EUGENE CITT GUARD.
JU U CAHPHKLU rreprleMir.
EUGENE CITY. OREGON.
A LITTLE GIRL INFLUENCED A KINO,
Th Bojal Bular of Ilet.lum GrauU
rhlladelpbla Child's Appeal.
In August, 1883. Frank 8. Moore, of
Philadelphia, ft tailor on the .teamer
IUiIneland. of the lied Star line, deserted
hit ship, after the capUtin had refused
bim leave of absence, for the purpose of
hastening to the bedside of a dying Bis
ter. After the death of hU relative he
shipped on the Waetilund, of the same
line, under an assumed name. Sis years
after hi Identity was disclosed by ft fel
low seaman while the vessel was in Ant
' werp, and he waa Bci-ed by the Belgian
authorities and thrown into a dungeon.
Since that timo all the resources of di
plomacy have been exhausted in an effort
to secure the man's release, but nothing
availed until the latter part of June hurt,
when BeaBie Keim, a little nioceof Moore,
wrote this letter to the king:
"To Leopold III, King of Belgium, Ant
werp:
"Your Majesty I am only little
girl 13 yean old, und I Iiojkj you will
pardon me for writing to you when you
hearalL
"My uncle, Frank S. Moore, Is how in
the Behrluin prlhoii for desertion from
the Iihineland. over nix year ngo. lie
waa Bailing on the Ithineuind, and my
aunt was very sick. Her only prayer
was to Bee Uncle Frank before she died,
We sent word to him that she waa dy
Ing. lie showed the letter to the cuptuin
of the Iihineland, but he refused to let
him leave the steamer. The Bailor ad
vised Uncle Frank to run away, and he
did.
"Aunt Debbie lived about a week after
ward. After she died Uncle Frank
found that his vessel had sailed, so he
Bailed on the Waesland under the name
of Frank 8. Walker. That has been over
sii years ago, and he was just arrested
In Antwerp, as you can see by the nows-
paper slip that I send In my letter.
Your majesty, if you had beenjn his
place would you not have done the samel
Hoping you will pardon Uncle Frank
for deserting and me lor writing to you,
I am, very respectfully, Bebsib Keim.'
Moore was released subsequent to the
date of Bessie's letter to the surprise of
all his friends, but the matter waa ex
plained when the thoughtful girl re
ceived at her home a big envelope
stamped with the royal arms of Belgium.
The letter was written in French, and,
when translated, read as follows:
"At Thb P alack, Biiubsbls. Cabinet
of the King; I have the honor of inform'
ing you that the king has read your let
ter and taken action upon your request
therein contained, by which you solicit
that he remit youruntio'simprisonment
"By his majesty's command an order
to that effect has been transmitted to the
minister of justice, out of compliment to
ais majesty's little friend. For the king.
"BOMMKRIlKIM, Secretary."
"To Mme. Bessie Keim, at Philadel
phia." Exchange.
A rreient Thnt Wami't Made,
In a certain family, as tho Christmas
season came around, it was resolved to
try an experiment. Every meniler of
the family wrote out a list of tho Christ
mas pruaonfs that ho or she would like to
got, and hung It on the chimney piece
for the guidance of those who were going
to make gift"- It was rather convenient
and nice all around. But a young man
of the family conceived the idea of
throwing a little humor into the list of
things ho wanted, and among the other
articles he put down as desirable Christ
mas presents for himself he included
"The Tail of Roberto." Now Roberto
was the name of a rat that lived In the
house; and the young man could not pos
sibly have his cat's tail for a present, bo
cuuso it was bobtailud. It was ft fairly
good joke; but It happened that ft mem
ber of the family, who wasn't very good
at orthography, took this eutry for the
name of ft book, and, having a partiality
for the young man, started off on a tour
through the book stores in search of it,
"Have you The Tail of Roberto? " she
asked, at very largo and entirely first
class store. The bookseller scratched his
head for a moment, and made answer;
"No; we haven't it in stock just now, but
we can send and get it for you." Bos
ton Transcript
Freaks.
Tunxsutawuey has a boy who, when
ho roads, turns everything upside down,
Newsapers are his hobby, and ho reads
them when iuvertod best. This peculiar
faculty was not inborn, but acquired.
The child did not go to school, but passed
the time away in a room, the walls of
which were covered with newspapers.
Tim latter were generally upside down,
and by reading from the bottom upward
he became familiar with inverted print.
George Broombaugh, a 0-year-old pu
pil of Mupleton, is an ambidexter of a
peculiar nature, lie writes equally as
well with either hand. However, when
he write with his left hand the copy
book is reversed topside down and the
letters are formed in an inverted posi
tion. When writing with the right hand
the copybook is in the usual position.
All efforts at correction have proved
futile. Uarribburg (Pa.) Telegram.
Hiintlnf la Maine.
Even the women and children are
participating in tho present good hunt
ing up lu western Maine. The other
duy, Mrs. George Brown, of Guilford.
in Piscataquis county, while looking out
of her kitchen window, saw -a large and
handsome fox come out in the field near
by. Her husband being away, she took
down lus nils and pointed it out of the
indow at the fox. The window being
low, she round site could not rest the
gun on the sill and take good aim, so she
raised it and helJ it at arms length,
fired and killed the fox instantly. She
then went out and brought her trophy
into the bouse. The Portland Press,
from which this paragraph is taken,
suys that the distance, being measured,
proved to be thirty rods.
