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THE SUNDAY 0EEG02JIAN,. PORTLAND, ffOTEMKEB 13, 1904. 83 Queen Apparent of Horse Show Dainty, Fascinating Mrs. George Taw, Rich Widow, Whose History Reads like a Ouida Novel THE sensation or New York's horse show, which opens tomorrow, -will be Mrs. George Law. Her dearest friends assert It, and her dear est "enemies admit It. By one of those paradoxes' peculiar to America's theatric social life, the real star of Madison Square Garden during horse show week is never a thoroughbred equine, but a beautiful woman. The men who back this great est of all horse shows, which draws its support not from New Tork alone, but from the social centers the coun try over, herald long in advance fiie entries of famous horses, but down In their hearts they realize that the suc cess or failure of each exhibit rests with some fair woman. Men of wealth and International re pute come for thousands of miles to Bee the horses. They remain to ad mire the woman In the box around the arena. Before the exhibition opens, feminine boxholder3 talk horse. After the show, they talk only of the woman who has been the sensational feature 'of the week. It Is no easy thing to become Queen of horse show week. Competition In beauty, brains and frocks Is tremen dous, and a woman's social godmother must weave her charms and wave her fairy wand for a year in advance. Mere gowns, mere wealth, mere beauty, mere wit has never won this dlstlnc-1 tion. Zt has demanded all these and more a certain picturesqueness dear to the. heart of that section of society known as the smart set. Mrs. George Law has the beauty, the wit, the wealth, the gowns and the picturesque ness. Best of all, she has succeeded In piquing the curiosity and the Interest of those men and women In whose hands rest the power to "feature" a social newcomer, just as the theatrical manager "features" a dramatic debu tante who gives promise of great tal ent. In this particular instance, the Queen-prospective has had no less Im portant social godmothers than Mrs. George B. de Forest, Mrs. William Jay, Mrs. Herman Oelrlchs and Mrs. Stuy vesant Fish, while the Prince Charm ing who Is guiding her footsteps to the enchanted palace whose sliver door-plate reads "Mrs. Astor," is no less personage than Craig "Wadsworth. most eligible of bachelors. Rumor has ofttlmes asserted that he would fain play Prince Charming to the end of the story, but certain it is that no New York man has led more fair women through the mazes of a social debut to the coveted position in the Astor set than this same Mr. Wads worth. Reads Like a Ouida Novel. Mrs. Law Is a New Yorker, yet not of New York society. Her history reads . like a Ouida novel. While of gentle birth, she is in a way a social Cinderella. The petted grandchild of Mr. and Mrs. Bainbridge Smith, she was studying singing in Paris under Mme. , Marches!, when her grandpar ents suffered flpanclal reverses and she was compelled to return to New York, where she lived in comparative re tirement until she met George Law. the man who built the Eighth-avenue car line. This man. many years her senior, with a sad reputation for reck lessness and wild habits, fell In lave with the incipient beauty, married her and settled down to a life so quiet that It simply amazed his former friends and associates. This marriage was not calculated to advance the chances of ever a. beautiful woman, but when Mr. "Law died after a short and un eventful married Ufe it was found that his dainty, glrl-wlf had inherited all his millions, unhampered and unre stricted. Even after her prescribed period of mourning had elapsed Mrs. Law was too clever a woman to open up her social campaign. She lived in the ut most seclusion and paid no attention to the rumors which- followed her wherever she went, the fate of every woman who achieves notoriety even through so small a cause as inheriting millions. It was said that in the re tirement of her home she gave the most eccentric of dinners, that her rooms were cooled by having immense cakes of Ice dragged through them in carts; that her teeth were filled with (diamonds. In reality Mrs. Law was merely waiting until her affairs could be so arranged as to permit her to re turn to Paris, home of her happy girmood. Conquered Paris and London. There In her apartment on the Ave nue d'Autln she entertained the cream of Parisian society, and those Ameri cans who were admitted to the best and most exclusive Parisian houses. By and by It was borne in upon Ameri cans who visited Paris that It was an honor to be received by Mrs. George