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A CROSS-COUNTRY SPIN.
A wayside inn, a blacksmith's forge,
A furnace flaring in the gorge,
A farm-house and a ruined mill,*
Tltp flood-gates gone, the big wheel
A lake with lilies on its breast,
A lime kiln on the hill’s sharp or st;
Such pleasing changes meet the eye
However fast the wheels go by.
The roar of train upon the bridge.
The rifle's crack beyond the ridge,
The plowman's whistle, the milkman’s song.
The farm dog’s baying, clear and strong,
The bleat of sheep, the roadster’s neigh,
The click of reaper on its way,
The songs of birds, the drone of hoes,
rill ear and heart with ecstacies.
Oft here and there a glimpse is caught
Of scenes with fun or folly fraught;
A cow, roused from her stupid sleep,
Aflok of panic-stricken sheep,
A horse that with a 1 Tightened snort
In frisky antics finds resort.
Hi? stupid driver, with jerk and curs*
Only makes the rampage worse.
A peacock spreads his gaudy tail,
A gobler's tinted crest grows pale,
A bumpkin on a farm yard gate
Btares at you with his mouth agape,
While from the hedge a rustic lass
Tlings kisses at you as you pass,
Not that she’s forward with the men,
But knows you'll never meet again.
O'er dusty roads, amid green trees
That flin;x sweet odors to the breeze,
Aieng ravines where, when ’ti.s late,
The jay calls harshly to his mate,
By red-grown swamps where phantoms walk,
And bitterns in the dimness stalk,
By brook ets flashing in the sun.
By fields in russet clad, and dun-
Bast churches in the woodland shade,
And graveyards where the dead are laic
Past orchards with their fruitage ripe,
And green lanes swiftly lost to sight—
Thus onward o'er the ground we speed,
Exhilarating sport, indeed!
As to the bird with outspread wings.
It vigor to the muscles brings.
—Frank H. Stauffer, in Detroit Free Press.
EMIT OF TYNE DALE.
A STORY OP OLD ENGLAND.
It was a time and country of arms.
Valor wa- the saint by whom all swore,
and no death was l'cared save a death on
the straw. And with valor ruled song.
When the clash of swords was for a
moment stilled, minnesingers and min
strels sang of the sweetness of love: are
not the tenderest blossoms of the year
those that are fostered by the snow
drift?
The Tower of Tynedale had had its
baptism of blood and consecrations of
Bong more frequently, it may well be,
than any oih r castle within the same
horizon bounds, for it stood on disputed
ground. It was a defiance lmstone ilung
down by an early Tynedale, and many a
time bad the Jiranksome men dashed
themselves against it in vain assault.
Once indeed, the portals had traitorously
yielded, and the banner of lhe hated
house ol the as ailants had taunted the
scattered Tvnedales from thebattlemeDts
of their own tower. That dishonor had
been wiped out iu the desperate courage
of the recapture, but its memory roused
to new life the old family leud, which
had its birth in the buried past.
It was the thought of that unforgotten
shame that made more iol'ty the bearing
of the lord of Tynedale as he entered
the demesne to which a long absence
had made him well nigh a stranger. The
laugh;er of his retainers, who found
it joy enough to feel the shadow of
Tynedale oaas once more above them,
seemed to his ear but to mutiie the
angry mutter of defeated men. His
steed, responding to his unconscious
touch, bounded forward, and carried
him in advance of his train to the open
ing in the forest that commanded a dis
tant. view of the touer.
And there the sunbeams that flashed
from spear-head and sparkled from the
jeweled dresses of lady fair and gallant
knight and wa ting esquire sauk iuto
shadows amid tire folds of the Braak
some banner, which Branksome hands
had flung once more from the battle
ments of Tynedale Tower. Dark and
sullen hung the silkeu folds heavy with
shame -Did dark grew the brow of the
lord of Tynedale, dark even as the
shadows « f the forest, when that mes
sage met his eve.
An iuUi: erent forester, to whom it
mattered little whether the flag of the
tower were gules or argent, told the brief
tale of the day’s foray. An attack, a
surprise, a wea r defence, a few hours of
desperate hand-to-haud fighting within
the old walls, and then the sunset with
its revelation; that was all.