OLD
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II GILBERT
lj ELIZABETH . BELLAMY,
("IAMIA THORPI,")
Author of "Four Oak," "LUtU Joan
na," Eta.
Ooprrlchtot. All rights wmii FobM-aes T
pwkl armfimrat wltb Ui Ball ortf Oeaipaar,
Mew York..
"Why should I trouble myself about
his name?" said Lottie, impatiently
"Is there any way for me to see blmf
persisted Winifred, desperately,
"Winifred Thornel" cried her cousins
in chorus. "The enemy of your coun
try? Surely you would not speak to
him?"
"If he can tell me anything of my
brother I would go down on my knees
to him!" Winifred declared, with
tremulous fervor. "Oh, Lottiel Oh
Bess I You do not understand. Brer
Nicholas was all I had to love,
"You had your father, and you have
bim still," said Lottie, with virtuous re
proof; though she did not think that she
herself would have liked the colonel for
a father,
"And your Aunt Elvira," said Bess,
reproachfully; and yet Bess waanotpasS'
ing fond of .Miss rJvira.
Winifred smiled sadly. "Yes," she
said, "I suppose they both loved me as a
child, but they kept ine at a distance,
while Brer Nicholas I lived close to his
heart. I have missed him always;
shall never rest until I hVid him."
"Your father will never forgive you il
vou make overtures w mis vaiiu
Fletcher," said Lottie, witn conviction.
"Fletcher!" cried Winifred. "Thought
you did not know his namer
"Well if you must nave tne trutn
Winifred, we know his name, not be
cause we care about it, but because we
cannot help knowing it. John Lorimor
Fletcher there's enough of it, goodness
knows."
"My Aunt Winifred's friend!" Wini
fred exclaimed in extreme surprise. "I
know now why you and Bees looked at
each other so
"If vou were so unfortunate aa to
meet him at your aunt's," said Lottie,
with Judicial air, "why you know,
Missy, that was something you could
not helD. and you are not bound to
know him now, of course."
"I did not know lilni! I would not
know him!" cried Winifred, in strong
excitement. "He was at aunts once,
for a few days, and I begged her not to
let him meet me. When ho came unex
pectedly into the room wher I was, the
only time I ever saw him, I turned my
back upon him and left him. The sight
of him made my whole heart burn. I
could not think of him except as an
enemy arrayed against my dear, dear
brother, who I knew must be in the um
federate army. I never dreamed of the
possibility of a meeting between hlui and
Brer Nicholas, except in mortal combat,
and the sight of him was dreadful; it was
intolerable to be lu the same house with
him." She threw herself back in her
chair, and covered her face with her
hands, trembling. "Oh, if I could have
knownl If I could but have known!"
she moaned.
"Well, we don't know that he did any
thing much for Cousin Nicholas," said
Bess, with intent to be consoling. "And
one doesn't care to be under obligations
to Yankee officer.
If he did but see Brer Nicholas, that
is much. Oh, Bess, think how long it
has been since I have seen my brother!
And this man is my Aunt Winifred's
friend my good old aunt, who was al
ways so patient with me."
"It makes no difference, said Lottie.
"lie brought ft letter from your aunt;
Cousin Jasper told grandmother all about
it. He said that Mrs. Lorrimer expected
too much when she asked him to invito
Yankee officer to his house. He was
very angry; and that was why he wrote
for you to come home so suddenly; and
as a dutiful daughter I don't see how
you can take any notice of this man,"
Lottie concluded, with some emphasis.
She rather distrusted her cousiu's five
years' residence at the north.
'Nobody notices him," said Bess, re-
enforcing her sister's argument, "except
Mrs. Theodore Scott she was Miss La
taste, don't you know, who used to give
you musio lessons. He was ill at the
hotel, and Bhe took him away, and in
sisted upon his slaying at her house.
She says it is her duty to take care of
him, because his family had shown her
some kindness or oflier, years ago; but
people dou t go to that Mrs. Scott now,
uot il they rail help it."
In spite ot this statement Winifred
Thome's heart was on tire to go to "that
Mrs. Scott s." She was sitting, the next
day, absorbed in this desire, when, hap
pening to glance up in the restlessness of
her impatience, she found her father's
gaze bent upon her. She had thought
herself alone, and started slightly, red
dening with a sense of guilt she had not
felt before.
"What is the matter with me?" she
asked, and smiled faintly.
"Nothing; I see no fault in you, Wini
fred," the colonel replied, with an an
swering smile, followed by ft sigh.
The tears rushed to Winifred's eyes.
All at once she comprehended that it
must be her duty to confide in her father;
and with that impulsiveness which hail
characterised her decisions of old, she
asked:
"Father, aren't you going to see tills
Capt Fletcher, some time? He is Aunt
Winifred's friend, you know."
"What do you know about him?" the
colonel asked, with searching glance.
"Did Mrs. Lorrimer tell you of his pres
ence here.
"No, no; she told me nothing. I did
not know of his being here until yester
day. But I wish you would go to see
mm.
"Do not ask that of me, Winifred,"
said the colonel, frowning. "The bitter
nets of defeat is not yet over. My aunt
expect too much.
"It is not for Aunt Winifred's aake,"
little. Oh. Jo to him: he la dear Aunt
Winifred's friend, you know. Just once!
iust once!"
"Winifred, what doe this mean? Do
you know this Capt. Fletcher?" the col
nnel asked, suspiciously,
"No. no; but I should be so thankful
to see some one who has seen my broth
er." Hur voice died away, choked with
tears.
