&BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB Second Gousin arah S fj by the author or 3 C "AME JVD6E. SPINSTER," "LITTLE EATt ARBF." Jy fcj etc., etc. CHAPTER III.-(Contlnueu.) "A queer young woman," muttered Reuben, as he walked to the front door and let himself out of the house. He droTe into the city of Worcester with bia face irraver and more thoughtful than he had driven away from it that morn ing although he had foreseen much of the result of his Journey, and had pre pared for it. He should remember com ing to Worcester again to' the last day of his life. It was a new beginning; even In the rain last night he had stepped from the commonplace to a something like ro mance, but he had forgotten the Brat In cident of his arrival until he was in Mud dleton's coffee room, and the waiter was leaning across the white cloth toward bim. "Beg pardon, but he's been the young man who helped to carry the luggage last Light for you. "Has she?" said Reuben. "Yes, sir. And be said that he thought half a crown a precious little, consider ing how he had spoiled his things with your trunk. The infernal trunk, he call' ed it, along with other names." "She aid that?" "He tried it on very hard for another shilling, but I told that I had my orders from yon direct, and could not afford to advance, and that it was like his impu dence to come at all. I said that, nir," added the waiter, deferentially, "because he got awful saucy, and we had to put him out of the house. His langwidgf, sir, was bad." "What kind of a man was he?" asked Reuben Culwick. "A womanish kind of face with big eyes black eyes?" "Oh, no, sir not a bit womanish. He was as full of pock-marks as a cribbuge board, and his eyes were particularly mall, sir." "Very good or, rather, very bad," .aid Reuben Culwick; "half a crown poorer, and the man has got the money instead of the woman. Indeed, sir yes, sir, and the waiter departed. Outside the door he tapped bis forehead significantly, and jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the room he had quitted this for the Instruction or amusement of another Waiter coming downstairs. "Mad as a March hare, Bob," he aid, ententionslv. , "Who?" said Bob. "Forty-eight." "That's young Culwick, ain't It?" "Yes." "Oh! he always was a rum 'un." CHAPTER IV. Reuben Culwick had an early dinner t Muddleton's. After dinner he spent ome time poring over a time table, and Anally rang the bell. "I shall want my luggage taken to the tation this afternoon," he said to the waiter who had doubted bis sanity.- "J wish to catch the 5:15 train for London." After he had defrayed the expenses of bis board and lodging at Muddleton's be at with his hands in his pockets, con sidering many things of grave perpl-x-Ity. The waiter left him when busi ness took him into the coffee room again, number forty-eight was laughing to him self. Just as lunatics of cheerful frame of mind, or of no mind at all, are in the babit of doing. "Why shouldn't I?" Reuben Culwick aid to himself; "I shall not have another chance she's one of the family I may never see Worcester again." He beckoned the waiter to him. "The St. Oswald Almshouse are at the top of Foregate street, are they not?" "Yes, sir in the Tithing." "Ah! the Tithing. 1 have been so long way that I forget names and places everything but injuries," he muttered. He did not go direct to the Tithing, but wandered round the cathedral and stroll ed to the bridge, over which he looked at the Severn, and where he hesitated strangely. "What is the use? I shall only hear the recital of her grievances, real and Imaginary disturb her and myself feel myself in the way, and leave her none the happier. What's the use of my going, after all? I am as helpless, poor aud blind as she is." He did not see the use of it In the sluggish waters that flowed on beneath the arch of the bridge, and at which he ftzed so steadfastly he had even turn ed away as from an unthankful task, of which the river warned him, when sec ond impulse set him with his face from the railway, and took him with rapid strides In the direction upon which he bad first resolved. The church clocks were striking three when he paused at the gateway which opened upon the in ner quadrangle of St. Oswald. The doors of some of the almshouses were open, and t one of them was a faint sign of life In the form of a young woman, poorly but neatly clad in a