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300 D CHEER. “What's the good word to-day, my friend? What's the good word to-day?” A flower blooins in a poor man's cot; A poet breathes a golden thought; These make the old world gay, my friend. These make the old world gay. A babe laughs as the angels may; A tearful sinner kneels to pray; These make good cheer, to-day, my friend, These make good cheer to-day. —Lucy A. Hayes, in lour Vs Companion, DORA'S ROMANCE. I had rea hed the mature age of 2(3 years without achieving any other dis tinction in life than a place as proof reader in a publishing house. That may seem a small honor to the uninitiated, but my work was intellectual and very comprehensive. How 1 secured my place I need not relate. It was after a hard and long fight for it, which I began at 1!) years. Till then I had been a ward of char ity, wearing in my baby days the blue check apron of the Foundlings’ Horae. I was educated at the expense of the church, and when I first tried my small Btreng.li ngamst the world it was as copy holder in a great, publishing house. I was able to earn sls per week—after seven years. lam little of a pessimist, and my life lias not been given over to melancholy, but to work. I give ten hou;s of each day to my task. That ab so. be 1 my energy, broke my spirit and will and left me tired and depressed. I climb “d the flights of stairs to my work in the morning, taking mv way through rooms full of human beings struggling for daily hi end against greater odds than 1, and who even envied me. Five years of this life will render the hopeful woman strong minded and cyn ical. She will need the unlovely strength she develops in a city that harbors and gives subs.stence to -40,000 bachelors, .torty thousand strong men, who smoke and cat, sleep and pursue their solitary lives, spending yearly means enough to keep up homes. And where every morn ing 4:t,000 women tramp hurriedly through our streets, a terrible army,each with her face set t iward some store,o.flee or workshop. These women do not seek health nor strength nor womanliness— they must lose those better elements. They will not win wages eno-gh to keep them through chance sickness nor certain old age—not one in a thousand does that. They will not be made better, mentally or morally, by cease ! ess toil. They will only clothe and feed them sel es, that they may come on the mor row and again, till their faces are pinched ana bloodless and the gr ace of youth has left them; till they are not fit for wives and mothers, for they are old and sad,and each of the 40,000 bachelors wants a wife whose temper is sunny and sweet and who does not. know the world as well as these workingwomen do. There was a time in my life when I tried the nun-like life of a Young Woman's Home, a home reared and up held by good women for those who, like me, were homeless, and oh! no soul could have been more desolate than mine within its walls. I ate and drank and slept and went my daily round, made more wretched at the sight of my struggling sisters who were not so well equipped for the battle of life as I, and then i fled from the “home” into the Ch.cago boarding house. I found one on Michigan avenue, kent by Mrs. Mc- Gillicuddy. My lieme life was at least independent. .Mrs. McGillicuddy’s heart was honest and kind, her little parlors were tidy, her table bore wholesome fare. There was only her daughter, Josie, who owned the piano, and Jack, the McGiilicuddy son and heir, who troubled or and from the son and daughter and piano I could always retreat to my room. It was new to me to take a holiday, but one morning I slept til! long after the whistles had ceased to blow. I could not have reached my proof room even at eight, so I wandered out lazily into the June sun, over the city and toward the north side. I reached the bridge at State street and stepped upon it as it swung to give pas-age to a panting little steamboat. There was only one person on the bridge, a gentleman. lie stood quite near me = as we swung slowly out over the river. He might have been 135 or so. He was broad shouldered and jolly-locking and a little sun-browned. He looked at me earnestly, and I noticed that he had keen, honest, hazel eyes. But, to my amazement, he pronounced my name and held out his hand. “I am A\ alia- e Adams,” he explained: ifc. were a schoolmate of my sister Ida H&t Westfield. I met you there. I was |Kure I conld not be mistaken.” W “ T , ha ) ten years ago,” I stam mered feeling my years suddenly rise up before me. “You are not much changed, Miss Hunter—you are very pale and< thin but I have always remembered you.” The bridge swung slowly round, re leasing us, but my new-found friend did not leave me. Wo walked lowly home, talking of those we had known, of Ida Adams, who was dead, of each other, and Mr. Adams told me he had just come from Oregon. “For the Convention —perhaps I shall stay awhile after it.” He left me with’permission to call that erenii.g, and that began a new life for me. lie called, and we talked a while, and then, to my surprise, Wallace Adams asked