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JIOOV.I TEX AH JlAXOeCS. Juaiuiu Miller. I bring from tlie lanil of fltx-ki and of herds, From m I fertile lields of mi-asun-liwn land, From law I of untaii.iililu beast ami of birds, rrom lands of tlio cult and of lilo Urande. The till Tjxaii ranier, the mate of wild men. With blade In bis hand he U blazing the war For the world to come after. He doc Dot nay, Nor yet comprehend. But finally, when The New World U finished, 'twill be written that no Wm do dull worker ill 1U destiny. The Lone Star that roue from the Mexican stes And rode In the morn of the tronioal went Over gray Bun Jacinto, itill .bine In the trees, Where foliage la freshost, and fruit are the brat Here rorn the ranger. He li strong, be U free. A the storm of the gulf, to! the majesty ur manuoou is his. i lie turbulent sniu Of an Arab sheikh, that duties control. It tidea and it swull in thia half-tamed nuin. Af he turn and h tallu like a king to hJj clan. "I'm one nr them fellers a fongbt with ole Hood. I reckon, by golly, yer might recolerk Them lean ragged rangen Not 'lig- ious'y good. They'd cum, and the like. Sot Then I speck They've writ up book "bout that tussle with Hood. "What! you fit ml Lord! Thar itooj you'ni A long blue Hue uv blaziif red hell. Then Hood glr whoop, and down on the blue on; Then back rolled the gray'uns, then, God slcb yell! And, cata and black dogsl It wa hot then for you us "We aeoirhed you that day. Lord! Erery C11PB Bhuclu! Let a luan brag. That' all we're cot. Ter needn't o .traddle and make sich a nuue The bare right to brag ur the fight that we lougnt, That', all we gut Thar ain't much loft ur us. "You wallopped us, ehf Bay, remember tliat fl.rht i W'y, uv course the Feds wont But then, don't you see, No matter who won, or which 'una was right, Twas a reg'lar ole American victory, An' a reg'lor ole ho-Auiericau fight! THE LAST SURVIVORS. WHAT ODNHOWDKn HAS DONE FOB OUB WILD ANIMALS AND BIBDH. Fells L. Oswald in Cincinnati Enquirer. Heavers are now so scarce that it socms hardly credible that their dams once lined all the river shores from Hudson's bar to the Gulf of Mexico. Like the Chinese gardeners who live on artificial river inlands, they certainly tried their best to be in nobody's way; but at the current market value of their skins they could not be permitted to survive. And what has become of the wild pigeons that once darkened the sun with their endless swarm? There are a few "roosts" left in Arkansas, one or two in southern Missouri and West Virginia; in northern Ohio they are still hunted toward the end of the year, ' and fly from county to county in flocks of four dozen or so; but what is that to the legion thnt once traveled through tho beech foreHts of the Ohio vol ley? The nnturaliHt, Audubon, once saw a swarm eight miles wido, as nearly as ho could estimate it, living overhead at tho rate of at leant fifty miles an hour; and after sitting live hours with his watch in hand, hoping to see the end of the phenomenon, he got tirod of waiting any longer, for as yet tho swurm hud not perceptibly diminished. Of their total number hardly one iu ten thousand is now left. How many pounds of powder must it have takeu to exterminate the rest? titill, our last wild pigeons will out live tho hint buffaloes and last grizzly Wars, for in the warfare against a su perior foe caution is a butter weapon than strength. The forests of northern Europe were once inhabited by a fight ing ox, tho Ur, or Ancr-Oehse, an ex tremely tierce brute, that often turned the tables against its wouldlo hunters. Hut the invention of gunpowder decided its fate, snd the only wild specimens are now found iu the deep forests of eastern Caucasus. The grizzly bear has Iwen driven back to the i'acillo slope, and seems todisap- ear faster than his black brother, who ias more talent for tree-climbing and cavo-digging. Wherever gunpowder is used in the warfare of man against the Iwusts snd birds of tho wilderness, the art of hiding is their best hope of es cape, and of all the forest creatures of turn continent me last survivors w in probably bo the ruccoon and the sipiir rel. THE VAX WHO (1ETH CARRIED liY. K J. Ilurdette. The man with the oil-cloth "carpet sack," who is storming at tho conductor, is the man who gets carried by. He never misses it. If he is only going fiftecu milt's, the Hist thing ho does is go to sleep. He declares that the brakeman never called "Mount Jov." "As though," says the indignant brake man "I couldn't waken a dead man on that station. Now, if it was Ditlersville, or Sisstleld, or some little thin name like that, all i's and e's, niaylie I couldn't shake 'em up quite so Ixiister onsly, but a big mouthful like Mouut