Law. Then, just as invitations were being sought with the eagerness that presages a social success for any hos tess, Mrs. Law quietly closed her Par isian home and started for new fields of conquest London. Here, during the past social season, her star rose gradually bu surely. Her campaign among the ultra-fashionable Mayfalr set was admirably arranged, said man agement being carefully concealed by the little woman's charming person ality, to which no less personage than King Edward and Queen Alexandra fell easy-victims. Her success was largely due "to the fact that she was so dif ferent from the majority of American candidates for social recognition at the court of St James. She was so petite, so gentle, ao clinging, almost helpless in her way. And. above all things, she lacked the posltlveness, the 6 4f-assertlon which generally marks the American woman bent on London's conquest. Clearly here was a woman who w,ouId appreciate being helped and the great social lights of King Edward's circle proceeded to lionize her andr make much -of her. Breaking Into the Four Hundred. While this was going on. her path fre quently crossed that of such women as Mrs. W. Rhinelander Stewart. Mrs. Ogden Mills, Mra. Ogden Goelet all social pow ers is. New York, the real world which Mrs. Law sighed to conquer. They brought back to America word of their country woman's "triumph, and society, then en camped at Newport, began to sit up and take notice when the name. of Law was mentioned. As a result when the little lady arrived, unheralded and unannounced. In New York, the early part of Septem ber, Invitations were showered upon her, but she was not to be caught napping. Not she. She turned her back upon the fascinations of Newport, and the con servatism of Lenox, and hied herself to a quiet hunting lodge In the Adlrondacks. Later there was a trip to Hot Springs, where she stopped very quietly and rest ed. Then back to New York, where she took up her residence in the old Griswold JBurden house, on East Fifty-fourth street, and gave forth no Intimation of future .plans. Here came cards of people who wondered, and here also came architects who, it Is whispered, are drawing plans for a Law mansion, not on Millionaires' Stow, nor yet on the newer Riverside rive, but in the very heart of conserv ative old New York, in. the '60s. So ciety had begun to ask, "When is Mrs. Law coming -out of her shell?" when the al truth dawned upon them. Mrs. Law '''j pl had not the slightest intention of making any public appearance until the Horse Show bugles sounded, when she would be found in the right box among the right people. Her social "god mothers had shown their hands at last and society proceeded to ask what claims, beside her somewhat romantic life. Mrs. Law might make for the position oflQueen of Horse Show week The conquest of Paris and London, of men of art and men oftroyal blood was not enough. New York Is at once the hardest and the easiest social fort to storm hardest for the commonplace woman, easiest for the x picturesque, the gifted woman. Secret of Her Success. What was the secret of Mrs. Law's preliminary conquests? Why had she brought to her feet a succession of for eign suitors, Including the Maharajah of Kapurthala, the young Khedive of Egypt, Count de Dion, Count Casselon, Prince Furstenburg and General Levevre Pon talls, son of the president of the French Cable Company? None of these men denied the soft Impeachment when the story of his suit leaked out Over there in Paris and in London it was considered an honor to sue for the, hand of the beautiful American widow, and an honor to retain her friendship, having lost the suit And through all these years of so cial campaigning and conquests, she re tained the friendship of one stanch Amer ican, Craig Wadsworth, to whom, above all others, she will owe the position which she is to take at the Horse Show tomorrow night Mrs. Law is a beauty of the sort which carries one back two centuries. She does not belong to the new, long-limbed, strong-featured school of feminine beau ty. She is more like a Watteau figure, dainty and fragile. Short of stature, she has yet a figure which artists rave about Her big saucerlike eyes are arched by well-traced brows. Her manner Is de mure and Ingenuous, and, save for her well-groomed appearance, she would never be mistaken for a woman of the world. It has been this air of Ingenuousness, of almost shrinking timidity, which has led more than one suitor to his hapless fate. Eighteenth Century Marquise. Yet beneath this well-assumed air of simplicity and ingenuousness, Mrs. Law