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
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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.