t Taniiarv i t1ii annrnvH rrmntli frr rempm., .
irrinjr.. thfi minnlv nf household linens, and :
r v o - rrv . -j,
wrv wntnari i naturnllv Vprv !nrrtre-r1 in ;
fcriowing the -correct manner of affixing her
; family initial. The alphabet given is the most
popular siyie ior laoiecioms, napKins, toweis,
'pillow cases, lingerie, etc., and will be of espe
cial help to anyone initialing Vset linens" for
spring weddings. 'To transfer letters onto the
article on which one wishes to embroider them,
place a piece of carbon paper, glazed surface
down, so that it is next to the article, pin firm
ly into position, th.en place the design on top
of the carbon and trace along the outer edge
of the letters.
MANHOOD IN EVERY MAN
WOMAN PLAYWRIGHT WHO
IS ATTRACTING ATTENTION
IN EUROPE BY HER GENIUS
J . .;... ,-u' .-. y-. -::...' I
concoaled .satisfaction when the wife
goes off, leaving- her free to work out
her" own life. In spite of her Ignor
ance and vulgarity one cannot help
feeling sure that aha will make lilm
and hi child far happier than the ele
gant wife. -
Zapolska does not stop at working
In dressmakers' shops. In a play called
us; jnani juam - ana wan tea to jay
treaa on the mlaerlea of fallen women.
She happened to be living In Warsaw
at the time and, dressing aa the poor
eat of unfortunates, walked the atreeta
for aeveral nights, listening to the con
versation of those aha wished to por
tray and talking with, the men who
poke to her. . ,
"I learned more of the aad and sor
did aide of human nature in those few
- terrible nights than ver before," aha
concluded, after giving; aa account of
her experiences.
Her last play, which la a sequel to
one of her most successful plays, "Mrs.
pulska's Morality," is called "Mrs. Dul
ska Before the Court." Mrs. Dulaka
Is a hypocritical woman who lets her
best flat to one Matilda Btrumpf, a per
son of bad conduct and reputation be
cause she offers mora rent and then
tells all her other tenants that the
newcomer is a most resectable person
living; on her private fortune. The vari
ous ways In which Matilda's real char
acter comer out would take too long to
relate. A strong; scene in the play Is
when Mrs. Daisies has sent her porter
. to ask the lady not to beat her old
servant The porter's surprise and that
of Mrs. Dulaka, wha is listening be
hind the door, is great when Matilda
rudely answers that she shall treat her
servant as she pleases, because he hap-
fiens to be her father. The neighbors
earn this and many other details,
which raln Mra. Dulska to such an ex
tent that she repents of her avarice .
and glvea Matilda notice to quit. Then
follows reproaches and Insults. Mrs.
Dulaka summons her for libel and loses
her case for want of witnesses.
All the incidents and characters are
described with tne lire and humor that
characterise Zapolaka's work. Borne
critics declare that she Is not at her
best in "Mrs. Dulaka Before the Court"
because there is a tendency to make
all that represents respectability and
solidity reprehensible and give the tri
umph to Matilda Strumpf and tha class
sha represents.
NEVER EXPECT GRATITUDE
G
tlon.
By Max Nordau.
RATITUDE on tha part of the
masses of nations or of tha hu
man heart Jlm not to be found
and cannot ba found, because It
has no anthropological founds-
Tha man of arenius. whose mental la
bor it Is that keeps tha species alive,
who accomplishes in himself the whole
progress of the species and who repre
sents tha beginning of all new devel
opment on the part of humanity, has
to dispense with all thanks.
Ha must find his sole reward In this
fact, that in thinking, doing- and creat
ing he lives up to his higher qualities
and brings his originality within bis
consciousness to tha accompaniment of
powerful feelings of pleasure.