is a consummate poseuse. She studies herself as religiously as the philosopher pores over his Seneca. Benjamin Con sant the great French painter, told Mrs. Law that she was the very incarnation of an ISth century marquise. Mra, Law was quick to seize the suggestion, and unto this day has she lived up to com parison. All her gowns smack of styles two centuries old. Her coats are the Louis Quatorze coats. Her hats take on historic, shape, the trlcorner being her characteristic bit of headgear. She dresses her hair after the fashion of Mme. de Malntenon. and scorns the fads of modern coiffeurs. Her favorite frock exhibits a plain satin skirt and an or nate bodice joined by a broad girdle. Eleven gowns bearing the name of Cal lot Doucet and Paquln and the stamp of Mrs. Law's individuality will she dls play during the coming week, but their secret has been guarded even from her Intimates. They are built to dazzle not with rioting colorings nor eccentricities of cut hut with their wearer's person ality. One of Mrs. Law's fads which has cre ated talk and otttimes criticism, is her abhorrence of jewels. A single string of pearls she sometimes dons, but this rarely. Her enemies Insist that she takes the stand purely to emphasize her individ uality. Her friends say she has the good sense to realize that her daintiness and demureness would bo completely nullified V a lavish display of gems. Certain it is that lack of money does not furnish the explanation,, for In all other avenues of expenditure Mrs. Law -Is lavish. Her passion Is American Beauty rosebuds not the full-blown flower, but the most perfect and delicate of buds on long, graceful stems. In truth, she selects all her tolle accessories, all the luxurious appointments of her homo with a view to emphasizing and accentuating her own Watteaulike charms. Mrs. Law travels about with a maid duenna whose appearance affords one of those artlessly artful contracts for which this little lady Is "becoming famous. The maid Is quite as plain and sallow and old as Mrs. Law Is fresh and radiant and young. To see them together in the shop ping district (which is about the only place where Mrs. Law has been in evi dence since her return) Is to realize the effectiveness of-a foil for beauty. Some Who Will Contest. Mrs. Law will find herself pitted against a brave array of feminine loveliness when the great shows opens tomorrow night from women whose positions have been long assured in New York's most exclu sive circles and who yet do not scorn the title for which she Is reaching, to the gilded Westerners who have spared neither pains nor millions to wrest the Artistic Effects THE scrap basket Is becoming each year less of a necessary evil in a well-appointed room, and more of a very serviceable decoration. It Is found this year In Innumerable and unusually grace ful shapes and In the most effective of colorings. These innovations have been brought about largely In the effort to cdmpete with the fetching baskets which have been so successfully made by the home basket weaver the girl who has much leisure time but enjoys working with her fingers. With the aid of the many colored raflla and sweet grasses and some inge nuity, she has produced baskets of grace ful shapes and attractive colorings, which up to this time' could not be bought In any store. The girl who has come back from her vacation with a goodly supply of blrcn bark will be reminded of Its possibilities when she sees the cone-shaped waste baskets which are shown in shops this FalL They are made of a good, thick piece of bark In either the light brown or white tint A circle of leather for the bottom Is fastened to thecone by lacings employing strips of the bark. Sweet grass Is festooned around the top and held in place by the bark strips. On the bark Is sketched or painted some design suggest ive of the woods 'or fields, such as a bunch of thistles or a cluster of pine cones. The newest hasket for the boudoir Is one which adds a charming touch of color and brightness to a dull corner. It Is built of shining split silk and comes In the most pleasing and soft shades of pink, blue, yellow, lavender and red. To relieve the severity of the corrugated cylindrical shape, these are finished with big festoons of wide taffeta ribbons In tones shading from the deeper tone of the basket to the merest suggestion of the color. These graduated tints in ribbons, one of the vogues of the Fall millinery, can be pur chased In any of the larger shops. Rib bons In contrasting shades are also effect ive. The tall earthenware Japanese vases, which have