GROWING CKJ.
The following beautiful poem by nn un
known writer Ih sent ly 8. I'. A. of Au
burn, N. Y to a Now York paper:
Softly, O softly, the yeurs have swept by
thbe,
Touching tlivv lightly with tendcrest
tare,
Borrow and ileath they lnivo efUMi brought
nigh thee, '
Yet they have left thee but bounty to
wur.
(i rowing old gracefully,
Gracefully fulr.
Far from the storms thut are lushing the
occu n,
JS'curer eucli duy to the pleiisunt home
light!
Far from the wuves thut arc big with
commotion.
Under full sail and the hnrhor in sight
Growing old gracefully,
Cheerful und bright.
fust nil the winds thut were adverse and
chilling,
I'uHt all the IkIiiikIh that lured thee to
rest,
fust all the currents thut lured thee un
willing
ur from any course to the land of th
blest.
G rowing old gracefully.
Peaceful and blest.
i
Never a feeling of envy or sorrow
When the bright faces of children are
ie.'n ;
Never a year from the young wotitdst thou
boriow
Jhoii doNt remember what lieth be
tween:
(ironing old willingly,
Thankful, serene.
Rich
in experience
thut angels might
covet, .
Kit-
ch in a faith thu
t hath grown with
the years,
Well in u love that grew from and above
it.
Soothing thy sorrows and hushing thy
f en rs.
(rowing old wealthily,
Loving und dear.
Hearts nt the sound of thy coming nre
lightened,
Kead.v ji ml willing ihy hand to relieve
Many a fnee at thy kind word has bright
eiit-d,
'It is inure blessed to give than re
ceive.
Crowing old happily,
Ceasing to grieve.
Eye th.it grow dim to enrth anil its glory
Havo u tweot reeouipeiiMo youth cannot
i.iuny:
Ears Hint grow dull to the world and Its
utoiy.
- Drink in the songs that from Paradise
(low.
(rowing old graciously,
Purer than snow.
TOO BAGS AND
A BLUNDER.
"Yes, sir; No. 2;!!7.- Brown lint-box!
There you ure, sir! I think you'll Bud
that all light:'
Sum Merry hud good grounds for lay-
lug emphasis on the second word In the
lust sentence, us Col. Sowerby took the
liat-box from his hands with a surly
Kin lit and waddled off dowii the plat
form.
Sum hud made so ninny mistakes of
late that IiIn unites In the Left Lug
gage oflico hud dubbed liliu "Hlumler
Ing Sum." However, Sam win of 11
hopeful disposition, 11 ml It would take
a very long run of Ill-luck to shake bis
faith in the future.
He hud a wonderful wny In getting
Into hot vt liter, but u fur more wonder
ful one of blundering out iiguln.
"You do well to speak enutlously,
Sam," leiniirked one of Mix fellow
clerks. "Are you sure you didn't give
the old buffer 11 mangle or n feather
bed?"
"LniUli n wny, you fellows," retorted
Sum I'herl'iilly. "I siiull blunder Into
a fortune one of these days."
"Of course, you know," remarked an
other, "there's every excuse for Sam!
When a fellow's head over ears In love,
lie can't be expected to"
The speaker suddenly dropped the
n object as the purple face of old Col.
Kowerby appeared at the window.
"Here, you!" he roared, stamping his
foot the gouty one. as luck would have
It und glaring at his audience with a
ludicrous attempt at dignity. "Where
Is the confounded Jackass who dared
to play this (rick on me? You, you
idiot!" he continued, singling out the
unlucky Sum; "what do you mean by It,
lr? What Is you name'"
"What Is tlio matter?" faltered Sum.
"Isn't that your property?"
"My property, sir!" roared the Indlg
nuut old wnrrior, diving his hand Into
the hat-box, and producing therefrom a
wig of the most fiery hue Msshly the
property of a traveling comedian. "My
property, sir? Hoes It look like It?"
And as the Infuriated colonel removed
Ills hut to wipe his perspiring forehead,
Sum was obliged to admit thut It did
not look like It. No wig In the world
would have stood against the aggress
ive bristles on the head of the Anglo
Indian. In a few minutes Sam had discovered
the colonel's) hat box. and handed It
over with an apology.
"Don't apologize to me, sir!" stormed
the colonel us he stumped away. "I'll
report j on. sir! l!y the Great' Mogul,
I'll report you!"
I.Ike 11 dutiful lover. Sam moutloned
this little nlTalr to his sweetheart In the
evening. Sally took a very gloomy
View of the situation.
