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WINTER JOYS. (When llio window pane Is fruited With a fairyland of snow, And the wizard Of the bliward Has hut off lib biting blow, AVben the Dioruing'i gold bin busted Like billow ou the swamp, From my cosy, Rosy, posy Nest I tlx with l'erslan pomp. Ob, my spirit's bright and sunny, And Joy's echoes la me wake. When I pour the shining buuey On the Buckwheat rake. Ob, the froity air la bitter, And the poodle'a eyeballa ihlne, And the chicken, ' Zero-stricken, KooBta iiiwn the borae'a aplne. 'Oh, the snowdrifts gleam and glitter With a gleaming, glaring gilt, And the sparrow, To his marrow, i By old Boreas is bit, Yet I listeu to bim chirrup In the bramble and the brake, i While I pour the maple syrup I On the Buckwheat cake, Ob, I watch the dumpy possum, ; As be wags bis tail in glee, While he's rooting, Or a-scootlng, To escape the fricassee. With his nose a frozen blossom Doth the small boy tioVr appeat At the gateway, And he straightway Moulds of snow the deadly sphere And I see the man who passes , On his ear that snowbnll take, ) While 1 pour the rich molasses On the I Buckwheat cake. New York Journal. THE COMEDY OF MR. TUCKER. "Ma?" .. No answer. There was a gentle elat ter of clilmi In the kitchen and a smell of steaming soapsuds. "Mn, I sny?" The call come this time from the head of the stairs. "Well, what Is It?" j "I want my clean shirt." it's right there lu your drawer, Just Where 1 put It." "I can't find It." Mrs. Tucker wiped her hands hastily on the towel as she crossed the room. The stairs were built In the wall and she laid her hand agulust It going up; It wits the third time she bad been up stairs that morning, i ''There!" she exclaimed triumphantly In her good-hearted tone, drawing forth the desired article; "Just where I said twaa."" "I thought that was another one," an Bwered her husband. "Ain't you 'most through? You'll be late." "No, I guess not." 1 It was a sweet Sunday morning in June and the sunshine struck glints of gold from the surface of the grass blades. The sky was a clear, rain washed blue; the fragrance of wild rose was abroad In the air. Mrs. Tucker looked out of t lie kitchen door at the old home switching his tall at the gate. He, too, wore a Sunday aspect. "I'd like to sit down and take It all In." she thought to herself. "There'll be the ride to church, anyway." Presently there came another call from above, "Hurry up! You'll make me late." "S'pose so," said Mrs. Tucker silent, ly, now resigned to her fate. It seemed to Alinlra Tucker at times as if she had been "hurrying up"' all her life. ( When elie went upstairs Mr. Tucker was siaudiiig In his shirt sleeves before the glass, chin out and mouth drawn to one side, as he wrestled with his collar button. She stopped lu fasten It for him before Hilling down to put on her shoes, then, Hliiiullug behind him, she craned her neck over his shoulder to see how her back hair looked. He did not move and she did uot seem to ex pect It. "I wish you'd fix this tie, Almlry. I can't make It come right."' "Just a minute, Isr'el." He shifted his position uneasily from one foot to the other. "I can't wait all day." His wife dropped the Just arranged waves of her front hair In disorder, and tied the tiecktle. There was not a neat er or more "particular" man In town than Israel Tucker, and she was proud of the fact. His stiff shirt bosoms never broke In the wrong place. "I'll be all ready by the time you get unhitched," she said, breathlessly, dart ing here and there as he put on his Sun cos t and vent. "Yes, Isr'el, I'm com ing!" she culled a few moments later. "Oh, dear! 1 always get so flustrated. Well, I can put ou my gloves 's we go along." "Oh, my! Ain't It a pretty day?" she exclaimed, now quite serene again. "Don't those daisies look like a lot 'o children havlu' a party? See 'em bow in' an' diincln'. How pretty pink those roses are!" "Well enough," snld Mr. Tucker, In dulgently. The pntroulzlug toleration of the uiilinnKliiatlre temperament for what Is beyond Its grasp Is a secret spring of glee to the humorous mind. Mrs. Tucker was not definitely con kcIous, however, of anything unsatisfy ing. She "took Isr'el Just 's she found lilm."" After all, they had much lu common. After church they drove to their mnr. rlcd daughter's to dinner. Emiiieline lived In the village. Mrs. Tucker al ways felt this visit to be something of an event It was the only dny In the week when she could sit still In her best Mack silk and see someone else "fly around." Emmellue loved to fly around. She was young aud plump and Inex haustible. She rushed up to her mother as soon as the buggy stopped, and switched her collar Into shape. "I dld'nt want to tell you In church, but you got your collar on crooked again. Now, coma right In. Don't you do anything, nia-slt where you are. I'm going to bavo chicken for dinner." It was pleasant to see her