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Go nnrmiTTi A'JL JLiUJ SEMI-WEEKLY. SEISSSiJi.. I Consolidated Feb., 1899. COEVAIiLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JUNE 16, 1903. VOIi. IV. NO. 8.. MRS. CHAPTER VI. Most of the guests had left Hazell Court; and only Lord Harold Erskine and Mr. Le Marchant remained. It was the fourth day after the ball, and Mr. Hast-J ings was alone that evening. At seven o'clock he strolled toward the woods. Ho told himself he hoped he should not meet Miss Eyre; it would be so awkward, so nnpleasant; and yet he went in the direc tion that she always took on her return from the cottage, and at the very hour he knew she .should pass. When Errol saw Winifred coming along slowly and sadly through the woods he could no longer conceal from himself the delight he expe rienced at seeing her again. Winifred appeared unconscious of him until she came close to the gate, and then she looked up with an air of cool indif ference that might have befitted the best bred woman in Europe. Errol did not open the gate, but put his hand across to her. She affected not to see it. "Miss Eyre," he said, "will you not even take my hand?" "No, I thank you," answered Winifred, coldly; "I do not choose to be known one day and unnoticed the next." "What do you mean, Miss Eyre? I do not understand you." "I mean this, Mr. Hastings; we have met several times, and I was foolish enough to imagine that it was on equal terms until you reminded me by passing me unnoticed with your high-born friends, that you were the lord of the manor, ana I only a farmer's daughter." "Miss Eyre," he said, quickly, "it is im possible you should attribute motives so false and mean to me." "Why impossible?" Winifred asked. "I know nothing of you, Mr. Hastings." Her self-command in this speech was wonderful, for her heart was fluttering tumultuously, as a woman's heart always does when she is saying a bitter thing to the man she loves. There was silence for a moment, and then she said quietly: "Will you let me pass, Mr. Hastings?" "No," he cried suddenly and passionate ly. "ym shall not pass until you have recalled those words." "Then I must retrace my steps," Wini fred said, looking at his defiantly. He seized her hand. "Yon shall not go until you tell me why you are so bitter and angry with me to-day." - "I am not angry or bitter," she quickly replied, forcing back the rebellious tears. "Only; " "Only what?" "Do not torture me Mr. Hastings" ex claimed Winifred. "It is cruel, unmanly of you. Let me go! I will no tell you." "But you shall tell me!" he said, still keeping hold of her hand, and there was a dangerous light in his eyes that made her half afraid of him. "I do not wish to tell you you force me to it!" she cried. I will not stir from here excepfyou tell me." Winifred's voice was half choked with excitement as she answered: "Then hear it. I hate you! You have been cruel, in considerate, unjust to me." "I?" said Errol. "Yes, you. You tried to make a simple, inexperienced, country girl care for you, with your refinement and fascinations; and when you succeeded you despised her for her folly, and turned away from her contemptible simplicity to the woman -who, from her birth and station, was worthy of your real love." - "Winifred! Miss Eyre!" exclaimed Errol, "how can you have mistaken me so? Do you imagine there is anyone in the world but yourself for whom I care?" "Yes, for your betrothed, Miss Cham pion, Mr. Hastings." "I am neither betrothed to Miss Cham pion nor yet to any other woman," he exclaimed, quickly. "Do not attempt to deceive me any fur ther," Winifred said, with a flush of an ger. "Your relations with Miss Cham pion can scarcely be doubtful, after your opening the ball with her before all your grand friends "Miss Eyre," he said, gravely, "will you accept my solemn assurance that I have not asked Miss Champion to be my wife, and that I have no intention of doing so? There is only one woman in the world that I love, and I love her with all the nassion of my soul. Because she is so dear to me, I am going to leave my coun try, and the home for which I have longed, and I am going to be a wanderer again on the face of the earth." "You are going away?" cried Winifred, in a tremulous voice. "Yes, I am going away from country, home and friends, because, being near her, I cannot control my passionate long ing for her; I cannot tear my thoughts from her, or bring myself to look with love or admiration on any other woman." The gate was open now, and Mr. Hast- ings had taken Winifred in his arms. "My darling," he whispered, "do you know who that woman is?" Winifred was confused, surprised, ashamed, and yet withal a tumultuous joy overshadowed her whole