black and white triped cotton dress, who was sitting with her elbows planted on her knees, her hands supporting her temples, find her face bent close over a book that lay upon her lap. As Reuben advanced, he saw that the watcher on the threshold bad tired of her volume, and closed her yes. "Can yon tell me where " Reuben Culwick paused In his In quiry, for the white, pinched face, and the big black eyes were the face m;d yes of the strange girl who had volun teered to carry his luggage lust night, and collapsed by the way. He could not be mistaken; he had looked too anx iously at her as she lay In her swoon to be deceived, despite her feminine guise t this crisis, and the taller woman that he looked in it. The big black eyes blinked like a cat's In the sun, aud the lashes quivered In unison, but then he hud awakened her from slumber, and tnere was no sign of recognition on her countenance. There wa a certain amount of contraction of the eyebrows, that might have indicated half scowl at the traveler for waking ber thus unceremoniously. "Do yon know me?" Reuben said, changing his tone and question. "No," was the slow reply; "I't lever seen you before." "Not at Worcester station, at ten o'clock last night, when you helped me with heavy portmanteau that I was elfish enough to let you carry for me?" be continued. "I help you with portmanteau f said the girl, coffliiRly, "at Worcester sta tion! Yes, that's very likely." "It was you," said Reuhen, ternly, s he continued to stare at her, and the girl's cool denial of the fact began to ag gravate him; "why do you tell me that it was not?" The young woman did not answer read ily. She rose to her feet a tall, sngular firl, smitten sorely by poverty and lean ed against the door post, peering at ber questioner, with her brow still contract ed. "Why should I help youf she ! at last; "can't you help yourself V "You fainted away: you were weak, nd gave op. Why deny this?" "I don't know what you are talking about," wai the sullen answer. The girl was turning away, as if with the intention of passing into the house, when Reuben remembered the object of his quest. "Will you tell me, please, in which of these small establishments resides Sarah Eastbell?" he asked. The girl paused, and then swung her self rapidly round and faced him. "What next?" she cried angrily, "and what's next after that?" she added; "I'm Sarah Eastbell, and if you have any thing to say against me say it. I'm not aphumed -of my name; I never was I never did anything wrong in my life now, then, what is it that you want?" "You are Sarah Eastbell!" said Ren ben, with a new interest sssertlng Itself; "then you are no, you can't be," add.'d our hero, exhibiting again that incoher ence which had already bewildered the waiter at Muddleton's. "Will you tell me what you want here?" asked Miss Eastbell, peremptor ily. "I want to see an older lady than your self, of the same name, and residing, I believe, in one of these almshouses.' "Oh, indeed what for?" was the cau tious inquiry. "A. friendly call that's all," answered Reuben, "My grandmother is not well enough to see company." "She will see me," replied Reuben Cul wick. The statement concerning Mrs. Eust bell's idiosyncrasies was destined never to be completed, for short, sharp "Sarah!" in an excrutlatingly high key, that was like the twang of a wire, and left a humming sound in Reuben's ears, came from an inner, room on the left hand side of the doorway. "Coming!" said the tall girl, and she disappeared at once, and left Mr. Cul wick on the threshold, half resolved to follow her, and before Reuben was pre pared for her reappearance she was standing in the doorway again. "You can come in," said the girl sul lenly. She led the way to small room, scru pulously clean, with a bed in the center of the room, and an old woman in the center of the bed. There was nothing to be seen of Mrs. Eastbell but her face, and a grim, yellow, parchment face it was, cut up by a hundred wrinkles. "Well, sir," said the head 'above the sheets, "will yon please to state what business you have with old Sarah East bell, who has been past business for the last ten years?" It was erlsp and not wholly shrill voice, now that it had dropped an octave or two. The visitor walked to the bed side, sat down in rush-bottomed chair that was there, and looked hard at her. "When I saw yon last you were a hustling