little airs of position and hospitality. "Shall I cut up your lettuce for you, Henry?" she asked at table. "If you want to," auswered her bus band, a thin, dark man with a rather dlseournged expression. "I wish the pesky stuff would grow cut up, for my part." Tbey all laughed. Later on In the meal reference was made to something In the weekly newspaper. Emmellue at once Jumped up and brought It to him. "Why didn't you let him go?" asked Mrs Tucker afterward. She was Wing ing complacently, "Kmmcllne's got a good borne." "Well, I knew Just where It was." "You don't want to do for him In every single thing. Let blm wait on you some. It's Just as well to begin right." Emmellne came to a standstill oppo site. Her eyes had a Jocose light In them; her round, good-huuiored face was like her mother's. "Now, ma, I'd Just like to know how much more I do than you've been doing for pa as far back as I can remember?" "Well, maybe so," said Mrs. Tucker, surprised. The matter had never been so forcibly presented to her before. On their way home that afternoon she thouebt it over. She had tbe ability, rare In women who lead restricted lives, to face a situation and sum It up fnun nil ItniierMoiml nolllt of View. She was doing this now. What Emnielliie said was true. All her married life she had waited on her husbnnd hand and foot until he had become so wonted to It as hardly to be able to get along without her help; and It hnd been a wonder to her, In the In frequent trips which he made to the city how be managed to dress himself un aided. She had found his belongings for him and put them away for years, and he expected It. Did he call she dropped everything and ran to him; It had been so much easier to run than to tell hlni what to do. She realized now that It was this that kept her always In a hurry. "The Tuckers always did take a sight of attention," she thought, with no sense of grievance. "Well, he Is as he is, I suppose." Nevertheless, when Mr. Tucker stopped on his way out to harness the horse next Sunday, to remark thut he hoped she wasn't going to keep him waiting a whole half-hour again, she uiailo n stand for herself. "I'll be ready soon enough If you won't call me a way from my work." "It ain't that," said Mr. Tucker, In a tone of conscious superiority; "It's something else. I don't know how 'tis, but a woman never can get ready to go atiywhere wtthout fusslu'." "Well, you look after your own things today oud nl tend t0 mine-then we'll see." Mr. Tucker came in and" went up stairs. Presently his voice cdlled; "Is the water hot?" "Yes," said Mrs. Tucker, rubbing he? spoons with cheerful energy. There was silence for two or three minutes, then the voice called again, a little Imperatively: "I asked you If the woter was hot?" "Hot enough for shnvlu'; better come an' get It right off." "I can't I ain't fixed to." "You can tlx yourself well enough to come down; there's nolwdy passlu'." Mr. Tucker didn't look exactly "fixed" ns he limped crossly downstairs In heel- less slippers, with his suspenders dang ling and his old shirt bulging out at the buck In an extraordinary manner. "I didn't know you was so put to It 't you couldn't hand up a diper of water," he observed with sarcasm. "Well, I ain't a goln' to have yon tell me I'm late this time," said his wife. Soon he called again: "Where'd you put those socks of mine, Almiry?" "Just where I told you rlghthand comer of your drawer." "I can't And em." "Well, you look again an' I guess you will." Strange sounds arose overhead; shov ing sounds; squeaking, rattling sounds; a tramping back and forth. Over Mrs. Tucker's face stole nn Irrepressible smile of pure enjoyment. "Great doln's goln' on," she snld, deftly turning over the dlshpan and hanging the towels up to dry. "I declare, I'm about through!" She entered her room. The bureau drawer that held Mr. Tucker's linen had been tnkeu out bodily and dumped ujon the bed; it looked as If a cyclone Had whirled through It. Hanging over the edge were various nondescript bundles, partly unrolled; some even strewed the floor. Mrs. Tucker paid no outward attention, though her or derly mind was dismayed. She dis ported herself leisurely before the glass, smoothing her hair and pinning her collar with the utmost nicety. Behind her stood her husband, dodging his bend from side to side. "What Is the matter?" "1 can't see anything while you take up the whole lookin' glass." "You can see over my head Just as well as I can over yours. Want any thing?" lie would not answer until she looked up. Then he poluted to his tie. "As soon as I've put on my bonnet. Why, what makes you fidget so? Get your coat an' vest ou if you waut to be doing something." Five minutes afterward Mrs. Tucker might have been seen in the ample sitting-room door with her striped Sunday shawl ou her arm, occasionally glancing over her shoulder, for her husband was behind time. As be finally appeared, warm