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ONCE ON A TIME. Once on n lime 11 wifi'i benrt bled; The world was gay. tho world v kind; Put oiio wlin should che'lsli had spurned iilNll'llll, And lliedu.v wore Ionic and for lore sho pined. Once on it lime 111101)10' enme. Hi voire ho low, his word" ho rid), The bleeding hi'iirt of the wife in nil 1110 Felt the ioleiit sped of the Cupid witch. Once on a time a women thought To repair un 1 rror by one an deep; Little she recked of tho ,-iiln wrought From scedx mo iv 11 only liars to renp. Once on 11 time n month end a dny Were spent in luughter uud love's iweet spell. And Ihen came the end, ho went awn jr. Curing nothing if she fured ill or well, Once mi 11 lime the wife then thought Of the vanished name. he fair repute, Of IheHpell of liuppinciH .(early bought, The words of respect rhnt for her were inille. Once on n lime there eu:i'o an hour When Hhe realised her t'reiit mlHtnke; The Koiiiul of music, the scent of a .'lower. Did naught hut the voice of memory wake. Once on 11 lime when tne city slept A frail, fair form to the river's brink. Cowering ami heart wciiry. closely crept To hide her alinme, 110 more to think. Once on 11 lime all this was true, Fiction no place has en folly's page; An illicit love wiih but corn to rm. And surely death Is sin's own wage. riiiladclphin Times. MISS NANCY. November win growing old. nml Miss Niincy ('miii, who nut nt the window watching the gray clouds Hlilft across the sky in heavy masses, wished In her secret lionet Unit It was -gone.' "Who'd '11 thought It would hev come off no cold lifter such a wiirni spell, Nancy?" wild 11 voice from the little bedroom Unit led out of the kitchen. 'it's moderating. I reckon It's going to suow," rcNponded .Miss Nancy. "It's Jest like the November when Jim Wllniot went out West," cunt limed her slsior rcinlnlsccntly. "yes," wiih the low response. "Twiih 11 ivnl wiirni Thanksgiving, nml then n ilny or two after It begun ter snow, nml the L'Stb you renieinber, Nnn,ey 'twas the time they I1111I the clo'bralion In the schoolhoiise, 11 ml you nml J I in went my. how It did blow and hleet! Anil on Sunday It was so drifted Hint Cousin Anne C'liinp she thet was fl Stevens, you know couldn't git ter meeting. It was tho llrst time In 'leven years thet she'd missed hearing Elder JHokons. She felt real bad about It." lidded Miss Aliby. .Miss Nancy 'drew her chalrnoaror to the window and brushed her band across her I'.ves. There was 110 sound from the little bed-room for 11 while. The big, old-fashioned clock on the high ulielf licked away the inlnutes, and Miss Nancy rocked by the window, with her hands folded In her lap. ' "There's someone a-coinlu' across the , old bridge." niiIi! .Miss Abby, "eagerly. "See who It Is, Nancy. Likely ns not It's that school teacher thet hoards down ter Foster's. I hough It don't sound like their team. She must be a powerful sight 0' trouble to 'em." And Nancy pressed her face against Hie pane obediently, although there was a misl be fore her eyes that blinded her u Utile. The wagon came nearer mid nearer until she could see thai It had bill one occupant -a mail of about 40, apparently, Willi a heard that per haps lidded a Utile to his age. "Who Is il, Nancy?" iiirslloiied Miss Abby, fretfully. "It aln'l her. Is It V .My! It sounds ns If It was coming in in here." "I don't know," answered Miss Nan cy. "Like enough he wants some di rections." "lie? Lands! It's a man, then! He Mire to tell him us " Hut there enme. a heavy knock 011 the door and Miss Abby subsided. Slowly Miss Nancy crossed the room and turn ed tho knob. There was nothing said lor a moment. The uian looked steadily al tho figure before him; at the simply made woolen dress with Its pure white collar mid cull's, the slender, blue-vein-ed hands, the face with Its linn mouth ami faded blue eyes, the hair parted smoothly nml with the same little wave In front that he remembered so well, and the high shell comb that was new to him. He saw the wrinkles, too, but he saw 110 more the years of toll and 1 rouble that must have brought them. All this he noted, and then held out his kind. "Nancy, have you forgotten Jim?" She gave a startled glance Into his eyes, and a little crimson flush crept 'iilo her checks. It reminded him of the t ine he had kissed her in the garden lurk of the house. "Who Is it. Nancy V" whispered Miss Abby from the lied room. "o tell him ter come in and shut the door, ami 1 want some more fennel." "Yes, Abby,' answered Miss Nancy, opening her lips with an effort. .llin Wiliuol came In ami closed the door sofily behind him. Is Abby very sick?" he asked. "She hasn't walked for sll years," answered Miss Nancy, mechanically taking some fennel