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GAZETTE SEMI-WEEKUY, 2EtS& (Consolidated Feb., .1899. CORVALIilS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JUNE 30, 1903. VOL. IV. NO. 10. 11 NLY I I- L I- -1- rTTTTTT CHAPTER VIII. tContinued.) A sharp pang of annoyance shot across Flora Champion as she saw Lord Harold bending over her cousin. She had ex pected to find Winifred awkward and ill-dressed, and here she was, perfectly at her ease, and elegantly dressed. It . was in Miss Champions heart to treat her with slighting disdain, but Lady Grace was there, and she could not for get her good breeding to gratify her spleen. So she walked straight up to where her cousin was sitting and held '"' out' her hand, as though there had never been anything else but the most cousinly friendship between them. "How do you do? Did you liave a pleasant drive from Hurst?" "Delightful," said Winifred, recovering herself. "Mrs. Champion was kind enough to send me in her carriage, although she ,' was prevented coming herself. She sent a message, through me to you that Sir Howard was rather unwelL and she did not like to leave him, but she hopes to drive over early next week," "I trust there is nothing serious the matter with grandpapa," exclaimed Miss Champion, feigning interest. "Nothing more than: a severe cold." At this juncture in came pretty Miss Alton, and on Lady Grace introducing ' her to Miss Eyre, she sat down beside ber and spoke in such a pleasant, win . ning way that Winifred thought her the prettiest, sweetest little creature she had ever seen. And then the other guests ' came in, and were introducrd to her in - turn; and when dinner was announced, Sir Clayton gave her his arm and led her into the dining room. Miss Champion's lip was curled contemptuously, but Win ifred was deeply touched by the kind con sideration of her amiable hostess. She 1 was a little shy at first with Sir Clay ton, but he talked so pleasantly to her, and his manner was so reassuring that she soon felt at. her ease. - And then af t, i ter dinner Miss Alton came and sat be side her, and chatted to her of their af ternoon excursion, and the picnic that was arranged for the following day. When the gentlemen came in, Winifred , felt no longer shy; she was thoroughly J enjoying her first glimpse of the world. t Mr. Clayton came up and carried Miss ' Alton away, to the piano,, and Lord Har old went over-to Miss Champion, "Wini- - f red took the opportunity of ' looking' aroune at the different faces. ' : There was a handsome, melancholy looking man, who attracted her attention in particular. He had come in late, and was the' only person who had not been ' introduced to her. ' He was sitting alone . near the piano, watching Miss Alton, Winifred thought, with a tender, almost ead interest, as she sang her brilliant French chansonette. The little fairy had . thrown him her gloves and fan, in that careless,, peremptory way women often use to men who they know love them and he held them gently and reverently. Mr. Clayton frowned as he saw the ges ture, then he turned away to the piano and began arranging themusic. When Miss . Alton had finished her eong she moved back to her place beside ' Winifred on the sofa. Mr. Clayton walk ed up to Col. d'Aguilar. , ; "I must troubel you for Miss Alton's fan and gloves," he sajd, nonchalantly. "I will 'give them to her myself," Col. d'Aguilar said, coldly, rising. Mr. Clayton turned away with a scowl, that reminded Winifred painfully of Mr. Fenner. - "Miss Alton," said Col. d'Aguilar, 'have you forgotten that you intrusted f your property to my care?" '" "Oh! my fan' and gloves," she exclaim ed, "thank you, I did not remember them; the-fact' is, I was so anxious to return to my new acquaintance that I forgot yon. But I will make amends for my ,; neglect by sharing my pleasure, with you. . Miss Eyre Col. d'Aguilar.". And she made room for him on the sofa beside her, "greatly to Mr.' Clayton's annoyance, who . began to talk to Miss Eyre assiduously. , , Winifred did not dislike him so much when he was talking: his conversation was certainly amusing, and he told her a great deal about Parisian society that ' she found extremely entertaining. ' It was only now and then, when she remarked the malicious, ugly scowl that crossed ; his face when he glanced toward Miss Alton and Col. d'Aguilar, that she remem- bereoV her' 'instinctive repulsion for him. As the days passed Flora Champion became very noeasy,-and not. without rea son. sn aaa xearea it rrom tne nrst, and now there was no possibility of doubting that Lord Harold Erskine was transferring his allegiance from her to her cousin. She detested Winifred, as only a woman can hate a rival who sup plants her. A stinging innuendo, a point- . ed sarcasm, at times betrayed her feel ings, but as a rule she had too much tact to indulge her, angry malice. Now and - then came an opportunity she could not resist. One day