and tired, she remarked, pleas antly: "You see I was all ready." Mr. Tucker apparently did uot hear. He got stiffly Into the buggy. It was not until the end of the day that his wife discovered that he bad worn socks that were not mates. Now It happened that their Dearest neighbor besought Mrs. Tucker to pay her a visit that week. "You're almost a stranger, Almlry," said she; "can't you aud Mr. Tucker come to tea toward the end of the week?" I "I'd be pleased." answered Mrs. Tucker. "Mr. Tucker's busier u com-, mon Just now with the bayin,' but per- ha he could come along late In the afternoon aud go home with me." Mr. Tucker, however, would make no promise. "I'll see about It," was what he said. The day was so warm that Mrs. Tucker went to the storeroom to get out a certain black and wnite sprigged lawn, which she kept for the hottest weather, and which bad not been worn that season. The store closet was built around the chimney. It was too small for a room, too large for a closet, and It had a little bit of a win dow near the floor that would not open. Mrs. Tucker was all ready to go when she saw that she bad left the door un fastened, and she stepped back aud turned tbe button. It proved to be an enjoyable after noon, though Mr. Tucker did not come to tea. "I don't suppose It was so be could get away," Mrs. Tucker ex plained, apologetically; "the hay's rlpenln' so fast." She was disappointed herself, for she enjoyed her husband's society at times-he "made a good ap-1 nearance In company." On this account oh returned earlv In the evening, hold- lug her muslin skirts well up to keep them out of the dust. Contrary to their usual twilight habit, the side door was ei.o1. Evervthlusr looked lust as she had left it. She hooked back the door and opened a window to let In the fresh air. It went up with a bang. Rata- tnt: rat-atnt! What was that? Mrs. Tnckpr'a nulsp iumned wildly: both her hands sprung up as she llsteued. There' It was again! A loud thump-thump going on upstairs. I "M.rcv! Whnr pan It be. Where's Isr'el that he don't hear the noise? It cn-t Awful fears chased her ns, j circumstances over which he has no dragging her everyday hat by one control, and preserve Intact his sonse of string, she rushed upstairs where the conscious superiority over all lnani sounds, louder and louder, guided her mate things. Even a stout wooden straight to the storei-oom door. j button of his own fashioning may be ..There' was uo mistaking the anlmat- a' sufficient agent to enlarge his views. Ing motive of those blows; fage, word-! The Instruments that shape our ends less and Impotent rage, was venting ! nre not always such as We would choose Itself In regular pounding thwacks like ourselves, It Is a curious fact, yet a battering rom Inside that closet; the true, that nothing had ever done Israel door trembled under them. Mrs. Tucker , Tucker more good than being shut up turned the button and the door shot in that closet. forward with the force of a catapault. I In the first sharp days' Of fall Mrs. A toll, burly form, partly white and Tucker fell sick, nnd when she1 recover partly black In the dusk, stepped forth. ' ed the doctor told her husband that "Isr'el Putnam Tucker, bow you her heart was weak.; "You must see scaret me! How came you tbere?"- Dld Israel Putnam Tucker deign to reply? Not he. He stalked majestical ly across the hall with a measured tread that lost uone of Its Impressive ness from bis being In his shirt sleeves. Ills wife followed at his heels, all agi tation and remorse. "You don't say you was in thai closet alltheaft'noon? Why, theawfull Why didn't you speak? Why didn't you say something? I was lu a hurry an' I stinnose you didn't have time. An' the boy was way over In the lot, wu'n't be? Of course, he couldn't hear you. I'm dreadful sorry, isr'el. I wouldn't done it .: .nvHiimr If I'd known. Such a hot day" foot I'm nfril!d you'll be sick, j Israel did his best to follow the do(?t?r's Your face H Just purple'' Instructions, He did more; he liegiyi hi This was oing just too tat, Mr. a feeble, rudimentary fashion to take Tucker lifted M free hand (the oilier I care of her. At first It seemed to Mrs. held his vest nrtd wilted collnr) in a J Tucker more bother thflfl ttse, She ex single determined ?Mire, as one who I pressed herself quite openly about It. should say: "A vaunt! He might have .She had' never been a scold, but she been posed Just so on a destal for a had hrtd her own way In that kitchen. statue of his namesake, Tften looking neither to right nor left, he marched downstairs. Consternation made Mrs. Tucker's roil ml eyes rounder and puckered all her face; something else divided her swift mind, something .Unit wanted to be amusement, and had uo kindred soul to share It with. "Oh, my, he's Just full of mad!" she soliloquized. "Don't Illume him. So'd I be if I'd been shut up four or live hours In that little closet; only I'd been