little woman, carrying your years well," said Reuben Culwick tenderly; "I am sorry to find on old friend brought down as low as this." "It can't be Reuben, can It?" she asked eagerly. "Yes it can." "Now to think of that, after these years and here!" said Mrs. Eastbell. "That's kind of you, Rett; I'm very glad," and the old lady fought hard with the sheets, and got a thin, yellow hand above the bedclothes, and extended it In the direction of her nephew, laughing In an odd chuckling way that portended fu ture hysterics, if she were not careful. Reuben shook the hand in his, and the girl stood by the mantelpiece, watching the greeting furtively. "What made you think of me?" said the old woman, after a moment's pause. "I came to Worcester last night; I heard this morning for the first time that you were here." "Who told you?" "My father." "You are frienda, then? He has for given you?" she said, "No." "Ah! he will presently," said Mrs. Eastbell, with an easy confidence; "there are many good points about my brother Simon, and it is only a question of time. All things come round In time, Reu even good luck. That's what I often tell our Sally." . Sally winced suddenly at this introduc tion of ber nam into the discourse, and Reuben looked across bis prostrate rela tive toward the young attendant, who drew pattern on the floor with the point of her boot, and did not return his glances. "Some day Simon will walk in here Just as you have done and say how srr ry he Is for all the past," said the old woman; "sometimes I lie awake fancy ing I can hear his footsteps coming across the paved yard toward me." "I would not build upon his offering you any help," said Reuben Culwick. "1 don't want any help. Eight oliil llngs a week keeps more life in me tlinu I know what to do with. I'm very hap. py, though it's an awful place for flies. Sally does a little work when she can get it, aud is a dear, kind nurse, who never tires of me. She'll read the" Bible half the day to me, when I'm too ill to run about much a good girl, Sally!" "I am very glad to hear it," answered Reuben. He would not have dispelled the old womau's faith in her granddaughter by a word by any question hinging on last night's mystery or to-day's prevaricatton. This was a woman who had faith in ev erybody, and extracted happiness even from an almshouse in a shady corner of Worcester City. "When I am gone, I should like some body to get Sally a good ptace you don't know any one who wanta an honest, hard-working, truthful girl?" "Not at present," said Reuben, glanc ing across at Sarah Eastbell again, who was still tracing hieroglyphics on the floor. She looked up this time as he re plied to her grandmother, and shrugged her shoulders either at the old woman's criticism or at the wild idea of her being indebted to him for ber future position in life. "Will she be wholly slone In the world some day?" asked Reuben Culwick, in quisitively. "She baa not friend h will make plenty, of course, but she has them to make." "My cousin Mark was her father, then. Is he " "Yes he's dead. Bo's his wife. They were worthy couple, but they were very unlucky, and so better out of the world than In It," (aid the grandmother, "when they died last year I offered Sally part of my home, aud coy sister tried to do something for Tom, but he went to sea," "Does Sarah sleep here live with you sltogetherf "Yes," answered the old woman; "it's very selfish of me to keep her to myself, but, please the Lord, It will not last a great while longer. She' young she's industrious, and will be always able to get ber living, anywhere; and tf you bear of anything tknt will suit her, yon will bear her in mind, Reuben?" "I shall not forget her," said Reuben, dryly. "She shall come and tell you when I'm gone, if you let me know where you live," added Mrs. Eastbell, in brisk, business-like manner; "it is as well to arrange these little matters." "I live at Hop Lodge, Hope street, Camberwell." "That's right, Reu always lire In Hope, my lad." It was a feeble Joke, which nobody ap preciated but this light-hearted old blind woman, and she appreciated it for the three of them, and lay chuckling over it until it nearly choked her. "I am going now," said Reuben Cul wick, stooping over her; "good-by, ftunt." "Good-by, lad; thank you for a visit which will cheer me up for days; and think of something for my Sally, if you can." How