proved a -most convenient re ceptacle for odds and ends, have been sue-: cess fully reproduced In straw with inter weavings of color to match the room for which they are Intended. In fact all forms of jardinieres have their counter part in straw and raflla. . Another popular and decorative design is a full-blown tulip in the reds and. yel lows of the natural flower. A lotus flow'er. palm of Horse Show belteship from the East She queen of the last show, Mrs. Philip Lydlg. will probably be In evidence, but It Is a matter of precedent an unwritten rule, that no woman shall hold the belle ship through two consecutive shows. An other woman who attracted lots of at tention last year was Mrs. W. EL Wood end, whose husband's failure was precipi tated by her horseshow expenditures. Mrs. .Daniel G. Reld, a veritable bird of Para dise from Chicago, was also m tne run ning last year,, and will probably be In evidence tomorrow night Then there Is the trio of Philadelphia beauties, Mrs. Joseph WIdener. Mrs. E. Moore Robin son and Mrs. William E. Carter, 'who can trace their Newport success back to box 27 in the horseshow of 1903, when they were the real sensation of the gfcat show. Many a woman has been made socially and many a heart has been broken during horseshow week. Then there Is the box usually occupied by Mrs. Alfred Gwynne Vanderbllt and Mrs. Reginald C. Vanderbllt and all the unattached men hover about this com partment The Vanderbllt matrons usual ly have pretty girls with them the Van derbllt name, too, means so much! Mrs. William B. Leeds, fresh from her Newport triumph, and with Mrs. Oliver H. P. Bel mont to back her up and Mr. Leeds thirty millions to facilitate matters, will have a box. Mrs. Leeds Is handsome and dresses magnificently. Mrs. Edward R. Thomas, who has the influence of the William Jays behind her, will be on hand. She Is a dazzling blonde who knows every secret of success In dress. Mrs. Pembroke Jones, a woman of great wealth and an unusual. personality, will have a "bud daughter" Miss Sadie Jones, with her. and one may expect sartorial perfection, from these North Carolina mil lionaires. Mrs. Clarence H. Mackay, the sweet popular well-born "leader of society about Hempstead, will return to her own after a year of mourning. Few women can compare with her Intellectually, and brains do carry a world of weight Then there is Mrs. Cornelius Vander- bilt on the top wave of popularity, and she will have Miss Boosevelt with her. Here are magnets to induce many men to lean over the box rail In ecstatic for getfulness! There will be Mrs; Anthony J. JJrexel and her sister. Mrs. Rhine lander Stewart, each with debutante daughters. These sisters have enter tained everything In the way of royalty this past Summer, and they are bound to cause a furore on their re-entree. Mrs, Samuel Newhouse, the wife of the Utah gold king, will be in evidence. Her as sets consist of the finest string of pearls In America. Her social sponsor will be Mrs. M Orme Wilson, Mrs. Astoris daugh ter. As a newcomer and a charming woman, Mrs. Newhouse Is a dangerous possibility as the queen of the week. Another woman whose gowns win dis tinction for her is Mrs. Cornelius K. G. Billings, the wife of the Chicago gas mlUIonalre. Mrs. Billings has a young uaugmer, .ansa ireicnen, wno win oe on hand at the horseshow. Truly, Mrs. Law, reading thi3 list must realize that she has much for which to be grateful on this, the eve of her con quest, and that heavy Indeed will be her debt to her social godmothers and Prince Charming. (Copyright ISM.) SALLY CHAMBERLIN. in Scrap Baskets standing nearly three feet is built of green straw and the graceful tapering petals are tipped with gold. Heart-shape baskets done In white and gold are new and dainty. The dark brown pouches of the Mexican nut which are not unlike a toboggan can In shape, are being utilized both In their natural form and cut Into straps for weaving. The pouches are very pliable, and can be put together in the form of any of the stately flowers. . Shapely jardinieres of Russian ham mered brass., both In their simplest form ana elaborately decorated with Hons' heads and big handles, make very hand some receivers for waste paper and scraps. Baskets are also covered with tapestry to maicn tne side walls, or with the rich tapestries, showing Marie Antoinette scenes, which are employed In such aDunuanco this FalL The Uses of Meta Furniture. Scientific American. Recent large jconflagrations In the busi ness sections of several large cities have been the means of booming metal office lumiture. some desks and racks