being. Then this fairy tale waa true, after alii and this splendid, gallant knight was at her feet in all truth and sincerity. "Winifred," he said, passionately, "look into my eyes, and tell me that you love me." She raised her beautiful, shy brown eyes to his, and he bent down and kissed her so fondly, so tenderly, that she could no longer doubt his truth. And then there was a silence, a long silence, for the spell of the day dream seemed too sweet to be broken by words. "Miss Eyre!" he said finally, "I cannot marry you. I dare not ask your forgiveness, but you must listen to me for one moment. The - first time I saw you I loved you, and every time that we have met since I have loved you more and more, until at last I almost felt as if existence without you was im possible. I resolved to leave England to go abroad, somewhere where I should NLY A FARMER'S DAUGHTER. By FORRESTER. be removed from the temptation of seeing or hearing of you. But to-day, when I saw "you coming toward me, all my strength failed me. Do you know that for centuries back my race have suffer ed for one rash vow? Time after time they have sacrificed their love, their hopes to it, and I dared not be the first to break it by marrying one who, though my equal, nay, my superior in all else. was beneath me in rank. I must go a wax I must forget you." "Beneath you?" cried Winifred, with flashing, indignant eyes "beneath you Mr. Hastings? You deemed Flora Cham pion a worthy bride, and am I not equally the granddaughter of Sir Howard?' "The granddaughter of Sir Howard Champion!" Mr. Hastings said, scarcely believing he heard aright. "My mother was his daughter!" and with a proud, passionate gesture, Wini- the gate. He felt as if brain, heart and limb were paralyzed by what he had just heard. Sir Howard's granddaughter! Then that accounted for the breeding which had so puzzled him, and there, was in truth no reason why he should not make her his wife. If he could only have known that before. And Flora Champion and Reginald? They knew it, and con cealed it from him all the while. Lady Grace Farquhar must have known it- all his servants, and everyone who lived in the neighborhood; and yet some straage fatality had conspired to keep him in ignorance of a fact it would have sealed his happiness to know. It was too late now. He knew her pride; he knew that if he had the crowns and the wealth of India to offer her, she would reject him in scorn now. And she had loved him' dearly, he knew that, or she would never have suffered his kisses on her lips, or looked lovingly into his face with those sweet brown eyes. He felt maddened by his thoughts, by the recollection of what was, and what might have been. And he turned his steps homeward, not liageringly, not hopefully, as he had come, but swiftly, half mad with crushing despair. CHAPTER VII. The next evening just as Errol Hast ings, and his friends had finished dinner a servant brought in a note to the mas ter. It was from Winifred Eyre, and read as follows "You will perhaps guess that only very urgent need induces me to hold commu nication with you after after what pass- ed last night. Your words "were over heard by Mr. Fenner, an intentional spy. whom a short time since I refused to mar ry. He came to "me this afternoon; and threatens that if I still persist in my re fusal to become his wife he will publish the story to the neighborhood. I ask of you to find some means of action that will insure the silence of this man, and protect j me from a marriage which I dread more than death.' " Mr. Fenner insists on my I answer being given in three days. If you have one impulse of generosity left, you will help me. As Errol read the note an imprecation burst from his lips that made both his friends look up suddatJy. "Why, Errol!" exclaimed Mr. Le Mar- chant, "what is the matter?"- Air. Hastings recovered nimseir am a moment. "I beg your pardon,". he said, smiling; "I was rather annoyed at the moment. A letter from a refractory "tenant." "Ah!" said Arthur Le. Marchant, with a smiling glance at the envelope which lay on the table; "lady tenants are al ways the most troublesome." . All the evening Mr. Hastings seemed absent and unusually silent, amd when the two other men went out for a stroll on the terrace he did not join them. "Excuse me for half an hour," he said. "I have "some business to transact, and will follow you." When they were gone he rang the bell. "Send Letsom to me at once," and a minute afterward the old servant came hurrying. "Letsome," said Mr. Hastings, "do you know anyone of the name of Fenner hereabouts?" "Yes, sir," answered Letsom. "There's a farmer of that name lives two miles from here, up at Chalk Farm." "What do you know about him?" "Well, sir, I can't say as I know much, but I have heard more lately being in conjunction with "Miss Eyre. It was Hawkins as told me; he was that angry one night because he heard as Fenner was a-courtin' Miss Eyre. 