at lunch, Lady . Grace was speaking of Mr. Hastings. "I regret so much," she said to Miss Vance "that we have lost such a charm . tag neighbor as Mr. Hastings promised - to be. His sudden departure is 'a com plete mystery to every one." "We quite thought he intended to live permanently at the Court," answered I Miss Vance. - "It appears he made the most complete arrangements for doing so. All his horses are still there, and I have not heard of the servants being dismiss ed. A friend of his is staying there now, playing host to a party of gentlemen. What reason did he assign for his sud- ' den departure?" , "In a note I received from him a few days before be left he said he could not as yet accustom himself to a quiet coun- i try life, and felt a longing for the excite ment of foreign travel. But I cannot bring myself to think that was anything more than an excuse, which he thought (simple enough to repel further question ing. I wish," Lady Grace continued, turn big to Winifred, "that you could have met the gentleman we are speaking of, you would Jiave. -liked him so much. He is '" Hot oaly siDgnlarly handsomeuhagja, 11.1.1a .lalaaaJAfcfciC A FARMER'S DAUGHTER. .fl?.S. FORRESTER. peculiar fascination of manner that ren ders him a general favorite. Perhaps some day he will return, and I shall have an opportunity of introducing him to you." Winifred bent down her head in silence. Miss Champion looked up, and a glance of malicious light shot from her cold, blue eyes. "An introduction between such inti mate friends would scarcely be neces sary," she remarked in her clear voice, that was heard from one end of the long table to the other. I should think Miss Eyre and Mr. Hastings would be greatly amused at such a fonmaiity, after their rambles in the Hazell woods." The crimson blood dyed Winifred's cheeks until tears of mortification stood in her eyes. Poor child! she was not yet sufficiently used to the way of the world, to parry such cruel shafts. But Lord Harold stood by her friend. "That was hardly fair of you, Miss Champion," he said, coolly, "to take the words out of your cousin's mouth. I wish Miss Eyre could hav heard the flattering speech Hastings made about her once, before a room full of young la dies; they were awfully jealous of it." One vivid glance of thanks shot from under Winifred's long lashes; Lord Har old, seeing it, was rewarded. Miss Cham pion noted it, too, and was bitterly an gered. But she smiled sweetly as she said: "Miss Eyre will scarcely thank you for your hasty championship. Your words almost seem to accuse ..me of betraying something she wished ' to conceal." And laughing still, she walked to the window, bitterly conscious that she had ruined her last chance with Lord Harold. That same evening Miss Alton dismiss ed her maid, and betook herself to brush her pretty hair in Winifred's room; for whom she had conceived a violent fancy. "I'm sure you're not tired!" she ex claimed, as she was admitted, in answer to her summons; "and I 'want to have a chat with you." "No, I am not tired, at all," Winifred answered; "and I think there's no time for talking like this, when one has a sort of a guilty feeling that one ought to be in bed." : !;Wellthen exclaimed- Fee, laughing! "let's be prepared to do without our beau ty sleep for once and begin. I am going to call you Winifred, and you must call me Fee no one ever thinks of saying Marion. - Not that I approve of people calling each other by their Christian names as a rule," rattled .on the little fairy, "because it leads to familiarity, and familiarity, we are wisely told, breeds contempt. It's the greatest mistake to be too intimate people are sure to quar rel; but I don't think we shall; so, if you do not mind, let it be Winifred and Fee." In which arrangement Miss .Eyre con curred heartily. "And now I want to confide in you," continued Fee, ".because I am the most miserable creature in the world, and 1 i want advice, and I know you are good ' and- sensible. Don't be offended," she ' went on in her quick, droll way; "I don't mean anything disparaging by saying you are sensible. I know it's generally con sidered an odious trait in young people to be sensible; but you couldn't be anything that wasn't nice, because you are so pret ty and clever. I want to talk to you about Col. d'Aguilar and Mr. Clayton. Which do you like the most?" "You cannot ask me such a question seriously!" exclaimed Winifred. "At all events, you cannot have any doubt as to my answer. "Then you don't like Mr. Clayton?" "Indeed I do not," replied Winifred, earnestly. "He seems to 'have a cynical disbelief in good, a sneering mistrust of kind actions, that never goes with a good or benevolent nature. I would rather die ten thousand times over than come to suspect every thought and action of tne people I lived with." "I know what you say of Francis Clayton to be true; I despise him in my heart. I have not a shadow of hope that I shall