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 1 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- -