strongly impressed that snllcn girl by the fireplace was on the old wom an's mind he did not entirely compre hend until this last moment of their meet ing. "Grandmother!" said Sarah the young er, deprecatingly; but Mrs. Eastbell went on, the thin bony band clinging to ber nephew's tightly. "She's everything to me, but I wouldn't mind parting with her at once to-morrow, if you should hear of a decent situa tion for her. Anybody can mind me, tmd I don't want to stop the way to her ad vancement. She's clever at her needle; she reads well; she's quick at figures; in any tradesinan'a shop, now, she's be very handy and she's only seventeen So young, Reu, to be alone in the world after I am gone!" "Yes," said Reuben, "so young!" So young, and so willful and deceptive, ho thought also, after he had parted with his aunt and said "Good-day" to Sarah Eastbell; and walked Into the little square court yard, where the rain had begun to patter briskly, as though there had been no wet weathef for weeks, and it was coming down to make up for lost time. (To be continued.) WOLVES EAT A RAILROAD. The Hungry Beasts Pevonred the Kawhide Track. About 1872 one of the first railroads of the Northwest was built In the Ter ritory of Washington, from Walla Walla to Wallula, along the banks of the Walla Walla River, and following the general line of what Is now the Oregon Railway and Navigation Com pany's road between those points, says C. F. Oliver, In Recreation. The road was a primitive affair, and was built, owned and operated by Dr. Baker, of Walla Walla. It had no Pullman cars, chair cars or buffet cars, and the day coaches were mostly plat form or flat cars. Instead of having a right of way the road had permission to go through the fields of the farmers, consequently the road wag not a rapid transit one, as the train hands had to get off and lay down the rail fences and put thorn, up again, after the train had passed through, says the Anaconda (Mont.) Standard. The roadbed was constructed by lay lng cross ties six or eight feet apart, and on those laying wooden stringers for rails. The heavy traffic tjver the road caused the rails to wear In spots so that train wrecks and smashups were of dally occurrence. These were not serious, for when the train crew saw a wreck coming their way they would hop off and let It wreck. The annoyances, however, soon be came detrimental to the Interests of shippers, so the owner bad to devise some means of overcoming the diffi culty. Ralls of standard railroad Iron were out of the question, they had to be shipped "the Horn around," and freighted by wagon quite a distance, and strap Iron could not be had, and the doctor, with Yankee shrewdness, finally hit upon the happy idea1 of sub stituting rawhide for strap Iron. Cat tle were plentiful and rawhide cheap, so the doctor soon had his tracklayers at work putting the rawhide on the wooden stringers. The rawhide soon became dry and as bard as iron and answered the purpose admirably dur ing the dry weather. The winter succeeding the laying of the rawhide track was a severe one for that part of the country, The snow lay on the ground for several weeks. The wolves were driven from the moun tains by the deep snow and skirmish ed for a living as best they could in the valleys. When the snow began to melt It softened the rawhide and the hungry wolves soon found the tracks. When spring came and the snow had melted the wolves had eaten up the railroad track from Walla Walla to Wallula. A Youthful Estimate. "Now," said the Sunday school teach er, in her most winning tones, "which little boy can tell me about the still small voice that is within us?" "Please'm," said the freckled boy at the end of the seat, "my uncle hag one." "He has?" "Yes'm. He's a ventriloquist" Bal timore Herald. Best of Reasons The Summer Girl (to htr companion) What do you suppose It Is, dearest, that makes the sea murmur so? Testy Old Gentleman Behind (who has encountered, a mooning couple In every secluded nook along the shore) Great Scott! Miss, you'd murmur If you had to listen to all the sentimental nonsense the sea bears. Everlasting;. Mrs. Newed I find my lessons in lireadmaklng have saved us a lot of money. Mrs. Totts But I thought you could not eat it, you said Mrs, Newed We don't; but I make playthings for the baby out of It, and they never break or wear out. Tld Bits. About the Pa me Thing. "Do yon think that our civilisation tends to lengthen men's lives?" "I don't know about that." answered the practical man. "but with rh in. creased facilities for travel and com munication a man can come pretty near living twice as much In a given space of time as be used to." Washington Star. Her View of It. "Yon must think I'm a fool," be ex claimed. "You flatter yourself," she replied. Chicago Record-Herald. Flowery speeches do not always Indi cate budding genius. 