'I'll spoil his sport, if I hear any more,' says he; 'but I'm not afraid that a lady like Miss Eyre 'ud demean herself to such as him.' " "What did Hawkins mean, when he said he'd spoil Fenner's sport if he wanted to marry Miss Eyre?" "I don't know, I'm sure, sir; but he seemed quite mad about it, and talked like as if he knew something bad about Fenner. I thought perhaps it was only, talk, though, because he sets such a deal on Miss Eyre." "Send Hawkins to my room at ten o'clock to-morrow," said Mr. Hastings; "I want to ask him about the partridges;" and Mr. Hastings rose and went to join his friends on the terrace. The following morning there was a low tap at the door, and Hawkins, the game keeper, -entered Mr. Hastings' room. . A long conversation followed, as a result of which Mr. Hastings sent the follow ing note to Fenner: "Sir Be good enough to call upon me this afternoon, at three o'clock. I have to speak to you on important business. "ERROL HASTINGS. "Hazell Court." , At half-past three Mr. Fenner rang at the door of Hazell Court. It was opened immediately, and he was escorted through the grand hall, along a corridor, and up some steps .Into Mr. Hastings' private room. . Errol was sitting at his writing table -when Fenner entered. He merely looked up and continued his letter, Tom , Fenner felt very savage; he would hare liked to throw himself with a swagger Into one of the chairs, but he did' not dare. There was something in Errol's look, and something in his own servile fear of rank, that made him afraid to take a liberty. - Presently Mr. Hastings looked up and said: "I have sent for you to tell you that I object to the way in which you have annoyed Miss Eyre lately, and to request that you will discontinue ,it." Tom Fenner felt he was getting very savage. "And suppose," he remarked, insolent ly, "that I say I shan't, what then?" "Very well,"-said Mr. Hastings, quiet ly, "then I will order my horse, and go round to Mr. Lennox, and tell him you are the scoundrel who shot Tom White, the gamekeeper, three years ago in the Holton woods." Fenner started convulsively, he turned ashen white and trembled in every limb. "Oh, sir!" he cried, in agony of fear, as soon as he could speak, "don't do that!" And then all of a sudden he recovered himself, and looked at the man who had confronted him with an air of dogged de ' fiance. "I didn't know what you meant at the minute," he said, pale to the lips; "1 thought it was something else. I don't know anything about Tom White's affair that was the poachers' doing." Mr. Hastings did not answer for the moment; but his eyes were fixed on Fen ner's face. The miserable coward took courage from his opponent's silence, and tried to force a sneer. "I suppose you thought to trump up some lie against me," he continued; "but a fine gentleman's word isn't quite enough in these days to transport an honest man." - "No," acquiesced Errol, quietly; "it wants proof." "Yes," echoed Fenner, "it wants praof." "Shall I give it first to you or the mag istrates?" asked Mr. Hastings, coolly. "I know nothing about it:- it's a trumped-up lie. I defy you!" cried the farmer, savagely. Mr. Hastings' kept his temper admira bly; he did not even raise his voice. "Stop a moment," he said. "I have something to tell you; if any of my details are wrong, yon can correct me. The gamekeeper, White, had a very pretty sister called ophy, who was a seam stress, and worked for your mother." Fenner started uneasily. "You promised to marry her," proceed ed Etrol, coldly. "She appealed to you to keep your word, and you laughed in her face. She turned in her misery to her brother, and he met yon and thrashed you in the lanes. Is it not so?"" Fenner's teeth chattered, but he ddi not speak. "You told no one of your meeting," Errol went on, "but you remained in bed, and said you had an attack of rheuma tism. One day when you knew White would pass a lone - through the :. Holton woods, you hid yourself,, with your gun, and waited for him." The wretch was brought to bay at last, through the information which Hawkins had imparted to Errol. "Have mercy on me, sir!" he gasped, almost inarticulately. "I'll do anything you tell me." "Sit down on that chair, then," said Mr. Hastings, sternly, "and copy what is on that piece of paper." Fenner walked trembling to the table, and sat down. His hand shook so that he could scarcely" hold the pen that was thrust into it.' He leaned back for a mo ment,' wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and began: "I apologize to