The colonel went to the other end of
tho room, and stood there, looking at
his dauber across the Intervening space
In doom silence. "It is of Nicholas
she thinks always," he said to himself,
bitterly; "not of my wrongs."
"Winifred, why cannot you let by
gone lie by-gones?" he exclaimed, at
last. "I have eiven Nicholas up!"
"Oh. no! no!" Winifred entreated,
shrinking as from a blow.
"You should kuow," the colonel con
tinued, In a hard and bitter tone, "that
because you wished it, I stooped to make
overtures to my graceless son thnt I
wrote again and again; but he refused
to respond, and no w"
His voice shook, and he ceased ab
ruptly. Winifred went to him and put her
hand on his arm. "You know where he
Is, then?" she whispered, her face trans
figured with joy ineffable.
Her father looked at her with burning
... ...( x-:..i...l
eyes. 1 Know notning oi imciioius
Thome," he said, coldly. "For your
sake I would have forgiven him. I have
tried ro find him, but he would not be
found and now my sole desire is to
forget."
There was that in his race ana m
voice that touched Missy keenly. "Oh,
no, no, my father," she faltered piteously.
To forget is death; and you love him
itill!"
But on the instant the colonel was
himself again, His fatal shyness made
him shrink from the very sympathy he
craved.
Yet would not Winifred be discour
aged. "Try this once more," she en
treated. "Hear what Aunt W inured
friend has to tell."
The colonel frowned and shook his
head. "I do not attach the slightest sig
nificance to any chance meeting he may
have had witli Nicholas. Pray let me
hear no more of this." he said, coldly. It
enraged him to find his pretty daughter
taking the part of this northern stranger.
"I will be the judge in this matter," be
declared.
"If I should chance to meet him," said
Winifred, slowly, and with beseeching
eyes, "I may speak to him for Aunt
Winifred s sake? She was bo faithful to
"
"There is no probability of your meet
ing him," her father replied, with cold
evasion.
silence; and SfikyK hadTumeJaway,
was none the wiser. m.r
Late that afternoon, when 1 vi'ft
and Missy had departed, the diploma
Mom Bee sought ft private audience of
HiiS?3ii Missy, Mis. Myrtny.h.
.aid, .nxlou-.y. ;: ;caus,dat chile .in
, CHAPTER XXIV.
OLOKY-A.HM INTERFERE
lift
There has been an extraordinary and
alarming Increase in the number of sui
cides among officers in the German
army. In one mouth tweuty-vigut offi
cer shot themselves.
The President of the Seattle School
Board recommended at the last meeting
of that body that shade and ornamental
trees be placed around all the school
buildings in that city, and, although
action was deferred on the proposition,
it is quite probable that such a step will
be taken at an early day.
Wjl," he said, with a tigh of impatinc.
Winifred Tliorne was now determined,
In spite of her father's opposition, to see
Capt. Fletcher. The first time, there
fore, that she went to town to spend the
day with her cousins she begged to have
the carriage wait when she and Miss El
vira alighted at Mrs. Herry's door.
'I should think you had had riding
enough after nine miles," said Miss El
vira; "but you young people are never
tired."
Winifred did not explain, but as soon
as she had seen her aunt comfortably
settled in Cousin Myrtilla's room she
bravely unnounced to Lottie and Bess
that she was going to drive to Mrs. Theo
dore bcolt s.
To meet that Yankee officer!" cried
Lottie and Bess, indignantly.
"Yes," said Miss Winifred.
"Oil, Miasy! Missy!" lamented Lottie.
"We shouldn't have thought it of you
ft Southern born!"
"For my part," cried Bess, "I would
rather never hear of my brother.1'
"I haven't asked you to go with me,"
Winifred retorted, in an angry tone, but
checked herself, and added, with a sigh,
" We'd better not discuss this question,
Bess."
"Did your father give you leave?" ask
ed Lottie, excitedly. "For if he did"
"I haven't asked him. Don't say any
more; I can't help it; I don't want to
think whether I am right or wrong. Let
me go!"
She broke away and hastened out At
the gate she met Mora Bee.
"Whicherway you gwan, honey?"
asked the old nurse, suspiciously. "De
sontuio word you wui ter be ependin'
de day, en I come stretways ter git a
glimpse at you. I 'lows ter spen' de
day, myse'f, ef Miss Myrtilla ain't ob-
jectin', en' I know she ain't. Lemnie
tell you, chile; I ain't got speech o' dat
Fed'ral genituan y it"
"Never mind," Missy interrupted, im
patiently. "Let me go!"
"You aln' gwan atter him, Missy, now
eho'ly you ain't?"
"I surely anil" Missy declared.
"Den I kin oll you hit ain't no use,"
said Glory-Ann, planting herself solidly
in the way. "Mis Tlieodo' Scott is done
got him inter a two-hawse buggy, en'
tuk him down Ur St. Mark a. Fao'."
"How do you know?" cried Missy, im
patiently. "How do I know? Aln' de bespoke de
buggy long o' Tom Quash, who Is quit
de hotel eu' lined de livery stables?
said Winifred, In a voice that shook with Now honey, jeV you go back ter yo'
he has ' Cousins en bejoy yo'self, en' wait on suo-
her intensity of feeling; "it is that
seen Brer Nicholas."