ALD It' cuu.uil , mill \\ US all.
The party camped hastily.
“We aie helpie-s,” said the old lord,
bitterly, •• within those walls a handful
may la gh at a host; without, a handful
like this would be but a dash of su timer
raindrops on the stones. False stones,
they prote t foe and friend alike. ”
TLeu spoke Edwy, the heir of Tyndale.
“My io.'d and father, an it please you,
I will i ntcr the tower. My harp will be
my passport, for a minstrel hath free
warrant to hall and bower. Once
within, it will go hard but 1 lind means
to open the gates to our men ere the
morning.”
The id lord’s eye flashed. He felt the
fever of youth throb in his veins for a mo
ment; then it pas-ed, but he beheld his
ow n spiiit kindiing keen and high in the
dauntless youth who laced him
“Go, my chiid. The honor of Tyne
dale i= in your hands.”
So it shortly came to pass that a gay
young min-trel boldly demanded ad
mittance tor his harp and himself at the
gate where i dwv. of Tyneda e, might
not pass ior his life. A rude welcome
greeted him from the hall.
git'cttu mm Hum linn.
“ Enter, thou minsticl lad. Such a
day as this hath merited a night of song.
What ballads hast tliou that are newt’’
“Ballads new and old in plenty to
pleasure tbe lords of Tynedale Tower,”
answered Edwy calmly, resting his harp
near tbe board about which lounged the
dark men of branksome, pledging their
victory in tankards of Tynedale ale. At
his feet, trampled and stained, lay the
silken banner of his house, rudely torn
from the battlement. But no one saw
the fire that smouldered uuder Edwy’s
lowered iids.
“Sing, harpor. and Oswald shall dance
the morrow.”
i dw. had already noted the bound
figure of Oswald, an ancient ser
vitor of the house, who listened
unmoved to the rude jests and
taunts of the soldiery. Once, at the
first tone of Kdwy’s voice, a quiver
passed over his blood-stained cheek, but
lie raised not his eyes from the floor.
Grim, stern, silent, he waited, and if he
strained his iron muscles against the
cords till he felt them slip and yield, no
one heeded. The youth with his harp
was more diverting than the impassive
prisoner, whom their savage gibes moved
not.
“A song! a song! After the battle
cry, the madrigal.”
Edwy’s lingers had been straying over
the strings of the harp, waking those
low, soft murmurs that musicians love.
Now. with a free hand, he struck the
ringing chords, and no one save Oswald
heard aught but careless melody in the
young voice that filled the hall.
As Edwy finished the song, he lifted
his eyes and s juarely encountered an in
tent gave, which he seemed to have felt
before he turned. He saw a mere boy,
whose fair, floating hair and gravely
sweet face made him seem as apart from
these dark-visaged men of blood as a
saint stepped down from the stained
windows of some cathedral.
Once before that boyish face with its
halo of golden hair had held Edwy's eye,
and with a lightning flash of memory
that earlier meeting was recalled. It
was a lonely spot on the mountain side,
and the fearless boy, with failing
strength, was holding at b|iy an antlered
stag. Had Edwy’s trusty spear swerved
then or lingered, no morrow had ever
smiled on the brave hunter. Now in
the deep look, more potent than speech,
that held their eyes locked for a moment
ere they swerved aside, Edwy read that
he was known
His fingers trembled as he struck slow
fragments of music from the obedient
strings, and there was a ringing in iiis
ears that sounded like the battle-cry of
the Branksomes. Then the blood surged
back to his heart and he lifted his daunt
less Tynedale face to his foes. Trapped
and at their mercy he knew himself, but
at least he could show them how the
Tynedales were wont to die. The liquid
drops of music shivered into a sharp si
lence as his hand forsook the strings to
rest lightly on the short sword at his belt,
while liis haughty glance swept the hall.
But there was r.o answer to his sileut
challenge, and now in the averted face of
the boy he read not the triumph of an
enemy, but the grieved perplexity of a
child.
