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WOMAN’S WORLD. The following is an extract from an interview In the New York World with lira Wu, wife of the Chinese minister at Washington: Mme. Wu strilrs cfter, which is not a Chinese habit. •I learned to smile in America,” she sold, with illustration, "and to laugh. Chinese very serious people. They not laugh much; not sing; not dance.” “Have they no singing voices?” "How I know? They not try. Singing not the fashion. Nobody sings; nobody dance. Here they do, and it make them light of heart. Americans happy looking people, particularly the ladies. American ladies all agreeable. It is their great vir tue, iike modesty with Chinese. They are kind and laughing, and open, and—l would say more; what is it?” 'Hospitable,” suggested the minister. "Ah!” said Mme. Wu, her shining eyes beaming with gratitude, "that is it,” As ripples widen in a brock where peb bles fall, so Madame’s gratitude and ador ation effervesce over each soft word that falls to her lot from the minister's lips. “In China,” shb continued, “'there is no hospitality; not like here. People not make calls. They not offer courtesies like here. Chinese very careful meeiitig strang ers. They stay close at home. Relatives make visits some, but not very much. Here everybody come. I get sick, people call, hope I am better. First I not under stand, China so different. Now I like. Easy to get used bring friendly. That is better than China—more natural. Neigh bors here better; they are kind They care about each other’s homes In China every body cares about her own. •Sometimes I get homesick. Then I like to see China. America very fine, but China all beauty: pretty flowers and birds and gardens. Houses all made pretty, not so much bigness but much more balconies and roofs and gardens. This pret'y house, but different.” “Yet you seem to have moved a good deal of China here.” Mrpe Wu laughed. "All we can get.” she replied, looking contentedly at the Chinese effects in wetrd carvings and Oriental upholsteries. The pictures of the legation are partic ularly Chinese in effect and coloring, and of Mme. Wu's own choosing, for she has artistic tendencies. But it is in Madame’s boudoir that the real touch of the Orient is given Nothing modern or American mats its quaint Eastern loveliness. The bed is exquisitely carved and covered with richly embroidered silk, with which the couches and walls are draped. Every or nament is from the Orient, with hand carved ivory lo'let accessories and water colors of Chinese water scenes, with lotus blossoms and Chinese lilies painted on the white frames. Even Madame's maid, as neat and polished as a wax doll, is an importation from h r native land. Over everything In the exquisite boudoir is the faintest prs ibie scent of sandalwood. A revelation in Chinese decorative art are Madame’s apartments at the legation. And a revelation In the tailor's art are her clothes. "You do not like?” asked Madame, glancing at her clothes. No. to be candid, I didn’t like. "Me too,” was the laughing response, as the quick eyes looked me over critical ly: “your clothes immodest and ungrace ful.”' "?o are yours, Mme. Wu.” "No,” emphatically, "these modest.” Mme. Wu touched the soft silk trousers as she spoke. "You couldn’t get a self-respecting American woman to appear in trousers.” "You not get one of China to appear without them.” Whi’h mus’ be a matter of habit, we ccnceded, and which therefore has noth ing to do with motives or morals. So we passed on. "Your coat,” I suggested, "is beautiful in texture, and workmanship, but it doasn’t fit.” ‘li eh.uld not,” said Mnr, Wu. de cidedly; “it not modest to fit. Your dress tco close. That is not nice.” ”It’a n*at.” "Ah!” Mme. W r u laughed outright; "you not care for neatness.” “But I do.” “Then what for you let your dress drag?” "Well, it’s more modest than having it short like yours, and it’s graceful ” "No, no!” Madame’s eyes b’inked trium phantly; “first modesty, then cleanliness; grace after that. No grace without those first. CNm you be graceful without being clean? Anyway, there's your corsei. How you be graceful when jou uncomforta ble?” "I’m not uncomfortable. But there are those poor little feet; how can you be graceful when you can’t walk?” "I walk," said Madame, w ho had proved it by entering the room alone, with the •id of chairs and tables, then added, quickly: "Anyway. I prefer eat 10 walk,” which scored a point for Chinn. Mme Wu’s feet are not four inches long They look as if they ought never to touch the floor, but be assigned to a fa vorite spot on the mant ripleee. They look like samples of feet in miniature, and re mind one of the tiny mo !el of great bat tle-ships. “There,” I said, putting a calf-clad No. 4 beside the speck covered with red silk, ‘ is a real foot, meant for service.” ”1 guess so,” said Mme. Wu, and shud dered. No wonder the Chinese women stay at home. No wonder they are not nurses on battlefields or inspired to deeds of valor. No