Any other satisfaction than that of
the most intensive sensation posslbla
of his own ego exists no mora for
the most sublime man of genius than
for tha lowest form of Ufa that swims
in a nutritive fluid. v
The man of genius frequently flatters
himself with tha conception of Immor
tality. He is wrong. Immortality
which Klopstocfc calls "a fine thought
is something less than a fine thought;
It Is a sort of dissolving view of tha
phantasy, a shadow of one's own indi
viduality projected Into tha future
similar to that which a tree casts far
over tha level ground when the sun
is low down on the horlson. At the
moment that tha tree falls Its shadow
also disappears. . . '
The conception of tha perpetuation of
one's name, the effort to secure to one
self fame after death, issues from the
same sources from which the supersti
tion of the continuance of an individ
ual's existence after death has also
sprung.
It is Just another case of resistance
on the part of the living individual to
the cessation of his consciousness, one
form of the impotent struggle against
the universal law of f lnlteness of an In
dividual phenomenon, a proof of tha
Incapacity of the thinking ego, which
recognises its own existence, to con
ceive of Itself as not thinking and not
existing.
Tha man who creates great things
and has furthered the Interests of his
nation or of the human race in general,
can surely at all events reckon upon
this weakest and cheapest manifestation
of gratitude, which consists in tha per
petuation of bis memory.
Vain wish and vain effort! Tha
memory of the human race is reluc
tant to keep up the name or tha image
of individual persons, or prolong any
feeble reflection of their Individual ex
istence even in their recollection be
yond the natural limits of human life.
How long do even tha most famous
of names endure? As things are, man
kind lias not preserved any of the age
of 10,000 years, and what are 10,000
years in iha life of mankind, not to
mention the Ufa of our planet or of tha
solar sygtemT
It Is only when living persons derive
soma material advantage by not al
lowing the recollection of definite Indi
viduals to vanish that tha masses pre
serve a distinct remembrance of them.
So It is with respect to the founders of
religions, or tha anoestors of ruling
families, for in these cases priests and
monarch have an Interest in artifi
cially restraining tha masses from
obeying their deep rooted and in tha
end irresistible Instincts of ungrateful
forgetfulness. But where no such in
terests hold sway mankind makes
-haste to forget the dead, even though
they should have been Its greatest
benefactors.
The Maidens Prayer.
Most children are good listeners as
well as good observers, and, mora than
that, they are quick to use the knowl
edge acquired through keenness In these
directions. A case in point is that of
little Janet, who had evidently apent
part of her day in the kitchen and had
overheard remarks made by tha cook.
Like all good girls, little Janet said
her prayers regularly just before being
tucked in for the night. On this par
ticular night she said:
"Good bless me, bless father and
mother and everybody, make me a good
girl, keep ma pure pure as Loyal bak
ing powder. Amen'
'"In the wreck of noble lives
Something Immortal still survives."
Longfellow.
"I hold It truth with him who sings
To one true harp of silver tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Of tselr dead selves to higher things."
; : Tennyson.
By John A. Jayna.
ITS an easy thing to believe that in
those who have fallen from high
estate there is a possibility of refor
mation. It's an easy thing to be
lieve that in those who have been
well born, yet have made a shipwreck
af hope, that they may find themselves
and soma back to their higher privil
eges. .
But what about the man who has
been lowly born? The man who has
never known the impact of a higher, a
better life! The man whose father and
mother ware criminals of basest In
stinct and act! Tha man whose entire
life from childhood up to manhood has
never known anything save that the
hand of society was against him, and
that his band was against society! Tha
man who Is twentieth century Cain,
bearing tha mark of evil and wrong,
not alone in his forehead, but through
his entire body! The man cursed with
low instincts! "The low-browed, stunt
ed, haggard man!" "Tha girl whose
'fingers, wan and thin, push feebly from
her shame and sin."
What about these, the outcasts of so
ciety T Not those who hang into the
fringe of respeotabillty. Not those who
have the remembrance of a ones proud
ancestry coursing in their veins. But
the lowest of the low, lower even than
tha "submerged tenth." What about
themT Is there in them tha possibility
of manhood? - Can they "rise on step
ping stones of their dead selves - to
higher .things?" . '
According to one's viewpoint will the
must tha answer -be given?
There ara thosa who tell you' tha--It's
an absolute impossibility for such peo
ple to rise, that on their level they
must live, or sink continually toward
the "nadir," toward that which is even
lower and more bestial than themselves.