ever approach to a feeling of love for him. ' He is malicious he is cruel he is revengeful. And yet, knowing all this, it will not hinder me from selling myself to him if he cares to buy me. I think he will. I think if it were only to triumph over Col. d'Aguilar he would marry me. Winifred, do you know I love that man with all my heart with all the love of which a poor, vain, frivolous na ture like mine is capable? and yet I can not sacrifice society and fashion for his sake. I wonder why all the men who are worth loving are poor?" "You would give up such a man as Col. d'Aguilar and take Mr. Clayton, for the sake of his money?" Fee nodded her head. "Yes, so would you if you had led my life, and been brought up as I have been. What can I do?" and she stamped her foot impatiently; "I have no money; my" aunt has none to give me. Col. d'Aguilar has only a pittance barely sufficient for himself. Riches, they say, cannot give love or happiness; but poverty can take away one and destroy the other. I have no other alternative." "Dear Miss Alton,", said Winifred, "I beg of you with all my heart to think well before you make up your mind to marry a man like this Mr. Clayton. Think what it must be to spend the best part of your life with a man you cannot love a man you might perhaps get to hate!" Fee laughed a little unnatural laugh, and put her fingers to her ears. . "Hush!" she said; "do not talk in that way. I know all you can say. After all, wh k"ws? Mr. Clayton may never do me the honor to propose to me, and then how foolish I shall look! Good-night, cherie kiss me once more. Good-night.' And the little fairy tripped off to her own room. - . CHAPTER IX. And yet the very next night Fee tap ped at Winifred's door, and when it was opened she went quickly in, and, throw- Winifred was fairly distressed ; great drops welled into her eyes for sympathy. "Don't cry, dear Fee what is it V what ails your It was startling to see the gay, insou ciante little fairy, in such a plight. "Oh, Winifred, I - am so miserable I hate myself!" Winifred guessed the rest. "You have not consented. Fee? yo are not going to marry Mr. Clayton?" "Yes, I am." "Oh, Fee, how could you? you cannot like him." "What is the use of talking like that?" Miss Alton cried, with feverish petulaace. "Why don't you congratulate met it is a splendid match." "I love you, Fee. I cannot deceive you. If you do not care for him and you cannot love a man like that all his money will not make you happy." Winifred went sorrowfully to bed, for she loved the frivolous, worldly little crea ture dearly. Mr. Clayton's reflections were tolerably satisfactory, as he smoked his Spanish cigarette after the ladies had retired. "Though after all," he muttered, "I am not quite sure the game's worth the candle. Of course fellows will laugh at my being caught, after all I've said about, the 'happy state.' They won't give me credit for being caught 'with intention.' I wish d'Aguilar was here, but I suppose he won't be in until very late." Just (bout ofte okilocfc Col. fl'Aguilar, who had been away on a dinner invita tion, came in, in high good humor and spirits. "We have had a charming evening," he said, in answer to a question from Capt. Culloden. "Some very jolly fel lows there, and I was greatly tempted to stay the night, as they asked me. How ever, as I had said nothing About it to Lady Grace Farquhar, I was afraid of committing a breach of good manners by remaining. Arthur le Marchant had driv en over from Hazell Court a rare good fellow he is, too, the very life of a party." "Did he say anything about Hastings?" inquired Reginald Champion. "I think he mentioned the name of Hastings. If I recollect rightly it was something in connection with a. yacht in Constantinople." "I am sorry Hastings took it into his head to leave England." interposed Lord Harold Erskine. "He was one of the nicest, most gentlemanly fellows I ever met with. He entertained us in a prince ly way at the Court last month." "Hastings?" remarked Francis Clay ton, interrogatively. "I seem to know the name. By the way, Erskine, was not that the man Miss Champion accused Miss Eyre of being so much in the woods with?" Lord Harold colored with passion. . "I presume they were only together just as d'Aguilar and Miss Alton might have been in the park this afternoon." "Ah!" said Francis Clayton, quietly. but with his most disagreeable smile, "vLet. those laugh who-vriir? Is aeapltai maxim. But you've hot congratulated me yet, any of you." Col d'Aguilar grew very pale; the hand that was on the back of his chair trembled. . - "I am no hypocrite," he. said, quietly, but with a curious ring in his voice. "I cannot wish you happiness when I know it entails her misery." And amidst a dead silence he left the room. Before the party assembled at break fast the following morning he had left Endon Vale. ' (To be continued. - INSECT VANDALS. Tropical And that Ravage the Conn trx Lie a