me to marry him. M omen who sitin high places in society will shudder at my boldne-s and want of delicacy, at Mr. Adams s vulgarity, at the disregard of a’l orthodox rules of courtship. But I looked back upon five lost and unhappy years, forward to a lifetime of blind groping after money that somehow slipped away from the hands that so hardly won it from the world. And there was hope and cheer for me in looking into th< man's ha el eyes. I had neither father, mother, nor friends, and though I hid never known it. home would be so dear to me. I he-ita:ed and half promised. But Id d notlo-e caution. I asked for time, a little longer acquaintance, a little longer at my po t. I was like a slave that has grown to* love the clanking of his chains. “If in a few weeks jno"re I can feel that I am doing right I will be yoiii wife.” That was our betrothal, for the half promise was accepted. Mr. Adams took mv hands in his and looked at me with • pity in li : s hazel eyes. “God grant you may, Bo:a, and good night!” I went back to my work, but my heart i was not in it. I saw Mr. Adams twice i each week and a new world opened be fore me. I had wanted to love him at first, but soon my life grew into a prayer that he should really care forme. I saw every day some evidence of his kindness, his wise friendship, but I trembled at I the thought that it might only be friend ship, for life he.d so much more. It was at this time the MeGillicuddys began to develop a warm interest in me. ; Jack came to the six o'clock dinner one night with some exciting information. I was invited to take dinner at the McGilli cuddys’ special table and there he di vulged it. “I was to the races, Miss Hunter,” he says, “and that Adams man bought a pair of California horses.” I made no reply. .Jack had forgotten how many people are wearing the name of Adams. His news was nothing to me. “He paid $40,000 for ’em,” went on .Tack. “Your Adams, Miss Hunter. Don't you catch on?” “ill' must he rich, Mi-s Dora,” chimed in the mother. “I want you to give Josie an introduction.” “ Y'ou roust take me out riding,” lisped Josie, with her blond head on one side. I looked d >wn at my plate in amaze ment. Cither Wallace Adams was bet ter situated than I had known, or he had gone wildly to speculating in race horses. I remembered Ida Adams at WestFicld, a ward like myself. Her father had been a clergyman. “I am able to take care of a wife, Dora,” he had to'.dme, "and to have a comfortable home.” I had thought him able to make his way with other men; to give me a neat home with a lew comforts in it—a piano, books, and one or two good pic tures. “Didn’t you know it?” broke out my landlady, glibiv. “Where did you get acquainted with him?’’ I e-cap d from the McGillicuddys and went away to my room. I had promised anew to be his wife, or now I might oe supposed to want his money. “Is this true?” I asked him when he came again, and I told him about the California horses. “Now, Dora,” said the manly voice, “I must refuse to answer you. To be rich iu the world s way would require a good deal more money than I can com mand. I will be very poor if my wife doesn't love me. Are you going to re duce me to beggary ?” For the first t.mc in my life I put my a ms about his neck an 1 kissed him. Something awakened me to his true worth. What bad he seen in me to put so much in my hands? I had not beauty nor good looks, even, I who was only one of the 40,00 J who live and work in Chicago. 1 never introduced -Tosie McGillicuddy and Mr. Ada ns. That young woman took to dressing after me, and gained a sudden impetus iu music. She played “Flowers of St. Petersburg’’ waltz till the boarders deserted the parlor for a walk. She switched them gently in on “Monastery Bells”, or “Silvery Waves,” or, worse, she sang with Jack till bed time. But to all these things I gave no heed. I was for the first time in love, and the world was not the same. I allowed Mr. Adams to ha-ten our wedding day, and I gave up my position. I was very happy, and only one thing marred my sunsh ne. Wallace would be absent a week at St. Louis. It was a long week. Jack McGillicuddy was my shadow through it, which I allowed, since Jaclc was only '2l, and not in love w.th me. Oddly enough, I did not receive a letter from St. Louis, and the day before Wallace was to return Jack proposed ramble down town. “ You’ve been too close, Miss Hunter, ” said he. “Let’s go aud call on one of Josie’s friends.” I went out into the July night with them and we had ice cream. Then we went to a hotel on Monroe street, where Josie’s friend was stopping. Who does not know the Egyptian parlor with its hangings? I stood behind a curtain talk ing and laughing with .Jack and .Tosie, whea I saw coming down to one of the ground parlors Wallace Adams with a lady on his arm. I looked until I felt myself growing rigid. She was dark and very beautiful tnd they were talking in low tones. They approached some one near us. Jack McGillicuddy followed the direction of my eye 3, then darted away to learn more. “He introduced her as Mrs. Adams,” he announced,coming back