A careful study of the lives of those
who make this assertion, however, re
veals the fact that these have hardly
touched tha edge of the question at Is
sue. They have seen the problem from
afar. They have applied the teats and
the rules of the books. Thev have
never given the personal touch. They
may have given their money. They
may have established homes and ref
.nges. But themselves they have not
given In sacrificial service.
Turn from these to those who long
have considered tha problem. To those
who have lived among the poorest, the
most degraded and the outcasts. Those
who have given themselves. Talk with
Maude Balllngton Booth, with Dr.
Harris Cooley, relative to these unfor
tunates of life. Ask Miss Booth rela
tive to her "boys" who have come
from worse than African or South
American barbarism and slavery, if sha
has found possibilities of men rising
from lowest strata into honorable po
sitions of society. Talk to Dr. Barnado
relative to his 60,000 waifs of London.
Get him to telt you what he thinks of
the- problem. Sit down In friendly eon
vernation with Dr. Cooley of Cleve
land. Hear his recitation of the uplift
that has come to many through tha
wise and prudent extension of tha help
ing nana.
The fact of the matter is this: When
we ara willing to spend ourselves in
service of the unfortunates of life, we
shall find that In these unfortunates
there ara latent possibilities and pow
ers that amasa and astound us, even
as a miner In the mountains Is as
tounded at the discovery of pockets of
gold in undreamed-of and unaought-for
places.
Sometimes we talk of the scions of
wealth intrenching themselves In tha
seclusion of their own private grounds.
The isolation of poverty and. crime
equally affords seclusion for thosa
who seek it. If you would discover
that the rich have a heart, you must
search them out. In like manner. If
you would know the possibilities In tha
low and the lowest, you must search
them out. Kid glove methods will not
do. Clothing and provisions handed in
a basket by a coachman or a mere mes
senger will not do. Tracts and re
ligious literature distributed at your
behest by a religious worker will not
do. One must give himself if he would
find the manhood resident in the life of
every man.
And when he does give himself, ir
respective of his religious bent or the
ological tendency, ho finds that men
everywhere have : prompting toward
tha noble and tha true. When a man
fives himself to his weaker brother,
ha stronger, while paradoxical as It
may seem, the strength-in the strong
brother is made more strong by tha
weakness of the weak, and both ara
.benefited and batter qualified to serve
and to help. . ,. ..rU-,. .
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: I What She Wu Thfnklns; )f;
From JudsaT
The young poet had Just finished what
he considered to be a work of real in
spiration, and, rising from his table,
he hastened upstairs to where his llttla
wife, a bride of six weeks, was sitting
darning his socks.
"Listen, sweetheart," ba whispered. "I
have Just written this."
And he began to read. He put his
whole soul into the reading. His ges
tures were graceful: his intonation per
fect The whole spirit of his beautiful
poem breathed forth as he threaded
nlM WAV from tha bio-I n t I n o. in th. .nil
of his theme and when he had finished,
he looked at her, awaiting her verdict.
For a time she was silent.
"Well, dear heart," he said, "tell ma
what you are thinking."
"I was wondering, dearest"
"Whatr
"Whether the butcher was not awful
ly late with that Uyer," she replied.
Chicago Tongue.
From the Chicago News.
Harker "Great linguist, isn't he?"
t Barker "You bet! He can talk In
baae ball, college and auto."
MONUMENTS TO HUMBLE HEROES IN LONDON'S UNIQUE MEMORIAL PARK
.f
if ; ' By Kajetan Dunbar.
aj WARSAW. Dec 4. Although her
I A, name Is unknown In the
,11 United States, Gabrlelle Za-
" ' polsk, "tha Polish Pinero."
is just now attracting wide
attention in Russia, Austria and Ger
many because of her ability as a play
wright She has the happy faculty of
drawing with unerring pen the char
acters one is constantly meeting in
the streets one's friends and neigh
bors and chance acquaintances and al
most all the characters that people her
many plays ara familiar to us in real
life.
This remarkable woman Is 45, has
dark hair and eyea and a short nose,
the nostrils of which are too wide for
comeliness; a somewhat tired face and
a alight figure. In her playa she lays
bare the weakness and the strength of
human nature with wonderful truth and
detail. All her t's are crossed and all
her I'm dotted. She married young and
was divorced In a short time. After
that sha began to write.