Edwy understood. That the boy re
membered his benefactor’s face was
proved past doubt in that first long gaze,
and now his troubled silence revealed
that he remembered the bene
faction also. But silence was hard
for Edwy’s beating heart to bear, and
striking the chords sharply, he gave to
measured music the tumultuous words
that throbbed in his brain. The carouse
about the board was somewhat hushed,
but Edwy sang only for the boy, whose
drooping eyes could not bear the stead
fast gaze he bent upon them.
“Lone is tbe mountain path,
Dark is tbe glen,
Fierce is the antlered stag,
Hater of men.
Hapless the hunter now,
Lacking his spear.
Woo to the hunter lad.
Death draweth near.
Long may the maiden wait.
Stifling her moans;
In the loan mountain glen
Whiten his bones.”
The hoy shuddered and met 'W y’s
look pleadingly. One word from those
beardless lips and the minstrel had sung
his last strain, but the word was not
spoken. Edwy read the conflicting
emotions that held him
with that sense of power that is
of strong souls, he knew his own dom
ination over the heart he had preserved.
In one fierce moment he grasped the
full strength of life. The little band
waiting his signal without, the walls
that even now echoed to the laughter of
the foes of his house, all rested on his
power to hold and control the will of the
child who now raised questioning
eves dO his, as asking counsel.
The buttle courage flushed his dark
cheek as he once more touched his harp.
He must sing, as he had fought, for his
life and the honor of Tynedale.
‘‘Faithless are lovers, but lovers are many?
Maidens are cruel, but hearts heal amain;
Thankless are beggars, who take the drink
penny,
Few hold remembrance while one moon
may wane.
C'hiefest in infamy whom may we call?
Ingrate of ingrates and king of them all?
Who but the traitor to friend and to honor?
Who but the dastard th it, druhken with
strife,
Strikes at the bosom that succored and saved
him.
Offers him death who hath rendered him
life?
Dead in dishonor or living in shame,
Bards shall remember the dastardly
name.”
Edwy ceased. Had he lost or won in
the game where the stake was life? The
boys’s grave eyes glowed w’ith a clear
light, aud as the impetuous strain sank
to silence, he drew the harp from Edwy’s
arm.
“Methinks your songs ring not true,
fair harper. There be blacker traitors
than he who siays even a friend.”
And witli a mournful yet steadfast
look he gave in song his answ’er to
Edwy’s challenge:
“Youthful knight, I charce thee well
Guard the banner that thou bearest-
Though it leads to blackest hell.
Though o'er naked swords thou farest;
Though thy life, thv friend, thy soul,
Doomed be to endless dole.”
Edwy had lost. As the verse ended
with a tremble, the two stood silently
side by side, watching th 3 quivering
strings. The last faint vibration died
away, and with eyes that seemed not to
see, the boy step ed forwuvrd and raised
his hand imperiously for silence. But
Edwy was before him.
i uwy was otaure mm.
“Nay, boy, there shall be no need. I
saved thee once from death, I will save
thee now from ingratitude.”
Snat hing up the silken banner of his
hou-e he wound it as a shield about his
left arm, and with drawn sword he
planted his back against a friendly wall.
“Yemen of Branksome, heard ye ever
melody like this before?”
And lifting his clear voice, the battle
song of the Tynedales rung oat over the
heads of the conquerors with defiant
boldness.
“A Tynedale! a Tynedale! and m rry St.
Andrew to aid!
While blood may flow or edge may bite, a
Tynedale wields the blade!
While heart can beat or eye can see, a Tyne
dalo fronts the fray!
A Tynedale! a Tynedale! St. And five wins
the day!”
There was a hush like death; then the
wide hall echoed and re-echoed with a
“Death to the Tynedale!” and fifty
swords cashed their menace out; fifty
foemen, wild wnh hate, leaped to face
him. Then they paused, awed by the
dauntlessness of the proud youth, whose
eyelid never quivered. He would die,
but not alone. A moment, and they
closed upon him, while fashing steel on
i steel struck fire. A shriek, a groan, but
j not from Edwy’s lips; a narrowing eir
j cle of sword-points, yet with guard and
thrust Edwy held his own. He felt the
blood flow from his breast, tbe wall
seemed to weaken and yield, and gasp
ing out “A Tynedale!” he sank to the
fioor.