The colonel had been striding up and
down the room, but he stopped short
when Winifred said this, and seemed to
ponder the statement
"It is quite possible that he may have
set your brother," he said at last; "but
what does that signify? I attach no im
portance to It"
"Oh, my father!"
The plaintive cry touched the colonel,
but II did not soften him. "now did vou
hearT be asked, gloomily.
I "Mom Bee told me; and yesterday I
asked Lottie and Ueas about It, but they
cumstance. Lcffuui ter yo' ole mammy.
i gwan manage.
Missy sighed and submitted. She sent
the carriage away and returned to the
parlor, where Lottie and Bess were still
holding an indignation meeting. Mora
Bee followed hard behind, but stopped
upon the threshold.
"Oh, luifred, we're so glad you've
change,! your mind!" cried Lottie, as
Winifred sat down, sighing.
1 ve not changed my mind," Winifred ' it matu-r?'
returned; "but Mom Bee aavs thev've!
gone to St, Mark's. Today of all davI"
At this Bess looked up inquiringly, but
..... ..mi Inn den ft baby,
runslndeThornefamblytcrbeheady,
en' Missy Is beady. Mw to-wrey. wJJ
her eyes sot on de prah book, she aln
never gwan onerstan' Missy; en maws
ter, he don't onerstan', nuther; leastwise.
Missy gotter be policized."
"What in the world is the mat
ter?" Mrs. Uerry asked, bewildered and
alarmed. .
"Miss Myrtilla, I i most 'shamed ter
tell you. Missy done begged ter run atter
dat Fed'ral gemrnan ter Miz Theodo
Scott, 'cawse (lis ole fool nigger had tor
go let on dat de wux a talk he had met
up wid Mawse Nick In de wall. Lawd!
Miss Myrtilla, I cotch dat chile on de
track of dat fed'ral gemrnan die blessed
mawnln'l He's a proper gemrnan, may
be; but mawster Bin' gwan know nothln'
bout him, 'en Missy got no business fol
lowiu'him up,jes' ter git ft word "bout
Mawse Nick."
"Certainly not," said Mrs. norry. "She
must not." ,
"I know better den tell her she lnusn ,
said the sagacious Glory-Ann. "I wua
'bleeged ter tell dat bumptious chile what
Mi Theodo' Scott en' dat fed'ral wu
euten town. But I can't keep on tellin
irh lies ter save her manners. She aln'
irwAn imllieve me bom bye. You en me
is gotter look atter Missy, Miss Myrtilla.
Now I'm gwan Bee dat fed'ral gemrnan,
come ter-morrer. Hit ain' no use ter ax
mawster ter put his wah feelins en' his
politics in his pocket; he ain gwan do
hit. Hit's me what gwan fin' out 'bout
Mawse Nick; en' den I'm gwan back ter
de plantation, ef I tote myse'f, ter tell
Missv. fur de peace o' her min'. De
ain' much use in freedom ex I kin see,
ef a ole nigger lak me aln' free ter use
her jedgment. En , er you please, miss
Mvrtilla. len' me yo' Bide saddle, en' I'll
mek out, some ways, ter git a muel."
The next morning Glory-Ann inter
viewed Capt. John Lorrimer Fletcher.
She was greatly disappointed to nna
this important personage in citizens
dress, but otherwise his appearance won
her approval; she decided in an instant
that be was "quality" and she did obeis
ance accordingly.
The captain was seated at table in
Mrs. Theodoro Scott's prim little parlor,
writing a letter, and he did not relish the
interruption; yet he was agreeably im
pressed by the stately manner of this old
negro woman in a blue homespun gown
and a towering yellow turban.
"Well," he said, with a sigh of Impa
tience, "what can I do for you, my good
mauma?"
A southerner would have addressed her
as "auntie."
Glory-Ann's eyes twinkled. "Talk lak
I nussed him," she commented to herself.
"I'se Glory-Ann, sub," she said, witha
second obeisance, "what nussed Mawse
Nick; Mawse Nick what you met up wid
in de wah," she explained anxiously, see
ing that he gave no sign of comprehension.
"Mawse Nicholas Tliorne, tubbe sho!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Capt. Fletcher, push
ing away his writing materials. "Who
sent you?"
"Dullaw, mawster, de ain' nobody sont
me; I come o' my own notion. I nussed
all do Tliorne chillen; en' Missy, she ain'
studyin' nothin' but Mawse Nick"
"Missy?" the captain repeated, inquir
ingly. It was a name he had never
heard.
''Dat's Miss Winifred Thome"
"Ah, yes; I understand," said John
Fletcher, biting his mustache to hide a
smile. Miss Winifred Thome waa the
young lady who had turned her back
upon him one day, in Mrs. Lorimer's
parlor, and marched out of the room.
Mrs. Lorrimer had told him her history
afterward; and ho hud promised to be-,
friend this defiant young lady's brother,
if ever the opportunity should offer.
And, strange 'to say, the opportunity i
did offer. Nicholas Tliorne was wound
ed and taken prisoner at Nashville; yet
Capt. Fletcher might never have heard
of him, except for an old negro, who,
following after, in mortal terror of shot
and shell, and by dint of sheer persist
ency of inquiry, hail found his young
master in the hospital, and had insisted
upon being held prisoner with him.
All this the captain told Glory-Ann.
"En' wux dat old nigger a roun' faced,
grinnin' ole nigger, wid big teeth, en' his
name was Gilbert, en' he walked hlppity
hop?" she asked, breathlessly.
"I believe Gilbert was bis name," the
captain admitted.