of metal. which underwent a severe experience at tne Baltimore fire, were found to be practically uninjured after the fiery vis itatlon, and also to have preserved their contents. All of the troubles with wood en furniture are said to arise from the warping and twisting of the wood enter lng into its composition. It is this and nothing more that puts a wooden desk out of service, the joints parting and the drawers becoming awry. This cannot happen to the metal furniture, and there fore its life of usefulness Is said to be without end. Desks and cabinets of metal are claimed to take the place of a safe to a very great degree. vIt - Is not necessary xor me DooivKeeper to put nls books Jn the safe every night but sim ply to stow them away in his desk. This is not only a convenience, but a saving In the matter of safes. The simple lines of these pieces are very pleasing and are approved from the sanitary standpoint The articles are now made up in all the desirable shapes for general office use. In cluding the desks of different shapes for various purposes and also cabinets of dif ferent shapes for filing drawers. Patience Charlie taught e to Coat alone. this Summer, at the beach. Patrice "Well, I undeistaad fee's tiring to Soar s los fcusself. now. Xoaker gUttmnaii.- PECK'S BAB B6y ABROAD He and the Groceryman Illustrate the Russo-Japanese War-With Gunpowder (BT HO:- GEORGE PECK.- ex-Governor of Wisconsin, formerly publliher of "Peck's Sun," author ' o "Peck's Bad Boy," etc Copyright ISO, by Joseph B. Bowles.) THE OLD groceryman had a war map spread out on the counter, and for an hour he had stood up In front of it, reading a m'orning paper, with his thumb on Port Arthur, his fingers covering the positions occupied When the Fireworks Went Off In the Grocery. by the Japanese and Russian forces in Manchuria, and his face working worse than the face of the Czar eating a caviar sandwich and ordering trobps to the Far East, at the same time shying at dyna'mlte bombs of nihilists. There was a crash in front of the grocery and the old man jumped be hlna a barrel, thinking Port Arthur had been blown, up and the Russian fleet torpedoed. "Hello, Matsuma, you young mon key," said the old man, as . the -bad boy burst the door open and rushed in with a shovel at shoulder arms, . and came to "present arms" in front of the old man, wno came from behind the barrel and acknowledged the salute. "Say, now, honest, did you put that chunk of ice In the stove the day you skipped out last?" "Sure, Mike!" said the boy, as he ran the shovel under the-r cat' that was sleeping by the stove and tossed her into a barrel of dried apples. "I want ed to demonstrate to you, old Mlchael- ovitski, the condition of things at "Vla divostok, where you candle-eating Russians are bottled up in the Ice. and where we Japanese are going to make you put on your skates and get away to Siberia. What are" you doing with the map of the seat of war?" "Oh. I was only trying to figure out the plan of- campaign, and find out where the Japanese would go to when. they are licked, said the old man. "This thing is worrying me. I want to see Russia win, and I think our Government ought to send them all the' embalmed beef we had left from the war with Spain, but If we did you monkey" Japanese would capture it, and have a military funeral over It, and go on eating fish and rice. "When this country was In trouble, in 186$, the Russians sent a fleet of warships to New York, and notified all Europe to stand back and look pleasant, and, by the great horn spoons, I am going to stand by Russia or bust I would like to be over there at Port Arthur and witness an explosion of a torpedo under something. Egad, but I glory In the smell of gunpowder. Now, say, here is Port Arthur, by this barrel of dried apples, and there Is Mushapata, by the ax handle barrel, see? "Well, you and I are just alike," said the boy. 'Tiet s have a sham battle, right here in the grocery- Get down tuat can of powder." " Tain't against the law. is it?" said the old man, as he handed down a tin cannister of powder. "I want excite ment and valuable Information, but I don t want to unduly excite the neigh bQrs." "Oh, don't worry about the neigh bors," said the boy, as he poured a little powder under the barrel of dried apples. "Now, as you say, this is Port Arthur. This chest of Oolong tea rep resents a Japanesegcruiser outside the narDor. ais dox oi coansn represents a Russian fort see? and the stove rep resents a Russian cruiser. - This barrel of an handles Is the Russian army, en trenched behind the, bag of coffee. Now, we