"It's another blunder, of course. Sal
ly," admitted Sam: "but It's useless
meeting trouble half way."
"Are you mire these mistake are all
the result of accidents?" asked Sally.
Wouldn't It lie possible for somebody
to change the checks on the articles
Without your knowledge?"
"Of course It would," responded Sam;
"but I don't believe there'a fellow In
the office would serve me such a trick.
No, Sally, I'm In for a run of bad luck,
that'i all."
"The colonel la aure to report you
and whntever will you do If you lose
your place?"
Sum was exceedingly thoughtful for
minute.
"Why," ho said nt length, "there'i
lots of things I've never tried yet. I
could turn milkman, messenger, porter,
private detective by Jove; that's Just
the thing! Listen to this:"
Taking a copy of nn evening pnpc
from his pocket. Sum rend aloud:
"$.VJO Heward. The nbo've reward
will bo paid to any person not being
the actual thief giving such liiforinu
lion ns Khali lead to the recovery of
Lady Munlim-gli's Jewels, 'stolen from
her rooms at the Mount Hotel on the
ulght of Friday lust. Chief Inspector
Tukem, I'ollce Station, Mldhainpton.
"There you nre," went on Sain. Klm-
pie enough Isn't It? Good pay, too!"
"If you get It," laughed Sally. "You
would f:ut a fine llgure as u detective,
Just fancy yourself with fulso whis
kers and a wig!"
"I wish you wouldn't mention wigs,
said Sam grimly; "I'm beginning to
hate the sight of 'em. The colonel's af
fair whs bad enough, but goodness
known what the other will be!"
"What? Another blunder?" gasped
Sully.
"Yes! Another one, and a wig In It,
too! I didn't nienil troubling you about
It. but the murder's out now. There
was a sudden rush of business this af
ternoon, and I happened to be the only
one ut the window.
"Everybody appeared to be In a hur
ry, and to save time I pushed the
things, with the checks on top, to one
side till the rush was over. In taking
in the last package I knocked over a
couple of brown leather bugs, checks
us well, of course.
"Now those confounded bags are ns
much alike as two pens, and the ques
tion Is, Which Is which? The one was
handed In by a dapper little fellow
gentleman, every Inch of him, I should
say; the otner was n very suspicious
looking customer, who wore a straw
colored wig.
"I wouldn't trust that fellow any fur
ther than I could throw him, and, ns
likely as not, he'll get hold of the other
chap's bug, as there's nothing for it but
first come, Urst served. Now, what is
a fellow to do?"
Sally didn't know.
Sam was standing nt the window of
the Left Luggage Office ou the follow
lug morning when a gentleman In a
light overcoat hurried past.
"Hullo!'1 he muttered, "that's my dap
per little gent or yesterday, lines n t
appear to be coming for his bag. By
Jove! I've an Idea, und I'll work It If
I get the sack. Hi! Mister!"
The gentleman turned, and slowly
retraced his steps. Sum, on the spur
of the moment, hud decided ou a desper
ate expedient. Seizing one of the
blown leather bugs at his side, he hur
riedly whispered:
"Quick, mister! Open It and satisfy
yourself."
The gentleman merely stared, and
made no effort to take the bag.
For goodness sake, don't hesitate,
sir," Implored Sum. "I couldn't trust
the other fellow for the world. If you
don't take Just one peep, sir, ypu may
never have another chances Lean over
the window so that nobody will see
yon!"
But, my dear fellow," gasped the
other; "do you know "
1 know It's not business," Interrupt
ed Sum; "but I'm desperate, and It's
the only way. Everything depends on
,ou."
Well." laughed the gentleman. "I'll
try. If you will stand all risks "
I'll stand hanging," said Sam llerce-
ly, "only open It."
Thus urged, the stranger produced a
bunch of keys; mid nt the third at
tempt tlie bug was opened. The result
was hardly what Sum had anticipated.
Thu gentleman stared Into the open
bug as If he could scarcely believe his
eyes. Thou he closed it with the re
mark:
"You've done a good dny'a work,
youug man!
Ami before Sam could get in a word,
man mid bag had vanished. Sam
skipped round the counter with the
agility of a monkey, but the platform
was deserted.
"Hood gracious!' he gasped. "The
fellow's hooked It! It nln't his bag, I'll
bet my life. What on earth did I trust
him for? Done a good duy's work,
have' I? I shall lie lucky If I don't do
six months for this Job."