thlukin' some how comical 'twas, and kind o makin' a story of It to tell after ward, an' he don't get any comfort that way." Mr. Tucker came In from the yard after awhile, and sat down In the door with his newspaper. Ills wife fluttered aliout anxiously. "Let me mnke you a glass of lemonade, Isr'el," she sug gested. The top of Mr. Tucker's head above the newspaper waved decidedly from side to side. "I won't ask him; I'll go make It," thought his better half; "he hasn't had any supper, either." The pungent freshness of lemon peel and the yukle of the spoon in the pitcher were pleasant things that warm night, and Mr. Tucker's senses seemed to greet them with approval; but as bis wife set the glass beside bim he looked askance at it aud sioke for the first time: "I don't want It." "Do drink It, Isr'el, It'll cool you off." "I-don't-want-lt." She said no more, but carried the glass out to the kitchen and left It In the window. By and by Mr. Tucker arose, aud, with his eyes still on the paper, sauntered casually out that way. When Mrs. Tucker went into the pantry to stir up bread the glass was empty, and an Immense wedge was gone from the berry pie she had baked that morn lug. She looked pleased. "Well, 1 guess he won't starve," she said. "What makes pa so solemn?" asked Emmellne next Suudny. "He acts Just's he did at the time those bunko men took him In at Hartford." "Now, Emmellne, you mustn't say one word." Mrs. Tucker was really aching to tell the story. She told It dramatical ly because It was her nature. If rt had been a Joke against herself It wvuld have been the same. Emmellne dropped the flour selve and plumped herself down on a stool hi the pantry she also was dramatic. "Ob, ma." she said, "I shall glvs ur Tbere-sh-b! You mustn't do so." It Is hard to know bow to treat a man In the sulks. You can punish a little boy who does not behave to please you, whether you are right or wrong, for be Is the under dog; but what can you do with a little uoy or nrty-sevenr or a week Mr. Tucker showed a surprising propensity for keeping himself in evl- deuce. He would come in from tno farm at all hours or the day anu insu- tute elaborate searches for unknown ar ticles, and If bis wife asked him what he was looking for or begged to help him he Invariably turned a deaf ear. He found numberless things requiring his Immediate attention within sight of the kitchen door. It was not that be wanted to be near at band to answer If spoken to and not answer. He also de veloped a rigid Independence to his toilet. He could look after himself, he guessed; he didn't waut any meddling with his things. One rainy day he was busy for some time upstairs, and later on his wife found out that he had been turning out the contents of his bureau drawers and rearranging them after an original conception of his own. By this time she .would have worn sackcloth and ashes. If sackcloth and ashes hd anything to do with the case. He even refused assistance with his collars, go lug so far as to trim off the frayed edges of an old one to wear to town meeting, much to her mortification, and on Sunday, while driving to church, as she saw his checked necktie sliding around to his ear and ventured to re- place It, he delllerately put up his left hand and shoved it around again. Then , she knew he was very mad. Of course, It wore off in time;, but a touch of new independence remained, . and another result less palpable per haps, a shading off, ns It were, of the uudlsturbed self -Imports nee which had hitherto marked his demeanor. A man on hnot be confined four or five hours In a closet on a broiling dny lu July, from to It now that she doesn't overdo," he said. "Make her sit down more, and not stoop over or reach up, or get tired out." He was a young doctor and very able. Israel went to the door to see him drive out of the yard In his mud-splashed buggy. He did not go back to the room where his wife was. He looked out of the end window, Little was to be seen from the window', and that little he did not see, but he stood there some time. It was d trial to the able-bodied worn- ; an, wlwse life bad been spent in taking steps for others, to give up her active ! ways and let many tilings fit) undone. His fingers were all thumbs. Wueu he broke the handle off the sugar bowl trying to mnke hev a cup of tea she felt that the wlitffe household was go lug to rack aud ruin AM told him so. By-and-by it began to give her a cer tain pleasure to see Israel stepping about the house, bringing tier her shawl or placing a footstool for her: Me had never dbne those things before', even when courting: he had supposed1' flint she knew enough to take care of tier self. One day she sat In her room while Israel, on his knees beside her, strug gled over her shoes with the button hook. Ills sleek, gray head and busy, work-hardeued hands were pleasant In her eyes. She sudileuly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. And