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SUNDAY MORNING. Huldy Ann Wr.tten For tho WaoUingtoa Star. By E. Louise Liddell. IT was Huldy Ana'* eleventh birth day, and she had a secret. Shp was dreadfully afraid An tit .lane would find uni about It—the secret, I mean. She was sure ‘the birthday would never be thought of. The little girl's father and mother were dead, and she had lived with her spinster attut for nearly a year. She thought Amu .Tune didn't rare whether slip had a good time or not, but possibly she was mistaken. She had slipped out of the kitefc. u now. on the sly. for fear she would be told to sew patchwork or do a "stent" on the hateful stocking she was knitting. She hud other plans. She was looking anxiously down the road that led to the village. It wasn't long before she saw what she was look ing for. "They're coining!" she said excitedly. Site had been half afraid they wouldn't eonie. and the other half afraid that they would. And now there they were! She made sure that no one was watching before she ran to meet them —or it—for it was her party that she was expecting. That was Huldy Ann's secret: she was to have a party, and Aunt .lane didn’t know the first thing about it. It wasn’t a very big parly, to be sure, only Hattie l.arkin ami her little sister Fannie find the Fester twins. Hattie was a sedate miss of twelve, with blue eyes and flaxen braids. Little Fan was bluer-eyed, and her hair was fiasetter, and hung in ringlets over her chubby neck. Fan always reminded Huldy Attn of an angel (though of course she tiad never seen oneb The Foster sis ters, Kate and Lizzie. were rosy cheeked, black-eyed damsels of tea. with closely cropped brown heads. They (the twins) were not in the least angelic. "I'm 'most 'fraid we're too early," remarked Hattie, with a sidelong glance nr Huldy Ann’s brown calico dress and snuhonnet. The four visitors wore splck-and spatt light prints, so stiffly starched that they fairly crackled when their wearers moved. Huldy Ann noticed the glance and blushed. "No, you ain't a mite too early." she replied. “I didn't dress up. l-l thought p'raps we might like to dig in the sand heap.” The visitors looked at their clean gowns and at each other. "1 didn't s'pose folks dug In sand heaps at par ties,” spoke up Lizzie Foster. "1 s’posed they playetl games In the house.” “There are different kinds of parties,” said Huldy Ann. with dignity. (You see site hadn’t planned for a house party). "Let’s sit down under the big elm and rest a spell." she went on. How she did wish site knew what to do next! To tell the truth she had never lteen to a party in all her life. "1 don’t fink, thith part Jt It It much fun,” lisped little Fan, after the girls Itad been sitting in awkward silence for a few moments. “The party hasn’t begun yet.” an swered. Huldy Ann, nearly distracted HULDT ANN. v between her desire that her friends should have a jolly time and her fear lest they should be espied by Aunt •lane's sharp eyes. Thru she laughed in telief as she caught sight of the hired man driving out of the barn with a great hay rick. She jumped up and swung her sunbonnet. “Joel,” she called, “we want to go! Come along, girls!” she added* to her companions, "the party’s going to begin.” Joel good-naturedly waited for the children and tossed them into the big wagon as rliotigli they bad been so many bundles of feathers. He climbed iu last of all and cracked the whip, and away they went, the “rick” -bumping and thumping over “hummocks” and stray stones, while the little folks laughed and shouted with delight. Such fun they had when tin. hay field was reached, rolling in the hay, jump ing into haycocks, and once in a while making believe work by raking a win row. “It's just a lovely party!" the village children declared, when, warm and tired, they sat down to rest in the shadow of the stone wall. “I s'pose there'll be 'freebxnents when we get back to the house?” said Kata Foster. "I—l s'pose so,” stammered Huldy Ann. "But I’ve got some luncheon here.” she hastened to say. producing a tin pail which she had managed to smuggle into the wagon from some se cret hiding place. “It ain’t much,” she apologized, raising tiie lid and display ing hall' a dozen cookies with nicked edges, a few pieces of cake and ginger bread and a sorry-looking quarter of a pie. As Huldy Ann had lteen saving up this spread from her lunches of the past week it eottld not be expected to have a very fresh appearance. But the "party” was too hungry to he over particular. and soon there wasn't a crumb left. "The next thing on flip po-gram,” an nounced Huldy Ann. "is to go up Chap man lattte an' pick blackberries. I know where they’rethieker’n spatters.” The visitors seemed to be a little doubtful about thisexpedition. "There might