the
introduction of bicycles into the army
and the training of a bicycle corps dur-
ing the year 1896, says the Philadel-
phia Record. A large number of ex-
perimental runs were made and the
bicycles were also employed in maneu-
vers to advantage. The average of
the runs was about thirty-five miles,
with an average speed of nine and one-
half miles per hour, including stops.
greatest speed obtained was twelve
miles per hour in a run of thirty miles. I
The greatest distance covered in any
one run was one hundred aud thirty
miles an hour, including stops. The
soldiersmttached to the bicycle service
were given practical training on tli.e
wheel, hut also received instruction iu
reconnoitering, reading of the map, !
etc. Not long ago Lieutenant von
Puttkammer tried to dispatch a mess-
a 8 e by relay bicyclists going aud com-
ing a distance of twenty-eight miles,
He had placed four relays of three hi-
cyclists each at points six miles apavt,
and three dispatches were taken each
way,the cyclists’speed exceeding thir-
teen miles per hour. It is estimated
by the Minister of W ar that after for-
ty days’ training a company mounted
on bicycles should be able to cover one
hundred and twenty miles a day with
full arms aud equipment. Ihe present j
weight of the military bicycle, which
is of the folding type, is thirty-two
pounds, but the new type, of which a
number has been ordered, will
six pounds less. The principal
will be found in . the abandon-
of chain gearing and the substi-
of a cog-wheel driving gear.
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A Remarkable Widow.
Pans harbors a widow, Mme. Jules
Lebaudy, who inherited from her lius-
band $25,000,000. As she dispioies
of the way in which he made liis for¬
tune, she refuses to use it, contenting
herself with an income of $1200.
Lovely Shades of Brown.
There are many and lovely shades
of brown in the cheviots this spring.
By brown is not meant the hot look¬
ing cinnamons or tan or gravel colors
tinting to red or yellow, but soft tones
of wool color, with a little suggestion
of dull pink or mauve in them. These
are cool tints. Some of the brown
cheviots show a thread of pale color
running through them here or there.
wln s , vap a Mot hcr for a Mike. ,
There is a poor hut energetic young
v , oman j n England who is bound to
haveftl) . leif she hag to 8wap a
widowe d mother for it. She—the en-
er „ et j 0 womftn — lives in London, and
although she does not say in so many
W ords that she will exchange one good
widowed mo ther for a new ’97 drop
f rame roadster, she intimates it clearly
enou „ b in the following advertisement
Av hj c h appeared in a London daily
. Kj er .
am 0 yonng gir i vith a widowed
mother in unfortunate circumstances,
and cannot afford a bicycle. My
mother and myself will work out
either hy the day or permanently second-hand in
excb for a good
wh , or a new one o{ opprov ed pat-
tern.”—New York Press.
Mrs. Elizabeth Tilton's Will.
The will of Mrs. Elizabeth K. Tilton
-will be filed for probate in a few’ days,
and will, it is said by those aware of
jj s contents, prove a great surprise,
has been generally supposed that
wben Theodore Tilton and his wife
separated the latter was provided with
an income that would comfortably keep
her for the rest of her days. It was
not k nown though that in addition to
this income she received a bulk sum,
which, combined with what subse-
quently came to her from her own
family and w r hat she saved, made up a
modest little fortune. This wms in-
vested in Brooklyn and New York real
estate, which has increased materially
i n va i ue . The bulk of her estate will
go to her daughter and a goodly share
to the religious sect presided over by
Rev. Malaehi Taylor.
From the day of her trouble, when
her name became a household word all
over the civilized world, Mrs. Tilton
had not looked at a newspaper.—Tren¬
ton (N. J.) American.
Cotton Canvas.
The cottou canvas gowns look so
much like the wool ones it is quite
difficult to tell them apart; they are,
of course, much cooler aud less ex¬
pensive, although they require to be
lined throughout. There are many
different colors to choose from, but the
smartest are the greens. A gown of
the new shade of green is lined with
black, the skirt trimmed with rows of
narrow black velvet ribbon; the waist
has just a little fulness in the back,
but the fulness is drawn in at the belt;
the fronts are gathered on the shoul¬
der and hang in full blouso effect;
straps of narrow black velvet ribbon
finished with tiny steel buckles trim
the fronts, and there is an inside front
of embroidered linen. Turned-over
collar of linen with cuffs to match, a bow
of black satin ribbon at the throat and
a belt of bias black satin fastened with
a steel buckle make the gown very
smart. The sleeves are plain—small
leg-of-mutton shape—with a puff at
the top, and there are bands of the
black velvet ribbon put on above the
auff - The material for this gown was
thirty cents a yard, and the entire es¬
P ense ? vas ve r y little. Black cotton
cauvas 18 no * desirable, as it will sure-
' j ru L, and there is considerable
doubt as to whether all the colors will
no ^’ fade; hut gowns made oi this ma-
tenal look smart enough for general
' v eal ’ au '\ -are as 000 as ^ n °f cooler
than , ginghams,
When duc.t is used for gowns, linen
d «ch is generally preferred, as being
cooler 3 “ a not shrinking so much; the
cot t° n duck, on the other hand, is
vei 7 mneh cheaper and wears quite as
well; both a '’e used and make most
’ lsafuI al > d smart costumes. Severe
tailor styles should always be followed
for' these gowns, for the material is too
thick to be much trimmed or elabor-
at;< dy made , up. Harper rT , s _ Bazar,
A Woman’s Factory.