wonder that progress is hot for them. They are made prisoners for life with the dwarfh g of their feet as surely as a dove is trapped when its wings are clipped. "In China not much use to walk.” Mme. Wu explained; “only around the gardens at home. Chinese ladies not walk abroad like Americans. In streets they go in sedan chairs, always with chaperon. Folks in China very careful; young girls guard ed very carefully. They never meet men except brothers.” “But how can it always be helped? Are there never accidents? Your broth ers, for instance, have friends visit them.” “Yes. maybe; but women's apartments opposite side of house. If man should see her she must not talk to him nor raise her eyes.” “Then there are no flirtations in China?” "Oh, no. All sedate and strict. China never frivols.” “And your parents do the courting, and your marry the man?” "They choose him.” “And one never falls in love and marries?” “No; one marries and falls in love.” “But it’s a matter of chance?” “A matter of fact. Obedience is as great n virtue as modesty among Chinese women.” “But suppose the man picked out for you doesn’t tally with your ideal?” “My what?” “Your ideal man; all women have ideals, you know.” ”1 don’t know that; I guess not Chi nese women.” “Didn’it you ever wonder what he would Ik* like?” “No; Chinese girls no time think about love. Before time comes fhlnk about ove Chinese girl has husband.” "Sivppose you didn't like the husband picked out for you?” "But I did; I loved when I saw him.” "Which wasn’t till the wedding day?” ”Ni.” “Suppose it hadn’t been Mr. Wu, but The Next Ten Days Will Be the last of the Great Removal Sale And we will make every day an interesting one for you, as we will take with us to the new store nothing but staples, such goods that we are forced to carry all the year. You may be in need of or could use at the price a few yards of Linen, Calico, Lawn Dress Goods or Silks may be figuring on making over an old dress or getting anew suit or skirt. It is very likely you can find just what you want among the remnants for very little money. You can get two to three dollars’ worth of merchandise for one dollar during this week’s selling, as everything is reduced. NOW ANXIOUS WE ABE TO BE SETTLED IN OUR store Where we will have plenty of room and light and everything new. It will be so much more cheerful and comfortable for our clerks, who have been very faithful during the big sale, which is about to close. You, too, no doubt, will appreciate the new store and our efforts to please you. We want you to make it your store, and any inattention or mis representation we would consider it a favor if you would report same, as we would feel very bad after our efforts to have any one leave dissatisfied. P. T. FOYE SUCCESSOR TO FOYE & MORRISON. Sorry to say the Silks at 15c are ENTIRELY gone. You will find a few desirable lengths and styles among those advertised at 34c; the §1 and $1.25 kind. P. T. FOYE. omebody else—would you have loved him?” Madame’s brows contracted white she thought, and 4he minister smiled and waited with interest for her reply. But madame was not to be caught. She has not lived with a diplomat for thirteen years for nothing. Presently she, too, smiled. ”1 would love the husband my parents chose; that is my duty. But they not choose any one else for me. In China we believe in fate. When parents make arrangements, fate leads. So it always is right. Fate makes one certain man for each woman.” “How about the widows, who find sev eral affinities?” "Ah!” said Mme.- Wu, drawing back in shocked surprise, “widows not marry in China; that is disgrace; China is virtu ous country. Americans think Chinese twomen kept down. That not so. Women kept home because men hold them so high; other men must not even look upon them or speak to them. “Chinese women progressive, too, only different way. Chinese women try be great, too, great mothers, great wives. Chinese women earnest. They not spend time making their hair crooked on irons, making their waists small, making their Creases full of frills and changing all time. Chinese women not strive for how to look, but how to be. “Chinese men not say to women. ’Your eyes lovely.’ They say, ‘Your character noble, your temper sweet, your home good, well-bred place; your son fine boy.’ That 1s compliment in China. "It is not our goodness to have fine eyes or shining hair, but good ways, that has charm In China. The looks not count. "You not understand our ways,” said madame, thoughtfully. “You not like some —about the marriage. But It is bet ter. You think it hard. Americans love and many and get divorce. We marry and love and get home and happiness and children. Which way you like?” Mme. Wu glanced from me to the min ister. and in the language that has no words she told him she was glad they had followed the Chinese custom. Oh, never go to France Unless you know the lingo counsels Thomas Hood in one of his comic ballads. A piece of advice, says the New York Tribune, which might be paraphras ed by the recommendation, never visit Newport unless you know its customs— tht.t is, lo stop with what is known as the ultra smart set. Of course, the dif ficulty works its own cure in a way, for the members of “high society” are not apt to invite those who may prove an en cumbrance or a hindrance to their own enjoyment. But It sometimes happens that they credit their guests with more acquaintances than they possess, and then it is awkward for both parties. An at tractive young married woman who had quite a social success last winter In New York was invited by a certain great lady to make her a vislit of a week at New port. Of course, she was very much pleased, and had several beautiful new dresses made for the occasion, expect ing as she said afterward, to have the time of her life. On her arrival she re celved a most cordial welcome from ler hostess, who, a'ter she had installed her visitor In a lovely suite of rooms, said to her: "Now, my dear you must make your self entlroly at heme, and go where you please and do whit you please. I hope yon have let your friends know that you are here. There will always be n car riage for your espetlal use when we do not go out together, and a brougham for the evening set apart entirely for you. Now, Just go ahead and have a good time. You can accept all your invita tions except for next Friday night, when I shall give you a dinner here. Of course, like every one elee, I am up to my neck In engagement, but between whiles we must manage to sea a great THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, AUGUST 11). 1900. deal of each other.” And she sailed rff, leaving her guest, who never dreamed that she was expected to procure her own invitations, In a state of complete bewil derment and dismay—but she was quick and clever, and proved her capability to he a woman of fashion by grasping the situation and conquering the difficulty. As her hostess was lunching out the day after her arrival, she announced that she would make some calls, and timing her visits well, she found at home several women of whos hospitalities she had par taken the winter before. To be stopping with Mrs. gave her the prestige she knew instinctively it would. She return ed home with a sufficient number of in vitations to prevent her seeming neglect ed, and on the whole her visit proved agreeable. “But it might have been horrid,” she said afterward. "If I had not been what my mother would have called decidedly pushing. I would have been completely left out. and might have fared like one of my friends, who was asked by her en tertainer after a few days of solitude if she had ’no friends.’ and who in very self self-defense dined twice at a restau rant during her visit.” "What kind of a visitor are you?” frankly asked an up-to-date married wo-* man of a young man acquaintance. "Are you the kind that always sits around and expects to be entertained, or do you look out for yourself—Join olubs, make your own engagements and take yourself about? If you are of the latter species you may come and spend a week with me in August at Newport if you have nothing better to do. I like to have people in the house to use them when I want them.- but I cannot stand catering for their amusement.” Why do all writers and talkers on beau ty conspire to neglect the most prominent feature? We hear, says the Philadelphia Times, a great deal about eyes, complex ion, lips, hair, expression, even ears, but very rarely anything at all about noses. The heroine may hava the most glorious orbs in the world, but who would look at her if she hadn’t a nose? Whereas, If she had a good nose, what an amount of sympathy she would command if she had the misfortune to be blind as well. The fact is that a person without a nose Is simply disgusting. Whtn Gaspard de Tavnnnes said to Queen Catherine de Mc dicis that at a word from her he would cut oft Diane de Poitiers’ nose, he knew what he was about. The favorite’s reign would not outlive this reduction of her charms. Therefore, let there be no more Injustice to noses. Their prominence should be recognized. The Boston Daily Advertiser gives the following account of the diagnosis which Dr. Mary Hawes made of her own case. She was a physician In the City Hospital at Cincinnati: "Yes. I will look,” said Dr. Mary Hawes, as she stood before the keenly polished mi croscope yesterday In the laboratory of the City Hospital. There was one little drop of sputum on the glass side. To put her eyes to the mi croscope meant to this delicate young wo man, who hud long since consecrated her self to science, the story of her life—or death. She had labored tirelessly In the consumptive ward and her own symptoms became suddenly startling. Bacteriology was her specialty; she hud passed upon countless cases of tuberculosis without an error. She had by her experiments and diagnosis answered the question of life or death for hundreds of consumptive pa tients. Then came her own weakness, pallor, fo ver ,*ough and pain. She had resolvad to test her own case for herself. The drop of sputum was as carefully adjusted on the Slide as If H had been for tha humblest patient. The light was Ju. *. right, the lenses were adjusted- It only meant a look to tell whether she was doomed or not. Bhs looked. There was do tremor of her hands, no sudden pa lor of her fa. • when her eye left chc eve-piece. Inste* \ she asked the first physician who dropped in to look. too. 