Was it the echo of his voice, or the
wild-heart blood beating in his ears?
His last words were caught up and re
peated :
“A Tynedale to the rescue’ A Tyne
dale !”
Then for Edwy came silence.
But not for the hall. Through the
portal sprang Oswald, leading the Tyne
dale men, who had waited without in
the shadows for Edwy’s signal. The
signal had come, but from Oswald’s
hand, at the moment when the defiance
of the minstrel in the hall had left the
door unguarded.
Hand to hand and knee to knee they
fought about the board; but the cry of
“Strike for Edwy!” made the Tynedales
irresistible. The mead had not ceased
to flow from the overturned tankards be
fore Tynedale Tower again floated the
banner they unwound from Edwy’s arm.
Then Oswald lifted Edwy’s head and
staunched the wound in his breast. The
blue eyes slowly opened.
“Edwy, lad, how is it with thee?”
Edwy laughed.
“I’ faith, Oswald, I fear me my harp
must lie idle for many a day. But is
the boy safe?”— Lily A. Long ,, in Over
land.
Egyptian Plague of Flies.
I watched a chiid of about two and a
half years, say t arter Harrison, writing
to the Chicago Mail from Egypt, enjoy
ing a crust of bread. There were about
it a swarm of flies, and I do not exag
gerate when 1 say two or three dozen
were on its face at one time, in patches
as big as half a dollar, about the eyes
and mouth. It would screw up its eyes
when they threatened to go in. I thought
some must have gone into its mouth with
the bread. It did not seem at all an
noyed. I saw a sleeping child on the
street, whose face was almost black with
the insects. It smiled as if angels were
whispering in its ears. I have seen men
talking pleasantly together while a dozen
flies would be promenading about their
faces. I asked a man how he could
stand it. “Mashallah! They don’t
bother me,” was his reply. This has
made the fly bold, and he seems unable
to understand what a foreigner means
when he tries to drive them off. He has,
too, remarkably prehensile claws, and
keeps them keen and sharp when taking
constitutional walks over European
countenances. It was probably the
knowledge of this quality which made
these people pronounce it bad luck to
drive them off. They found it best to
educate tbe masses to bear the infliction
and to get used to it. Nearly all the
religious and semi-religious prohibitions
and usages of the people of the world
probably had their origin in some ma
terial benefit. The cow was hard to
raise in India. The cow was most neces
sary—so the wise priesthood made her
sacred and thus preserved her. Hogs,
flesh was subject to diseases in Egypt
and Syria, so the hog was made relig
iously unclean amjCpfested with devils.
The Sleeper of Saltpetrlere.
Tbe Parisian Eudoxie Adelouin, the
sleeper of the Saltpetriere,has awakened
from her long sleep, which was con
tinued without a moment’s interruption
for nineteen days. She had a slumber
of fifty days early in the year in the
hospital where she now is, and has been
for many years. While she was on both
occasions sleeping relays of medical men
kept watch by her bedside. Some hours
before her second period of somnolence
ended she showed great nervous agita
tion, often started aud had intermittent
fits of trembling. She at length opened
her eyes in the midst of a burst of loud
laughter, which continued for about ten
minutes. During that time she stared
fixedly, and appeared, though laughing
so hard, as if under some painful appre
hension.
Then she spoke as if she were ad
dressing her mother, who was not with
her, in an endearing manner, and on
being handed a glass said; she only saw
her mother’s image in it. Ehe has since
become quite cheerful, but seems to
have hardly any ideas save those sug
gested to her by the doctors. Contrary
to what is observed in most hysterical
subjects the sense of taste remains while
she is under the influence of suggestion.
i'lius, if she is given aloes and tqld it is
sugar she will swallow it, but make a
wry face to show dislike. If told to
drink water from a champagne glass shs
shows exhilaration, and if a package
which Dr. Yoisin says contains an
emetic is put into her hand she has
violent fits of nausea. —London News.
The Queen's New Chair.