he snakes.” objected Hattie. "Why, 1 go up there 'most every day. an’ 1 never saw a snake there in all my life.” declared Huldy Ann. who wasn’t one of the timid kind. The promise of a feast of berries was tempting, so finally the little company climbed over the wall, and crossing the main road wandered into the shady lane. It must be owned that they didn't have a very good time here. Perhaps it was because they were tired—or. possibly, they were the least bit hungry in spite of the luncheon be sides, the blackberries were not as plentiful ns the brambles. Kate tore her dress on a blackberry bush, and a bad-tempered bee stung Huldy Ann. But wlmt troubled the latter most was M§k§ that, although it was growing late in the afternoon the party showed no signs of peacefully disbanding. She began to have dreadful misgivings that It—or they—would insist on going home with lier. Sure enough before long the Foster girls began to wonder if there would Its “ice cream for supper!” Then Hat tie inqu!!. ! d, "Don't you think it's time we're getting back to the house? It’ll be dark pretty soon.” Huldy Ann dreaded the dark. But still more she dreaded the sight of Aunt Jane. "Oh, I don’t; know,” she said. "I guess 'tisn't so very late.” While she was speaking it big drop of rain fell plump on her nose, and a low peal of thunder rumbled in the dis tance. “Dear me! I'm stared to death of thunder!” cried Hattie, turning pale. “Pooh!” said Huldy Ann, “nobody tvas ever killed by thunder.’’ But a sharp flash of lightning and fast-falling raindrops proved too much even for Huldy Aim’s courage, and she scampered down the bill with the other children, almost running against a cov ered wagon and an old white horse that stood at the foot of the latte. “Why, Joel, is that you?” cried the little girl. “Wall, I guess 'tls,” answered Joel. “Your aunt sent me to fetch you home. We kinder thought you’d he up in the lane.” The shower was soon over, but Huldy Ann was very thoughtful all the way home. When the farmhouse was in sight she put her mouth close to Joel's ear and whispered: “Does Aunt Jane know there’s anybody with me?” “Certain.'’ answered Joel, Ids eyes twinkling. “The l.arkin girls' ilia and the Foster girls’ rna both came over to take ’em home from the party.” “Anyway, she can’t htore’n kill me,” thought Iluidy Ann. But when they drove up to the door "eSjfe stood Aunt June looking real pleasant. And when they got into the big, cool kitchen, with its yellow paint ed floor and vine covered windows, ‘here was the supper tabie spread with cold meat, hot biscuit, cake, pie, pre serves, cheese, pickles and dear knows how many other indigestible goodies. Nobody thought of ice cream, and ci erybody enjoyed the feast, excepting —perhaps- Huldy Ann; her conscience was troubling her. She feu very proud, though, when Aunt Jane set be fore her a big, frosted cake with eleven pink peppermints on top, and told her to cut the birthday cake. It was a very quiet, little girl that stood beside her aunt an hour later, watching the visitors out of sight! “Aunt Jane,” she said shyly, as they turned to go into the house, "you’re awful good. I’m sorry I acted so.” Aunt Jane pursed up her lips in a queer smile. “Never mind,” she said, “only the next time you think of givin’ a party, I guess you'd better let me know beforehand." "Yes'm,” said Huldy Ann meekly. A few years hence an elopement in high life may be accomplished with the aid of an airship. THE BRUNSWICK 'DAILY NEWS. New York City.—Hark blue linen is used for this stylish shirt waist, with white linen and bands of embroidery for trimming. Two deep pleats extend from shoulder j MISSES’ FANCY GIBSON BLOC3K. to belt iu Y-shaped outline at the back. iud the waist is smoothing adjusted under the arms. The pleats in front correspond with those in tlie back, and are stitched their entire length. The waist closes in double-breasted style, the right side fastening on the left with large pearl FANCY WAIST AND FIVE GORED SKIRT. buttons, two rows of which trim the fronts. A white linen collar completes the neck. The bishop sleeves are shaped with inside seams only. They have comfortable fullness on tlie shoulders, lit the upper arm closely and are gath ered at (lie lower edge on narrow wristbands. 'These are finished with flaring cuffs to match the collar. Smart blouses in this mode are de veloped in pique, cotton cheviot, per cale or gala tea, heavy wash fabrics being preferable, as the pleats should remain stiff over the shoulders. To make the blouse for a miss four teen years will require one and three quarter yards of thirly-six-inch ma terial. 