Joy or Tyroue, where your voice bos something to catch on to, why, man, I can put the headlight out with it!" Cotitldentiully the brakeman lowers Lis voice. "Why, yes," he says; "somebody gets carried by every rim, unless I bounce him just like a tramp. I bolievo w hen the last day comes, and (labriel sounds his awful trumpet, and the dead rise up and answer the summons, there'll be some men wont know anything about it till the next day, and then they'll say Well, you never blowed at Snyder's Crossing!'" KO REVED 1' IWH'O V ERE IK New York Hun. The commission appointed in France to consider the phylloxera has not awarded to anybody the prize of three hundred thousand franca that was offered to the discoverer of a trust worthy remedy or preventative for the fatal grspe disease. There were not less than 182 competitors for the prize; but none had made a discovery that filled the tilL In the Cause of Sci ence. Flora L Stanfi Id. The proverbial straw had broken the metaphorical camels bock, lue pa' tience of Charlotte urantome, nsuall equal to the exigencies of the occasion, wus exhausted. The twins, as a matter of course, were the culprits. Ihey, however, with the complacency natural to boys of b or tbereulsiuM, were in different to the tempest of despair which raged in theirBihtcrsbieist. Ihey ha considerately refrained from adding de ceit to their guilt, but bad confessed, fully and unreservedly, to rifling the canary s nest, to tearing a jacket, and losing a hat down the well, to eating the strawberries that were saved for supper, and to catching their most faithful hen with s fishhook. I hat tlsh hook represented the straw ; Charlotte the camel, nhe could have borne any thing better than downright cruelty developed so early in one of her ow blood. She never was a boy. "And a man was here," went on Pop sey; "a big man," volunteered Wopsey the other twin. "And he asked ns about everything, and we said our mother wosn t veiy well and our sister was old maid school-ma'am." Charlotte winced. Where had h picked up that expression ? And had it come to that? "You must not talk to strango men about mother or me. What did he want?" "He wanted to see you." "Mo?" Visions of tramps, of spying burglars, only they had nothiug to "burglo," bs Topsey had said one day, came into her mind. "How did he look?" "He was beautiful," "He was dread ful," said the twins in duet. Further questioning elicited these facts. He was young; he was old; ho was short ; be was tall ; be wore spec tucles; ho had a mustache, and was bug-man. In the last and crowning fuet the boys agreed. Practice had made Miss Brantome tolerable clairvoyant, so far as reading tlioso two small minds was concerned, She jumped at the conclusion that some wandering naturalist chasing an elusive bug hod chsn ed that way, and gave the subject no more attention, She had other things to think of than.' bug-men or any men, and the problems of how to provide a new hat for Wopsey and how to instill remorse into the hearts of her charges drove other thoughts away. Sitting down on the low doorstep of the house that had been home to her for six and twenty happy years she tried to reason it out. 1 he sun was yet high the days were at their longest, isehin her flowed the tireless river; in front of her, across the prairie, the hills were green. In the Held of rye over the way gleamed a large white wooden cross, Her grandfather, m whose veins flowei some of the blue blood of France, had bought a home in this western country when the remnant of an Indian trilsi had still lironcrtr to sell. The deed n sale provided for the preservation of their littlo bnrying-ground. Here among the sinking craves Pierre Hran toino had built the cross. It had been renewed several times since then, but had always seemed the samo, and was ever the patient protector, solemnly holding its white, arms out as if to do fend the moldering sleepers. The grain grew thick around, but the tiny village of the dead was never disturbed by spade or plow. Old Pierre, however, had never pros' pereil. :s either did 1'ierre the younger and one night when, riding home, his horse shied at the sight of the white cross in the moonlight and threw him with his head against a stone, he left no legacy but the homestead and a debt to his wife and children. There was a gap of twenty years ltetween Charlotte and the twin babies, and sho really had a third infant on her hands, for tho mother was nothing more useful than that after her husband's death. She was not feeble-minded exactly, but pain fully gentle strange and uuaceounta ble. Charlotte shouldered her burdens with a brave hoart. Her French accent for grandfather 1) ran tome's blood had never filtered through Canada brought her