'Bacilli! tuberculosis.” said ho, coolly, thinking it only the examination for a i*a tient in one of the hospital wards. Another interne happened into the labo ratory. “Look at this,” said Miss Hawes, offer ing him the microscope. ‘‘Tuberculosis,’’ said the second expert, laconically, ready to hurry away to his duties. "This is my own case.” ?aid Miss Hawes. "I shall resign at once and go to Denver.” Then only did the doJtors realize the young woman’s nerve. It had been left for her to diagnose her own case. She knew what she had seen through the mi croscope, and she simply wished for con firmation. To-morrow she leuves for the dry airs of Colorado in her fight with the scourge that has killed more men and wo men than all the cannons of ail the armies of the world. She is perfectly calm about it and will study her case in the hope of saving her own life; if she does not she will try to leave valuable ideas to poster ity for the guidance of physicians in light ing the malady. Miss Hawes is a physician who was graduated with honors from Me morial College. She stood high among her competitors for a place in the City Hospit al as interne, and won. She spent her time with the consumptives. She contracted her ailment there. Every physician in Cincinnati hopes she will recover. Dr. McKee contracted the disease a year ago, and was cut off in his prime. Dr. Beeson, who succeeded him in the tuberculosis ward, warned in time and went to Mexico before it was too late. The following nonsense about baby’s nails is from “Notes on the Folk Lore of the Northern Counties of England;” Henderson: The baby’s nails must not be cu 4 till he is a year old. for fear he should grow up n thief, or. as they quaintly express it in Cleveland, “light fingered." The mother must bite them off. if need he. and in lo west of Northumberland it is believed that if the first parings are buried under an ash tree the child will turn out .“a top singer." The mention of the ash Is curious, for has it not been from very ancient times a sacred tree, supplying in its sap the first nourishment to the Gre cian hero, as now to the Celtic High lander? Nay, according to Hesiod. Zeus made the third or brazen race of hard ash wood —pugnacious and terrible —as Yggdresil, the cioud tree of the Norse man, out of which he believed the first man was made, was an ash. When the year of infancy Is past and baby’s nails may safe.y be given up to the scissors, care must be taken not to cut them on a Sunday or a Friday. Friday, of course, is an unlucky day, and as for Sunday, the old rhyme says: Better a child had ne’er been born Than cut hie naile on a Sunday morn. Another variation of the verse runs thus: a v \ Friday hair, Sunday born, Better that child had ne’er been born. And yet another: iwm. * Sunday shaven, Sunday shorn, Better hadst thou ne’er been born. Or at greeter length: Cut them on Monday, cut them for health; Cut them on Tuesday, cut them for wealth; Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for news; Cut them on Thursday, a new' pair of shoes; Cut them on Friday, cut them for sorrow; Cut them on Saturday, a present to-mor row ; But he that on Sunday cut his horn Better that he had never been born. It was at ihat Adamless Eden, # the Margaret Louisa. There arc all sorts and conditions of nice women, young, o,d. and middle-aged, married and single, but, says the New York Times, probably more often single, and the greater num ber of the self-supporting in one way or another, who go to the Margaret Lou isa for luncheon and dinner. There are dressmakers, milliners and stenographers and there are also many artists and writ ers, trained nurses, and other professions, more than one can mention in a breath, but nice looking women almost without exception, well dressed and well bred. So it was impossible to classify the three women who were talking over a late luncheon one day last week. "There Is nothing like a good-sized fam ily,” said the eldest woman, whose hair was snow white and made her look older than she probably was. “To be married and have no children is a misfortune. Don’t you think so?” she added after a pause to the small woman who sat at her right. The small woman was dressed in a pret ty little muslin gown. She was prepar ing herself for a dinner at Travers Isl and that night, eating a hearty luncheon not to disgrace her host with too big an appetite, she said. She finished one egg and called for another before she an swered. ’’Yes,” she said, hesitatingly, and then, brighiening up, “but it's lofs easier to bo an old maid.” ’’Oh, no,” said (he youngest of the three, deprecatingly, “think of the respect that is always given a married woman.” "But think of the unmarried woman who has all her own money to spend,” returned the little lady in muslin, defend ing her theory. "She has lots more clothes than most of the married women I know and liberty to do as she pleases.” ”No,” said the white-haired woman de cidedly, “there is norhing more miserable than to grow to middle age and be called ’Miss.’ ” "Very well." said the lit lie lady lightly, ‘Then all you have to do is to call your self ’Mrs.’ ” The debate was growing interesting, but Just then the maid appeared with the lit tle lady’s second egg, anti the conversa tion turned to a deep consideration of whether ft should be melon. Ice cream, or Washington pie for dessert. It was enough to show, however, that the Margaret Lou isa Eves nre not all Ahamless from prin ciple. At one time It seemed likely that *he fa mous Dowager Duchess of Aosta, Letltla, would reach the summit of her ambition, the throne of Italy. Humor had her be trothed to the young Duke of Aosta, who later became her stei>son, and who was madly in love with her before she mar ried his father. That was In 1888. This Duke of Aos'ta has Just become heir ap parent to the throne of Italy. He Is a cousin to the new King. The Duke overcame his attachment for Lettlia, who was always mixed up In some affair in spite of the iron hand of Hum bert. At any rule h" married Helen of Orleans, a daughter of the late Count of Paris, and a sister to the Queen of Portu gal. Many believe the new King Is doom ed to an early grave, and the next move In the royal chess game would bring Em manuel and Helen to the throne. This young Duke Is very hundsomo and dashing. The wife of the young King is said to be very Jealous of the Duke's beautiful wife, and certainly Letltla. the Dowoger Duchess of Aosta has much to repent of her mad conduct, which may tost her a throne. She has traveled In cognito on the Riviera and In Switzer land, living n wild life at times. She 4vas always found by royal messengeiw In time to prevent any scandalous rondure and hurried home to sleepy Turin, where the worst she could do was ride her bi cycle In u risque French costume. "Don’t stnd ycur daughter away from you to school," I heard a woman say ft rcely this summer; “I lent my daughter off to college She was awav from me five years, and when sir got back we wera completely out of touch. We haven t got a taste, or a thought, or a habit In common—rot even the same religion. I te l you a black yard full of college de grees wouldn’t pay for all the pleasure and happimsa we miss in not being com panions ” It reminded me. says Dorothy Dix in the New Oreans Picayun*. of a bit of scene I once witnessed, anti that has always lingertd in my memory with peculiar pa thos. A worthy couple of my acquaint ance had an only child, a girl to whom they *v re passionately devoted. They were plain peopl . but by thrift had ac cumulated a largo fortune, and were anx ious to give their daughter every advant age She spent live or six years at a fash ionable school in N*w Yoik and was fin ished 01T by a ccuple o.* years in Eu rope. In all that time the old couple had nly soon her for brief visits, and they looked forward to her final coming home as the event that was to crown their lives with happiness. I chanced to bo at the railroad station the day she arrived. The old mother, trembling with Joy, gave a halt-articulate cry, "My child" and rush ed towards her with opt n arms, but the tall Paris-made goddess stopped her with a look of utter scorn for such emotion. She advanced towards the old couple, and favored them with a high handshake, on a level with her oars “How do do. papa; how do do. mamma.” she observed calm ly. and that was nil. I don’t know what the girl knew about books, and music, and art. The only thing that seemed to matter at the moment was the tragedy of the old man and woman, who had edu cated their only daughter completely out of knowledge, and love, and sympathy with them. The standard hook of etiquette in Chi na was written by Lady Cho 2,700 years ago. Ladv Cho was the widow of a dis tinguished literary man of north China and after his death, was faithful to his memory Her husband’s brother was his torian of that dynasty, but when his wofk was half completed he lost his sight. The Emperor sent a messenger to him asking him who could fini h his book and the re ply was returner! that only his brother’s wife was capable of doing it. The Emper or sent for Lady Cho and she was con ducted in the greatest of state to the em peror’s palace. There she completed her brother-in-law’s work so satisfactorily that it is impossible to tell where the man left off and the woman Tvgan. Lady Cho afterward wrote “Instruction for Wo men and Girls,” which has even yet no rival In the hook she gave the duty of women from birth to death. There are chapters on “Instruction of Children by Mothers.” "Duty