you. Miss Eyre, for the anxiety and annoyance I have caused you, and I solemnly swear never again from this time to -molest or injure yon in any way, either by word or deed. "THOMAS FENNER." "I have just one word of caution to give yon before you go," said Errol," in a quick, rasping tone of contempt. "The wisest thing you can do is to be off from these parts as soon as you can settle your affairs. I am not the only person who knows the cowardly assassin of poor White, and as long as any trace of you is left you are at his mercy and mine. And now, you spying,- murderous hound, begone, while I still have power to re strain myself from kicking you out of the house!" (To be continued.) Cormorants as Signals. An Incident of a peculiar nature oc curred recently at the Bell Rock Light house, says the Scotsman. At 11 one night the keeper on watch was startled by the sound of a steamer's whistle in close proximity to the rock. On going out on the balcony the steam tug Alexandria of Arbroath was observed in the clear moonlight within hailing distance. A strong westerly wind and the beat of the sea against the base of the tow er made conversation somewhat diffi cult, but it was understood, that the tug had been sent out from A'rbroati in response to signals which were re ported to have been shown from the rock that day. On being assured that all was well, and as no landing could be effected at the time, the tug return ed to Arbroath. The solution of the mystery is as fol lows: When signals are made from the rock, two-foot disks ' are run out on poles, which project horizontally from either side of the balcony. Daily ob servations are taken by the keeper on shore duty in Arbroath (a distance of twelve miles from the rock) by the aid of a powerful telescope, and what appeared to him to be two disks on the southwest pole, which mean "Send boat immediately," were in reality two cormorants, which, tired out at fishing, had made the signal pole a resting place. Near 1'tmnsrh. ,Teacher Now, Susie, you may con struct a sentence in which the word literary" occurs. Susie (after much thought) Little Willie's hands weie literary black with dirt. Philadelphia Press. The Greeks, after exercising, always annointed their bodies with perfumed oil, sometimes performing this anoint ing three or four times a day. MANY ATTRACTIONS FOR POLITICIANS IN POSITION OF UNITED STATES SENATOR. J J. INGALLS, of Kansas, once stated that the office of United States Senator was the most attractive post under the government the su preme prize of American politics the Presidency not excepted. Mr. Ingalls was not the only man who held that opinion. In the cloak room of. the Senate a few days ago the such a desirable position were subject of an animated discussion between a group of Senators. "One of the reasons that the office is so much sought after," said a Western Senator, "is that its comparative fixity of tenure gives service in the upper branch, of Congress a powerful charm for men of ambition. Its desirability may be inferred from the action of many of the. Legislatures. In the last few months which have had Senators to elect. Within the last few weeks Piatt, of New York; Fairbanks, of Indiana; Spooner, of Wisconsin; Teller, of Colorado; Piatt, of Connecticut, and Allison, of Iowa, were re elected for the term beginning this year. "The only instance known of a man resigning his seat In the Senate to enter the House was that furnished by Henry Clay. The relative attractive ness of the two branches of Congress has radically changed since that time, however, and there are several reasons why the post of a Senator is far more desirable than that of a Representative, although the salary is no greater. "The post of Senator carries with it a social prestige which is wanting In that of a Representative." The term Is much longer, the chamber Is smaller, and, therefore, each of its members is able to command a greater share of the country's attention than falls to the lot of the average Representative. In addition to this the "scope of the Senate's activity because of its power over treaties and Presidential nominations is broader than that of the house; it has been able to usurp, through its power of amendment, the pre rogative primarily belonging to the House of originating revenue bills, and the freedom of debate which it enjoys gives a chance for all of Its members to assert themselres. Perhaps "this is one of the reasons why lawyers of the first rank, like Senator Daniel, of Virginia, and Spooner, of Wisconsin, enjoying a lucrative practice in their respective States, have been willing to give up their large private income to accept a seat in the Senate, which pays but a small fraction of the money they could undoubtedly earn on the outside. 