Fire. The Huns and Vandals of the insect world are undoubtedly the marching army ants. In tropical countries every thing falls before these invaders; they leave nothing but ruin behind them. The author of "Tangweera" gives this de scription of them: I have never found where these ants lie concealed when not engaged in for aging; but two or three times in the year,, just before or after heavy rain, they come out of the forest in millions, advancing in a solid column, which may cover ari acre of ground. - Some times the column may separate in divis ions, one going in one direction, one in another. Each travels In a fixed direc tion, in which It is guided by the guards, distinguished by enormous heads and threatening mandibles, who march ahead of the main body, as if to recon noiter the ground. The army follows after its officers, and rummages everything as it ad vances. Some swarm up the trees to considerable heights, searching in all the cracks of the bark, or among para sitical plants. Every falleto or hollow log and every stone Is carefully in spected. They destroy as if a fire had passed over the ground. Snails, beetles, butter flies, slugs, spidecs, caterpillars, scor pions, centipedes everything is de-l voured. Wasps' nests are rifled of the grubs; birds are driven from their nests and the young ones eaten up. Fortu nately, few birds lay in the riany sea son, but occasionally incursions of the army take place before the rains, when the birds are rearing their young. I have seen lizards eight inches Ions writhing, lashing the tail, rolling overJ ana over, covered with ants which soob mastered and devoured them. Twice in the middle of the nieht we have been roused by. such Invasions of the marching army ants, and had to oilo, iuu uau io:i had witn your motner tne summer rush out of the house and wait till the j after we were married," continued Mr. foray was over. But we were consoled potter. "I wanted to spend six, weeks by their leaving us a clean house, for at Saratoga, and your mother preferred the ants search the thatch throuffh and i the time in takinsr a trln lurousu, piunaer tne wasps' nests which line our eaves, and drag from hiding every iizara, cockroach and spider. The Embarrassed Whale. "I do not mind the notoriety so much," soliloquized the whale, after it had left Jonah on the beach, "but those smart young whales in our set will b sure to always be asking me to take something for the inner man,-or to go spouting around about how hard it is to keep a good man down." Baltimore American... " ' Hen Peck I want to sue for a di-. vorce. Lawyer Has" your wife left GLORY OF THE GRADUATING GIRL READING HER Si " HH was -on the. platform reading ber essay. She looked as It the had just stepped out of a lower J Ded. In her cheeks the carnation had left Its glow and her Hps had robbed the roses. She was a healthy, fragrant, glowing, American girl, of a type that we love and protect and honor. f - Her essay or oration? Something that told of throbbing hope and ambi tion and rosy skies. Hard knocks are few In the chrysalis period. Why shouldn't this graduation girl for a time believe In the entire goodness of the world; believe in perpetual sun shine? The band plays raggy music for her now; her pulses quicken and she is happyr It Is well. Why should she know that further down the path there are no flowers, the bands do not play and the clouds often shut out the sun? Let her have her good times, this Graduation Girl,. Let her glory in her triumphs and be proud of her attain ments. There can never be too much happiness in the world; there is always too much sorrow. Down in the front row ar father and mother, a man and woman who have toiled and suffered and borne much. It is the common lot. It puts deep care lines into faces, and sometimes it wrinkles hearts, but not always. If yon will look closely you will see that that old couple have just one object in life the girl. She is of their blood. She is slipping away from them as thel years go by,, and often the mother cries silently because of sorrow that is too deep for words. She-is proud of her Graduation Girl, but her arms are empty, and there Is an ache In her heart for the baby that has blossomed into a woman. Men love deeply and truly, but there is a holy affection that is denied them. Mothers know it mothers only. The essay! To those old folks It represents the climax of wisdom, the culmination $f learning. The wbrds flow like music, and there Is a hymn in every paragraph. True affection wears rose-colored glasses, you know. - And thenjwhen It Is all over, a queen goes to her home. She seems just a little bit higher and holler than any other girl, does this graduation daugh ter, and she talks to father about It, and to mother, and her eyes shine, there is a sob In her throat, and she discovers, all at once, that It wasn't the applause of the great world she yearned for, but the grand appreciation of an old man