of Daughters to Par ents,” "Duty of Children to Teachers,” ‘ Filial Pieiy,” “Hospitality and How to Her ive Women Guests" and directions for earing for clothing, how to put it away at various seasons, how to prepare their husband's ford, reverencing their hus bands and reverencing their mothers-in law. The Fishermen’s Prayer- Lord God. Thy sea is mighty; Lord God, our boats are small; But Thy heart’s open haven Shall save us, each and all. God of the meek and lowly, Hod of the tempest-tried. Be with us when we strugle. And stand our whel beside. The grit and grace, oh, give us. Until life’s cruise shall close, To batten down the hatches And ride out all the blows. And when tly toll is ended, And when the fishing’s dons. Grant us in Thee to anchor. After a voyage well run! William Hale, In McClure’s Magazine for August. It Is not only in literature that there are plagiarists who appropriate and thrive on other people’s ideas:. Brilliant conversa tionalists. says the New York Tribune, of ten flaunt in borrowed plumage, which they have cleverly plucked from persons who have studied the questions discussed fur more deeply than those who express themselves so glibly. "It is hard,” said an Intellectual girl, “to have Maud, who never does more than skim over a book, calmly kidnap all my ideas about any new publication and pro duce them in company as her own. She dresses them up in lighter vein, which makes them all the more acceptable to society, and talks as If she had read and thought about the whole thing .Of course, I cannot claim the ideas, and. indeed, they are so twisted and altered that I would not want to own them, but all the same, they were mine originally, and she gets a cheap reputation of being a clever, well-read woman which she does not deserve in the very least." "Oh, 1 am not proud,” said Maud, phi losophically, not denying the impeach ment brought against her. “You read, and I talk; that Is the difference between us. 'Twould be a pity to let so much good ma terial go to waste for the soke of a little squeamishness. Besides. It is all In the family. What I do mind, however, is to take people’s Ideas and then be found out —lhat, I admit, is rather disagreeable. I don’t think it happens to me often, but it does sometimes, and the other day 1 had a bad quarter of an hour at Mrs. 1? 's dinner. I heard our dear, clever Ethel here tell of a man's witty account of a play which ended up with a little Joke neatly expressed. So I thought 1 would get the whole thing off on the person who hod taken me into dinner. He listened with great attention, smiled politely at my little fireworks at the end, and never for one. instant betrayed the fact that he was the author of the remarks. "Like a flash the consciousness of who he was came over me a few moments af terward. How could I have been so slu pid! I knew he was a man who hated shams, and that it behopved me Immedi ately to retrieve myself In his good opin ion. So I began: 'My conscience is ling me,' I said presently. ’lndeed,” he queried, looking amused. 'That little de scription of Mr. 's play was nol origi nal,' I proceeded. ’I wish,' (I went on, suddenly seeing an opportunity of still making capital out of the blunder) That I could only say anything half so witty'.' (My neighbor smiled complacently.) 'lt was told me by someone last week, but I could not find out who said it. Whoever it was he must be very clever. 1 should iike to met him.' ‘You need not go for,’ said my flattered partner, positively beam ing. T do not agree with you about Its MALARIA Cliillft nnil Fever, Fever and Affile loihj tiered. MM'S MIDI RELIEF Not only cures the patient seized with this terrible foe to settlers In newly set tled districts, where the Malaria or Ague exists, but If people exposed to it will, every morning on getting out of bed, take twenty or thirty drops of the Ready Relief In a glass of water, and eat, say, a eracker, they will escape attacks. This must be done before going out. There Is not a remedial agent In <he world that Will cure Fever and Ague and all other malarial, bilious and other fevers, aided by Railways Pills, so quickly as (Nttt fluid Uy all Draffafat. RADWAY & CO., 55 Elm St., S. Y. The People Appreciate Merit We judge so from the way they snap up our Bargains, and still “great crowds” show up every day. There is no fiction aboat tbe Bardins offered at Eckstein's. The Cools sold here are al ways “The Best,” and we sell as we promise and allow no misrepresentation. A RUN ON SHIRT WAISTS. The 50c and 75c Shirt Waists marked this week at 25c The 75c and $1 Shirt Waists marked this week at 39c The $2 and $2.25 Shirt Waists marked this vveek at 75c The very best and very nicest White Waists in town $2.50 A DROP IN WASH SKIRTS, The 59c and 75c White Duck Skirts selling now at 25c The $1 and $1.25 Linen Crash Skirts selling now at 50c The $1.50 and $2 Linen Crash Skirts selling now at 75c The Best Plain and Fancy Skirts selling now at SI.OO These Items Mean Bargains 1 T nn 50c Chlldreen's Parasols down to 250 Ja r' x ans oc 75c Children’s Parasols down to 390 i r n • fy a *7 $1.50 Children’s Parasols down to 850 IOC 133. Dy ciL *••••• 4 C $1.50 Men's Gloria Umbrellas down t0..950 t > t> , 1A $3.00 Ladles’ Fancy Parasols down to $1.50 I3OX i 3per at .