'wm For Cal lint; it ml Cliurch. For calling and church wear nothing is more appropriate than a dark blue and white figured satin foulard com bined with white. Sue]i a dress is il lustrated in the large drawing--with ail over lace and white peatt de soie trim mings. The waist is made over a glove-fitted, featherboned lining that closes in tlie centre front. The back is plain, with slight fullness at the licit. It is faced witii lace to a round yoke depth. The front plastron is permanently attached to the right lining and closes invisibly on the left. The right full from is arranged in a deep box pleat at the lower edge of the plastron and also fastens under the left: front. Double bertha collars finish the sides of the lace front and extend around the back below Ihe yoke. They are trimmed with white hands and similar straps edge the fronts in vest effect. A lace collar completes the neck. The sleeves are arranged in four in verted box pleats that are flatly stitched from shoulder to elbow. The puffs formed by Hie fullness below the elbow are gathered and arranged iu deep pointed cuffs of white peatt de soie, over which they droop grace fully. The skirt is’ shaped with five gores, narrow front and sides and wide backs. The closing is made invisibly at the SEPTEMBER 14. centre bade under two Inverted pleats that are flatly pressed and present a perfectly plain appearance. The flounce is shallow in front, but graduates to :t considerable depth at the back ami gives a stylish sweep to the skit, at tile tioor. Lace is ap plied at the lop of the item as foot trimming. To make the waist in the medium size will require 'two and one-quarter yards of forty-four-inch materia!, with three-quarter yard of all-over lace. To make the skirt iu the medium size will require five and oue-half yards of forty-four inch material. I>om-Hhtt|il rai'iMols. The latest imported parasols are dome-shaped, and are of medium size. The sticks are of natural wood, with crystal, porcelain or natural rustic handles. Soft moire is the material and white or green the color. I*h! <Bray Costume. The costume illustrated is made of palt* gray etamine over pink silk that .shows through the opou mesh of the material and lends a tone of color to the entire toilet. The waist is made over a glove fitted. featherboned lining that closes in the centre front. The back is plain across the shoulders and displays slight fullness at the belt, arranged iu tiny pleats. The vest of steel embroidery is per manently attached to the right lining and closes invisibly on the left. It fs wide at tlie neck and tapers to a point at the belt. A broad sailor collar finishes the neck and forms long revet * In front. It is edged with a frill of gray ribbon. The sleeves are fitted with inside seams only, have slight fullness on the shoulders and are adjusted on deep pleated cuffs, over which the sleeves droop gracefully at Hie hack. The belt is of green velvet ribbon fastened with a silver buckle. In the skirt five well proportioned gores are fitted smoothly around the waist and hips without (ittrls. The fullness in the centre back is arranged in an underlying pleat at each side of the closing. Tlie gored portion is cut off below tlie knees and lengthened with a cir cular flounce that flares stylishly at tlie lower edge. To this is added a full-gathered flounce that gives a wide sweep to the skirt at the floor. Bands of embroidery are applied at the top of each flounce. To make the waist in the medium size will require one and three-quarter yards of forty-four-inch material, with TUCKED WAIST AND FIVE GORED SKIRT. one yard of all-over embroidery. To make the skirt in the medium size will require four yards of forty-four-inch material LOT OF JAPANESE WOMEN CONDITIONS THAT SEEM ODD TO WESTERN EYES. Th f.ovrur Hor Social Decr Ibe X*ttrr tlie Woman I* Treat*•<!— Xiao. He Pret tier Slie I*—S{ fin* No .Jewelry to H j >4*uU Of. Japan is the .antipodes as much as Australia. If Australia has Us Christ mas at midsummer and its cherries with stones outside the fruit, Japan has its oranges without pips and does moat things itpskle-down front our jioint of view. The women carry their babies on their backs Instead of on their arms and blacken their teeth instead of try ing to keep them white. They also try as hard as they can to look old, and the lower they are in class the more consideration they receive front their husbands. There is generally, it must be con fessed, method in Japanese madness, but. it does not look very mac! to the unreasoning glo’fb trotter. Take, for instance, the matter of a woman’s carrying babies when so very young that it becomes second nature not to remember the baby at: all. but to go oil doing whatever one is doing with out regarding the baby; in other words, by the new patent way of carrying a baby a woman can work as well as mind the child—which site docs not mittd. lit fact, unless it is her first, tlie mother does not