and an old woman; not so much a desire for fame anT a career as to Justify their wonderful faith in her ability. There you have the story of a great many graduation days. ' They are a finei institution, and they contain much of education not found in books. Des Moines News. ' ' FORT WASHINGTON HAS STRONGHOLD EVERAL months ago a Washington man, who takes a deep' interest J ln local history, read a" paper before the Columbia Historical Society in J); which he drew attention to sailed up the Potomac in the of Maryland, the first village of any was that of the Piscataway Indians, located on the present site of Fort Washington. It was at this point that tiio Indians made a hostile demon stration against Calvert, who, by his tact, coolness and judgment, man aged, however, to pacify the savages and bring them to terms. He showed, further, tbat the strategic value and Importance of the' rising ground on which Fort Washington now stands was recognized by the American Indians long before, the advent of the whites in this country, in proof of which he cited numerous extracts and passages from old writers, showing that, at the time of the settlement of Maryland, it was here that the Plscataways had their chief stronghold: that it constituted a sort of rude fort, from which they defied heir enemies, the surrounding tribes of Delaware and Powhatans, and that it was here that they gathered in gleat numbers to stay the advance of Lord Calvert up the Potomac River. The fact that men think and act pretty much the same in all ages and countries, an anthropological truth only realized of late years, is thus strikingly exemplified in Fort Washington, and, of late, certain things have come to light, not only confirming the statement that the Indians recognized the military importance of the Fort Washington site, but that even paleolithic man was alive to its value as a location both for defense and offense. Dur ing the last month the officer in command at the fort awarded the contract for the leveling of a considerable area on the bluff top, which It is intended shall be used, for a parade ground. The contractors and their employes have now been at work nearly four -weeks, and in that period hardly a day has passed in which they have not found grounds for surprise and wonder at the unusually large number of flint arrow-heads, stone hammers and ax- heads that are unearthed by the steam plow and the picks of the workmen. The evidence Is clear that far back in the stone age the dwellers along the Potomac recognized the value of the site as a place of offense and defence. This Is only one of a number of similar instances going to prove that our modern cities, forts and railroads occupy the sites of towns, forts and roadways used long prior to the landing of Columbus. Speaking of this Archer Butler Hulbert, in his recent work entitled "The Historic Highways of America," says: "It is very wonderful that the buffalo's Instinct should have found the very best courses across a continent upon whose thousand rivers such great black forests were thickly strung. Yet it did, and the tripod of the white man has proved it; and human intercourse will move constantly on paths first marked by the buffalo. It is interesting that he found the strategic passage-way through the mountains; It Is also interesting that the buffalo marked out the .most practical paths between the heads of our rivers paths that are closely followed to-day by the Pennsylvania, Baltimore and Ohio, Chesapeake and Ohio, Cleveland. .Terminal and Valley, Wabash, and other great roads." He spoke also of one striking case In point on the Baltimore and Ohio, between Grafton and Parkersburg, W. Va., where the road follows the old buffalo trail throughout Its course, and of instances of tunnels where the trail runs exactly ever the top of the underground passageway. His Compromise. Mr. Potter was giving his son a few words -of fatherly counsel as to bis treatment of his young wife. "Now when you have any little dif ferences of opinion," said Mr. Potter, in his most judicial manner, "if you can't persuade Margaret that you are in the right, you mustcompromise, my boy, compromise with a good grace." "I'll try to," said the son, respect fully. . . 