soon. “Let’s get home.” I did not faint or cry out. I believed it, and reali ed how 1 cruelly I had been deceived. The thought of the California horses floated into my mind. “He rives for pleasure,” I said to my self. “He thought me so poor and mean that he could buy my silence when he had duped me.” Then, through the midnight watches I thought wildly and midly. How I endure my life hereafter? How take up t}ie duties I hated so when I had known a little time of Pappine3s? The discipline of five years gave me strength. Work! It would be welcome now—if only I could forget the past, the pres ent. Thousands live and strive where there is no object in life. 1 thought of death, of suicide. They were not for me, though I wo lid have been so glad to die I laughed aloud as I thought “the water in the Chicago river is so dirty and in the lake they would never tinii me.” I would live, but I would go away where uo one knew me and begin life anew. Perhaps in time I would forget it, but now, God pity me! I pacxed my things together with trembling fingers and feverish haste, though it was hours till morning. I djd not shed a tear, even over my pretty wedding dress and bonnet, which mocked me now like silent witnesses of my humiliation. I seat a little note to Mr. Adams: I return your ring and your presents. I know how base you have been, and I hope we will never meet again. Dora Hunter. In the morning I was away, leaving no address. I could not face the Mc- Gillicuddy curiosity, and I had but a little money. My work I had given up and must seek it again. I must have change or I felt that I should go mad. I went to a boarding house on the West side. After a day or two I found work in a dressmaker’s establishment. I was mentally unfit for a situation as proofreader. I succeeded after a few days, and, ah me, how faithful I was. I no longer dreaded work, but feared a I cessation of it when I should have tim* j to think and remember. I cared for noth- I ing and trusted no living being. My life was over and done. It was here one day that a woman floated into my presence to have he? draperies fastened. It was the same I had seen on his arm that fatal night, but now I could look at her calmly. Was I growing stronger? I even addressed her. •_ * “You are Mrs. Adams,” I said, while I did my lowly work. “Yes,” she .smiled. “Mrs. Wallace Adams.” Some old author has said that there is a peace that comes,not of hopes realied, but of hopes relinquished; a peace that is not born at the tranquil fireside, but is the peace of solitude. It was this I hoped for now. After weeks I had ceased to feel—l wanted to read proof once more. I would look for my work where no one would know me. For a while I sought in vain, but I was not discouraged, and in a week I found it. The past was dead and I was alone. I went down to the bridge again apd again. The bridge bell rang out sharp ly. I hurried on just in tune to swing out over the river. Now I knew that I had ceased to care, hut looking out over the water I did not heed the approaching footsteps. “Dora, Dora,” some one cried. “Will you speak to me:” For at the sound of his voice I had stn t hed out my arms to the muddy Chicago River; 1 who was strong mind ed and did not care. “We’ve looked in all the printing offices in Chicago,” said Jack McGiili cuddy when they had brought me out of a little faiut. “That was Adams's cou sin’s wife, Miss Hunter.” “Dora,” said the manly voice once more, “has it been so hard in your life that you couldn’t beiieve me and trust me again?” ' I had passed almost into the darkness of be.ief that love and truth are not on earth; that nothing remains but treach ery and the wrangling of human pas sions; but in the light of my husband’s home I find my faith restored, and love and truth on earth. Chicago Herald. Sioux City's Corn Palace. The famous corn palace, at Sioux City, lowa, was honored by a visit from President Cleveland, aud it is stated that Mi,oo ) persons were entertained within it during the time that Moudamin kept open house. In order to convey tc our readers some idea of the magnitude of the labor and wealth expended there on. the following figures are given : There was :>00,0(J3 feet of lumber con sumed. 15,0: 0 bushels of yellow corn and 5003 bushels of variegated varieties; 503 pounds of carpet tacks; 4000 pounds of nails; 1503 pounds of small brads; 2500 feet of rope. 503 pounds of small wire, and 5500 yards of cloth. It took forty-six men days to erect the palace, and nearly :JUO men and women to place the decorations in form. Ten teams were employed fifteen days hauling corn and grains. Two steam saws were en gaged constantly eight days cutting corn-ears into small pieces for decorative signs and ornamental work. Besides this labor was alt that was done by farmers in delivering grains from their own stacks. The total cost of the palace was ab >ut $28,000. The building was 210 feet long, and the general contour Moorish. Such being the success of the corn fe-tival week of 1887, Sioux City will repeat the corn palace enterprise in 1888 on a larger and grander scale.