out of a dish on the table and going Into the bed room with li. "Wlio Is It?" whispered Miss Abby fgalu. ".Hni Wilmot," responded her sister. "Jim! Lands o' Oiwhoii! Well, well! WhoM 'a' thought he'd V turn up after a'l these years. lo tell hi 111 to come In here 'fore he gies. Jim Wilmot! Well. never!" Mi Nancy gave little pat to Uie pillows, and then entered the sitting' room again. "If you'll stay to supper, you'd better nut your horse and team under the slieil. We haven't a hired man now.' "Thank you," he said, gladly. She sent him a little itly glance as he went out of the door. In a few minutes he was back again but the talk was a little forced. He told her how rough the life was out West when he first went; how. after many discouragements, a little prosperity came to him, and then he came 011 a visit to Ills folks, who told hi in that they lived together at the little house, and that Abby was "s'ckly," though they didn't know she was.a regular In valid. Miss Nancy wondered, looking at the firm chin, and the hair that hud been bo brown now streaked with gray, If It was not very lonesome out there, and If he had quite forgotten the old days. The clock at last warned her that she must be about her preparations for sup per, and after excusing herself she brought In a dish of oranges to peel. She worked swiftly, though her hands trembled and felt "al! thumbs." She had almost Mulshed her task when an orange slipped out of the dish and roll ed oil the Moor, lloth stooped to pick It up mid their hands met. "Dear!" he said, holding out his arms. Miss Nancy gave one glance Into his lace, so near her own, and In a moment was crying softly on Ills shoulder. What mattered the years of waiting, the years of toll and trouble? Nothing mattered any more. The clock ticked on and Miss Abby awoke from the little "cat nap" she had been enjoying. "Nancy!" she called sharply. Miss Nancy started and raised her crimson face with Its new expression from Its resting place. "Walt a minute, dear heart," whis pered Jim. "I want to know when you'll go hack with. me. I went away to make a fortune and a home for you. They're waiting. When will you go?" "When will I go?" echoed Miss Nan cy, bewllderedly. "Nancy!" called .Miss Abby again. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Jim." faltered .Miss Nancy. "Why, back out West. I've got n pretty little place there, with thirty acres or so, and nary a mortgage. You'll have neighbors, for there's other farms near, and you shan't work, Nancy. I'll get 11 girl." "And Abby?" asked Nancy. Jim Wilmot started. "I had forgotten her," he said help lessly. "Hut where's the rest of the re ligions? Or why couldn't she go to a 'home' or something?" The flush In Miss Nancy's face faded and n little line of pain formed around her mouth. "She'd never stand it to leave this place. She's lived here all her life, Jim," she said slowly. There was a silence for a moment, then she continued, steadily: . I shall never leave her; so good good-by, Jim." And you'll sacrifice yourself and nie fer 11 notion?" be replied hotly. "All right, then, I shan't leave my farm and settle duwirln this humdrum place jest fer the sake of your sister. Good- by. Nancy." And live minutes after the horse drove out of the yard and down the hill while one lonely woman strain ed her eyes for a last glimpse of it, ami tlie gathering Hakes of snow were al ready lining up Its tracks. She stood there a long while watch ing the sullen clouds and the snow that was coming thicker and faster. Little nulTs of wind blew the Hakes of snow against the pane, and Miss Nancy won dered vaguely if they felt unhappy be cause they melted so soon. t last she roused herself and went il'to the bed-room. Miss Abby. tired of calling, had fallen asleep. She was thankful for the respite, and, going out softly, prepared her own supper and the Invalid's while the wind blew furi ously around the little old house and fairly shook Its foundation. She sat by the lire with her head on her bauds long after her sister had eaten her supper, and being satisfied with the evasive answers to her many questions had gone to sleep again. Hut the tire had died dowu and It grew chilly in the little kitchen, so finally she, too, went to her night's rest. It was very late when she dropped Into a light sleep and the morning goon came. The day passed drearily. Miss Abby talked incessantly of Jim Jim, until her sister felt she should scream or go mad; but she did neither, and was only a little more tender, a little more pa tient. The nigM set In with a regular snow storm. Miss Abby declared they would he snowed In by morning. The wind blew down the chimney with moans, like an uneasy spirit. In the morning Miss Nancy was star tled