"Doamazin' powers! Ole man Gilbert,
tubbe sho! What gret pity ole man
Dublin is dead en' gawn, dat he can't
hear de news! Ain' Missy gwan be
s'prised!"
"Hardly," said Capt Fletcher, smiling.
"She told Mrs. Lorrimer that Bhe herself
sent him to her brother."
. Glory-Ann opened wide her eyes and
drew a long breath. This was the most
astounding news of all. "Dat Missy,"
she said, "is jes' ez heady ez de res' o' de
Thome. One o' dese days I do 'spect
tfie gwan tek a notion ter go beginst
mawster; en' den what? En' what 'bout
Mawse Nicholas, ef you please, sub?"
There was little more to tell. Through
Capt Fletcher's exertions Nicholas had
been promptly exchanged, and the cap
tain had never heard from bim since.
Unfortunately Capt Fletcher could not
recall the name of the littie place in Mis
sissippi where Nicholas' home then was,
aid where his wife and child were liv
ing; he had made no memorandum of it,
and the letter he wrote Mrs. Lorrimer at
the time had never reached her.
"I'm pow'ful 'bleeged ter you, maws
ter,' said Glory-Ann, with a 'profound
courtwy, "I dunno what my po' little
Missy is gwan do 'bout hit all, but I
know hit gwan give de chile some sort o'
comfort"
That evening John Fletcher said to his
friend, Mrs. Theodore Scott:
"Y'ou have betrayed me; I happened
to tell you of my having met Nicholas
Tliorne before I tnew that his father
would refuse to receive me, and now the
story has gone abroad."
"It was too good to keep," was all the
satisfaction Mrs. Scott gave him.
He smiled and shrugged his shoulders,
saying;
"That unbending old southerner will
imagine that I am trying to force bin rec
ognition." "You can decline in your turn," his
friend suggested.
"I shall never have the chance." John
Fletcher Mid; "but after all, what doea
WOMAN AND IlOlfli
THE WOMEN OF THE RHINE, WHO
WORK AND 8INQ AND MARRY.
Talu f Spawning-Dln.r mt Adv.r-,m.ut-Th.
Illy Woman-Make
Womanhood a Sp.lltjr-TI M'lr
Girl Hull Know Erythln.
It Is a land of corn and wine that borders
this turbid river, but lu fruit
salbered without It women. They want
Jot wives, theae Rhenish peasants say, who
sit In rocking chain. It U th. girl who
sine the loudest In the vintage who oon
Jrtgeta a husband. Twelve cent, a day is
tbe wage .he earn, beside the prospect of
TortToeut. I. a man', hire with two
onnru of the poorer wine. And when the
rustic lover ha. married hi. fl'ert
Zl yo will see ber climbing the b llsl.le.
In the morning to cut grau for their cow.
if you walk you will notice everywhere the
low stone post, set back a few feet from
every highway.
Betweeu these and th beaten track the
peasant women's .Ickles are always busy
for these little margin, are public property
and supply grass for the .ummcr and hay
against the wluter time. You will meet
ber, too, with an enormou. weight of wood
on her bead, a load that a man could not
carry, dead stick, picked up In the forest
Or you will pass her dlgglug In the little
patch of vines and potatoes that every
peasant owns and leaves his wife to plant
and hoe and harvest, while he hires out to
a vlneyarder. This ts her morning her
honsekeeping-and at I o'clock .he, too, is
ready for half a day', hiring to pull weeds
or train vines. And withal she bear, many
children and fluda life not les. pleasant
than women of other lands whose tasks
press not o hcavily.-Cor. New York Com
mercial Advortlser.
The Value of Rich Seasoning.
A potent aid In making eheap cookery
savory Is tbe judicious nse of seasoning.
In some homes knowledge of these seem,
to be confined to an acquaintance with
pepper, mustard, onion aud parsley. Lit
tle is known of the variety of even .lmple
herbs, like thyme, sweet marjoram and
summer savory, and .till les. of Worcester
shire, Harvey'., anchovy aud chill sauces,
of chutney, of curry powder, of tarragen
vinegar, of bay leaves, of maltre d'hotel
butter, of olives, of tomato and walmit
catsups, or of the careful employment of
spices in .mall quantities. The magical
innmtnTiinr. nn-niiirht bv the additioD of
a little lemon juice and a wlneglassful of
California .berry tat nuy cent, a quart
bottle) Is totally unknown.
Of course the first outlay for some of
these commodities may savor of extrava
gance. But many of tbe article, are very
cheap, and even the more costly one are
used In such small quantities that a sup
ply of any ono of them will last ft long
im Moreover. If a woman's aim is to
prepare dishes which her family will eat
and enjoy she will find that the purchase
of condiments pays, and tbe variety their
occasional nse gives will make a change
back to simple met more agreeaoie. airs.
Christine Terhune Herrick in Harper's
Bazar.
Designers of Advertisements.
Clever draughtswomen in various ec
tions of the country are dolnga brisk busi
ness getting up striking pVures that they
sell at high rates for advertising purposes.
If they succeed in hitting upon a novelty
adapted to some particular trade a quick
and handsome profit is the result A
couple of sisters who were left entirely de
pendent on their own exertions happened
upon a combination scheme. One of the
srirls possessed a knack for rhyming, while
tbe other was ready with her pencil. Hav
ing neit her money nor Influence, their con
dition seemed pretty serious, when as by
Inspiration the eldest sister sketched a
fleeing army of bugs pursued by a bottle
having the wings and bead of a seraphim
and carrying a Huming sword.