'it "It may also -account for the fact that men of the very highest talent and reputation have been anxious to accept Senatorial honors in cases where their private income is sufficient to place them above the ordinary struggles of life." Louisville Courier-Journal. A MINGLING OF DELICATE EFFECTS IN THE A mingling of delicate and austere over linen collars which are ornamented with embroidered or woven-in dots In white or color and a single or double -Other linen turnojir collars come inncompromlslng plainness. ' Some of the - models have a perpendicular buttonhole near the edge of eaeh flap in front. " Through these buttonholes a link clasp Is slipped. Low rolling Byron collars are popular for sporting costumes, as they permit perfect freedom for the throat and at the same time have a neat, trim appearance. A linen collar which has attained popularity in Paris is a stiff, clerical band, fastening with two studs at the back. The scarf is tied about the base of the collar. The tie which is, as a rule, worn w ith the silk crape or the new linen gauze. There are. indeed, comparatively few stiff mannish ties to wear with linen collars. Even ascots are softly crossed or the ends merely looped over each other. The Windsor tie, with its loose, NO RACE SUICIDE MR. AND MRS. OSCAR WEBER AND CHILDREN. Oscar Weber, of Atlantic City, proves his belief in the "Rooseveltan the ory" by striving to pound out a living as a cabinet maker for a family of thirteen children, ten of whom are boys. By strict attention to detail and indomitable ambition Weber has succeeded in giving all of them educational advantages and none of them has gone to bed hungry. The oldest child has reached the adanced age of 25, and the youngest is half past three. Weber was born in Saxony and his wife is a Bohemian, but neither of them is worrying on that account. In fact they are both well satisfied with the institutions of their adopted country. The accompanying picture of the family is a chip shy, as one child was away from home when the camera was trained on the group. 5 No Street Car Seats for Her. "Lots of funny things happen right along on these cars," said a conductor on the Fourteenth street line to a pas senger, one day last week., "See the large woman standing insida?" he con tinued, using his Index finger.- "Well, she boarded my car at the Treasury, and unless somebody leaves the car I'm of the opinion she'll be standing when we reach Mount Pleasant, and all for her treatment of a poor, timid little man who failed to resign his seat to her, a space that she could not have occupied to save her life, and she knew It: but some women, in oraer to mane men occupying seats feel uncomforta ble, will do anything from smother ing' them with their aggressive bundles down to standing on their feet, all of which this woman had tortured the lit tle man with, and she finally was the cause of sending the whole car into roars of laughter. With the woman, standing in front of him and swinging on to a strap, the little man tried to get up, and, as the large woman thought, to offer her his seat at last. Quite loud enough for every one to hear, she said, with complete satisfaction and in a tone calculated .to freeze anything: Oh, : I insist that you keep your seat, sir. I have stood for ten squares, and I guess 1 can stand the rest of the way, and he was fairly shoved back Into his seat. Very soon he tried to get up again. 'I reasons why the office of Senator was AND AUSTERE HIGH TURN-OVER COLLARS effects shows in the new high turn row of hemstitching about the edges. stiff linen collar is the long scarf of soft Long scrafs are the prevailing neckties. free bow or soft knot, is a favorite, IN THIS FAMILY. explained to you, sir, that I am per fectly able to stand, and would not have your seat.' " 'But,' cried the little man, 'I want to get off,' and everybody laughed bat the large woman." Washington Post. Stockings. How many readers are familiar with the history and origin of the most common articles they daily use? -We eat, drink, wear without thinking whence or wherefore. Stockings were known among the Romans more than 1,800 years ago, as is proved by paint ings found in the ruins of Pompeii. They were considered more ornamental than useful. In the colder climate of northern Europe they became a neces sity, and the manufacture of them be came a recognized employment in the twelfth century, when they were fash ioned chiefly of cloth. In the reign of Edward II. they assumed a resem blance of those now worn. At the courts of Spain and Italy they were fashioned of silk and were made enor mously large. Indiana Men Are Tallest. The men of Indiana are taller than those of any other . State or