by the darkness In the little rooms. The wind had Mown the snow In big drifts against the windows and door. What Miss Abby had feared had come to pass, and they were snowed In. Hut there was no cause for worry as yet. There was plenty of rood in the pantry and wood In the wood box. There was no stock to suffer, and someone would surely go hy before the day was over and discover their plight. She lighted her lamp and did her work, though In a rather half-hearted way, and the day passed and no one weut by, and the snow piled up higher and higher around the house. Miss Abby was very little frightened at their situation. Indeed, her sister hardly knew what to make of her; she "ra'.ed a l'.Ve wauderlng and confus ed things strangely. The next day, late In the afternoon. It stopped snowing, but no one went by, and darkness came on again. Another long night. Miss Nancy left a lamp burning in the kitchen anJ then went to l-d. Very early in the morning she was suddenly awakened by a shout and the sound of someone kicking on the side of the house. She hastily dressed and then entered tho sitting-room, "III!" someone called. "Who Is It?" she asked. "It's me At wood down to tho foot o-f the bill, yer kuow. Wife was sick and I had to go fer the doctor. l(e ye snowed In?" "Yes. Will you get someone to dig us out some time to-day?" "All right. I'll git Sam, If he'll come. Be back In an hour or two." Miss Nancy sat down and waited. The wood was almost gone 'and she was glad Mr. At wood bad discovered their predicament. The clock has Just struck when she heard a shovel strike tho house. "We're here,. Nancy be out In a shake," said Mr. At wood. ,,, . "All right," she answered, and went Into the bed-room to tell Abby. But her sister was sleeping quietly, so she tiptoed back again. After an hour's hard shoveling the door opened, and 111 the gray light of the morning she saw Jim Wilmot ptamllng before her. Mr. Atwood, after assuring himself that everything was safe, went around to the drifts before the windows and commenced work again, but Jim did not go. Nancy," he said, "I was a fool the other dny. I'm going to sell my farm and come back here. I can't live with out you. Nancy, will you marry me?" And Abby?" she questioned. ; Abby shall live with us. You shan't be separated." "But it's so 'humdrum' here, Jim, and you'll be homesick after the West again," protested Miss Nancy. P'raps so, a little," he admitted. "But 1 must have you, Nancy. Will you for- g't what I said the other day an' marry me?" "You know I will, Jim," she said In a whisper, and he kissed her fondly. And in the bed-room Miss Abby lay asleep, a sweet peace upon her wrin kled face. "She had gone beyond tho shadows Into the reality." Waverly Magazine. OLD-TIME FORTUNES. I here Were Millionaire Then and They Knew How to Spend, When reading of tho !argo sums pos sessed by modern millionaires, It Is In teresting to recall the uotablo fortunes of ancient days. Croesus, whose name has become a byword for excessive wealth, could certainly not have bought up u Vnndorbllt; his whole fortune did not exceed three millions. A far great er sum was left by the Infamous and miserly Tiberius, who was worth $118, li',000 at Ills death, and it Is said that his successor, Caligula, squandered this Immense wealth within 11 year. Sen eca had a tidy little fortune of $17,500, 000. which could hardly have beeu tho case had his philosophy been pure and unalloyed B RIOINQ FST AFTER HOUNDS, ICYCLKS and gulling sticks -vlll soon be forgotten by tne iov burning members of New York's four hundred. Not by any means all or the swell set In New York ride lo hounds. At the most the total number Is uot greater than three score, for fox Asplus. discovering that Ills litnitiur hi a rare sport, requiring rare treasury contained only IJOO.uOO. com mitted suicide rroni fear of poverty: a single repast cost Lucullus $100,000. and at one of her banquets Cleopatra made Antony drink a pearl valued at $."0,000. Iu extent of fortune, certain living millionaires may beat the an cients, hut In the matter or extrava gance we think the balance is 011 tin other side. nerve, rare senso and rare horseman ship. Not every woman possesses these qualities. But the foitunates who do give the lie to Hie popular Idea that the woman of fashion Is merely sonic dainty thing whose sole mission III life is to sit still In her framings of finery and lie admired. These women of the limiting set ride straight and true, never flinching when the pinch Highest Observatory in tbo World. The highest permanent astronomical observatory in the world on the sum mit of Mont Blanc was fully equip ped with Instruments a short time ago. There has beeu a temporary station there for some years, but