put a. little powder under all of them, and lay a train from one to the other, and now you get out a few of those giant firecrackers you had left over last Fourth of July, and a Roman candle, and we can illustrate the whole business so Alexovltch and Ito would take to the woods." , "No danger. Is there?" said the old groceryman. as he brought out the fire works, looking as happy and interested as the bad boy did. "I want to post myself on the war In the Far East, but I don't want to do anything that would occasion remark." "Oh. remark nothing," said the boy. as he fixed the firecracker under a barrel of rice, another under a tin can of soda crackers, and got the Roman candle ready to touch off at the stove. It will not make any more fuss than taking a flash-light photograph. Just a piff-s-s sis boom and there you are, full of in formation." "WelL let-cr-go-Gallagher " said the old man, sort of reckless like, as he got behind the cheese box. "Gol darn the expense, when you want to illustrate your Ideas of war." The boy lit the Roman candle, got be hind a barrel of potatoes end turned the sputtering ' Roman candle on the giant firecracker under the stove, and when he saw the fuse of the firecracker was' light ed, he turned the torch on the powder under the barrel of dried apples, and in. a second everything went kiting; the bar rel of dried apples with the cat in It went up to the ceiling, the stove was blown over the counter, the cheese box and the old groceryman went with a crash to the back end of the store, the front windows blew out on the sidewalk. the store was full of smoke, the old man rushed out of the back door with his whiskers singed" and yelled "Fire!" while the bad boy fell out the front door with his eye winkers gone, and his hair singed: the cat got out with no hair to brag on, and before they could breathe twice the fire department came clater Ing up to the hydrant and soon turned the hose Inside the grocery. There was not very much fire, and after tipping over every barrel ana box that had not been blown skyhlgh the firemen gave one last look at the inside of the grocery, one last f-squirt at tne ournea ana singea cat that bad crawled into a bag of cinnamon on the top shelf, and they went away, leav Imr the doors and windows open: the crowd dispersed, and the bad "boy went In the front door, peered around Tinder the counter, pulled the cork out of a hot tie of olive oil and began to anoint him self where he had been scorched. Hear- lng a shuffling, as of arctic overshoes filled wth water. In the back shed, ' and a still .sasal! voice, saying: "Well, I'll fee condemned," he looked up and saw the red face of the old groceryman peeking in the back door. "Come in, Alexandrovlski, and rub some of this sweet oil on your countenance, and put some kerosene on your heaa. where the hair was. Gee! but you are a sight. Don't you go out anywhere and let a horse seo you, or he will fun away." "Have all the forts and warships come down yet?" said the old man, looking up toward the celling, holding up his elbow to ward off any possible descending bar rel or stove lid. "I now realize the truth of General Sherman's remark that war 13 helL Gosh! how It smarts where the skin Is burnt off. Give me some of that salad oil," and the old man sopped the oil on his, face and head, and the boy rubbed his lips and ears, and they looked at each other, and tried to smile two cracked, and wrinkled, and scorched smiles, across the counter at each other. "Now, you little Japanese monkey, I hope you are satisfied, after you have wrecked my store, and fitted m for the hospital, and I want you to get out of here, and never come back. By ginger. I know when I have got enough war. They can settle that affair at Mukden, or Holoyahoo, or any old place. I wash my hands of the whole business. Git you Spitz. What did you pour so much powder around the floor for? All I want ed was a little innocent Illustration of the horrors of war, not an explosion." "That's what I wanted, too," said the boy, as he looked up on the top shelf at the cat that was licking herself where the hair used to be. "How did I know that powder would burn so quick? Say, you are unreasonable. Do you think' I will go off and leave you to die here un der the counter of bloodpolsonlng, like a dog that has eaten a loaded sausage? Never! I am going to nurse you through this thing, and bring you out as good as now. "I know how you feel toward me. Dad felt the same way toward me," aown in ijionaa, tne time ne got smin. You old people don't seem to appreciate a boy that tries to teach you useful