employment iu tho school in tho town near by. The long walks back aid fortli kept the roses blooming in her cheeks, tho boys wero good some times ami she, being busy, was happv. It requires leisure to be successfully miserable. The cross tvpifiod to her the "daily martyrdom of private life." And now, looking at it, her heart grew light. The now hut would coNt but a trille. Surely they were more strawberries ripe in the garden, the canary would lay more eggs, the jacket could le mended, and old SHcklo had proved superior to the fish1 hook. But what could the boys be screaming about r "The bug-man! the bug-man!" they were shouting, trotting toward her with all their might on their sandy little feel. It was certainly strange. Why should a stranger calf twice? That he should come once was not surprising- out twicer "We showed him your photograph" said Popscy, "and he said you didn't look like a old maid a bit." "And ho said," weut on the other ter rible infaut without a pause, "wasn't we proud to have such a nice sister he w ished he had and he had such a lot of bugs he puts them to sleep with medi cine and sticks pins through 'em and ho has a gold watch and he let ns wind it up and we told him to come again some more and here he is!" Charlotte was speechless, but in some way she found herself rising to her feet to greet a gentleman w ho was taking ofl his lint to her and bowing with a grace which even grandfather lirantonie would have approved. "Miss Urantome, I boliove." She acquiesced in silence. I am gathering materials for an Lis toriol work and was directed to yon for information concerning the antiquities) of this region. And I might as well say now that I have references and all that sort of thing." "Then you are not" She stopped; he smiled. "No I am not exactly a bug-mon, as these little fellow have called me, al though I must plead guilty to a slight leaning iu that direction. Vet just now I would jovfullv part with tho biggest bugs of mv collection if in exchange I might examine your grandfathers pa pers." . He was so gracefully genial that one could no more be absurdly dignified with him than with the golden robin sing'n? on the Indian cross. "W.llrou walk in?" "I w.ll'sit out here instead if you will permit hie." So Pops y and Wopsey dragged a chair and then stood motionless and wonder-eyed, listenin to the talk of discoverv" and adventure. They did not understand it very well until the con versation turned to Indian lore. In dians and Wars they could comprehend. Then tho mother, attracted by a strango voice, drew near the door iu her melan cholv, wavering way. "The postmaster s wife thought that La Salle was an Indian chief," Char lotte w as saying, "and she had heard of Father Marquette, but supjiosed him the priest down at La Paz. Her opin ion of him would not have made him vain. She does not believe in 'pop pery,' as she calls it." "I met a woman the other day who thought a herbarium was a bug, re marked Mr. Dunoan. Then they laughed. But everything comes to an end. Tho boys began a dumb show behind the stranger's back to indicate to their sis ter that thev were perishing of huugcr; so she let the conversation lag in order to end the call. "Come, to-morrow and sre the pa pers if you like," she said. "It will be Saturday, and I shall be at home to answer questions. Ho thanked her and withdrew, jump ing over tho rail fence which skirted the field of rye in order to get a near view of the cross, on which not one, but a dozen, golden robins were now holding a vesper conclave. And the tea-kettle was soon singing in the Brantome kitchen a song as gay as that of the robins, and Charlotte was not her usual self as she picked the strawberries for tea. "Half of them green," said the dis- gustod Wopsey. '"Spect she's thinking of the bugman. It certainly was astonishing how much consulting the Brantome manuscripts needed. And, too, Mr. Duncan required so much assistance. It was "Miss Brantome, will you kindly read this list while I copy it?" or, "Miss Charlotte, really I can t make out whether this is an e or au i," all the while. Grandfather Brantome would have begun to inquire as to marriage settlements and Scotch pedigrees had he been alive to see those chestnut locks, innocent of bargs, and that dark mustache iu such dangerous proximity. It was the old story two young heads bending over the samo page. No word of love had passed. All was on a strictly business basis, the cor rectness of the history of the missions of the northwest tho objective aim. But at lust there was no excuse for lingering longer. The hills across tho prairie wore red and gold, the rohins hud fled, and the grain around the littlo buryiug-ground cut and stowed away, Charlotte was walking