For the next few minutes Sam, slt-
tlug In the Left Luggage Office. save
himself to despair. A horrible certain
ty hud suddenly dawned upon him.
The man who had carried off the bag
was not the "dapper little gent" of the
day before!
"Their voices ain't a bit nllke," groan
ed the unlucky Snni, "and like a fool, I
never noticed It till too late. It strikes
me I'm the biggest ass unburled."
What's the nintter, Sam?" asked a
clerk who entered at that moment.
What's always the matter?" de
manded Snm fiercely. "I'm In hot wa
ter agnln, that's all!"
"Oh! Then you've beard?"
"Heard what?"
"The station-master wants to see you
In his office. He's got a visitor Col.
Sowerby, I expect! Hope you'll come
through all right!"
"Dou't care whether I do or not," re
marked Sum recklessly, as he turned
towards the statlou master's otllce.
"What's the colonel's affair now? A
mere tleablte compared to this!"
The station master's visitor was not
Col. Sowerby, after, all. To the un
bounded astonishment of Sam Merry,
It was the mysterious stranger who
had walked off with the bag.
"This Is the man," remarked that in
dividual as Sam entered the private
office of his superior. "If you don't
mind, Mr. er Merry, I want to ask
you a question or two,"
Sam offered no objection; the cool Im
pudence of this bug'-Muatclier bad taken
tils breath away,
"By some meuns or another," went
on the stranger, "you have discovered
who I am."
Sum, of course, had discovered noth
ing of tho kind. By a strange stroke of
luck, however, he did not feel culled
Upon to speak.
"Now," went on Pain's questioner,
"when was this bag left lu your
charge?"
"Throe-forty-flve yesterday after
noon." "Can j ou describe the man who left
It?"
Sam hesitated. He had good reasons
to doubt his ability ty no so. Matters
were getting complicated, und for the
moment he hardly knew whether he
stood on his head or on his heels. For
tunately, the station muster came to his
rescue.
"Don't be afraid. Merry," he said en
couragingly. "You have full permis
sion to speak In a case like this. De
tective I -enhain will betruy no business
secrets."
Detective Denliam! Rum hnd beard
his mime mentioned more than once In
connection with the Munhurg Jewel
robbery. Where on earth was this
blunder going to end. he wondered.
"I don't know whether I can describe
the man exactly." Sam remarked at
length, "but I think 1 should know him
again If I saw him. He was a tall, thin
fellow, clean shuved, and wore a straw
colored wig!"
"A wig!" ejaculated Detective Den
liam.
"That's so." replied Sam. "though not
one lu twenty would have noticed It."
Just us he handed In his ling nn old
farmer lurched heavily against him nnd
knocked his hut off. As he stooped to
tdck up his hat, I caught a glimpse of
the dark bull- under the edge of his
wig."
"Hum!" mused the detective. "Dark
hair that s all right. Yon say you
would kuow the man again of you saw
him?"
"Yes."
"Very well! We'll take a cab to the
police statlou. If you find the fellow
there, nil the better. Anyhow, you're
entitled to the reward. The Jewels, In
all probability, would never have lieeu
discovered but for your clever, though
somewhat risky expedient."
As one In a dream, Sam Merry beard
and accepted the hearty congratulu
tlous of the detective nnd station mus
ter.
"Hanged If I can understand It!" he
muttered to himself on the wny to the
police statlou. "Luck appears to be
rolllngvm me Just ut preseut, I've done
something clever that's certain; but
what, how, when, where, and why, ev
erybody seems to kuow but me. I'd
better sny nothing."
At the police station Sum had no dif
ficulty In picking out his mail from a
dozen others, to the delight of Detect
ive Deiihnui and the chagrin of the
prisoner:
"Don't give way', Peters." said the
detective to the prlsouer. "You'll have
company as soon ns your mate turns
up nt the Left Luggage Office with the
check for that brown bag."
Little by little Sam came to realize
the clever thing he had doue.
At the office he was "Blundering
Sam" no longer. At one stroke he had
secured a small fortune for the liuu-di-ed
pounds reward was duly iuiiu over
ami a much needed reputation for
smartness.
Only Sain and Sally, his wife, know
the true facts. Saturday Evening Post.
Three Good Uarn.
The- men who utilize the corner
grocery for n club room In the evening
and on stormy days hud Just been dls-
uss'ug n fox hunt, iilHiut which one
of their nnnilw'i- hnd read aloud, wheu
the eotiversutloi: naturally took a ivm
Uilsccnt turn.