noi- Hg:" "What about your dad getting skun down in Florida? I never heard about it" said the old grocreyman, as he took a hand mirror and looked at his burned face. "Why, that was when we first got down there," said the boy, looking at the old man and laughing. "Gee! but you would make a boy laugh If his lips were chapped. You look like a greased pig at a barbecue. - Well, when we struck Florida, and dad got so he could assim ilate high balls, and eat oranges off the trees, like a giraf, he said he wanted to go fishing and get tanned up, so we hired - a boat and I rowed while dad fished. I ast him why he didn't try that new prescription to raise hair on his bald head that I read of In a magazine, to go bareheaded In the sun. He ast me if anybody ever raised any hair on a bald head' that way, and T told him about Mr. Rockefeller, who had only one hair on his head, and he "played golf bare 'headed and In two weeks had to have his mm Came to Present Arms. Writing a Modern Play Ancient Methods of Constr action Seem Much in Vogue Today. IN THE days before the Garden of Eden knew Adam and Eve, Marigold Mooley. the cow, was the greatest living actress. Knowing this, a well-meaning stork, who was then the wisest of all birds, undertook to write a play In which Miss Mooley could exhibit her histrionic talent He conferred with Mr. Fox, of the firm of "R. Fox, Sons, Co. & Rela tives. -Theatrical Managers," who man aged Miss Mooley. "Good," said .Mr. Fox. "You have the right Idea go ahead." Much pleased, the playwright set to work, and in a few months brought back the following sim ple drama: "Hi. diddle diddle, the cat and the fid dle, the cow jumped over the moon; the little dog laughed to see the sport and the dish ran away with the spoon." "Well," said the Manager, .after hear ing, "It's not bad, the atmosphere Is all right and the jumping scene is great" "What do you think of the character of the little dog?" said the dramatist "Don't you think his laughter will add a good touch of comedy to the piece?" "Hm, yes." said the manager. "But .that's not what our audiences want; they pay their money to see Miss Mooley, and you must make more of her part. You needn't change the plot; Just give her all the good bits." "How can I?" said the dramatist. "That's your business, and not mine," said Mr. Fox. "But It's easy " enough for Instance, why make so much of the cat's" part? Why not say, The cow and the fiddle'?" "Oh! I see what you mean," said the dramatist 'Til try." He took his play away with (him, and in a few weeks brought back the following version: "Hey, diddle diddle, the cow and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon; the little cow laughed to see the sport, and the cow ran away with the spoon." '.'That's better," said the manager, "but there are still two or three places that need work." "Don't you think the audience will get a little tired, of the cow before the la3t scene?" said the dramatist: "My boy," said the manager, "you're not writing for a stock company. Miss Mooley Is a star, .and the people want to see her all the time. Now, you feature the moon too much; we don't care any thing about the moon." "But the cow must have something to jump over, or the scene doesn't mean anything," said the dramatist The manager leaned back in his easy chair and lit a fresh cigar. "That's all right from a literary stand point" -said he, "but what they want isn't literature, it's action. As, long, as they see Miss Mooley jump, they don't care what she jumps over. Besides, moons, are played out; the public are tired, of 'em. Now, you must let her jump and leave the rest tp the stage manager." "Anything else?" gasped the playwright "Sure," said the manager. "You waste too much tune before Miss Mooley comes on. Nowr you must work her into the 'Hey, diddle diddle part Oh and you. say, 'Te little cow laughed to see the spert' Now, the audience doesn't care hair cut with a lawnmower, 'cause it made his brain ache. Dad said if Rock efeller could raise hair by the sunshine method he could, and he threw his straw , hat overboard, and began to fish In the" sun for fish and hair. Well, you'd a dlde to see dad's head after the blisters began to raise. First he thought the blisters was hair, but when he got back to the- hotel and he looked in a glass, he see it wasn t hair worth a cent His head and Fishing Bareheaded to Make .His Hair Grow. face looked like one of those hippopota muses, and dad was mad. If I could have got dad in a sideshow I could have made a barrel of money, but he won't never make a show of himself, not even to make