Since the Queen met with a slight
accident at Windsor and sprained her
knee she has not been ablo to stand com
fortably for any long period, and at
drawing rooms, although appearing to
stand, she has really been sitting on %
cleverly-arranged chair of crimson and
gold. This year another and lower
chair was substituted for some reason or
other, with the result that several ladies
nearly tumbled over when they kissed
hands, as the Queen was sitting so ex
ceedingly low that it was quite a gym
nastic exercise to bend down to her
hands.— London Truth.
The Iron Duke's Confession.
The reminiscences of the gieat Duka
of Wellington give some idea of his
wonderful activity when in the field.
“For many years in the peninsula,” he
once said, “I undressed seldom; in the
first four years never. I slept five or six
hours; sometimes two or three. In India
it is not the custom to undress; I never
did. In Spain I nbver marched the sol
diers more than twenty-five miles a day;
in India I once marched the troops
enty-two miles in a day.”
' ATONEMENT BY TORTURE.
A FANATICAL ARABIC RELIGIOUS
OBSERVANCE IN ALGIERS-
A Sect Who Do Penance For Sins
By Torturing Themselves With
Fire and Sword.
An Algiers letter to the New York
Commercial Advertiser describes the
dance Aissoni, a secret religious cere
mony observed by a sect of fanatic
Mahommedans. We quote from the
letter as follows: “Imagine ifti open
couit paved in red tiles, an arcade all
around, and above a balcony supported
by pillars. On three sides there were’
rooms opening from the court, on the
fourth a flight of steps aud benches ar
ranged on either >ide along the wall. By
the dim light in the surrounding rooms
we could perceive figures arrayed in
costly silks and white, gently swaying
ba k and foith as if unconscious of any
thing but the scene before them These
were spectators and pilgrims, and some,
the guide told us, belonged to noble
and wealthy families in Algiers. From
the balcony above peered anxious
women’s faces, veiled to the eyes. These
women kept tip a continual low moan,
ahd occasionally joined in the most un
earthly yell. But the main interest cen
tered iu the court below, where a dozen
or more natives squatted on the ground
in a circle, swaying, howling, shouting
or laughing in a fiendish manner as the
spirit moved them, beating with unceas
ing sameness of tune upon their tam
tams an even, monotonous noise, per
formed with head, elbow and hand. In
the centre of the group was a small
arrangement of stones and tiles (perhaps
an altar;, on either side of which were
two chunfrets of red hot coals. Attached
to the piliows on all four sides of the
court were flaring oil lamps which threw
a weird, uneven light upon the circle be
low, but so arranged that our corner
beneath the balcony was entirely *in
shadow -and was quite unobserved by the
excited participants in the fete. They
seemed unconscious of our entrance, and
a great clay water jug shielded us from j
the view beyond. The scene was bar
barious in the extreme—the deafening
sound of the tarn tarns, the shouting of
the men, the moaning of the women,
with now aud then that terrible savage
scream which began in a high note and
sank gradually away to a chatter such as
monkeys give as they lean their heads
against the bars of their cages.
After an interval one of the players
was “inspired by Aissa.” With a yell
he threw aside his tambour, rushed into
the centre of the ring, commencing a
frantic dance. The Makaddan (head of
the order) arose, and taking his burnous
from his shoulders, endeavored to en
fold the now contorted brother therein,
but with fearful violence the other
seized it, wound it about his person,
tossed it over his head and stamped it
under his feet. The noise of the drums
grew louder as the subject became more
frantic. We clung to our seats in cold
terror as the voice of our guide came to
us in a calm whisper: “No matter what
happens—only keep cool; they will not ,
harm you!” Now another has become
“inspired.” The monkey screams are
repeated again and agair. There are
two now throwing themselves in mani
acal ecstasy; the burnous is between ,
them; a bunch of broom is thrown into
the ring; both struggle for it; between
them it is lighted iu the lurnace; their
hands and arms are thrust into the
flames; one has also seized a bundle of
dry flax, has ignited it, and to my hor
ror I see him press the flaming mass to
his bare chest and into his open mouth.