generally carry the baby; the last baby, if it is a girl and weaned, carries if. Little Japanese girls are weaned unconscionably late, and begin tlieir duties na women al most os soon its they are weaned. The first duty of woman, iu the Jap anese proverb, is obedience; the first duty of a Japanese woman in practice is, when she looks about four years old, to carry the next baby in an ltaori (shawl) on her back. The baby is fastened so securely that its little mothering sister can ploy ball or shuttlecock in spite of the pick-a back. The baby does not cry or laugh —Japanese babies are very solemn—but nods its head and runs at the nose. If there is no younger sister to carry succeeding babies as the years ad vance, the girl will do hor courting and her housework with the pick-a back encumbrance. The Japanese woman (loos not blacken her teeth under any mistaken idea that it makes her attractive; she does it to make herself unattractive. Her husband is supposed to know her value; if he doesn’t, he divorces her. He makes no provision for her and site lias no dowry from iter family, but a divorced woman in Japan nearly always marries again. She brings noth ing lmt a gentle and obedient slave, and takes nothing away with her but the same valuable commodity. The reason why lower class women receive more consideration from tlieir husbands than the upper class sisters is that they are capable of earning their own livings, which Japanese ladies are not. So thoroughly is this recognized that a lower class woman divorces her husband if she is not satisfied, a thing which never happens in more select circles, unless (lie woman is an heiress, when the hus band is of ns little consideration as a lady. *T /';<>• It is only when she has no brothers that a Japanese woman may expect money from her parents. If they have only a/laughter to lea ve their money to, the son-in-law has to take her name —and (lie consequences. In households which are nneorrupted by foreign influences, a woman, of whatever class, is only a servant, un less her husband chooses otherwise. She is expected to wait on hint, brush and mend his clothes, speak only when she is spoken to, and always give place aux homines. It is she who pushes back the shutter for him to pass through, and she is expected to walk a pace or two behind him, even when there is plenty of room for them to go side by side. It makes no difference if site is a Duch ess, nothing makes any difference, un less her husband is an Anglo-maniac, except for clothes. If a Japanese buys foreign clothing for his wife, he may treat her like a foreign lady, walk with her beside him, let her pass before hint —even hand her things. A kimono is more adapted to the European lady's figure if it is wont backside foremost, and the Parisian costume sidts the Japanese figure bet ter backside foremost. If the dress comes from Germany, it does not sig nify so much, because the Germans are broad-minded in their notions of fit. A well-dressed Japanese woman is tied in at file knees so that she may nor seem to walk too freely. Japanese wtnieii do not wear gloves, which is a great saving to tlieir families, seeing that every glove in Japan which is not sealed tip irt a pickle bottle or a biscuit tin, gets the spotty mould in the first few hours of tlie rainy season. When her hands are cold she pulls them up into her sleeves, which arc long and hanging, as they were when King Arthur's court began, and "he had three ancient .serving-men. and all of them were thieves.” Doubtless those ancient serving-men, like the modern Japanese woman, had tlieir sleeves half hemmed up for pockets. The Japanese woman carries in hor sleeve a pocket handkerchief, which is generally made of paper; a gaudy silk case containing lier chop-sticks— you take your feeding tools with you to a Japanese meal instead of finding them on the table—and another gaudy silk case, which contains a looking glass which isn't made of glass, but silver-colored bronze; her pocket comb, which is of no use, but a piece of for eign swagger; and her pot of lip-salve, which is not intended to soften the lips, since kissing is not a Japanese custom, but to color them to an Improbabl® crimson. She may keep her fan and Iter smoking materials in her sleeve, but she more often has them suspended front buttons. The Japanese do not use buttons for buttoning: they stick them through tlieir sashes and let them hang down h.v silver chains or silken cords, to the other end of which they attach their fans, tlieir smoking kit, their medicine chests, and perhaps their pen and ink. All this sounds formidable, not to say unlikely, but there Is still method iu the Japanese madness. The medicine chest (into) consists of little trays fitting into each other and a cover, and would go into a