the Instru ments have been small and of llttlo power compared with those uow In place. The establishment of this observa tory was a, task which at the outset seemed Impossible, and the obstacles which M. Jansen, who headed the quar tet of French astronomers, had to over come were unparalleled. Mont Blanc is nearly sixteen thousand feet high, and its ascent, eveu under , the most favorable conditions during' the sum mer mouths, is dillicult as well as dangerous. The transportation of many heavy and delicate scientific Instruments to the top of this loftiest mountain of the Alps was, therefore, n labor so great as to seem beyond the range of possi bility, yet It was accomplished without the loss of u single life. The telescope and the other instniiiient.s had to be taken to pieces before being carried up the precipitous mountain sides; even then some of the packages weighed a hundred pounds, and most of them about fifty. One of the guides who as sisted iu the work holds the record of having made the ascent more than five hundred times since the beginning of his professional career, and It was he who found recently the bodies of the Austrian professor and his two guides who lost their lives not long ago. Saved by His Wit. If a man Is going to play the bully he ought to have good muscles or a clever wit. A little adventure Into which one such braggart stumbled Is thus narrat ed by an exchange. He was a small ish mnn with a large voice. lie had a companion: who, be it said, to his credit, seemed' ashamed of the company lie was In, stood In a hotel rotunda one Saturday night. The little fellow wtw talking about Ireland, and be said many hard things concerning the country and the people. A big man stood by listening to the little fellow's vaporlngs. lie merely smiled until the little fellow said In a very loud tone: "Show nie an Irishman and I'll show you a coward." Then the big fellow slipped up, and touched the little fellow on the shoul der, saying in a heavy bass voice: "What's that you said?" "1 said 'Show me an Irishman and I'll show you a coward,' said the little fellow, whose knees were shaking un der him. "Well. I'm an Irishman," said the big fellow. "You are nn Irishman? Well," and a smile of Joy flitted over the little fel low's countenance as he saw a hole through which he could crawl, "I'm a coward." Milking a Zebu. Mrs. Braddock gives In tho Indopjmd-1 ent the exciting story of her attempt at milking a zebu, or Indian cow, it j weird, uncanny little creature like all her kind, with a hump and long ears I "sewed In crooked" so that they point J backward. One morning the gwala, 1 or cowherd. Informed his mistress that the calf had died In the night, and that the cow would not allow herself to be milked unless the calf's skin should j be stuffed and set up before her; more over, he suggested that If certain ru pees should be given him for the pur chase of material, he would stuff tUs skill himself. In America I had milked more than one kicking cow. Calmly, uot to say loftily, requesting the gwala to brlusf his pull, I marched down to the cow house, inwardly resolved to see the rea son Vhy that cow should not be milked, and more than that, meaning to illus trate, what an American could do wheu an Indian hud failed. Outside the cow-shed the zebus were tethered in a row. They paid no at tention to the half-miked brown gwa la, but at my approach each, with wild eyes and uplifted head, snorting and trembrng, seemed, but for the restrain ing tet'uer rope, about to bound away Into th- Jungle. ' The gwala called a second man to his aid. ' With a new rope they lassoed the hinder legs of the bereaved, hold Ihg them lu a slip-noose. One man held the end of the rope, while the other with the pall cautiously approach ed her. In a twinkling" the pnll was a rod away, the man with ths rope was pull lug as for his life, the man with the pail was with It still. I was gasping to regain my breath, while that zebu was kicking as noth ing unpossessed could kick. She ap peared 'ltterly Indifferent as to whether there were ground under her, as all four feet seemed continuously in the, air. The adept who was declared able to dance with One foot six inches off de groan', de odcr not quite 'ouchiu', must deliver up the palm. Thankful that my valorous resolu tions had been mental, I meekly gave the gwala exactly one-third the amount he hml requested, and directed him to stuff the calf's skin. This having been accomplished, I was again summoned to the scene of action. There stood that remarkable cow, contentedly licking and fondling her offspring, and occasionally lunch ing scantily upon the hay stutling which protruded through her progeny's hide, while the native milked merrily away, sitting, us