"Nothing cuter or more cunning In
the world than a fox," said (Joggs, by
way of Introduction. "I remember one
night when I was a bey that we heard
a grout fuss among the dogs that were
chained up. It took ns about half an
hour to get dressed and armed to stilly
forth for the purpose of Investigating.
Not discovering anything, we loosened
the dogs, and they durted off on a
trail, yelping ns they went. We didn't
know whether It was man or varmint,
but f.fter :1 long run the dogs brought
up a, the hen house nnd tried to tear
down. Well sir. an old fox had
deliberately showed himself to the
dogs, so as to excite them, made that
run while we were getting ready for
trouble and, circling round, was rob
bing the roost while the dogs were off
the premises."
"I walked up one moonlight night,"
volunteered the man on the wood lxx,
'and seen a fox under an apple tree
where a fat pullet was roosting. I
knew the thief couldn't climb so I Just
stood at the window laughing. The
fox barked to wake the chicken, and
then begau circling around the tree,
slow at first, but going faster and
faster. Of course the terrltied pullet
followed him with her eyes and got
so dizzy that she fell out of the tree."
"I see somethiu' like that once." said
he lank Individual on a paint keg.
only that the chicken I was watch In'
wrung it own neck, 'cause the fox
was golu' to dnrued fast."
Th-.m, by common consent, the crowd
took up the subject of fluids. Detroit
Free Press.
A Small Painting.
Terhaps the smallest piece of paint
ing In the world Is that executed by a
Flemish artist. It is painted on the
smooth side of a grain of common
white corn, and pictures a mill and a
miller with a sack of grain on his back.
The miller U represented as standing
on a terrace, and near It Is a horse and
cart, while a group of several peasant
to shown la the road near by.
THE MAKING OF A PLAYER.
Training- a Lad for th state la th
! of fchakapaara.
John Bennett's serial story, "Master
Skylark." running In St. Nicholas, has
many p'cturet of life and scenes In
Shiikpcnrc' time,' The following ac
count of the training of the hero for the
stage by the nmsu-rpliiyer Is from the
Juih' number:
He had Nick learn no end of stage
parti off by heart, with tlielr cues und
"huilueM," entrances and exits; and
worked fully as html as his pupil, read
ing over every sentence .twenty times
until Nick had the accent iHirfectly.
He would have him stamp, too, and
turn ubiiiit, and gesture In necorduuee
with the speech, until the boy's arms
ached, going with liLm through the
motions one by one, over and over
ugal'i. unsHtlHlled, but patient to the
lust, until Nick wondered. "Nick, my
hul," he would often ray, with u tired
but determined smile, "one little thing
done wrong may spoil the lliuwt play,
as one bad apple rots the barrelful.
We'll hive It right, or not at all, If
it takes a month o' Sundays."
So often he kept Nick before a
mirror for an hour at a time, making
face while he sjuike his lines, smiling,
frowning, or grimacing, us best seemed
to tit tlie part, until the boy grew
fairly weary of his own looks. Then
sometimes, more often us the time
slipped by, Carew would chip his hands
with n boyish laugh, and have a pie j
brought and u cup of Simolsh cordial (
for t'lem both, declaring that he loved
the lad with all his heurt, upon the ,
rem nam of his honor; from which
Nick knew that he was coming on.
Cicely Curew's governess was a
Mistress Agues Anstey. By birth she
had Ihm'u a Hureourt. of Ankerwyke,
and therefore she was everywhere es
teemed Ut by birth and breeding to
tench the young nijnd when to bow
and when to beckon. She came each
morning to the house, and Curew paid
tier double shillings to see to It that
Nick learned such little tricks of cap
and cloak as a lady's page need have,
the cnrrlage best fitted for his place,
and how to come Into u room where
great folks were. Moreover, how to
back out again, Ixiwlug, and not fall
over the stools which was no little art,
until Nick caught the knack of iceplng
slyly between his legs when he bowed.
Ills hair, too, was allowed to grow
long, ami was combed carefully every
day by the tlrlng-womiin; and soon, ns
It was naturally curly. It fell lu rolling
waves nbout his neck.
On the heels of the governess came
M'sleu De Flenry, who. It was said,
had been dancing-master to Hutton, the
late Lord Chancellor of England, and
hud taught him those tricks with hta
nimble heels which hud capered him
Into the Queen's good graces, and so
got him the chancellorship. M'sleu
ssike dreadful English, but danced
like the essence of agility, and taught
both Nick and Cicely the latest Italian
corunto, playing the tune upon his
queer little Uddle.