cigar ease; the ink is in the dry Indian form; and tlieir pen is a paint brush stuck in the ewl of a bamboo shoot. They carry their tobacco in a purse, and smoke it in a little brass pipe hardly big enough to hold a cigarette. It only holds about, three wliiffs, which would be inconvenient in a land where the natives do not use matches, though they forge foreign brands, if It were not for the fact that there is hardly a room iu Japan which has not a piece of charcoal smouldering in it on a tobacco stove (tobacco mono), a finger stove (hihachi), or a cooking stove, which looks like a tool box with Its lid replaced by a scullery sink full of gray ash. The pen and the pipe have each a case made like the cardboard cases in which razors are sold, blit of elegant workmanship and often of costly ma terials. It is only in cases and buttons that a Japanese woman can indulge her taste f'-r jewelry. The Japanese have no such tiling as jewelry in our sense of. (he word any more than they have oaths or bad language. 1 have said that the lower a Japanese woman is iu class, the more considera tion she receives; it is true, also, that the lower her class, the prettier she is. A Japanese grisette—the mousmee of literature—is capable of being as pretty as any grisette ever painted by Greuze. The type Greuze painted for his “Girl at the Fountain” is a thoroughly cliar aeterisfic type of the Japanese mous mee. Her eyes are mostly black, but unless site has a spark of good breed ing they need not be almond shaped and differ little from those of Euro peans. The lower class Japanese have a racial element in them which has never been satisfactorily accounted for. It Is the custom to say that the Japanese tire a half Malay, half-Mon golian people, the Mongolian type being more prominent in the aristoc racy and the Malay in the people. But these Uvo races do not, in my mind, account for this type. ' One could readily believe that the soft beauty of the Japanese peasant girl is accounted for by an infusion of tlie blood of llte gentle brown races of the South Pacific Islands, with! whose nature site lias so much in com mon. It is lucky for her that she Is pretty, and gentle and good, for Japan is a : mans gonntry, where women are re garded as mere conveniences. The Japanese talk of the three obediences for a woman. She has to obey her fa ther till she is married, her husband while she is married, and her sons if she is left a widow with children. i Ami even that is not the worst of it, for her wifely obedience extends to her husband's parents and any elder brothers he may have. A Japanese woman is often married because her mother-in-law wants someone to wait on her; in fact, she Ims no particular prospects in life until she becomes a mother-in-law herself—of a son's wife, that is to say—not of a daughter’s husband. - Japanese mothers-ln-law are proverb ially harsh to their daughters-in-law; in fact, the only capacity in which a woman has a decent chance of mis behaving herself in Japan is that of mother-in-law. -Douglas Sladen, in the Now York Sun. A Doc in a Glove. There is no question that the beagle is it very old breed. Early Roman ac counts of England contain references to the beagle, even by name. Books published from about 1580 to IGIO de scribe several varieties of bounds, in eluding “the little beagle which may be carried in a man’s glove.” That tlie miniature hound was extremely popu lar at that time was evident from Queen Elizabeth keeping a pack which were also said to be small enough to put in a glove. This statement is fre quently ridiculed when it is not under stood that gloves of that period were not the present day kind, but, gauntlets reaching nearly to the elbow. What became of those glove beagles we may surmise from what we know of the re sults of later attempts to maintain packs of beagles ol’ eight to ten inches high, the result, after some years, be ing weak puppies that: fall short of the line qualities of the little hunting dog when they are grown up.—Country Life in America. Constable.’* Native Landgcdpe, Fistforil Mill. In the Stour Valley, in Essex, where the eminent landscape painter. John Constable, was born 12b years ago, is to be sold. His father, who owned the mill, intended the youth for the church, and then sought to bring him up to the paternal occupa tion of miller. John Gonstable was thus employed for some twelve months, and, being a good-featured lad, was always known among the lasses of the district as the "Handsome Miller.” The while the young man had a strong bent for painting, which was fostered by an appreciative squire in the local ity, Sir George Beaumont. Eventually, when John Constable Was nineteen. Sir George persuaded the parents to permit their sou to study art in Lon don.—Loudon News. . .