home as usual. Fur awuv in the road two moving dots appeared, which developed into the twins as they came nearer. Tears were cutting briny furrows down their not very clean cheeks. Hysterical sobs alone came from their mouths as they tried to speak, but finally sisterly intui tion eminutcd these words from tho chaos : "Mother has mnned away 1 She said she wotdd if we didn't stop pounding, and we didn't, and she has runned !" That poor mother ! She had made the same threat a hundred times boforo, but hod been pacified. "Which way? Tell me quickly," thinking of the river, so tireless and so cruel. "She runned up the railroad track." No more words were needed. Back of tho garden was the branch railway from La Paz. The evening train was uoarly due. Leaving the twins to toddlo after as well as they could in their exhausted state, she ran. Ban ? She flew. The bright invalid shawl was a beacon. Mrs. Brantome sat upon the track, idly playing with some yellow flowers. Char lotte know her patient well. "Mother," she said, "it is late, and the boys aro calling, and you must feed the chickens." The mother shook her head. Persuas ion was no persuader. Then Charlotte scolded. Alike useless. Then, as a last resort, she used a gentle force. A failure. Sit there and pull tlioso yellow flowers to pieces that tho poor, un balanced woman would do, nothing clso, In heaven's name what was to be done? Those who have had experience know the strength of the insane. The train whistled for the crossing a milo away, and lust then, some guardian angel guiding him, James Duncan jumped the fence, a wet handkerchief in his hand. Blessings upon the medicine which suMued this oor woman in a moment, and he hod lifted her out of danger be fore the train rushed past. Then ho explained. He hail been copying tho inscription on the Indian's cross as tho boys went screaming by. He gathered enough from their inco herent words to learn what the matter was. The chloroform idea was simply an inspiration. "How can I repay you?, asked wet- eyed Charlotte, as the partv, boys, mother, and all, were walking lack. By making over to me Tierre Bran- tomes manuscripts and his grand daughter. I can never write the history without tier. "Well," softlr, "in the cause of sci- euce perhaps. And this in how it came to pass that the boys marched np the church aisle lief ore the robins came again, with Charlotte and tho bug-man. As for the cross it spreads its white arms over a no made grave. The poor mother has "runned a war" forever. "Never 'rive war in trifles, 'cause there's no tollin how soon yon might be called on t' give way in matters o' importance." WOMAN AND HOME. IIo'ps Toward Parental Fationce with the Little Ones, Moniaa'a Werk Ameasr the Blrk-. Hodjeaka's Idea Concerning Ureas Heme aad Its) Marreaadloft-a. Rural New Yorker "What a beautiful place!" was the involun tary exclamatlou as we neared my friend's home for toe first time. They had chosen a pleasant, nearly lerol spot for building. I cannot agree with those who build on steep hillsides, or damp low situations to be near a spring. Desirable as that might be, I think there are many far superior reasons for selecting a higher point; dryer, more healthy air, better riews and drivew&ys, low mud, leaa washing away In times of heavy rains, etc The ayproacb adds to or takes from the appearance of a place; it is preferable on some accounts to drive directly into the yard; but here, as upon many other farms, the same road is used for the carringe as for driving stork from the barn to other parts of the place, thus render ing a fence necessary to separate it from the yard. The lawn was not large, they preferring a small one well kejit rather than a larger one hlcb is so apt to be neglected among many busy farmers. Yet it was not kept In exactly the style which seems to be growing in favor perfectly clean-iliaven, without a tree.shrub or flower; neither was it so full of shrubbery a to obstruct the view to or from the road. The main part was smooth and velvety, slop ing gently to the road. A few choiej shrubs anil a very few evergreens occupied positions in the outer portions of the yard, and on one side a latticed summer bouse, covered with climbing roses and grapevines, suggested a coiy retreat Near the bouse, on each side of the en trance, was a triangular border filled with bright budding plants now in all their autumn glory. We also catch a glimpse of other floral treasure bordering the path to the back yard. There were no vines climb ing over the house, for pretty as a "vine covered cottage" is In the poetry, it becomes quite prosaical when they bare to be taken down to paint under them; trellises near the windows or elsewhere are nearly as pretty and more