• • • • • IvC $5.00 Ladies’ Fancy Parasols down to $2.50 t> i q 4. • ~ s7.‘At* Ladles’ Fancy Parasols down to $3.60 1 iICK 003 p 3t •••••• la*C The very best Fan’y Parasols down to $5.00 $7 Taffeta Silk Waist $3.98 $12.00 Ladies’ Tailor-made Suita at ...$5.44 _ T'nxxrf>l iti era at Ar $20.00 Ladles’ Tallw-mafle Suits at.... 57.88 - Koller J-OWelltlgS at -tC $7.50 Ladies* Taffeta Petticoats at $3.88 Cl * 4- # U> ‘ f # f A $10.90 Ladles’ Taffefa Bilk Waists at.. 55.98 ©flirting -UTIIItS cit .*tC $5.00 Imported Marseilles Quilts at $3.39 TT ~ 1 • r 4. $4.00 Pure Linen Dinner Napkins at $2.50 riatlakerCllieiS at 3C $4.00 Snow White Wool Blankets at s2.ti9 r , ~ $5.00 Ladles’ Rubber Coat, with cape, $3.33 U ailCy L/3CCS 3t ..••• • • • -3C $6.00 TS Blankets •• $3.99 10c Percales Gtyc Single Red Sheets 35e.il Nice Wash Rags 6c 10c Ginghams 6 l v Largest Size Sheets 60c j Pure Linen Doilies .... 5© 15c Percales 10c Hemstitched Sheets 88c Yardwide Bleach 5c 12c Dimities 7c 15c Art Scarfs, stamped 15c Fine Sea Islands 5c 19c Piques 10c SI.OO Scarfs and Squares 69c 1 Fine White Lawns 5c 15c Ducks 10c 10 yds of 24-tn. Diapers.s6c I Nainsook Checks 5o 10c Laces 5e R’dy Mosquito Canopies 75c Batiste Mulls 190 20c Laces 10c 8 yds pc. Mosquito Nets 35c | 25c Check Dimities 15c A SALE “MEN'S SHIRTS” Men’s cool, nice Fancy Shirts, worth 60c; selling BOW at 39c Men’s cool, nice Fancy Shirts, worth 65c; S(!lllB$ BOW al 44c Men’s cool, nice, Fancy Shirts, worth $1; selling BOW at 65c Men’s best Shirts, stiff and soft finish, selling now at $1 FRUIT LOOM BLEACH w r 7c Mail Orders Filled of above bargains tfiis entire vveek. GUSTAVE ECKSTEIN & GO. A ROSY COMPLEXION Adds Greatly to Woman’s Beauty. “LAIRD’S ROSE BLUSH” An entirely new liquid Toilet Preparation. Gives a natural, healthy, roey color lo the cheeks. Will not rub off unless washed with soap and water. Perfectly harmless. Its use defies detection. It will be mailed u;>on receipt of 50c in stamps. Geo. W. Laird & Cos., 9 East 43d st., New York. cleverness, but I happened to say if.' ‘Now, isn’t that extraordinary!’ I exclaimed. ‘How odd that I should have said that to you of all people! What unexpected coin cidences happen sometimes!’ ” Another awkward happening is to re peal some story of one’s own over more than oncte to the same individual, using the same well-turned phrases and small witticisms, and then In the midst of it to become suddenly conscious of what you are doing. Such reiteration is embarrass ing enough for young people, but to those who are middle aged ttys re is the added annoyance of feeling that the act of for getfulness may he ascribed to the laose of memory of advancing years—a subject upon which people of a certain age are most sensitive. There are very few social transforma tions, says the Philadelphia Times, that the magician “gold” cannot effect, accord ing to a lady well known In West End London circles; and it is perectly true that many' l ladies who are now moving In the inner circles of society, and some of whom are women with titles, having been floated in on their father’s gold. The process is simplicity itself, if candi dates are able and willing to pay a stiff entrance fee. It does not matter how bourgeois and “self-made” a man may be; If he wishes to introduce his daughter into good social circles, and is willing to pay handsomely for the introduction, it is the easiest thing in the world, assunir irg, of course, that the girl is not abso lutely Impossible. If, as frequently hap pens, she is a fairly attractive girl, of ‘good pense and natural refinement, her progress will be both easy and pleasant, arid if she falls to make good match it will probably be her own fault. I know intimately half a dozen women of rank, all titled women, with one ex- j ccption, all add very substantially to their j meagre incomes by giving such girls the ( necessary social training and cachet. Their own position in society is beyond : 41 estion, and anyone introduced by them i* equally received without question, even although the amiable fiction of introducing a protege as “a young cousin of mine” or ”th#* daughter of a dear old friend” may be transparent. In all but the most ex clusive circles th# thing Is known, and, if not exactly “winked at,” is taken for granted. The cost of an introduction depends largely, of course, on the rank of the in troducer and how much is expected of her. and may range from $2,500 to $10,00), w.th nn extra fee conditional on an ap proved marriage. In return for these fees the girl is received en fnmllle into her chaperon’s house and introduced to her set, and to as many eligible young men as possible. The unthinking portion of the public says a London letter In the