— Detroit Free Press. How Sheridan’s Life Mas Once Saved. According to Archer Mason, of San Francisco, Cal., General i-heridan once had his life saved in an odd way. Colonel Mason’s regiment was once giv ing the General a re eption at the Cali fornia Theatre. Sheridan was standing in the wings, peeping out beside the curtain at the audience, when he sud denly pointed to one of the musicians, and asked Mason; “Isn’t that man named Blvth?” On being told that he was, he asked to haye him brought up on the stage at once. After a cordial greeting, which almost wrung the musician’s hand 0.1, Sheridan said: “I have good reasons to remember Mr. Blyth, for he saved my life for me once. It was when I was a young cavalry o.li cer, fighting the Indians. One day we were having a haud-to-hand set-to with the Indians, and one of the red devils had just shot at me with his revolver. I had my saber close to his neck when an other Indian threw his lasso around my neck, and in another instant 1 would have been trampled under the feet of the horses. But Blyth, who was close be side me, cut the rope with his saber and saved my life.”— Chicago Times. The “ Jacks©u Ball.” A local confectioner was asked the other day by a Brooklyn Citizen man if that hard, spherical brand of confection known as the “Jackson ball” was still in the market. He replied that it was, but that it had very little sale now in the larger cities. Wholesale confec tioners here manufactured Jackson balls in large quantities and shipped them in barrels through the West and North west. Any one whose school days ended ten years ago or more will recall with vivid pleasure, the Jackson ball, a species of abnormal lemon drop marked with striped parallels of latitude, and convenient to be slyly inserted in the mouth at the opening of a morning ses sion, gradually to dissolve its sweetness until the noon hour. The school chil dren of to-day may boast of superior advantages in the way of the text books, taiTy, tolu, slate cieauers, prize packages, straps, etc., but the pupil of a decade ago can shake his head knowingly and reply: “Ah, but you have not the ‘Jackson ball,’ while the reeking salivary glands respond even to the thought of the sweet and flinty spheres, whose essence once tickled his palate through the then tedious school hours.” The Owl and the Hat. Dr. G. W. Massamore, while gunning on Thursday in the Green Spring \ alley, saw a large booby owl in a tree, but did notdisturo it, thinking the bird did not see him. He was about to raise his gun when the owl swooped down upon him, drove its ugly looking talons through his hat and Sew away, carrying the hat. Dr. Mas-amore shot the bird, which measured over four feet across the wings, —Baltimore Sun. ABOUT THE COPPERHEADS. ' 0 SOME CTTRIOTTS STORIES 09 A POISONOUS SNAKE A Reptile that is said to Love Chil dren, but Will Attack a Grown Person on Sight. “I think one reason the copperhead snake is partial to this part of the country,” said a resident of the vicinity of Lancaster, Penn., to a New York Times correspondent, “is that pheasants and partridges are plenty. There is nothing this snake loves more than the eggs of those birds, aud they destroy nests by the hundred every spring. Old hunters say that when a copperhead finds a pheasant or partridge—we call quail partridge in this county—it drives the bird off. The bird will show fight to protect its nest, and the snake keeps it engaged in combat, leading it gradually away from the nest, while other copper heads, acting in collusion with the first one, glide up and carry off the eggs. When the eggs are all out of the nest the snake that is keeping the attention of the bird away from the nest glides off in the bushes and joins its thieving companions at the feast the despoiled home of the poor bird has provided. I can’t vouch for this as being a fact, but old Welsh mountaineers say it is. “Another reason why so many copper heads abound hereabout is that there is no limestone here. For some reason they don’t like a limestone country, and con sequently are rarely if ever seen in Central and Northern Lancaster County. I never heard of more than one being seen where lime entered into the com position of the soil. That snake was on the outskirts of Lancaster City. A barn had burned down, there, and it was never rebuilt. The spot grew up with rank weeds, and it became a great retreat for common e veryday snakes. A man named Poutz lived near. He had a big tom-cat that became a regular snake hunter in the weeds around the burned barn. He used to bring in all kinds of serpents to the house without killing them, and it kept Poutz busy taking them away from the cat and dispatching them. This was some years ago. One day a man named Weh was bitten by a snake there, and he killed the snake, which proved to be a copperhead. Weh, after weeks of suffering, recovered from the effects of the poison. A year to a day after he was bitten symptoms of the poison ap peared as they had when he was bitten, and he suffered greatly for a few days. On every anniversary of the bite he had the same sickness for