desirable in many ways. Htill a few rines might be allowed on por ticoes or porches. We must look no longer, for our bosteus is smiling a welcome at the door. I shall not describe the furniture of this model home, as the purchase of this must depend so much upon one's means, but 1 wish I eould tell you wba4t is that-gives it such an inviting, cheery look, and makes one feel so thoroughly happy and at ese. I suspect it was inmates more than the sur roundings; yet who can say bow . much the beautiful, tasteful things, about us bad to do with molding the characters and aiding in the mental derelopment of the gentle, or derly children whom we afterward sawf For what thinking, observant person will deny the refining influence of beautiful homes, when ingenious minds, loving hearts and willing hands have made them sol We think Bayard Taylor says truthfully "Nothing Is useless which gratifies that per ception of beauty which is at once the most delicate and the most intense of our mental sensations, binding us by an unconscious link nearer to nature and to Him, whose every thought is born of beauty, truth and love." We were taken at once to the family sit ting room, it being, as it should always be, the pluasantest room in the house. A hint of frost is in the chill evening air and the care ful mother bas had her little boy build a fire which gives a cheerful appearance and throws a genial glow over pictures ami ornaments. I am pleased with the latter, for instead of cardboard and other frail articles (which were reserved for cham bers and other rooms not in daily use) my friend had chosen more substantial material A paper-bolder was of carved wood to match a corner bracket on which stood a vase freshly filled for winter, with delicate sprays of dried grasses and a fern or two. The case for letters, lamp-lighters and comb and brush, were of heavy pasteboard, cut and sewed in proper shape, then painted black, bright embossed pictures or pressed ferns pasted on, and lastly, several coats of Demar or chroiuo varnish; these are handsome, dur able, easily made, and can be wiped off with a damp cloth when soiled. A few delicate mosses which had been care fully pressed were glued in pretty designs on white cardboard and framed; and just here I think of a simple and easily made frames for small pictures and mottoes. Make it the de sired size, of smooth strips of light or dark wood, give it a coat or two of varnish, and when partially dry place small fronds of pressed lerns tastefully upon it; when dry enough varnish again. Of course those who can afford costly pictures, frames and other ornaments would not so much appreciate these home-made articles, but that class do not need any as sistance, but a little good taste in the selec tion. So I write, oaly hoping to throw out a few hints to those less fortunate in that way, as no doubt a large class of rural readers are, for a very little money w ith taste and occasional suggestions from other think ers on the subject cau work wonders. Even books are so cheap now that a small sum will secure a library that would be an ornament to any home. Going soon to my friend's kitchen, we found her young daughter press ing autumn leaves with a warm iron first passed over rosin; they were very pretty, but I suggested leaving a portion on the branches, laying them away between hods for two or three weeks without any preparation, then place thera above pictures and mirrors; they have a pleasing effect and seem nearer to nature. Oak leaves are specially nice this way, as a warm iron fades their bright wine color. I admit that none of thefte are as pretty as growing plants, but so few hare the room, time and know ledge to keep these healthy and bright, and many have not suitable windows that they ought to spare for them, for the children need them worse. A walk through the back yard showed that it had not been neglected; no rubbish, no uncovered drains or cess-pools, but neatly swept stone walks, a few old fashioned shrubs and the children's flower beds. At the north end of the house was a nook where little else but ferns would thrive: these grew there in luxuriance. I wonder we do not see more of these easily-cultivated beauties about our homes. They will grow up strong and healthy every season without any care whatever after the first setting. I would Uke to sieak of the kitchen conven iences, the boys' room (which bad its full share of pleasant things) as well as the guest chamber, were it not that my article is already too long. But let us not forget dear sisters all, that to husband, son or brother a pleasant, cheer ful loving woman is the brightest ornament a borne can hare. Be Mltfctr ratlral with CklUrea. (BUI Arp. rarents and teachers ought