Cicely already danced like a plxle,
and laughed merrily ut her comrade's
first awkward antics, until he flushed
with euibarrnssineut. At that she In
stantly became grave, and, when
M'sleu' had gone, came across tlie
room, and putting her'ann about Nick,
said reHinta.ntly, "don't thou mind me,
Nick. Father smith the French all laugh
too soon at nothing; nnd I have' caught
It from my mother's blood. A lioy Is
not good friends with his feet os a
girl Is; but thou wilt do beautifully, I
know: and M'sleu' shall teach us the
gullia.nl together."
Burial Place.
The ancients looked on Death as "the
daughter of Night, the sister of Sleep
and the friend of tlie unhappy." Their
artists pictured the grim messenger
who knocks with equal foot at the cats
of the poor and the palaces of the rich,
as a drowsy, poppy-crowned youth, not
as a flesiiiess monster, sucii as horri
fies us moderns. The Greeks called
their burying ground Cometriou, "the
sleeping place," from which comes our
word cemetery. The old Jews, who
had no horror of the grave, called It
Bethnlm, "the house of the living."
The Derma iia, with poetical simplicity,
call the graveyard "God's Acre," or
"field." The Arapahoe Indians cull the
grave "Tlie Spirit's birthplace." In
Morocco they never say a man Is dead,
but that "his destiny has closed," and
the grave is "where he ponders." The
burial grounds of to-day ore the most
beautiful parks near the cities of civ
ilized lands, but there are those who
believe that burying must soon give
place to cremation; Indeed, societies are
formed for that purpose, and we are
told that cinerary urns will take the
place of tombstones. But the fash
ions of burial seem to be as unchange.
able as death himself.
Cigarettes.
It Is not true that cigarettes are com
monly charged with opium and other
Injurious drugs. But they are flavor
ed with essences of various plants,
such as vanilla, stramonium, coffee,
valerian, and tea. Occasionally a
few tea leaves are mixed with the to
bacco. These flavors are matters of
fancy, and women imrtlcularly select
their cigarettes with reference to them.
Scarcely a plant that will yield an
agreeable flavoring escapes employ
ment by the manufacturers of tobac
co. Among those most used are the
lemon, the orange, geranium, sassa
fras, thyme, anise, mint, and cinna
mon. Honey and maple-sugar are util
ized for sweetening. A decoction of
bay Is sometimes applied to smoking
tobacco,
Window Polishing Paste.
Castile soap, two ounces; boiling
water, three ounces. Dissolve and
add the following In fine powder: Pre
cipitated chalk,, four ounces; French
chalk, three ounces; trlpoll, two ounces.
Mix and reduce with water to tho
cons latency desired.
WHAT A WOMAN CAN DO.
B!
Ou BURDETTE, who was once
upon a time noted as a humor
ist, has taken to saying and
writing good common sense. "A wom
an cannot sharpen a pencil." be says,
"and outside of commercial circles she
cauuot tie a package to make It look
like anything save a crooked cross sec
tion of chaos; but, land of miracles;
see what she can do with a pin! I be
lieve there nre some women who can
pin a glass knob to a door. She cannot
walk so many miles around a billiard
table with nothing to eat and nothing
(to speak of) to drink, but she can walk
the floor ull night with a fretful baby
without goliig sound asleep the first
half hour.
"She can ride 500 miles without go
ing Into the smoking car to rest (and
get away from the children). She can
go to town und do a wearisome day's
shopping and have n good time with
three or four friends without drinking
a keg of beer. She can enjoy nn even
ing visit without smoking a half dozen
cigars. She can endure the torturing
distraction of a houseful of children
all day, He her husband cuffs them
all howling to bed before he bus been
home an hour.
"Every duy she endures a dress that
would make nn athlete swoon. She
will not. nnd possibly cannot, walk 500
miles around a tanbnrk track In six
days for $5,000, but she can walk 200
miles In ten hours up and down the
crowded aisles of a dry goods store
when there Is a reduction sale on. She
Is afraid of a mouse nnd runs from a
cow, but a book agent can't scare her.
She Is the salt of the church, the pep
per of the choir, and the life of the sew
ing society, and about all there Is of a
young ladles' school or a nunnery."
Chicago Woman Lawrer.
Miss Corn B. Hertzel Is a member of
the Chicago Corporation Counsel's reg
ularly appointed staff of assistants.