nation in the world. This is shown by army rec ords. . -.' Does a little appreciation spoil you? It spoils most people. Cleaning; Time. Gird yourselves with gingham aprons, O ye women of the land; Pin your skirts to clear your shoe tops, take the scrubbing brush in hand. Boil up alkaljne infusions, turn the whole house upside down, Slop the floors with soap and water, heedless of your husbands frown, Yank up carpets, rugs and matting, jerk the pictures from the walls, Have your pails of suds where we can stumble o'er them in the halls, Pile the stairs till they are worse than any Alpine steeps to climb, " Have the regular old picnic incident to cleaning time. Fill the bathtub with umbrellas, books and shoes and bric-a-brac, Heap upon the grand piano kitchen dishes in a stack. Set the dinner on the mantel, though there's little time to eat; See that every one who enters wipes with care his muddy feet; Keep the windows all wide open as you ply the mop and broom, Have a hot and steamy vapor permeat ing every room, Swab and scrub and splash and spatter in your fight with winter grime. Revel in the moist discomfort incident to cleaning time. Have the men with whitewash brushes spread the tinted calcimine, Ta'se all necessary bedding out and air it on the line, Have the furniture revarnished till the odor makes one faint, See that all the woodwork glistens with a ,coat of shining paint; Don't have anything to sit on, sleep on, eat on; also frown When you hear a meek suggestion as to "some hotel down town"; Let the masculine complainer know it's nothing short of crime Not to make one's life a burden In the glad spring cleaning time. Utica Globe. Woman with the 8 mile. Nothing Is more beautiful than a woman, and the most beautiful woman is the cheery, perpetually pleased woman who smiles constantly and who looks at you Inquiringly when she meets you on the street. There is, perhaps, nothing more ex quisitely painful and cordially humili ating to a man than to be told by a member of the fair sex: '"I bowed to you on the street , two or three. times lately and ' you " would - not', speak to me." Young men do not mind this much, and they are seldom chlded for such a churlish delinquency, but men who are a trifle grizzled and who rush to the barber shop frequently to be shaved not because the stubble is more irritating than formerly, but be cause it Is gray; and a gray stubble is a tattle-tale feel that their native gallantry has been impeached by the infirmities of advancing years. Not one in ten of these men can recognize a xwoman on the street, or could rec ognize bis own wife, did she of his heart and home change the manner of dressing her hair, wear a bit of un usual color or exploit a ribbon or a rose in some unwonted fashion. The result is that he is continually in mis ery, bowing and scraping to women whom he does not know and who do not know him, and ignoring the salu tatlons of women whom he knows and who are his friends. It would be a 'great blessing if the woman Who smiles would refrain from doing so at long range and adopt the old revolutionary method of reserving her fire until she "can see the white of the enemy's eyes." Men are not as highly sensitized and delicately ad justable as a Marconi instrument, and when a smile is sent scurrying through space every son of man reaches for it and tries to get a strangle or half- Nelson hold on it. Memphis Commer cial Appeal.- Befunea to Marry J. V. Tonne. Because he is the father of a mur derer. Miss Lillian Judge has broken her engagement with John W. Young, e 1 d e st. surviving son of Brigham Young, and re cently elected an elder in the Mor mon church. Miss Judge is a New York girl. She em- j braced the Mor mon faith, and all was well between her and the man she promised to marry until his KISS JUDGE. son "was convicted of murdering Mrs. Pullltzer. Then she called the engage ment off. What One Clever Woman la DointE.' There seems to be no limit in these modern days to what woman may do. In South Boston there Is a woman who owns and controls a chain of nine weekly papers, supplying smaller New England cities with leisure reading. Five years ago this woman had never seen the inside of a newspaper .office. At that time she invested in five pa pers at the- advice of a young man who had supreme confidence in him self as an all-round newspaper man and controller of a syndicate. The re sult not justifying his' confidence, col lapse seemed Imminent, when this re sourceful woman herself stepped to the fore. The peculiar feature of her management Is that Bhe employs only girls on these papers. Man never ap pears in connection with them, save as subscriber or advertiser. Her workers are often a young as 17, and she nev er engages