to be mighty pa tient with children. Some bars mors ca pacity and some more memory. Some are slow and some are quick. It Is not the nw . . ... .. . . - .i.. .....rt.wt man or ei cuiia mat maues mo . woman. It ta a powerful strain on some oi em to keep up.and the dull ones oughtn t to us irowded until they bate noon -time of going to school Some folks send their children to school to get rid of 'em, but my opinion is the parent ought to MP " teacher erery night. It shows the children bow much Interest they feel In their educa tion. It is a sign of a good teacher when the children get ambitious to keep up and get bead marks, and bring their books bonis at night and want to go to school if It is raining a little. Wrap 'em up and let'em go. There is nothing that demoralises a school boy like staying at home erery getting behind the class. We used to walk three mile, to school, and we never minded it at all. It was a frolic all way there and all the way back and we did have the best dinner in the world, mon-erer bad a good things as our mother id to Ox upforua. Itaeemstomesonow Ac nlus life is full of romance and fun-the hs4 sort of fun. A child's dreams are spleuduUmt we dent dream now, hardly ever. I used to read Robinson Cru iJd' again. How I did long to be Wp-WI3; on an island and raise monkeys and goat "sKudrenare generally sure children, but they d-m't show off much. Dai. lei Web ster wai most always foot la bis class, but when he learned anything he never forgot it. Some boy. are wild.nd restless and have no love for books, but they oughtn t to be given up or backed or abused continually. If tliey have good parent they will come to themselves after awhile. It is astonishing how humiliation will fol low a boy. On time a boy stole a q a dollar from another boy at school, and tbat followed him to his greve. He got to be a great man and was thirty years in congre and was a senator, and one day when he made a bit;er speech against the corruption of the opposite party and denounced their stealing and plundering by wholesale, one or his opponents replied by saying be would re mind the gentleman that preachers of Moral ity should come Into the pulpit w be eon hands-that Ben Franklin said, He that would steal a pin would steal a bigger thing, and be asked no quarter from the. gentleman on that score. . . So, bovs, remember and keep your hands clean. Folks will forgive mischief and a heap of other things, but they wont forgive meanness. Woman' Work Among the Hlek. lOlivsr Wendell Holmes. "Little things mean a great deal in the sick room. 'Will you have an orange or a fig. said Dr. James Jackson to a fine little boy now grown up to goodly stature, and whom I may be fortunate enough to recognize among my audience of to-day. 'A fig,' answered Master Theodore, with alacrity. 'No ferer there!" said the good doctor, 'or be would certainly have said an orange.' " 'Now, it is in Just these little unimportant, alllmportant matter, that a good nurse is of incalculable aid to the physician. And the growing conviction of the importance of thorough training of young women as nurses is one of the most hopeful signs of medical advancement So much bas been done and is doing tbat the days of the Sairy Gamps and Botsy Priggs are numbered. What is there in tl hour of anguish like the gontle p.eence, the quiet voice, the thoroughly trained aud skillful hand of the woman who was meant by nature and has been taught by careful discipline to render those services which money tries to reward, but only grat itude can repay I have always felt that this was rather the vocation of women than general medical, and especially surgical, practice. I have often wished that disease could bo huuted by its professional antagonists in couples a doctor and a doctor's quick witted wife miking a joint visit and attack ing the patient I mean the patient's malady, of course with their united capacities. For lam quite sure that there is a natural clair voyance in a woman which would make her as much the superior of a man in some particu lars of diagnosis as she certainly is in distin guishing shades of color. Many a suicide would have been prevented if the doctor's wife had visited the victim the day before it happened. She would bare seen in the mer chant's face his impending bankruptcy while her stupid hustand was prescribing for dys pepsia and indorsing his note; she would recognize ths lovelorn maiden by an Ill-adjusted ribbon a line in the features a droop in the attitude, a tone in the voice which means nothing to him, and so the brook must be dragged to-morrow. Woman Xot Superior to Dress. Chicago Herald. In an interview with Mme. Modjeska last summer that charming lady said: "I am not one of those women who