three or four years, and on one of the recurrences of the symptoms he died. “it is during the time we arc cutting our oats that the copperheads appear to us in the greatest numbers, and it is said that they are most poisonous during that time. Five out of the six persons who were bitten by copperheads in this part of the country this season were bitten while at work in oat fields. The snakes seem to enjoy lying among the oats. They also seem to find great comfort in the thick patches of blackberry bushes, and the prudent picker does not ignore that fact. The next particular occasion when it behooves the citizen to keep his eye out for the hot-toothed reptile is during the season of tobacco cutting in the latter part of August. The lower part of Lancaster County contributes largely to the big crop of tobacco the district raises. When the stalk is cut and the broad leaves lie in rows aero s the fields they seem to have a peculiar fascination for the copperhead. The stalks lie in the field for two or three days, and when the farmers go in to gather them up they raise them from the ground with great care, for thev will be sure to see a copperhead snugly quar tered beneath some leaf before the end of the row is reached, and it not inf re ■ queiitly happens that one of these im pudent reptiles will be found under sev eral leaves in succession. What the at traction is to them in the down tobacco plants is more than I know r . “I never had a coppo*head jump at me, although I have killed many a one, but those who have enjoyed that experi ence say that they do not coil before they strike, like the rattlesnake, but strike out straight from the shoulder. They also say that the copperhead can jump clear of the ground, which is also something the rattlesnake can’t do. A neighbor of, mine tells a story about driving along one of the Little Britain roads one day when lie saw' a copperhead lying at the side of the road.* He stopped his horse and got out to kill the snake. The latter was in for light, and jumped from the ground at its enemy, as a rat will do when cornered. My neighbor quite a bout with the reptile before he killed it. He then went to climb back in his wagon, when he was astonished to see another copperhead lying on the scat which he had vacated only two or three minutes before. When a copperhead is not disturbed the copper spot on its head is dull, but when the snake is mad the spot grows bright. My neighbor saw the spot on this snake deepen and the wicked eyes of the snake glitter like diamonds. He knew what would be the next move, so he ducked his head down below the level cf the seat. He wasn’t a second too soon. The snal», he said, -shot over his head like an arrow and landed in the brush at the roadside. It shared the fate of its companion. My neighbor never could tell whether he had been riding with the snake as a passenger,or whether it climlied in the wagon while he was fighting its ma'e and lay for him there .to revenge its slain companion. Any how, he said if he hadn’t ducked just as he did he would have felt its fangs ia his face, and probably never been able to tell the story. “The Welsh mountaineers say that copperheads will not hurt children, but that they will permit a child to play with and fondle them with impunity, and rather seem to like it. There are many stories told of how horrified mothers have come upon their children sitting on the ground and pl aying with copper heads the same as they would with a pet cat or do". These stories invariably are to the effect that the snakes exhib ted the most amiable disposition toward the children, b it as soon as the mother ap peared on the s; ene their fur? was aroused and they prepared to giv ; fight to tte intruder. The Welsh mountain eers and many others m' re reliable in sist that the copperhead emits an odor resembling that of a freshly-cut cucum ber, and that this has a somnolent, if not really an an esthetic, effect on persons brought into close contact with it. A gentleman I know well, and one whoso veracity I never had occaeion to call into question, declares that one hot August day while he was sitting in the woods he gradually became sensible of a strange, drowsy feeling stealing over him, a feel ing which increased, and he had no ay parent inclination to resist. He finally made a great effort and rose to his feet. As he did so he saw a copperhead snake lying only a foot or two away from him. He then recogifi/ed the cucumber odor and believed that he had been under its influence, and that if he had not resisted it as he did he would have become un conscious. He killed the snake, of course.” SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. At a “Cyclist Corso” in Vienna there were bicycles and tricycles of two hundred different systems. Constant moving of the jaws affects the nerves thig; lead from the spine to the optic nerves aud strain the latter until they give out. Official trials of a new form of log have been made on some of the French torpedo boats. The log is of bronze, of cylindro-eonical form, and weighs about fifty-five pounds. Of