Soon he falls exhausted and another
takes his place. This one seizes
a red-hot iron from the fire; it
burns his hair; smoke arises; 1 see him
draw his hands across it, and lay it on
his foot with yells and howls of pain;
the master carries him away, and im
mediately another rushes forward. I
have had enough and would leave the
terrible scene; but this last fanatic
fascinates me. He is young and beauti
fully built. His white “gandoura” aud
blue and gold jacket seem one garment
as he whirls past me into the court, hair,
arms, clothing, one dizzy whole. What
will he do—what can he do more than
the others? There is a cactus plant
growing in a jar in one corner of the
court, a species of prickly-pear, with its
tough leaves covered thickly with long
thorns. This he seizes, as his wild
dance brings him in its vicinity. The
weird music swells and falls as the
victim throws himself on the ground be
side the fire. Crouching low before the
altar, he places his forehead on the
ground, and, thus humilitated, he raven
ously devours the thorny petals. As if
this were not enough, he springs again
to his feet, and, seizing one of the pots
of coals, he twirls it about his head
until the surface is glowing red. The
Makaddan kneels beside it. In a second
the cruel deed is done, and we see the
gray impression of the boy’s naked foot
upon the red hot fire, while he is off and
away with a cry of fiendisii joy, and,
unlike his predecessor, he takes his
place among his fellows, apparently
without paiu. It is too dreadful, too
uncanny to recount the spiked
iron thrust into the flesh, the
knotted cord, the jagged. sword-
~ .i"on
blade. One would have forced out his
eye, but Mohammed, by the mouth of his
servant Makaddan, forbids the deed.
Another threw himself upon a sword,
and a gray haired man played with fire
as if it were harmless as earth. - There
came a murmur among the spectators,
the first I had heard, and the word
“Scorpion!” fell upon my ear. Truly I
had never expected to behold that most
terrible of reptiles, whose sting is instant
death and whose touch is sure poison.
But it was true. They brought them in
an earthen vessel, and I must confess
that American curiosity got the better
of American manners, for “see them”
we would, and see them we did. In
color a pale pink, in form long and nar
row, with many legs and a squirming
sidewise motion like a crab. We shiv
ered as the things were carried past; but
horror of horrors was reached, when a
fine tall fellow seized one, fearlessly tore
it to pieces and devoured it before our
eyes. His motions were already so
| violent that I was anxious to witness
! what further effects the scorpion woulu
produce, but in trying to investigate the
| subject of scorpions we had pressed for
i ward from our shadowy cover. Alas for
us! in seeing we had been seen. The
■ effect was instantaneous; but, in respect
I to our self-esteem, I will say we left with
more haste than dignity. The truth 19
they let the scorpions ecsape in our
midst f and for days afterward each
member of that clandestine party of vis
itors to the dance “Aissaoui” imagined
every passing sensation the warning
throb of coming dissolution, and an im
aginary death from scorpion poisoa
haunted us constantly.
! NEWS AND NOTES FOR WOMEN.
Lady Dudley sleeps in black silk
sheets.
Little women must e-chew Huffy trim
! inings.
Moire is the popular silken material
for parasols.
impress Elizabeth of Austria now
ride - a tricycle.
The frilled “bed gown” of the olden
time has been revived.
Many of the newest hats seem to aim
at the flower-garden effect.
Sunshades are so i rillnint they can be
seen a mile with the naked eye.
Mrs. Hamilton Douglas, of Atlanta, is
the only woman lawyer in GL-orgia.
Oxford-ties of black patent leather are
the must fashionable for the promenade.
The newest undervests are of white
crepe de chine embroidered in moss rose
buds.
A monument to the Empress Maria
Theresa has just been unveiled in
Vienna.
A wide velvet belt, with “bell pull’
ends, is fashionable with summer muslin
gowns.
Princess Alexandria of Greece will
marry the Czar of Russia’s youngest
brother.
“I utty” is one of the season’s fashiona
ble shades, and a very pretty tone of
warm gray.
Last year in Norton, Kan., there were
fifty-eight women who voted. This
year there were 150.
A novel fan is made of herons’ plumes
and ostrich feathers. The heron aigrette
is used with the plumes.