considers herself su perior to dress. I was never satisfied with the allowance of personal attractions that Mother Nature gave me, but she lav ishes her gifts so begrudgingly that I find I am not alone in my misery. I think all women handsome when they have youth and rosy health, but at 40 they are one in physical destitution either they become corpulent or shriveled in form, sallowness and wrinkles mar the smooth, fresh face, aud between the hair, eyes, teeth and buoyancy of spirit there seems to be a dead race to see which can lose its identity first" She went on to say that the woman who supposed men to be indifferent to her per sonal appearance was guilty of a veiy grave error iu judgment It is her experience that a man likes to see his mother or sister be comingly dressed, and is proud of the good appearance made by the woman who is to be his life partner. But let her lose his admira tion of her pretty dress, faultless lingerie, and neat boots and gloves, and her chances for retaining his affections are questionable, A homely woman who knows how to dress is far more attractive than a pretty one in slovenly attire or dressed in unsuitable, ill fitting garments. For a becoming hat, a quiet suit, made well and accurately fitted to the figure, will do marvels in the way of sheltering physical defects. And for a woman of native delicacy of mind it is sheer mad ness to neglect her dress, which becomes a kind of personal glossary. Costly, the ma jority of women cannot dress, nor is ex travagance at all necessary to make favor able impressions, but gaudy, sensational patterns may be avoided, tawdry decoration ignored, and a correct fit and appropriate de sign attained. Children at the Dinner Table. St Paul Pioneer Press. Robert Collyer once, when lecturing to a country audience, contrasted the strictness of the old days and the laxity of the present time, and, while commending the latter made this remark: "Let the children begin at which end of the dinner tbey please." A young mother, who hung on his words of wisdom, treasured this particular saying, aad a few days after proceeded to put it hi prac tice, but somehow it did not seem so sensible at midday, snd she was herself reminded of Ur. Browning's bne that "colors seen by candle-light are not the same by day;" but with the mild persistence of her sex, she would not abandon the stand she hal taken without a good deal of argument "Where is the harm in giring the AUd his piece of pie or dish of pudding first if be pre fer. It in thnt way V she asked herself, and h. n.i,l would be diminished. This is the thy eveua cookie a little while be ETdlnne? b not conducive to health After more thought the mother arrived at the con- c mTn that the pretty theory must be g red-i up and she IwMtutad a rule that nerer U. ) j tween meaU should one of the children har, anrthing, unless be or she were hungry enough to demand bread and butter without sugar. ' Core for Corpnleney. Jennie June. A desire to know bow much of quackery there might be in the treatment and some- hing of the modus operandi prompted a call upon the physician in question. I founds bright, Intelligent woman, who would not impress any one a a quack. Herwccess.h. attributed to the factthat.be had satisfied herself tbat superfluous flesh was a disease; bad studied it, and worked out a cure for it- c a cure which she claims to be permanent ant y lasts s life time. In regard to the treatment abe was naturally somewhat reticent, partic ularly a. it raries with difference in constitu tion and habits, and what is true of one case therefore, might not be true of another. Of forty cases upon her books no two weretreatr ed exactly alike, but she exhibited her books, in which wss kept careful record of the reduc tion of weight which had followed the treat ment from week to week, and of the final re turn to normal conditions. It was freely stated, however, that the prin ciple of cure was largely based upon diet, which was at first nitrogenous but variable, afterward farinaceous and absolute. The liver is attacked and brought Into line by a safe and special remedy; hot water Is used; hot medicated foot-baths, and the number of meals at once reduced. It is fouud that very fleshy people are usually fond of sugsr and sweet, and these are tabooed strictly. The reduction of flesh is to the normal standard, to what would be considered the proper weight for the height of the individual, but the cure is not considered complete when this result Is attained. The diet must be prolonged for a cure, and when this is effected the appetite for un wholesome sweets and pastries, and highly stimulating viands has departed. It Is a per fectly natural cure, it is said, and one quite in harmony with