She Is the only woman who lins secur
ed such recognition from a city. She
has her office In the city hall, hos her
legal duties to attend to, consults with
Counsel Thornton and, what Is more,
draws a man's salary. Other women
have spent time talking about the ad
vancement of the sex Miss Hertzel
studied law and worked for It She
was admitted to the bar In Wisconsin
and Illinois and practiced Independent
ly In Chicago, conducting many cases
and preparing numerous legal docu
ments for other lawyers. Her recent
appointment was secured because she
was capable of filling the position, ac
cording to Counsel Thornton, and not
because of a "political pull."
The Matchmaking- Mamma,
Judging by modern fiction, the moth
er, as such, does not exist In English
society, sny Munsey's Magazine. The
female parent Is not extinct, but her
attitude to her daughter seems to be
that of business manager or advance
agent rather than guardian angel. The
ambition which In the American moth
er might be labeled "My daughter's
happiness," becomes, In the practical
code of the British matron, "My daugh
ter's establishment." One seldom picks
tip a novel of English society that one
does not meet the scheming, lynx-eyed
mamma, working diligently at .the
matrimonial grab-bag with one hand,
while with the other she pushes for
ward her gentle little ladylike daugh
ter, who Is some day to be metamor
phosed Into a British mamma herself.
She shoos off the detrimental and gath
ers In the heir with unabashed frank
ness, asking Intentions and bustling
around very much like a steam tug at
a launching. And when a parti suita
ble in the matter of lands and family
has finally been secured, she heaves a
sigh of relief and prepares to do her
duty by the next.
This picture Is not merely the caric
ature of a few cynical novelIst8.,Near
ly all fiction that deals with social life
in England shows the same figure. To
be sure, all the worldly and ambitions
parents are not on that side of the
water. We have plenty of our own,
but society gives them only a passive
part to play and the national dread of
tb ridiculous keeps them from open
MISS COIi A. B. HERTZEL.
maneuvering. The daughter betas
quite competent to look out for her
self, the mother is more disinterested
and frequently weeps renl tears at her
daughter's marriage, even though It be
the best match of the season.
Roue t'nwtlinrre Liithrop.
Nathaniel Hawthorne left three chil
dren, Una, Julian nnd Hose. Uose,
who married George Parsons Lathrop,
recently surprised all her frieuds by
devotlug herself to victims of cancer
Pi:.
ROSE HAWTHORNE I.ATHROP.
In the New York slums. In this work
of mercy, which she took up to gain
relief from the loss of an only child,
she has shown the courage and single
minded fidelity to her convictions
which one would expect from a daugh
ter of Hawthorne.
Bighttraa Woman Farmer.
There lives In Oak Hill, Texas, a
blind girl who has from a few acres of
land, cultivated by herself, cleared
about $200 each season for several
years by the growing and sale of vege
tables. She began with no capital and
an unfeuced piece of uncultivated land.
There Is now a neat fence about her
domain, a well and a pump In the cen
ter, and she bus, In nddition to purchas
ing these, paid for a piano and a hack
to take her vegetables to the market,
which Is twenty miles from her home.
Every evening during the dry season
she waters a certain number of plants
until she has gone over the entire
piece, when she begins and goes over
It again In the same way. Insect life
she detects from her acute sense of
hearing, nnd grass and weeds are eas
ily distinguished from plants by the
sensitive fingers of the blind gardener.
Rich Hint of Re1.
At n recent wedding, hangings of red
gauze, veiling mirrors, nnd at doors
and windows, draped over mantels,
and, lu fact, wherever opportunity pre
sented, were accessories that were not
us theatrical as It sounds to tell of '
them. The flowers were splendid red
tulips nnd magnificent Jack roses, and,
as the drawing-rooms and hulls to be
gin with were done in pale empire cVl.
ors, this riot of red really gave a very
rich and Imposing effect.
Bolero and Cape.
This elegant combination of bolero
and cape Is the Invention of Paris
modistes to have the filing gathered
nnd beruffled sleeves of the season.
The bolero Is confined at the waist In
this model by a wide-draped waist
band, but can be cut short and left free
If preferred. The material Is satin or
moire below, also the exquisite trans
parent canvas goods showing the
bright silk lining. The sleeves are kilt
ed frills over a plain silk foundation.
To Keep tbe Mslrt Down.
The wheelwomen find It necessary to
resort to various devices to keep tho
skirt down in front Four dress weight
sewed across the hem in front is good;
a strap on either side with a button
hole to button to the top button of th
leggln is another way, and still an
other, when high boots are worn, la to
have a loop of narrow rubber on th
principle of a garter fastened on eacfc
aide and slip It under tech kneo,
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