"I never write about people I do not
know and never draw a scene that la
not, except for the dramatic element
brought out by the plot, quite common
place, nam saia in teinng me of her
methods. "I always choose a common
place, every day subject from middle
or lower middle class life, and strive
w m imaguiBuuii vuuBervieni to
reason, for it is In our ordinary life
that real tragedy and comedy. are to
be found."
Her men are neither the peerless
heroes of some - women's creation, nor
the unmitigated scoundrels of others.
Nor does she spare her own sex. Her
women exhibit vanity, hypocrisy and a
hundred petty actions with sometime
a really noble character, full of the
spirit or sell-sacrifice and womanli
ness. And she can draw many kinds
of men and women with unfailing
skill tha bourgeois, the maid-of-all-work,
tha washerwoman and the fine
i(tr; tha actor, the clerk, the housa
jiorter and the young man of pleasure.
In order to get to the soul of a poor
rami tress she went to a provincial
tow n and worked as a "hand". In a dress
inking cxlabllKhment for a few cents
iiay. She fell In with, their ways
and aoce.nt aud soon got to the heart
ft their lives, their temptations, am?
bitlons snd point of view. In her lasr
T ;v. cl!.-d "The Four of them: .
iisj-trtv of Stupid People." we have in
i, iutle 1rt-Mnaker uch a Jlfe lika
1 nrs.-w-r that It iwemi i though the
k u J.tist'.i had set down all the cou-
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GABRIELLE ZAPOLSKA.
tents of her soul, who longa above all,
that she might become "a lady" and
an honest woman. Nobody has a name
in the playbill. The characters who
give the piece its title are described
as "husband." "wife," "chlld,5 "wife's
lover." The dressmaker who wa learn
ia called "Wladka" from the dialogue la
the best drawn person in the piece. She
works by the day in the professor's
house. He attracts her by his gentle
seriousness. She sees he Is miserable
because his wife quarrels with his
family an neglects her household. The
wife also carries on a flirtation with a
man several years younger than herself
who. as a student betrayed and deserted
Wladka. .
Her husband discovers his wife's In
trigue and the latter ' dares not return
home that night The little dressmaker
comes next morning to work, finds
the professor has not been to bed all
night, the 12-year-old child cold, starved
and in tears and the whole house as
comfortless as a domestic catastrophe
could make It 8he makea breakfast,
has the rooms warmed and forces the
professor and child to take some food.
Then the wife comes in and the girl Is
driven from the house on to return
to it as soon as the wife goes away
with her lover, as the profeaaor re
fuses to take her back. Of course,
Wladka does all she can to make things
comfortable for the professor, who. too
bowed down with grief to notice it at
first, gradually gets used to the well
being and peace that now reign in his
household. One Is given to understand,
at the end of the play that tha pro
fessor, having divorced his wife, finds
the dressmaker indispensable to his
child and his home and marries her.
The other characters are all good
the silly wife. tha vain, idle boy. the
aerious professor, and the child, made
miserable by her mother's frivolities and
the father's reproaches. But the dress
maker Is a masterpiece. Her contempt
for the young man who led her astray
and deserted her when she was left
unprotected and penniless whilst little
mora than a child; her scornful wonder
that the wife , should betray such a
husband for something so worthless;
her own longing for some quiet, re
apectaole corner where she will be able
to develop her better self; her vulgarity,
her good humor and her good heart
would appeal to any audience. A few
words, dropped in a moment of tempta
tion, and calculated to arouse the hus
band's suspicions, ar followed by quick
remorse and her silence till fate has
taken the guilty secret from her hands
are as human as her Sympathy Jn the
professor's sufferings nd her scares
LONDON. Dec. 1. Next to the gen
eral postofflce In London is one
of tha most remarkable llttla
recreation grounds In tha me
tropolis. It Is called the "Post,
men's park." ' In. the center of the en
closure is a low roofed shed, or shelter
containing a number of memorial tab
lets which were put up by the famous
artist the lata G. F. Watta It Is safs
to say that there Is no collection of
similar tablets anywhere in tha world.