Aloire under-slips are considered the
moist effective foundation for lace drap
eries, either black or white.
Black wraps aie likely to prevail this
summer, as but very few colored ones
are shown by leading houses.
At one of the metropolitan weddings
a novelty was the introduction of mar
ried men as best man and ushers.
Airs. J. Gould, wife of the New York
millionaire, rides down town in a Broad
way car and goes shopping afoot.
Aliss Annie Alc(fc>rmick, of Hawkins
ville, Ga., can play simultaneously two
tunes on a piano and sing a third.
Argonia, Kansas, under its woman
mayor, has passed a peaceful year, with
only two cases on its police docket.
Tanned leather low-laced shoes, worn
with black silk stockings, are favored,
but tend to make the foot look larger.
The wheat ear has well nigh displaced
the quill or deadbird as the one universal
and all prevailing garniture of headgear.
MrS. Oscar "Wilde wears green. She
has suits of all the shades of green, with
hats, gloves, boots, and parasols to
match.
New golden arrows for the hair have
the point removable, to be put in place
after the shaft is thrust through ’the
coiffure.
A velvet gown with hand-wrought
dragon fl es, life size, draped sparsely
over it, is among Worth’.s latest notable
creations.
Straw round hats are most incongru
ously garnished with much point d’ esprit,
net and aigrettes and garlands of leaves
and flowers.
Broad-brimmed straws of coarse qual
ity, trimmed with poppies and corn
flowers, are in great favor for early
morning wear.
A thick band of shaded rose petals,
held in place by green leaves and ribbon
loops, is a new and favorite garniture for
evening gowns.
To the so-long-worn veils of spotted
tulle just reaching to the nose, have suc
ceeded these of spider-web that are even
more becoming.
Aliss Amelie Rives, the authoress, is
said to have been overwhelmed with
offers of marriage since her portrait was
published recently.
Inexpensive dresses for summer ar
made of barred muslin, which is againe
iu favor, with belted blouses and full
round gathered skirts.
A lady appeared on Regent street
London, lately with a hat described as
“two feet high,surmounted by an eagle’s
feather, making an additional foot.”
Alany lace jabots, decorated with flots
of ribbon, strands of rain fringe, head
pendants, and applique embroideries,
decorate all kinds of summer dresses.
Alixed flowers are stylish if not artistic,
and upon lace head gear, which must be
of the lightest, should look as though
they had been merely dropped in place.
The Methodist General Conference de
cided to establish an order of deaconesses,
in spite of the opposition of Ur, Buckley,
who thought it was giving too many
privileges to women.
Mrs. Ruth McEnery Stuart, the latest
writer of negro dialect stories, lives in
New Orleans. She is a young woman,
tall, dark haired and fine looking. She
has only recently taken up literary work.
Just as it is the correct thing for a
widow not to wear a veil at her second
marriage, so it is considered the proper
caper for young ladies who marry
widowers to wear a bonnet and high
dress.
Princess Bernadotte, the Miss Munck
1 for whom Prince Oscar, of Sweden, re
nounced his rights of royalty, lias been
taken into the King’s favor. She wears
the cross of the family order of her
husband’s family, a distinction hitherto
accorded only to royal Princesses.
Two big buttons or one at the throat
of a loose front cutaway jacket, falling
off from a waistcoat fastened with a
closely set line of small gold, silver or
cat’s eye buttons, assist in the make-up
j of a pretty and becoming bodice for a
little woman or one of medium height.
Engagements in France are never
j long. Three or four months is the usual
limit, just about time enough to get the
trousseau ready. As a general thing in
this country, and especially in Phila
delphia, young engaged couples do not
begin to think of wedding preparations
until a year has elapsed.
A Silly Little Girl.
A woifian weighing something li! ; «
200 pounds came into the Grand Cen
tral Station the other day clinging to
the bony arm of a little man who prob
ably tipped the beam of ninety in his
winter clothing.
He led the way to the ladies’ waiting
room, deposited the lady in two chairs,
and started out.
“You won’t be gone long, will you,
dearie?” she gasped out. “I feel so
timid.”
“No, darling; I’ll be right back,
don’t worry about me.”'