It was not much of a picture after all,
but a II rm bought it of her and asked to
see other designs. This first encourage
ment set her wits to work, and she soon
turned out a number of effective sketches.
They were nearly all accepted, and when
the younger girl supplemented the draw
ings with odd and catchy bits of verse
they were paid double for their work.
For two years these young women have
lived lu comparative ease on their jingles
and pictures, that bring In a tidy monthly
Income. Illustrated American.
The Happy Woman,
I know a woman whose lot In life Is one
of the pleasantest, and far above tbe aver
age. She has a loving husband command
lug a comfortable Income, one of the sweet
est babies in the world, aud a home that is
a perfect picture of artistic beauty anjl do
mestic comfort Yet she ts discontented
because just opposite to her home lives a
woman whose fortune borders close to a
million dollars, left her by her husband. She
has-her retluuo of servant, and gorgeous
livery, and everything in the world appar
ently to make her happy. Is she?
Listen to her own words, as told to a
member of my family: "I suppose the
world regards me as a happy woman; but
it does not know how 1 suffer! What is
my money to me when at the strike of the
midnight hour I awake, aa I often do, aud
stretch forth my hand in vacancy for the
form whtcb lies in the graveyard, or turn
to the crib in search of the little form that
lies with Mini I tell you, my dear, money
is a mockery when your heart longs for
companionship and for sympathy!" But
yet ber neighbor across the way, who at
night needs only to stretch forth her band
to touch the shoulder of her protector, and
hears the soft breathing of her Infant child,
envies this woman her happiness! Ladies'
Home Journal
aiuiialiiUuc while at school, aha may
'ia.unlr"?... kr .nrlior. that thor have
idopted tbe mistaken policy of educating
rir who w to leave school at 30 on the
. . nRilt.mitt at trknnl till
nlan requiring a lum....
It least S3. Tbouzn many have doubted
"b. possibility to provide tor thb ao-
tive and proper uciu"
.i i.i,.hia unfair to thoroughness.
nd which will not result In superficiality,
I am Justified In naviug buoo, .m i..r
many years defended such a plan by the
hlgheet authority among the educators of
modern time.-Mrs. Sylvanus Keed in
Berihuer's. '
Children. Right.
. i.ii.t hna miff sensibility scolding
either kills It or makes it vicious, thil
L urhlrh ouirht to be re-
uren on i . r , ,
snectcdasmuchaswiththeireldeni. They
1 11 nl.liir ami wliu.li
can reason us -
beads. They are ns quick to see an injus
tice, and know as well s any one else when
parents are making iooi m ""-"
The household of a noted dramatist la
New York is said to be a democracy. Tbe
voice of the youngest child In It is as po
tent a. that of a parent.
m. i-1. . iiiflileiit of the recognition
of children's rights, and while it might not
prove successful If generally appueu, ow
ing to pareutal incapacity, who can ay
that it i not a plan of wisdom, and one
that in many cases might work wonder of
domestio harmony? Wbilo oftentime
children have been ruined by indulgence
they have frequently been poiled wltb
"discipline." '
Children were never designed for nonen-tities-a
fact In proof of which the omni
present small boy stands out with monu
mental prouiineuce. While children can
be allowed to become a nuisance by the
laxity of parents they can, on the other
i i.. nnniwuii until thev become atro-
unuu,
phied in mind and heart and soul.-Al-
bany Journal.
Por Children's Spare Hours.
A pleasant pastime for children origi
nated In the active minds of some Kansas
youngsters, and was called "The Children's
Industrial Exposition." Invocation days
six little ones, between the ages of 7 and
12, worked busily wltb their bauds on all
sorts of industries with which they were
acquainted, and dolls' houses and furni
ture, clothing, egg shell vases, ladders,
pump., .mall herbarium, consisting of
mall collections of plants neatly labeled,
leave, of trees and specimens of forest
woods, chicken feather fans, small tables,
benches, boxes, boats and drays In wood
work, scroll saw baskets and frames and
wall paperfans were among the products
of their tolL
These were exhibited on neatly deco
o(u.i tnhluu l, "HiiMPindnt hall." The pro
ceeds of the small admission feea were ap
plied to premiums lor exnioiieu articles.
i'h dinU attached to the articles, as well
n b ,ka nnvtnru nupil fnr thu occasion, were
hektographed by the children, and the
affair proved a very nappy ami interesting
one for all concerned. Here is a hint for
vacation employment for children. Ne
York Ledger.
Be Careful of Tour Broom.
With a little care brooms can be kept
equal to new for a long time, as, with
everything else, they must be well treated
to do their best work. .
Always scald a new broom before It has
ever been used. Pour toiling water all
over the broom where it is attached to the
handle: then staud the broom up to dry,
with the end of the handle resting on the
floor and the straws uppermost 1 his treat
ment renders the broom soft and pliable,
making It wear better.
When a broom is not in use never stand
it with thestaws next tbe floor, for It tends
to make the broom one sided and spoils its
shape. Rather stand tho broom so it will
rest on the end of tbe handle, with th
straws lightly leaning against tbe wall; or
better still, pierce a hole through the top
of the broom handle with a red not null,
run a. string through it and tie in a loop to
hang the broom tip by.
Then see that the broom Is always hung
up clear of the floor when it is put away.
Youth's Companion.
Color During Mourning.