money he Is so proud. There Is more proud flesh on dad than there is on any man I ever nursed. Well, dad ast me what was good for blisters, and I told him lime juice wasthe best thing, so he sent me to get -some limes. They are a. little sour thing, like a lemon, and I told him to cut one in two and soak the juice on his head and face, and I went to supper, 'cause dad looked so-disreputable he wouldn't go to the dining-room. When I bought the limes the man gave me a green persimmon, and of course dad got the persimmon instead of the lime, and when I came back to our room after supper dad was in bed, yelling for a doc tor. Say, you know how a persimmon puckers your mouth up when you. eat It? Well, dad had just sopped himself with persimmon juice, and his head was puckered up like the hide of an elephant and his face and cheeks were drawn around sideways and wrinkled so I was scart I gave him a mirror to look at hisself, and when he got one look he said: "Hennery, It Is all over with your dad, you might just as well call in a lawyer to take my measure for a will, and an undertaker to All me with stuff so I will keep till they get me home by express, with handles on. What was that you called the fruit I sopped my head with?" and he groaned like he was at a revival Well, I told him he had used the persim mon instead of the lime juice I told him to, and that I would cure him, so I got a cake of dog soap and laundered dad, and put on stuff to take the swelling out and the next day he began to notice things. It would have been all right only a chambermaid told somebody the mean old man "with the pretty boy In 471 had the smallpox, and that settled It You know In a hotel they are offal sensitive about smallpox, 'cause all the boarders will leave if a man has a pimple on his self, so they made dad and I go Into quarantine In a henhouse for a week,, and dad said it was all my fault trying to get him to raise hair like Rockefeller. Well, I must go home and explain to ma how I lost my hair and eye-winkers. If I was in your place I would take a little tar and put It on where your hair was before the explosion," and the bad boy went out leaving the old groceryman drawing some tar out of the barrel, on to a piece of brown paper, and dabbing It on his, head with his finger. anything about sport; all It goes to the theater to see Is Miss Mooley." "But we must have a laugh," objected the dramatist , "Sure," said the manager, "only it must be at Miss Mooley." "All right" said the dramatist Two months afterward he submitted the following: "Hey, cowdle cowdle, "the cow and the. cowdle; the ,cow jumped, the little cow laughed, and the cow ran away with the spoon." "That's much more like It," said the manager. "Read it to Miss Mooley to morrow." The dramatist was happy. "Oh, one thing more," said the man ager. "Before you read It to Miss Mooley, change that spoon scene. The audience don't come to the theater to se spoons. What they want to see is" But here the dramatist fainted and was carried home. (William C. de Mille, in Life.) Words of One Syllable. New York MalL Think not that strength lies In the .bis. round -word. Or that the brier and plain .must seeds be weak. To whom can this he true who once has heard The cry for help, the. tongue that all men speak, When want or woe, or fear is at the "throat Bo that each word gasped out la like a shriek Pressed from the eore heart, or strange, wild note. Sung by some fay or fiend? There Is & strength Which dies If stretched too far or" spun too fine, . "Which has more height than breadth, mora depth than length. Let hut this force of thought and speech, be mine And he that will may take the sleek, fat phrase. Which glows and burns sot though It gleam and shine; Light, but not heat a flash without a blase. Kor is it mere strength that the short word boasts; It serves of more than fight or storm to talW The roar of waves that dash tha rock-bo uai. coasts. The crash of tall trees when the wild "wiai swell. The roar of guns, the groans of men that die On bloodstained ' fields. It has' a voice, as well. For them that far oft on their sickbeds lie. For them that weep, for them that mora the dead. For them that laugh and dance and clasp tk hand. To Joy's quick step, as well as grief's lew tread, The sweet plain words we learn at first keep time. And though the theme be ead or gay or grud, -With each, with all, these may be ssade to chime In thought, or speech, or song, or prow, c rhyme. Winter f Her Discontent Atchison Globe This is the season, when nearly housekeeper, wants to sell her Jttavs, get answer jcibo.