“Oh, I shall, dearie; I can’t help it,
and I dread' being left alone.” '
“Well, I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“Oh, do; I feel so nervous.”
He was gone fifteen minutes and
when lie reached her side again, she
tried to tumble into his arms, and said
sweetly and childishly.
“Oh, Harry ! You were gone an age.
I was so frightened ! Ah, Harry, you
will find that you have married a very,
very silly little girl ."--Tid-Bils.
Historical Spot.
Cronstadt, where the young emperor
of Germany is visiting the. Czar, is the
principal station of the Baltic fleet of the
Russian navy, and was created by Peter
the Great. It is situated on a bay of the
Gulf of Finland, and guards the approach
to St. Petersburg. It is strongly forti
fied aud is a city of about 50,000 inhabi
tants. Among it 3 architectural attract
ions is the castle of Pet- rhof, the scene
of the festivities in honor of Emperor
William, which was begun by Peter the
Great about 1720 and named in hishonor.
There are many relics of that famous
monarchs in the castle, and some of the
trees in the garden wire planted by
Peter himself.
Got a Back-Set.
i
Alilk shakes have received a set-back
in Pittsburg, Pa. That city has a Sun
day law which does not permit the sale
of intoxicating liquors on Sunday, and
prohibits ttie sale ot milk, though per
mitting its delivery on that day. The
proprietor of the Fulton market was re
cently arrested and fined §25 and costs
for vending milk shakes, although the
great temperance agitator and orator,
Francis Murphy, and the chief of po
lice appeared in favor of the milk shake.
The average length of a Wall street
career is said to be ten years. In that
time the means or vital energies of most
men are consumed in the furnace of spec
ulation. The number of those who hold
out twenty years is feiv, and fewer still
is the number who can bear the excite
ment for a longer period.
Cured of Malaria.
23 Florida St., Elizabeth; N. J., I
March 17,1884. I
I have been using Allcock’s Porous Plas
ters for the last five years, tome two years
ago, after having been sick for upwards of six
mouths with malaria, I fo md myself with an
enl.rged spleen, dyspeptic, and constantly
trouble l with a headache, and my kidneys did
not act very well either. Having spent most
of my money for medicine and medical advice,
I thought to save expense I would use All
cock’s Porous Plasters, two on the small of
my back, one on the spleen or ague cake, and
one on the pit of the stomach, just under the
hr. astbone. I continued using the Plasters
about thirty days, changing them every week.
At the end of that time I was perfectly well,
and have remained so ever since.
George Dixon.
Beer was prescribed for a horse in Chicago,
and it died of delirium tremens.
Yes, he loves you now, ’tis true,
Lass with > yea of violet blue.
Lips as sweet as honey-dew.
Bonny little bride!
Will he love you as to-da -.
When jour bloorr s fled away.
When v ur golde «.s are gray.
Will h s lovf .ne?
Yes. if it is the tru nd it will survive all
the inevitable was .nd changes of life. But,
it is every woman’ nesire and uuty to retain,
as long as she cat the attractions that made
her charming anc beloved in youth. No one
can keep her youthful bloom or equable tam
per if weighed down and suffering from female
weakness and disorders. l)r.Pierce’s Favorite
Prescription is a remedy for these troubles.
Sold by druggists.
Dr. Evans the famous dentist of Pari-, will
present a statue of LaFayette to the city.
The remedy for baldness recently discovered
by H. A. Feehter, of New Haven, Conn., seems
to be almost infallible. It is performing'some
wonderful cures, and physioiaus are watching
its effects with much interest. Acircular giv
ing the history of its discovery can be ob
tained free, by writing to the discoverer.
Human bones are shipped from Africa to
Australia to be used as fertilizers.
ATjOflensive Breath
Is most distressing, not only to the person af
flicted if he have any pride, but to those with
whom he comes in contact. It is a delicate
matter to speak of, but it has parted not only
friends but lovers. Bad breath and catarrh
are inseparable. Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy
cures the worst cases,as thousands can testify.
Oatmeal and water is a refreshing and
strengl hening drink for men working in heat.
Do you want • REISS'* Inspirator?
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