the 70,000,000 feet of lumber in cluded in the Connecticut River Lumber Company’s last drive of logs, which have recently passed over Bellows Fali3, 7,000,000 feet stopped at Bellows Falls to become paper. It is stated upon medical authority that readers should refrain from damp ing their fingers in turning over the leaves of library books, as this is a sure way to attract any stray bacilli that may be lurking around. Some remarkable changes hive re cently been noted by M. Perrotin on the planet Mars. .In a letter to the Academie des Sciences, he reports the tract of land on both sides of the equator, which has been named Lybia K seems to have been submerged by the sea. A primary battery of light weight has been devised by M. Renard for working balloons. Its positive electrode is a plate of platinized silver, and its nega tive electrode a very thin plate of non amalgamated zinc, the exciting fluid being a mixture of hydrochloric and chromic acids. According to the calculations of M. Adolphe d’Assier, bused ou the assump tion that the coincidence of the earth’s perihelion passage with the summer solstice every 21,003 years marks the regular recurrence of a northern glacial period, the last glacial period culmi nating in 9250 B. C. There are now in operation, according to Mr. W. H. Preece, ttventy-two elect:ie tramways in the United States, ten on the continent of Europe, and eight in Great Britain. Mr. Preece predicts that the time is not far distant when elec tricity will have come into general’use in place of horses for the cars of city streets. The uses of saccharine, which is a huudred times sweeter than sugar, are thus set down by the American Druggist: “Not being a carbo-hydrate like sugar, it does not affect the digestive process, and passes out through the urine with out change. By means of it the food of diabetic patients may be sweetened without unfavorable effects.” A curious affection is paradoxical deafness. Dr. Boucheron, in a note to the Paris academy of Sciences, lately stated that the patient is deaf for speech in the silence of a retired room, yet hears the same in the midst of noise, as in a moving carriage or railway train, or the street. The disorder, which is grave, progrelpive and sometimes heredi tary, is caused by compression of the labyrinth of the ear. Persons who are unable to resist the pleasure o£ reading in railway cars, and who, in consequence, endanger their eyesight by dependence upon the meager lamplight furnished by the railroad companies, can now obtain portable electric lights, arranged to hang upon a button of one’s coat, and with a para bolic reflector to concentrate the light. The storage battery for this lamp weighs only a pound and a half. The bridges over the Tay and the Forth, in Scotland, have attracted much attention as engineering works, the first named viaduct being notable as the largest bridge in the world: it is only one link in the line of northern travel. The second or Forth bridge, from North to South Queenstown, and which is scarcely less important, will have the distinction of being made of steel throughout its entire length of more than five thousand feet. Artificial silk is the latest discovery, and judging from the details of it that are at hand, it seems likely that the silk worm's occupation w 11 soon be gone, and that he may retire to his cocoon and lament his lost importance in silence. The new material is made, we are told, from a kind of collodion, to which has been added perchloride of iron and tan nic acid. The process of manufacture is somewhat complicated, but the result seems to be all that can be desired in the way of providing a substance practi cally equal to good silk. Powdered Children. Fashionable mothers make a practice of painting and pow'deriug the.r little girls’ faces, just as they do their own. They begin upon the little cheeks as soon as the small owners begin to walk, i oloring them according to their own ideas of what is pretty. Is it not too absurd? In fact, it seems wicked to ap ply anything so injurious to the soft, cool, smooth cheeks of a child, which feel like rose petals to the touch. What insanely silly mothers there are! I know of at least one case in which English children have been powdered and cold-creamed from about the age of eleven, but not painted. They were never allowed to go out in an east wind, or to sit over the fire scorching their faces, and every night they were sub je ted to a process in whic h various pre parations for “clearing” the skin played a prominent part. These children are now lovely girls, and there is much dis cussion in the circles they adorn as to whether the soft bloom that adorns their faces is naturally or artificially produced. But e’ en supposing that the result of so much elaborate care was the very love liest coloring ever seen, think how bad an effect it must all have on the. little girl's mind to see so much effort aevoted to so small au end. Dndon Truth* NEWS AND NOTES FOU WOMEN. Gray is a favorite color. Green shades predominate. Quills are still used in millinery. Queen Natalie’s