anyone over 21, her Idea being to secure optimistic, fresh -and cheery views of life in her sheets an2 to avoid the work of women with "set ways" which might be difficult to "un learn. These "girl graduates," as most of them are, are sent forth in search of news, and rapidly learn to become newspaper women. The pro prietor herself writes and signs all editorials. Her papers are not dis tinctively papers for women that is, they do not confine themselves exclu sively to women's news but they have the Interests of women more particu larly in view. Health and Beauty Hints. If an Insect of any description gets into the ear, fill It with a teaspoonful of either warm water or sweet oil. This will have a tendency to float the foreign substance out of the ear. ' Camphor Is a most useful deodorizer for a sickroom. Place a lump of it in an old saucer, and when it is required apply to it a red-hot poker. The funie s that arise will give the room a pleasant freshness, 1 Vinegar, as is well known, prevents discoloration. Bathe a bruise with vinegar as Boon as the accident hap pens. If it can be kept in place lay a cloth soaked in vinegar over the In jury i moistening it as it dries, and there will be little if any discolora tion. When poaching eggs for a sick per son use milk instead rt water, as the milk gives them a more delicate flavor. If you beat an egg to a froth. with the addition of a little milk and . then scramble it In a very hot pan It will be very delicate and digestible. Scrambled eggs should never stand be fore being served, as they toughen and become Indigestible. To remove stain from the neck caused by wearing a black ribbon bathe the neck in water containing powdered borax about a tablespoonful to two quarts of water. Rinse with clear water and dry; then wipe the neck with a cloth dipped in a lotion made of one ounce of acetic acid, two ounces of glycerine and three ounces of rose water. If several applications do not help bathe the neck with three parts of lemon juice and one part water. - American Girl Honored. '.,'1 , , Miss Violet Langham, who is Just now the center' of a discussion which has arisen in diplomatic circles by rea- TTZTl son of her name having been pub lished by the State Department as a member of the German legation, Is a sister of the wife of Baron Speck von Stern burg, who suc ceeded Herr von Holleben as Ger- mis8 langham. man ambassador to Washington. Baroness von Stern burg and Miss Langham are both na tives of this country, though their father, Mr. Charles Langham, was an Englishman. Their mother was a Miss Duffield, daughter of Judge John Duf fleld, of Chicago, and both girls were born in California. - Humor in the Family. Good humor is rightly reckoned a most valuable aid to happy home life. An equally good and useful faculty Is a sense of humor or the capacity to have a little amusement along with the humdrum cares and work of life. We all know how it brigthens up things generally to have a lively, witty com panion who sees the ridiculous point of things, and who can turn an annoy ance into an occasion for laughter. It does a great deal better to laugh over some domestic mishaps than to cry or scold over them. It is well to turn off an impatient question sometimes, and to regard it from a humorous point of view, instead of becoming irritated about it. "Wife, what is the reason can never find a clean shirt?" ex claimed a good but rather impatient husband, after rummaging all through the wrong -drawer. His wife looked at him steadily for a moment, half inclined to be provoked; then, with a comical look, she said: "I never could guess conundrums; I give it up." Then he laughed, and they both laughed, and she went and got his shirt, and he felt ashamed of himself and kissed her, and then she felt happy; and so what might have been an occasion for unkind feelings and hard words be came just the contrary, all through the little vein of humor that cropped out to the surface. Laughter Is better than tears. Let us have a little more of it at home. To Create a Home. Six things are requisite to create a home. Integrity must be the architect, and tidiness the upholsterer. It must be warmed by love and lighted with cheerfulness, and an honest purpose must be the ventilation, renewing the atmosphere, and bringing in fresh sa lubrity day by day, while over all as a protecting glory, nothing will suffice except' the blessing of God. To Fave Your Stocking.. To save your stockings, sew a -piece of chamois leather on the inside of the heel of your shoe. This" will prevent It rubbing the stocking, and so delay the appearance of those dreaded holes. Mining enterprises and limited com panies are now taxed 2 per cent of their net profits in Bolivia. ( J