1 well remember a little experience through Canada. It's thirty odd years ago, but I well remember the argu ments we had before I comDromised." "How did you do it?" asked the son. "We spent five weeks and a half in Canada," said Mr. Potter j "and from Friday night till Monday morning in Saratoga." The Boy and the farm, v Teachers and farmers teach the boys and girls to be honest and upright in every sense, but by all means teach them to work. It won't hurt them to do a little farm work. Send them to college if you can: but let's keep all the college boys and girls on the farm COMMENCEMENT ESSAY ' 1 THE GIBL GRADUATE. BEEN USED AS SINCE PREHISTORIC TIMES the fact that when Lord Cecil Calvert "Ark and Dove," with, the first settlers considerable size which he encountered interest will be looked after better. TIT. . fll . - we. wui nave better schools, better churches and better society. Insist on trying to keep the boys on the farm after they have received their educa tion. They can keep the farm books and will lend an air of Intelligence to the town. We need more educated people on the farms, when we will have less boys and girls going to the cities from the farms. Clever at Repartee. "Cholly is so clevah at wepartee!" exclaimed Clarence. "Isn't he?" said Reginald. "What's his latest?" "A gweat, howwid bwute said to him, 'You are the biggest fool in this State,' and Cholly answered wight off, I don't agwee with you!' "-Cincinnati Commercial-Tribune. " An Opinion.1, y "Well," said Nuritch, who had been showing Kander through his new house, "what do you think of the f urn ishlngs?" "They er show, a great ' deal ol taste," remarked Kandor. "Think so?" A ' "Yes, but It's all very bad." Phil delphia Press. SoroeropnToH n good cf-org l A. Honae-Cleaning- Carol. The melancholy days have come th saddest of the year; The carpet is on the clothesline, and in cessant whacks we hear; The bedding's in the kitchen, and the beds are in the hall. The pictures are upon the floor while some one dusts the wall; We eat cold meat and crackers from wabbly kitchen chair, For this is glad housecleaning time free from toil and care. The neighbors line their windows and hasty census take Of all the bric-a-brac we have, and calcu lations make If it was bought with ready cash, or on the installment plan; We rescue our provisions from the hasty garbage man, And life is gay and careless-like, it makes one want to roam j.o me away because the folks are cleaning bouse at home. The melancholy days are here the dayi of soap and brush. Stove polish daubs the tableware the bat pie on Wagner's bust Tiano holds some frying pans the bath tub s filled with books The women folks ah! who could tell who they were by their looks! Sing hey! The glad housecleaning time the time of dust and soap! It is a gladsome sight to see through big telescope. Baltimore American. White Girl Marries a Chinaman. A few weeks ago Grace Catherine Williams, a pretty girl of 18, became the wife of Chan Ah On. a Chinese student at ' the Washington night school in San Francisco. Later she was arrested upon complaint of her mother, and accused of vag rancy. The young woman . charges that her marriage to a Chinese was brought about by grace Williams, cruel ' treatment which was jnflictedup'bn. Jber by, her mother and brother. She met Chan Ah On, and he treated her so kindly that when he asked her to marry him a week later she consented, tne cere mony being performed at the Presby terlan Chinese Mission Home. She frankly admits that she is not in love with her husband, but that he has been good and kind to her and has been sending her $14 a week since they were married. I am willing to live with my hus band, as he is willing to provide for me, or I will go to an institution or go out and work for myself anything ex cept go back home to my mother and brother," she said. The Kjpsaomical Womaa. "Economical? Oh, yes, a woman is economical very," grumbled the ill natured benedict. "She cuts herself down, to a miserly luncheon In order to save 10 cents; and half an hour later spends 60 cents on a collar she doesn't need because 'it's so pretty for the price.' "She walks ten blocks to save 5 cents and then Is so tired and hot that she spends 10 for a plate of ice cream "Bhe says she wouldn't think of getting a new hat this year because she got one last year, but she pays one and a half times the price of a new one to have her old one fetched up to date. "She darns and darns and redarns her stockings with self-righteous thrift, and pays 50 cents for a pair of fancy shoe strings. "She haggles year In and year out with a dull old scissors that would set a man cussing, and never sees the economy of having them sharpened or occasionally investing in a new pair. "She hoards up all the old rusty, bent nails and bits of knotted string. and brings them out upon occasion to induce pounded fingers and profane thoughts when 5 cents, five little cents, would buy a whole ball of strong twine or a whole pound of shining nails that would go in straight without making a man perjure his souL "Oh, yes, a woman is economical very! But I don't like her economical." Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. Does Love Snrvive-Mnrriige, "You can't expect such love as that to last," is an exclamation often utter ed by worldly and practical people. Frequently these prophets are any thing but infallible in their predictions, but alas! they are also frequently cor rect. It is but natural that love should not retain all the ardent, passionate element that made the heart palpitate and the face change color, during the courtship days, but it becomes none the less sincere and constant. As mercy tempers justice, so marriage tempers love. A long, happy courtship is not an infallible test of true love, nor is it a criterion for Its permanency. It is the actual experience after marriage, the acquaintance with the worries and troubles of married life, that decide the matter. The survival of love after marriage depends upon both husband and wife; It depends upon the quali ties, the powers of realization and to a great extent the .home 'training of each. Sensible, thoughtful young peo ple should not treat- the subject of marriage lightly, as a mere diversion, T IT -1 i T" - mm mM appointed and grow weary of their married state. To all others, the thoughtless, the selfish, or the self-seeking, love is not apt to weather tb,e inevitable storms and gales of a life that calls for mutual consideration and much sacrifice; in fact, for the highest and best that is in one. Mrs. G. Blake in American Queen. The Ba-vina; Women. If we are to believe the old prov erb, 'which says that "saving's good earning," then the earning capacity of women always has been greater than that of men. Oh, the saving women of the world! The women who sit up late making over last season's clothes to save buy ing new ones; the women who stealth ily tiptoe across the floor to turn down the gas when papa dozes over his newspaper; the women who darn huge holes in basketsful of stockings; the women who have a cracked teapot or old pocketbook into which they drop stray dimes and quarters, taking the accumulations to the savings bank with guilty secrecy; the women who wash out pieces of carpet to make them appear fresh and new, who turn the trimmings on their hats, and clean their gloves with gasoline, and cut down the clothes of Willie, aged 14, to fit Jimmle, aged 10. Bless them, every one! There is another sort of saving which might properly be termed hoard ing. It consists in laying down rugs to prevent the nap of the carpets from wearing, in putting paper covers on prettily bound books, in locking up the little girl's French doll. We read the other day of a woman who made a plush cover for the rosewood piano, and a linen cover for the plush, and a newspaper mat for the linen. We hope there are not many women like her. In this sort of saving there is often an admixture of folly. There is yet another kind. Saving car fare at the cost of an exhausted body, saving lunch money and "skimp ing" the table. Just as if you could cheat nature without incurring retri bution; saving the price of eyeglasses at the cost of impaired or perhaps de stroyed eyesight; saving money earned by the overstraining of mental and physical powers. Woman is not always wise in her economies, we fear, but the verb "to save" is certainly feminine. Philadel phia Ledger. Little Hinta. Smart walking gloves are made un In two colors of kid. Valenciennes medallions are inset in the daintiest lingerie: A good deal of straw trimming is used on the new hats. All-over embroidery is used for many of the modish blouses. New fans are made of. the bright plumage of tropical birds. After the cape is coming the real old-fashioned "dolman." savs Paris. Those convenient robe gowns now come in foulards, loulsines and taf fetas. Black silk stockings come with the college flags embroidered on the in step. . The little bonnet for elderly women has become an unprecedented elabo ration. Novel ornaments are the big black berries and chestnuts fashioned out of jet No hair ornament is smarter than the plain velvet bow matching the gown in color. A Ynnthfnl Playwright. Miss Constance Smedley, whose cur tain raiser, "The Honor of a Rogue," written in collaboration with Mr. Cos mo Hamilton, will be seen in this country next sea son, enjoys the distinction of be ing the youngest woman that ever had a play pro duced in London, the theatrical me tropolis of . the world. Her first miss smedley. play was "Mrs. Jordan," a one act piece in which Mrs. Patrick Campbell scored a marked suc cess about three years ago. - Miss Smedley is an artist, and the work of her brush has been favorably com mented upon by some of the severest critics of London. She is not yet 21 years of age, and if she should fail to become one of the prominent play wrights she will disappoint hosts of good judges. . The Paaaina; of Black Velvet. Black velvet gowns are not Consid ered so smart this year as last, . yet they , are among the most attractive gowns worn. They are now trimmed with sable and ermine and white lace, and are especially a fad with the sable. An exceedingly smart and popular vel- et model is almost exceedingly plain. The only trimmings are the rhinestone buttons, but with this costume is worn pelerine of sable with big muff and turban to match, and the beauty of the furs is shown, in the greatest possible advantage by the very plainness of the design of the gown. Indeed, the whole costume Is a great relief after the over. P"-n'f'" it ir' -