There is much to be said against the cus
tom of wearing mourning. When carried
to excess it is a reprehensible one, as it
casts a gloom over the family circle and is
an eternal reminder of the loss sustained,
It is of course Incompatible with one's
feelings to don a colored gown immediate
ly after the demise of a friend, although
the heart may throb as sadly beneath a
rose colored robe as it might under one of
as funereal a hue as that of Hamlet s inky
cloak.
It bas become quite common of late years
for dying people to ask their survivors not
to wear black, and these well intentioned
requests areofteu productive of embarrass
ment, as it Is difficult to explain this fact
to the world. A lady once told me that
one of tbe most trying ordeals she under
went during her whole life was the wear
ing of a blue bonnet to her father's funeral,
bis last wishes helugthatthe family should
attend in their ordinary attire. Jenness
Miller Magazine.
Ureal lis Proprieties and Abuse.,
Shun peculiarities of dress which attract
the vulgar.
Material, may be humble, but they may
always be tastefully mado and neatly kept
It is a shame for a woman to dress unat
tractively who has It in her power to dress
WelL
Dress in such a manner that your attire
will not occupy your thoughts after it is
upon you.
That mode of dressing the form and face
which best harmonizes with Its beauty
that which pleases God best.
A woman was made for something higher
than a convenient figure for displaying dry
goods and the possibilities of millinery and
mantua making. Good Housekeeping.
Rtinusi nsvtl
uw. it li nl.i. '
io moiiier the
mure necexu .
...1.1 n 'J
are
Hake Womanhood Tour Specialty.
Homomanla Is a straw, we are told, that
.hows the trend of feeling and ambition
among women of all grades. Having asked
for and obtained the inch of equality, we
will be content with nothing short of th
ell of acknowledged superiority. Satirist
point to such indices of popular sentiment
as Incident to the history of all emanci
pated serf a To the lover of womankind
these telltale floats bring pain and uneasi
ness. If woman would be truly great she
mast be great in a womanly way, and
within the pale of the sex she reverences
too fondly to risk confounding It with an
ether. The pathway to success in this age is
trodden most securely by the specialist
Let woman make a specialty of woman
hood, and the incommunicable obligations
and opportunities that belong to it Cos
tume is more than a badge. It is a symbol
and a pledge. All nations and cges have.
! accepted this a. troth. The least offensive
implication or tne nomomaniac s (ire, and
ways is that she is dissatisfied .with ber
gender, that she desires 'to look,' and act
and feel a. little as possible like, a woman
and as much as may be like her exemplar
and auperior man. Marion Uarland la
New York Herald. i
know nvOiing; ami Jlom Uu knows so Mom Bee's vi,irou pantom.ime imposed
to it i cojixmikD.I '
The Modem Girl Must Know Krerythlng.
The conditions of modern fife in this
great and growing country are such that
the average American girl of raore favored
cirenmstancra may step fron th school
room, generally before .he i Su year old,
into a station where tbe demand of domes
tic, social, charitable and practical affairs
leave her little time for further (systematic
stmly, and yet tax every resource of ber
tore of knowledge and acquirement If
then she U confronted with subjects of
which she is Ignorant but with which she
should have acquired at least a speaking
Th.
. -" tire i
Wd.nlk "Ik a.
In the breast ln b.(V,
cate stroking, aroCS-
"PpratthebMeo, J.
red, swollen .npJ;K
of cold water
doctor sent for. CS-
BUI IIHIT1 Mil mu.
ueeuuerelt. ItUwUi S! 1 ai,a'
.. - " puwioie, pr, ,,-.7 i n
'""ucai luttni,,
Aside from ,1. '.'"'"l?
torockftbaTHhauTK
that tho eternal :,"U0.,
Bousnanla's Pretty Queen.
Her majesty of Roumania, who under
the name of "Carmen Sylva" is well known
both as poetess and authoress, is, at the
age of forty-seven, still a beautiful wom
an. She is tall, with an extremely good
figure, and, but for the silvery lines which
have dimmed the bright ness of her golden
hair, still retains moet of tbe bean ties of
her youth. Her eyes are quite bewitching,
being Urge and blue, with a delicious
dreamy look. She has a really classical
mouth, exquisitely white, regular teeth,
finely out nose and small, well shaped
bands and feet She' was very quietly
dressed In a gray tweed walking gown.
When at home, 1 bear, her majesty
greatly affects tbe picturesque costume of
l tie Houmanian peasant bhe is quite au
Indefatigable worker, and rises every
morning before it is day. She is firm in
her refusal to allow her maid to attend
ber, but light, ber own lamp, and sit
down at ber table to spend an hour or two
over ber MSA It would take too long to
enumerate all her books, many of which
are well known, and she has also written
the libretti of several successful operas.
tor. Philadelphia Telegraph.
Pare Air for the Baby.
It is the opinion of a noted special 1st on
diseases of the ipse, throat and lungs that
one baby in every three has a growth in
the nose that obstructs nasal respiration.'
One evidence is wen in tbe baby hospital,
the great number of sleepers breathing
through the mouth entirely. The disease,
generally hereditary la facilitated by the
very bad air supplied the little one, who,
if put to sleep with a nurse or adult, gen
erally inhalra bodily exhalation, front na
der cover.
It will be well for the health of young
America when the old fogy idea of putting
babies to sleep with tbeir bead, covered is
eradicated. A Jmby to grow jfood, stout
1- Th.bllnCSi
th.l.ealth!&i!