Is customary, ou the wrong lde. 111 mm MUS. KKIINOCII AN. Didn't Graup the Idea. Mother Robert, I gave you half an orange, didn't 1? Robert Yessuin. Mother Then why did you steal the half I gave your little sister? Robert Coz you to,d nie to always take her part, boo, hoo! Exchange. Mrs. Enjoyable Tandem. "Do you eujoy your tandem. Pesniond?" "Yes, indeed; Jack nnd I can quar rel on It as well as if we were sitting at home on the piazza." Louisville Courier-Journal. i comes, and often beating scores of uieu whose nerves were uot equal to the ruu. For Instance, there was a ruu last fall near Hempstead, L. 1.. behind the pack of the .Meadowbrook Hunt Club. Sev enty riders started. Including a dozen women. There were but ten in ut the death, all of the others being unhorsed or forced out of the hunt by the tower ing obstacles, the rough going and the swift pace. Of these fortunate and hardy ten the most conspicuous was Mrs. .1. L. Kertiochau, the only womuu to finish. Since then Mrs. Keruochan has been playfully dubbed the "Queen of Rough Ulders," and she deserves the title, lu this particular run the dis tance traversed was twelve miles, over eighty different Jumps, varying In height from three feet to five feet one Inch. It Is considered a stillAim when there are sixty Jumps to twelve miles. Moreover, the pace was extremely fast, the run being made In an hour. Hnmew hipped Her Father's A dmlrer. Miss Elaine Clnrrage. an attractive young woman residing In San Francis co, has Just achieved notoriety by pub licly punishing Mlna Trimmer, a for mer friend, because of the persistent attentions she bestowed upon her (Miss Clarrage's) father. Miss Clnrrage. In explaining the cause of the affair, said: "Minn Trimmer was formerly my friend, and I introduced her to my fam ily. We were friends for a long time, but I discovered that she was too friendly with my father and came to the house only to see hi 111. I saw how things were going and did not want to see our home broken up. I "talked to the house is closed promptly at 10. If u girl misses the closing hour ou three occasions 110 excuse prevents a prompt dismissal. Tin' inauageiueut claims that these rules necessitate its attend ants taking a proper amount of rest, and probably customers find it to their advantage not to be obliged to listen to an account of the last dance, or what "lie said" and "she said" wheu they wish to be waited on. A nemtirknble Oak. Tnere is a wayward white oak tree near Laporte. Iud., that may well puz zle naturalists with the vagaries of it. growth The tree is nine feet in cir cumference at the base, and there are no branches of any size below fifteen feet from the ground. There the great bole divides Into a number of limbs. Two, leaving the trunk about twenty Inches apart, grow west, their lines di verging for six feet, and then each bending toward the other. Twelve feet from the body of the tree they unite again, making a perfect oval, and out of tliis grow two smaller branches.. As If not satisfied with that expressed dis regard for the laws of nature, this old tree has performed another feat. Six feet "roin Its base grows another white oak, less than half Its size, and no sooner does the smaller tree arrive at the charmed circle of those branching limbs than one of them grows right into It and Is alksnrbcd. The second tree Is very much larger twenty feet from the ground than at Its base. Her Dearcat Friend. Cholly How old do you suppose Miss Furbish is? Gertrude You might ask mamm Perhaps she'll remember. Cleveland Leader. Frugality. "There are mou, I suppose," she re marked, pensively, "who are engaged ; tn more than one girl at the same time. ' j "Yes." he answered, "but 1 am not , .1110 of them." "I am glad to hear you say that. It is so frivolous and insincere." j "Of course. And there's no reason ' w hy a man shouldn't make one engage- j incut ring go all the way around if he 1 wily takes his time." Washington ' Star. j Forethought. Irate guest You scoundrel, why ! dldu't you bring me that hot water at 0? j Boots Ye see, sorr, 1 was afraid of ; oversleepin' nieself so I stood it out- side overnight. Funny Cuts. ; By the time s man is able to buy 11'J 1 he wants to eat, be has no stomach, j my brothers about the matter, but they did not seem to believe that there was much danger. I finally won my polut nnd she was told by the members of the family that fdie was no longer welcome at our house. Since then she has sim ply taxed her Ingenuity to devise ways of auuoyiug us. She has used opera glasses before to peer into our house, r.nd has nagged and annoyed me on i t'ie streets. I could not stand it any longer and made up my mind to horse i whip her." ! Shop Girla in Knsland. One cnu hardly