I suppose she had not done It like that since she was young. Our New England emotions are like our bottled cider; they have a tang of their own, but the cork comes out hard, and not always without sn ex plosion. "Oh, Isr'el," said she, "you'r so good. I don't like to make you do so much for me all the time." Israel looked up. He was not smil ing, but tn his sober face there was a! i look as of one who was slowly rising'-j to tbe occasion. j "You might as well get used to lt,"' he said. "Doctor said to see to you' . some, an' I'm going to do it." "But I don't want you should wait on me so much I don't need It" "I ain't said yet I didn't like it," an swered Israel. New York Tribune. A Comforting Text. The late Mayor Howland, of Toron to, called one day on a poor, sick wom an and as usual read a portion of scrip ture and ottered prayer. On leaving he named a passage of scripture which he thought would give comfort The husband of the sick woman was In censed that Mr. Howland should have left no more substantial evidence of sympathy and gave expression to his anger in vigorous language. After a little the Bible was opened again, and a $10 bill was found. The angry man went at once to Mr. Howland and of fered his humble apologies, and at the funeral of his benefactor there was not a more sincere mourner than the one who had failed to understand that ther la more than one way of bestow ing charity. Nobody but a woman will carry a watck without keeping It wound up. AN UMBRELLA' STAND. FROM barrels, boxes and odd bits of wood, the old of hammer, nails nnd clue and the transforming assistance of palut. gilt and varnish, many a home convenience may ue ue veloped by amateurs. A design for an umbrella stund. illustrated and describ ed In the Ladles' Home Journal, for instance. Is mode of ordinary wood anu covered with burlap or bagging, finish ed at the edges with screws or slim steel wire nails. Over the entire outsme ot the box stretch burlap or bagging, such as furniture is wrapped and packed In. Fasten the material In place with flat headed carpet tacks or liquid glue. Af ter the glue Is dry the burlap may ue treated to several coats of paint of some desirable color. After the first coat Is applied the box should staud for fl few days, so that the paint nifly thoroughly dry before the second coat is applied. When the last cont of paint has dried hard the corners of the box may be decorated by driving ornamental nails or tacks at even distances Apart around each of the four sides. Any design can be worked flUt Iri the following manner: On a large aillOOtli piece of paper draw an oblong, to represent one side of the box, 10 Inches wide aud 39 Inches long. On this draw the design with a soft lead pencil and make four tissue paper tracings of It. Fasten one tracing on each side of the box at a time and be gin to drive the nails on the line fairly close together, but not so that the heads will touch each other. Drive the nails la half way, and when all the lines of tbe design have been followed tear aay the tissue poper and hammer the nails In flush. Large headed Iron car pet tacks can be Used for this purpose, but they should first be treated to a coat of thin, black paint. When the outside of the box Is finish ed It will be necessary to give the In side coat or two of some dark-colored paint or frtjihaltum varnish to protect It from moishtre, A zinc tray that will fit inside the sttf'ftt,' to catch the drip pings from wei umliffltas, can be made by any tinsmith. , ' When the woman who has deligiiVsd- fy lived out of doors all summer lu rifwl scenes finds herself returned to bricli; walls and city conventionalities, site Is somewhat abashed at the condition of her skin. Freckles and sunburn are rather effective than otherwise under the garden hat or mouutalu cap, but With the natty tailor-made gown of early nutumu and generally smart ef fect of city toilettes, one wishes some how these skin blemishes had been left in the country along with tbe lost tennis balls, broken oars and other midsum mer rubbish: Sometimes the simple washing of the face every oight for a few nights with pure castile soup and tepid water will be all that Is needed, but if tbe freckles still hold, a lotion published by the Med ical Record, and pronounced harmless, will remove them. The formula for this is: Four ounces lactic acid, two ounces glycerine, one ounce rose water. After using the lotion apply a pure cold cream to allay any burning sensation. Vaseline on the face or hands Is not recommended by complexion special ists, as It has a tendency after a while to yellow the skin. It Is, however, an excellent thing to touch the lips with on going out windy, autumn days. It prevents the hardening and cracking to Which tender-skinned people are sub ject at the first harsh breeae. Touch only tbe lips and try not to moisten them afterward. American Cultivator. BncCPaafnl