V bo
il lax
Till
'je cit
t iuij
' i: the
.w the
,t a.l
niav uio eternal urn. .
ThelullahyUqZ
uicuij aweeier rndi it
"J """ oi new York uT T
little ones
a
r ej'
,!pII
s:iiln
,;.ii-r"
v tii
.! U
whii
- in I
, P:i
.'t.
I I
" "" r carefun,
reared, rocklno.i,. "'.
, ......B
are anoiisiied on tht LL if '
disorders. The 00atbrVu!.5 '
than among private it"
rill honltK J L..i.. WT1;i
siderahl,better.-Ne,Y"J,i,
t in :
, .. 11. 0 1
A "ovil Hi. L v
A Parisian l.,l. F
ducting a medical' RP .
thatlswithont.Mmiu,? 4 to
medicine or religion. Ttafr aP w 'iW ?
like bulldlnu li hn J 4: wiJ iu J'
number of eomninnUt. tT-T for
niw.uf peace ni the lt
ble In the pretty littU dJTlsd me'
waiting their turn to en-V Irticslii
dispensary listen to wee: s Chili
medidne are given by thu
andnofeelschargei-Prt:. ,
tter dr
Vnmn n . '
T1illtl,.nt..nn.-.., . b'irself
,'.v.MM,WiTI. .
inent English physician,'Sirr 1
speaks of medical wonmi TOUrs
ouKui always 10 Help tor. (' 11 " '
mnrllnlna In n. I.' I JmL.
uituiviun hi uci j puaBIOi ti J1 1 '
greatest respect for the Uc "Jty
tlclng in London, ind fed , ft and a
must fill far mowiatiifsftt 1 n whi.
average medical manaii1j. 1
always rather be attended t..r
upon by a woman thanbyiu-
tney get wonderfully moii t
'the doctor.' "-Exchanm fl 1 IU
y, but i
It la a mistake to feed chMn . " '0' 1
hashes. The food to l pi.ive me
be prepared for each meil,olsjJ'Th:it'!
and spoons require ungchnt that
ness as an sdult wouldmi imiel C
won practice of making n 4 to ge
a supply of food fortheiiiii!e U).
nicious, as thenars ekenisiajjjj,,,
ing on and accnmulatloniiffej. ..'
mu.1 life which renderltnnlth.? ,.
hislunj
At a day wedding, no Bia I ''e'
hrlda dresses, the rroom Irl)on
cloth coat and colored trouwr.'
ing wedding he wears i dm J
bride may wear traveling in )
at a dav wedding either at to 'A
church. The groom fnraiihai
tbe ushers. The bride andpei
way to the dining roomitH
congratulations.
M Wiella Bird Bishoo.tr I
as the indefatigable traveler, Ued a
Bird, has obtained from the Ktgh, a:
KRth mir the grant of I piw i to
which to erect a hospital ufiy, jea(
for women, Ihe first butldinfrf m
ever thought of In thedonuiii. (l
ness. f
' French toast la .Iwijji MThaul
for lunch or tea, and li rirj gin, a
and Is nice to uMnpili(d.6cort
Boat two eggs with nearlviiir. p )l;l8 ,
and dip the slices of bmi we
golden brown on a buttered J - j (
The Queen of Roumaiii,t'8 1)8
an author, was led to rW jV"
Shelley says poeU alfii
majesty's only child dicdalHHe is
and the queen became an sv erves
tract her mind from this itler;J do n
J girl.
A pretty way to armp fll ,
dows would be to have a Vtl,
top of each of the three pu t wu (
hang curtain, of thin mil, full
.olor.like pink, yellow
terra cotta, dull
Common hone radish pfhr
of sour milMben.tiDrtceat
excellent lotion for wmoraii. 1
'ounce of lemon Juice lnP' wed b
ter will also nw.V hin
Both are harmless and go
" t , i. . .to1 to a
Mrs. AgneaBepoldsU'
York. .. la,d-
When mattres.se.
wet into a paste with cold "
this on the tiD., fitpc,,bn
tress In the .un. In uul
thkofl,ftndlfnotJ naiu
you've lost nun " -r0u.
ntana4"'
customer went out ana sw- .
hind him.
Yes, but I forgot" wrfAor
"That', no excuse. H r hei
business you must go." f icar
"What is the troubler P krme,
of the boss. , .ALl anli
"He didnt brush the mr
"But his head wssaa W? .,
"Certainly, and thart 'V' win
brushed it Bald h ,;n(
tive, you must use the ?Lr
they had plenty of
an idoa that you dont tatt F
of their baldness." . PkB 1
"And won't that man .Mn
"Never. He'll try "Ked,
time, and will even L? V
away from herfc"-Detro
r.liu.'i" reec
Aaerbach, the , 0Jj j
agreatappreciaUooofWlea.
and work, and Wl"'
theobtrusirewaym''.y
hi. vnitv. a (if""" rr
him:
Every
seco
dt
lour lajsuiuiu"'"' M,r mo,
each of which tliefo"
. ., timet. .
the
ikvP: and
curs at least thirty wn ttn
indulges in small fjfe&s
children of thenab i. r t
ends the conversation !(.
thoawhohas been .
Berthold Auerbach! JoU
honieJ" i
wii' C7,U,
"Our young at'
Improving rapidly- j'
many couipumeuii-
nowadaya." V,
"Yea, Wizileha.,
cry, 'bow beautiful .
and won, every bDjj-.K
!u poems aloud-
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