There is a thriving shirt and overall
f acdor y jn Fond-du-Lac, Wis., run en-
tirely by women. The president,
secretary, treasurer,
are a p young and unmarried, and
near ]y all the stockholders are workers
in the factory. The concern now turns
out twenty-five dozen negligee shirts
daily The directors leased a build-
j n g w hich was put up especially for
them, and business men think that
there is every reason to predict success
tbe novel enterprise,
j lls t ten months ago the factory
with fourteen regular and five
Bpec j a i machines. Not being able to
t heir orders with that number,
have enlarged the plant to twen-
regular and six special mu-
The incorporation guarantees
3 shareholders seven per cent, on
investment. The wages earned
are from $4 to $12 a week, according
to the skill of the operative, the work
being done by the piece. Thus far
there has been a balance each month
above the expenso and wages, and or¬
ders on baud are sufficient to provide
for the entire output for over two
months ahead.
“I cannot say who is justly entitled
to be called the founder of our enter¬
prise,” said Miss Estella Brown, Secre¬
tary of the company. ‘ ‘I think it was
from the beginning a joint stock idea.
It seemed a proper way of gaining a
livelihood, and, as we all had worked
in factories, and thoroughly under¬
stood the business, we thought we
might as well work for ourselves as for
other people. There were two hun¬
dred girls thrown out of employment
by the abandonment of a factory in
this town, and that set us to thinking.
Among that two hundred were our
twenty shareholders. That factory did
not pay expenses, but we are able to
profit by their experience and guard
against mistakes. Our directors all
have energy and push; moreover we
are strong and healthy, and willing
each to work for the other’s interest.
“Did we have masculine aid in or¬
ganizing our company? Yes, we
agreed to ask a certain kind and gen¬
erous-hearted man to help us to get
started, and he took great interest in
planning everything so that there
should be no hitch to give us trouble
afterwards. At present we employ
two men to help us out, one doing the
cutting and the other tending the en¬
gine, doing the pressing and other
jobs that come his way. In the course
of time we may see fit to do without
any male help. The engine is a gaso¬
line engine, and any girl in the factory
understands it quite properly now.
We have in our employ five girls who
are not shareholders, and as our busi¬
ness increases we shall he compelled
to enlarge our force, but shall still
keep our capital stock in the hands of
the original shareholders. Our capi¬
tal was originally $1200, divided into
twelve shares of $100, but afterwards
we increased it to $2000.”—New York
Post.
Fasliion Notes.
Dressy sailor hats have bell crowns,
apparently put on topside down, quills,
flowers, gauze draperies and ribbon,
rosettes.
Light-weight taffetas, wash silks and
colored lawns are also much the vogue,
and to be absolutely comfortable one
needs a varied assormeut.
The latest novelty in summer petti¬
coats promises to bring comfort in its
wake, for the material is the all-popu¬
lar grass linen and the style is simple.
The most fashionable colors are
beige, gray, green, broivn and cherry
red. Straw is now being tinted in
the most refined tones, and manu¬
factured to correspond with every kind
of costume.
The most popular style shows a
gored top, with a Spanish flounce
twelve inches deep, which in turn is
edged with a narrow frill, and these
are no difficulties in the way of perfect
laundering.
A few gowns show an attempt at
draping on a ride so as to show a
fa'immed drop skirt below. Another
design shows a narrow skirt front of
mixed cheviot apparently fastened over
with braid buttons on panels of black
moire.
Tiny tucks are used on capes in clus¬
ters of six to twelve. Tiny confections
or shoulder capes of shot taffeta,
trimmed with overlapping ruffles of
mousseline and an immense neck ruche
to match, are among the foreordained
favorites.
Violets literally overwhelm the new¬
est hats and bonnets, and are intensi¬
fied by violet velvet trimming and
feathers. Bunches of spring flowers,
as round as a cowslip ball, are sup¬
planting pompons, the pinky-lilac
primula being a special favorite.
Favorite shapes in hats are the
beefeater, the sailor with a very wide,
flat brim, and so loaded down with
trimming as to be almost unrecogniz¬
able, the wide-trimmed hai with a
stovepipe crown, the toque, and the
hat with a tapering flowerpot crown.
Millinery is not only very bright,
but very ponderous—many hats and
bonnets being literally covered with
flowery garlands, lace, feathers and
ribbons. They are of fine, smooth,
glossy straw, rough straw which has
the appearance of pleated chips, or
thick, knobby straw.
Linen sheds the dust and is easily
kept clean, besides which it can be
laundered at need and comes forth not
only as good, but better than new. In
addition it is deliciously cool aud light
of weight, so that it would seem iu
truth an ideal material for underskirts
designed for warm weather wear.
Hats are most in use for the street,
and bonnets for the theatre and dress
occasions. The newest shape is the
Beguin, made of gold or silver stuff
embroidered in old designs with tur¬
quoises, pearls and other stones, or of
Venice lace, or turquoise-blue or old
pink velvet richly worked with gold.
The Beguin is trimmed with two black
or white Ostrich feathers standing high
in the middle, and high lace pleats,
with colored rosettes or flowers, espec¬
ially camellias.