t-.ntertalnins. The woman who apologizes for the little-she has must always be a failure when she entertains. Yet her non-success Is no greater than that of her sis ter who Is so overwhelmed by her gran deur as never to be able to equal her conditions. There are hostesses in great bouses who seem to be no more a part of their surroundings than frightened mice who sit In corners. Tbe secret. In fact of success In en tertaining is as subtile and elusive as the secret of charm. Yet few things in life, unless lr be tbe way to bring up children, tempt the world Into laying down so many laws on tbe subject, or Into framing so many precepts. The se cret however, must always be elusive, because It Ilea In tbe power of person alitythe 'personality of host or hos tess; and by personality I mean the ex pression which each Individual nature has consciously framed for Itself. And In this expression lie tact and taste, generous impulse, kindly feeling, low If lit j .. yMiqut-'MBBKLLA STAMP. ,.f Mimin. iiiilmrdliintiou of self, readl- ness to give and willingness U) receive, I ..,,. ,.r n.iiiiitiibllltv. desire for har- monv. And these tests of success bold good whether the entertaining Involves lavish display, In which the unacciis tomed aro apt to be bewildered, or In eludes only hospitality extended to those who would otherwise be with out shelter. Harjier's Bazar. Rulra for Hospitality. Do not monopolize any good thing. Do uot intrude Into your host's af fairs. Go direct when tbe fall or visit la ended. Do not make a bobby of personal In firmities. Do not overdo the matter of eoter (fllnmeut. Do not forget bathing facilities for the guest. "Make yourself at home." but not too much so. In ministering to the guest ds not neglect the family. Do not mnke unnecessary work for others, even servants. Do not gossip; there are better thlugs In life to think about. Let no member of tbe family Intrude In the guest chamber. Conform to the custom of the bouse, especially ns to meals. Be courteous, but not to the extent of surrendering principles. When several guests are present, give a share of attention to all. Introduce games or diversion, but only such ns are agreeable. Better simple food with pleasure than luxuries with annoyance and worry. Have a comfortable room In readi ness, adapted to the needs and tastes of the guests. j A guest need not accept every pro posed entertainment; he should be con siderate of himself and his host - Veava the likes and dislikes of those nm tn be entertained, but not through the medium of an Imperative 7 eatechlsm.-Rural tiome. Coustn of Mrj, ClfcVe'and. A "Amelia's Palace" Is the cynosure of nil travelers' eyes In the Utter-Day JSlori. Everyone who spends an hour in Salt Lake City visits the handsome, three-story structure dignified by that title. The woman whose memory the building will perpetuate Is still living. Amelia Folsom Young, the sixteenth Bftisl.L.O fot'Ko's FAVORITE Wifr. and favorite wife of Brlgliam Young, is still hnniio'mv? and remarkably well preserved, to' weSl !ms abe1 managed' the liberal esta'i Jeff by lief t&tboxlk husband that lty Wjjsj' Jncrdasdd ma'ri.v' times In value and slip,' Is'orie'of the1 wealthiest of her sex frcthe Far West.: She has exceptionally reliwed tastes and; Is fondof travel, having uid'e several extensive European tours. Mrs; Young . Is a devout Mormon. She resides,' not in the palace, but In a spacious limine a ' few blocks west of the historic bnild-' Ing. She is a cousin of Mrs. Grover' Cleveland. Odds and End of Jewelry, The newest spoon this year is one that stirs tbe claret cup. It has a han dle eighteen Inches long and promises not to get lost, no matter how deep the pitcher may be. A golf score with pencil costs $3.75, and the newest oxidized silver belt buckle costs anywhere from 53 to $8. This buckle ornaments all colors in belt ribbon. Belts, garters and purses have receiv ed the most of the designers' attention, apparently and so far as spoons are concerned there is now a particular spoon to serve every edible mentioned In the menu. A chain purse Is the most foolish lit tle purse In the world, but women love Just such foolish things. This year tbey are set In amethysts, and the guard chain, which goes around the neck, is fastened at the belt with a guard pin. Where, tbe Best Briar Grows, The best briar root from whicb pines are made comes from the borders of France and Italy. In the mountainous districts of those countries, roots are dug out which have grown for aees. and are sometimes larger than a man's body, weighing hundreds of pounds. ' Tbe wood thus obtained is remarkably oeaumui. inree large deposits of the root have been Just discovered m France, and the price may be bremzbt down in time. Coffee In Northern Latitudes The farther north the more injuri ous to the human system Is the use of coffee. Ureenlanders have found It as eosary to prohibit Its use by the yean&. L