They perpetuate deeds of heroism ddhe,
so to speak, by the "man in the street."
The late G. F. Watts conceived the
idea some time before his death of
rescuing from oblivion the obscured
acts of self sacrifice of the humble. The
place he selected for this work was in
tha disused burial ground of "little old"
St. Botolph's church, one of London's
minor places of worship, whose an
tiquity goes back hundreds of years.
. The very neighborhood Is replete with
historical asociatlons, for it was in this
district Llttla Britain that the Smith
field martyrs met their fate. Close by
lived Daniel Defoe, author of "Robinson
Crusoe," and Benjamin Franklin lived In
the neighborhood when acting aa a
"printer's devIL" The former cemetery
of the church ha-long been turned into
a recreation ground for weary postmen
during their lunch hour. Here you will
often find them having a quiet smoke,
discussing departmental grievances or
reading the tablets which Mr. Watts has
placed In the shed in tha center of the
PaThere are In all, 24 of these marble
records, several of which have been
erected since the great painter's death
by his widow. Some of the atorlea cer
tainly reveal wonderful acta of self
sacrifice M!at few people Imagine ever
manifest themselves in the daily walks
of humble life. Tablet 3 tells tha tale
of the brave stewardess of tha steam
ship "Stella." It will ba remembered
that this boat went on the Casquet
rocks on March SO, 1899, during a dense
fog off the coast ' of Jersey. Mrs.
Rogers, the stewardeas, with tha great
eat presence of mind, collected all the
ladles from their cabins on one side of
the ship and after placing life belts on
as many aa were without them, assisted
thara Into the small boata Turning
around, she noticed a lady who was still
without a belt, whereupon she Insisted
upon placing herown belt on her and
led her to tha already overcrowded life
boat The sailors called out, "Jump in,
Mrs. Rogers," butishe answered. "No, if
I get In the boat will sink. : Goodbye,
goodbye," sue called out aa tha boat
shoved off. : Juat at that moment the
"Stella" sank beneath her feet. Lifting
her hands, Mrs. Rogers cried, -"Lord,
have me." and sank Into the waves.
Many heroic -acts of little children ara
also commemorated. Tablet 23 nar
rates the courageous fight against lire
of Henry Brlstowe, aged 8, who died on
January S, 1891, from injuries received
a few days previously in rescuing his
nine sisier, agea , irora Deing ourni
to death. The little child had climbed
on a chair to reach a small lamp over
tha mantelpiece and la doing so, upset
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"Postmea'g Park," , Made Famous by the Late Great Artist, Q.'r. Watta.
It Her clothes caught fire, snd her
brother, with great presence of mind,
tore them off and laid the child on tha
bed, smothering the flames In the bed
clothes. - When he had rescued his sis
ter, however, he found his own clothing
to be alight and he was so badly burned
that a few days after, he died. Tha
coroner praised tho little fellow as
being "quite a hero." , - .
Another very s remarkabla story of
heroism concerned Walter Peart, engine Though both men were terribly scalded,
driver, and Henry Dean, his fireman, their flrst thought was for their pas-
who had charge of the express train sengers, and they managed to stop tha
tKtP w.Indl'or t0 London on July 18. train. When Peart was being carried to
1898. The connecting rod on the great the hospital he asked, "Is my face cut
ui.viiiK. wiibu iihu uL-vunia tuugcneu, ana. mucu r ne was;- iota iliac It -was.
made to arouse national interest In tha
perpetuation of these humble rocordsT
but so far, the tablets have been laid
for wholly by the Watts family. "BeforS
Watts' death he caused a systematic
it broke when the train wa. VoinV il "Never n,l Arf hi" i X . . ZZZZL Zll X . ""i "a was of '
great speed smashing a hole jn the fire the train." Both men died tha next day; were selected types though h foifnJ
box and boiler, through which issued a. And go the wonderful record of tha ample material for a far more extendi
torrent of scalding steam. Which was tablets runs on telling details of splen- record, which may yet be taken un 2
driven back by the wind into the cab. did deaths. Some attempt has been carried on by the T government T -f
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