the laws of the constitution of the patient; and, if so, it is not difficult to see how widely it must differ from the ordin ary system of medical practice. Ellen Terry. Jennie June. It is nerer possible to decide whether Ellen Terry Is beautiful or whether she is a great artist, and there Is a sort of Intangibility about her which eludes fixed laws and Iron clad opinions. You only know that yon would not hare her anything else but what she is, and that whatever she does is right It is ths same about her acting. Yoa are carried away by her Portia. Its winning charm, its gracious aignity, its sweet per suasiveness, its one little scene where she re ceives Bassanio's friends, is a lesson to any lady in exquisite manners and worth volume of twaddle about etiquette. Yet you know half a dozen little American actresses who could "rise superior" in declaiming Portia's famous lines in regard to the quality of mercy. Her dress is as elusive as her appearance. Worth would never be able to do any thing with her. She is very tall, yet does not appear so. She has the Oriental feeling for color; her dress always seems to have grown upon her, never to have been made, cut, twisted or torlured by any ordinary dress maker. Could any one who saw her ever for get her appearance as Cam ma in the temple of Artemisthe slow expansion of the gray, mist like reil that enreloped her with erery motion of ber nnnf Nor did I thank the friend who told me that this weird Impres sion was produced by siuiply fastening the tissue to the bracelet uoon her wrist I like to be strongly impressed myself, and do not care to know much in regard to the mechan ism of the means tbat produce the result Certainly Miss Ellen Terry is alone in her at mospheric relation to the dramatic world; she ls as much herself as Mr. Irving is him self, and if she has not genius, one would say it is because she is genius herself. ' Women In the Lone Aao. In the essay on ' 'Women in the Fourteenth Century," we read some things which, in view of the omission of the word "obey" re cently from the marriage service of the Meth odist church, may be read with interest Speaking of a "Book for Women," by one Geoffrey de La Tour Landry, In the early period referred to, Prof. Wheeler says: Wifely obedience is pushed to extreme (In the book). Three merchants laid a wager that each had the most dutiful wife.- The test should be "loping" into a basin of water. Then they went to their homes, one after an other. The first wife refused to leap, and her husband ',up with his fust, and gave her two or three grat stroke" in the presence of the other merchants. The second wife also refused, and her lord beat her with a staff. The third lady misunderstood an order to bring salt for a command to leap upon the table where they were all feasting, and, be ing better bred than the other wives, obeyed the order as she understood It, leaped upon the table, and brought it down with a crash. The wager was declared won, without appeal to the basin experiment "And so ought every good woman do the commandment of herhusband.be it evil or well; for yef be bidde her thing that she ought not to do it is his shame." Good doctrine for those times; but how are the mighty (husbands) fallen. A Mother's Kiss. Post-Dispatch. There is first the Infant kiss. The tiny lips and little, passionless face is molded into smiles by a kiss-the first lesson in the lan guage of life-and as it rests in the arms that are made of tenderness, and pillowed on a mother's bosom, who shall fathom tie deep, earnest love and proud hope of a mother's kissf And when, too pure for earth, the lit tle spirit wings its way to the somewhere un known land, does it not seem asifherrery life would go out with the last sad kiss to ths pulseless clay! Should the infant be spared to be her stay in the decline of life, "mother's last kiss" will be a spell to keep the school-lfcy in the right path when other home influences are forgotten or fled. And in later years "mother's last kiss" may prore the salvation of many a man whose lips have long been' sullied and defiled by impurity. vThoughits influence may slumber, it can never be ef faced, and through good or ill the memory of that kiss will continue until he sleep, to wake no more. The "Sweetest" Xew Hat. Paris Notes. The newest and "sweetest" thing In hate is decidedly the Marie Antoinette, copied from a picture in theLourreof that unfortu nate queen. The full soft crown and broad slightly curving brim are in rifle-green vel vet Around the crown is a torsade of palest pink .ilk crepe, on the left side a large pacache of pale pink and coral feathers, with high aigrette. Given a pretty face beneath this elegant hat, and broken heart will bs numberless!