New York' Mail and Express, is apt to look upon Kinas and Queens as beings rather too exalted 4o be blessed or cursed with or dinary human emotions, and I fancy Queen Victoria has for so long a time been a model of courage and fortitude un der adverse circumstances that we are apt to think that her iron will Is merged in nn Iron personality, little affected by outside Influences. That the great little Queen of England Is a very sympathetic and womanly woman, however, has been shown several times of late, and no inci dent more forcibly than a few days ago, when Capt. Towse of the Gordon High landers went to Windsor to receive the Victoria Cross which he had won at the battle of Mount That)a in the Transvaal. In this action both of his eyes were de stroyed, so that when he entered the Queen’s presence he was guided by his wife? until Just a few paces frdm Her Ma jesty’s chslr, when he stepfied forward alone and saluted. The sight was so pu thetlc that the Queen burst into tears, while sympathetic drops rolled down ths Cheeks of every man and woman In the room. The tears of old age do not come readily, and to a woman who, during her long life, has probably schooled herself In their repression they must be doubly trying. The fine ehord of human sym pathy and compassion had been struck with no uncertain hand, and the white haired Empress of India and Queen of Great Britain bowed before the physical sorrows of the young battle-scarred hero whose life has been practically ruined In her service. Queen Margherlta const! utes a very nO tahl' addition to the extarordlnarlly long list of royal and Imperlat widows, says a correspondent. In fact, it may be assert ed that there Is hardly a court In Europe where widows’ weeds do not form a con spicuous feature, desilntd In a way to remind Its members that above all tha brllllaney the pomp and grandeur which character ses It, there hovers always tha shadow of death. In Russia we find tha widow of Emperor Alexander 111 playing an Important iwjlltica! role, while the mor ganatic willow of the murdered Alexander IT, Princess Yourleffska, lives In extla abroad. In Germany there Is the widow of Emperor Frederick, whose political In fluence has become Irppalred by falling health, aid who. indred. Is reported to bo critically 111 with Bright’s disease. Spain Is wisely and carefully governed by a re g nt wlo Is the widow of King Alfonso XII, while In the neighboring Kingdom of Portugal the wldowtd Queen Pla may he said, like the widowed Czailna at St. Petersburg, to head n specif of opposl t on to the court and government of her son. The widowed Queen Emma' of Hol land, surrenderd a little more than a year ago to her now grown-up daughter. Quo n Wllhelmina. the reins of govern ment, which she had held as regent dur ing the minority of her child, and near by confined as a lunatic In the Belgian Chateau of Bouchort, Is the widowed Em pose of Mexico, who has been bereft of her reason ever since her husband was court-mardaled and shot In Mexico thir ty-three years ago. The Court of St. Jamas has sometlm<s been described as ’’th* court of widows," owing to the fact that not only Queen Victoria and two of her daughters, as well as a daughter-in-law, hut likewise the majority of her ladles ln-waltlng, are widows, while among oth er royal and Imperial widows may be mreitloned the Empress of the French, tha Empress of China, the Khedivlah mother and the widow of the reigning Prince of Servla, who was murdered In 1868. “Is there anything In yottr post,” tha beautiful girl asked, "that you have kept from me? Oh. Arthur, think before It la 100 late. Surely you cannot wish to make us both unhappy, as we should be if I were to learn after we are married that you had not told me all—that there was something you had kept back. Arthur!” she exclaimed, drawing away from him, "there Is—there Is something you have kept from me! You are pale, and you dars not look me in the eyes!" "Yes, Adelaide, It Is true. I have not told you all. It was not my fault. Be fore heaven I swear II! I had hoped that you might never need to know. You will learn to love some other. I can go away somewhere and drag out my days in shame and soriow." Then, woman like, she put her arms around his neck, looked up Into his strong, manly face, and said In a low, sweet voice: "Arthur, let me help you to bear your burden. Have 1 not promised to share all your Joys and sorrows? Perhaps X can forgive you and thus save both our lives from being wrecked.” With an effort he pulled himself to gether and replied: "My mother used to dress me as ‘Little I/ord Fauntleroy,’ and once she had my picture taken In that costume!” “My Wife Take* It.” "Oraybeard Is a family medicine with us,” said u prominent business man yes terday. “My wife takes It, and I notice she is enjoying better health than for years. The children keep well by taking It." Oraybeard may he obtained at all drug stores or write to us for It. Rrspesg Drug Cos., sole props., Savannah, Oa.—ad. 13