beauty is fading. - r The Queen of England is a tenant. Belva Lockwood never wore a corset. Cashmere and metallic effects are noticeable. Most trimmings upon hats are from the back forward. Ripe cherry and ochre are combined in autumn millinery. Mrs. Alice Shaw, the whistler, was born in Elmira, N. Y. Black hats are favored for wear with costumes of any cblor. Ladji Colin Campbell is now art critic for a London newspaper. Long pelisses made of bi<r-flowered rich brocades are stylish. Mme. CarnoQ wife of the French President, parts her hair on one side. The autumn woolens are mostly plain goods, in new shades and new weaves. Nearly all the new stuffs show solid colors, with stripes of different weaves. Teel or apricot is a very favorite shade in corded silk evening toilets this sea son. The Supreme Court of Washington Territory decrees that women caunot vote. t Miss Julia Wolfe, an English woman, has composed’an opera entitled “Ca rina.” A regulnr matrimonial agency has been established between America and Russia. Miss Ella Transom his challenged | Mrs. Shaw to a whistling match lor r fo oo a side. 'The people of Japan are greatly inter -1 ested iu the educat.ou and elevation of women. The leading gunmakers of England have ail hud commissions to manufacture guus for ladies. Green and violet, especially when light, form a combination preferable to green and blue. The new Duchess of Marlborough’s photographs are now on sale in the Lon don shop windows. Ladies’ cloths appear again in the light weights introduced last year, and in all the new dull colors. The Queen Eo wager end Empress of Spain has just celebrated her thirtieth birthday anniversary. The Queen of Italy reads and writes and sings and plays all by herself for three hours every day. The most fashionable women of France are introducing small dinner tables in stead of one large one. Tne newest shades are heron, a light shade, and oxide, which is the gray of the dullest oxidizei silver. Mrs. Cleveland has added to her col lection of pets some white mice, two rabbits and eight or nine pigeons. • Many plain wool fabrics show a high finish, the glossy, silk-like surface being produced by closely-woven twills. The example set by Mrs. Cleveland in renouncing the bustle is being followed by the fashionable ladies of Paris. Among the rich ribbons now shown are velvet stripes on peau de soie grounds, with an ottoman border. Plain Henrietta cloths are now mixed with silk in such large proportion that dealers call them sateen Henriettas. The new gros grain silks have medium sized rep 3, and soft ottoman silks have smaller reps than those of last year. Belva Lockwood says she can do house work as well as any woman, but prefers to make S:>UOO a year practising law. The newest hats are a mass of bows made of satin-edged moire ribbon, of a width varying from four to eight inches. At the ball of the Oxfordshire Light Inlantry, Isle of Wight, recently, one lady wort a bodice and scarlet tulle skirt. Yokes and cuffs of gold passementerie appear among the new trimmings and are to be worn upon a great variety of dresses. Three native ladies have passed tha Calcutta University Entrance Examina tion, first division, and one iu the third division. Many of the new silks are striped in weaving, in a manner similar to the new woolens, and show several tones of a single color. Some very effective ribbons show larga satin spots on an ottoman stripe, the re* jnainder of the libbou being woven id fine gros grain. Tinsel borders are noted on some ol the new dull colored woolens. Borders and stripes of steel and silver are especially handsome. Those who cannot reconcile themselves to the flat folding skirts are wearing a skirt of heavy muslin, flounced up the back and stiiny starched. Lady Folkestone's orchestra of girls is described as about the most lively di gression from the conventional highway that London has known for many a year. Among the fantastical wedding pres ents given to an English bride recently were six kittens, a Spanish dog measur ing eight inctics iu length, and a mummy’s hand. The Empress of Japan, who is rapidly becoming one of the best informed women of her time, has certain days of the week upon which Japanese is a for bidden language. English women hatfc adopted the uni versal blouse with the frill outside the skirt, although the fashion does not meet with the approval of the best dressers on this side of the water. Elaborately carved shell combs are no longer worn, their place being taken by shell pins with comb tops, which are large an i intricately cut in leaf, flower,! and geometrical designs Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Green lived in' adjoining lots in Atlanta, Ga., nine days before they discovered they! were sisters. And yet people say women tell all they know the first time they meet. The most popular preacher in Georgia just now is a young woman named Has kins, from Tennessee, who is conducting revival meetings in various parts of the state. She is twenty-five years old, of modest and unassuming manners, and is an excellent pulpit orator.