euter 11 high-class 1 Louditushop without noting uot only the '. height and air of distinction the at tendants possess, but their refined voices and manner. Referrlug to this oue day, the manager of a large estab lishment said that the girls In their dressmaking department are required to have all these qualifications, and for the most part they come from good families, preferring this to the over crowded occupations of nursery gov erness or companion. There is hardly much to choose from In point of free dom, for all the girls are obliged to live in a building provided by and under the supervision of the management. These homes are doubtless comfortable, but the rules are extremely strict No masculine callers are ever allowed and Maa-pie Kvenintr Uowna. Magpie costume win be favorites this winter mid are especially recom mended 10 the woman of small purse, but lu combining black and white great care must be taken not to have too vio lent contrasts. A very beautiful cos tume has a skirt of black moire with a bodice of gleaming while satin covered with embroidered (dillToii. tulle or fine lace-llkt' grenadine. A pretty dinner gown recently worn was made of white satin ns to the bodice and skirt, with a bolero Jacket and ecluture of RiihsIiiii green velvet. There were deep Van dyke sleeve caps of the velvet, with close coat sleeves of the satin beueath. trlniimtl with pearl and gold passemen terie, the same beautiful garniture showing ou the satin bodice frout and ecluture. 8 nvH When Hypnotized. While lu Ponver a few weeks ago Mrs. .1. K. F.uimctt, the actress, was hypnotized in presence of some friends. who thcretipou learned for the first time that she had a clear and by no means inconsiderable, soprano voice. A few days ago, being then in New York, she again allowed herself to be hyp notized. A profesMloual friend who was present played "Alice, Where Art Thou?" several times upon the plauo, and finally Mrs. Eiumett arose slowly from her chair and snug the song iu charming style. Not until her first hypnotic experience lu Denver did Mrs. Emmett kuow .Unit she could sing a note. Gniii Fortune by Klndneaa. Miss Hcjssie Almy lives iu New York. Years ago oue of 'Bessie's aunts mar ried a Cuban and moved to Costa del ' Ruez. where her husband had large plantations. Miss Bessie has frequent ly visited her auut aud her cousins, re maining in Cuba many weeks at a time. Adjoining the plantations of her un cle by marriage were those of old Jose Martinez, a Spaniard by birth aud a wealthy sugar planter with two sons and one daughter. The Insurgents laid waste the property of Miss Bessie's ( KISS RESSTK Af.MY. MISS EI.AINK (i.ARKAOE. relative aud Iou Jose's two sons were killed in battle. This so shocked his' daughter that she sickened and died. Tlie old man was then taken ill. aud Miss Almy nursed him as she had his daughter. lie recovered partially, but later was stricken down again and died. Bessie ut this time was cashier in 11 New York piano store. A short tint ago she received Hews that Dou Jose had left her his entire fortune, esti mated at about $1..-(H.(M)U Muff 4 Are Lorjre. So large are the new muffs that they will need chains to hold them, and give another excuse for bedecking ourselves with these same chains, it Is stated that real jewels are to Ik? used In the chains and ropes of pearl aud Incident ally rubies, emeralds and other pre cious stones will be worn, but such 11 fashion has uot good taste to back it. aud cannot be more than .1 passing fad. But that the muffs' are much larger there Is no question, and the long-haired furs have the preference. This Is iu keeping with the poke bonnets and oth er picturesque headgear and must needs have ltd day. HiiliieH in Knyuircnient Kintf". Jewelers have unwe.come news for impecunious bridegrooms. Engage ment rings, to be strictly correct, must now have ruby Jewels set Iu theur, the diamond having at last beeu crowded out by the more valuable stone. The ruby is supposed to be of all stoues the most lucky a pretty legend connected with the gem Is that Noah was suppos ed to have had a ruby of marvelous brilliancy iu the ark, and that the rose ate light which It emitted was sufficient to illuminate the wonderful boat until all danger was past. Many of the old est betrothal rings were set with rubles, these stones beln the acknowledged love token of long ago. good Kitchen Hints. Melted butter will not make cake. Mutton should be deep red and close grained. The colder eggs are the quicker they will froth. The best poultry has firm flesh, yellow skin and legs. Nutmegs should be grated at tbe blossom end first. Good macaroni Is of a yellowish tint, does not break readily in cooking and swells td three or four times its bulk.