0UH BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SAYINGS AND DO INGS HERE AND THERE, Joke and JokeleU that Are Supposed to Have Been Recently Born-Sayings and Doings that Are Old, Curious and Laughable-The Week's Humor. Mrs. De Flat Have you anything, new In folding beds? Dealer Only this, madam, and It real'y Is quite a success. On arising In the morning you touch a spring, and It turns Into a washstand and bath tub. After your bath you touch an other spring, and it becomes a dress ing case, with a French plate mirror. If you breakfast In your room, a slight pressure will transform It into an ex tension table. After breakfast, you press these three buttons at once, and yon hiive an upright piano. That's all it will do, except that when you die it can be changed Into a rosewood coffin." Exchange. Bams Old Grind, Gyer Gotrox used to make hay and water stock on a New England farm when he was a boy. Myer What's he doing now? Gyer The same thing in Wall street . ,: To lie Sure, r Mrs. Tarvenue Why didn't you come when I rang? The Butler Because I didn't hear the bell, ma'am. Mrs. Farvenue After this when I ring and you don't hear the bell come and tell me so, . His Account Hook. A firm of masons in an "Irish town employ a hod carrier whose novel method of keeping account of his time was brought to light lately by a queer circumstance. He went one evening to bis employer's home with the sad in telligence that he had lost his account book. He said that the pigs had un fortunately got in and eaten It up. "What ort of an account book did you keep?" asked his employer. "Why, I had an empty barrel, and when I worked a whole day I put in a potato, and when half a day half a potato, and the pigs ate them all en tirely." Pearsou'g Weekly. A Boston Intellectual. Hunter You look . pleased about something, Dumley. Dumley I have reason to, I've just thought of a Jolly good answer to a conundrum. If I could only thiuk of a conundrum to fit it, by George, I believe I'd send It to the papers. Bos ton Transcript The Popular Actress. "Dolly Footlights, the soubrette, cel ebrated her sliver wedding yesterday." "What? She's not old enough to have been married twenty-five years." "Oh, certainly not. She was married for the twenty-fifth time yesterday." Philadelphia Press. Drawing the Line, American Duchess There Is a re port current that you married me for my money. English Duke Well, I hope you will not contradict it. American Duchess Why not, prny? English Duke I don't want my friends to think I'm a hopeless Idiot. Little Girl Do you stutter all the time? Little Boy N-n-n-n-no, only when I talk. A Bargain. Mrs. Illttle You don't mean that Mary Elder Is married at last! Why, she. must be forty at least! Mrs. Twist The man she married got her at a bargain. She was marked down to thirty-five Boston Transcript Nothing; Dnln Mrs. Homer John. If Mrs. Nelirhhora get a new sealskin sack this winter I must nave one also. Homer Well don't worry about It. dear. Neighbors and I formed a pro tective tinlon to-day, and neither of you Is to have one. Ought to Do for Her. She (after landing him) And. dear. am I the first girl you ever loved? He Well, you re the last That csj'at to be sufficient Enough Bald. "She ain't it borne sor," said the new maid, returning from the floor above. "Are you sure of that?" demanded Mr. D Trop suspiciously. "Faith, 01 am not but she seem to be." Philadelphia Fres Not a Good Turn. "If I ran against $10,000 It would turn my bead." "I ran against $10,000 one and It came near turning my bead all the way around." "Too don't aayr "Tea, R wis in the shape of a tour ing car tad it twisted my neck," Of Coarse. Those Prolonged Good-Nights. The old man was very angry. I "That young man who visits my daughter stays too late," he growled. "But you said he remained only two I hours In the parlor," spoke the friend, "Yes, two hours In the parlor, twen ' ty minutes in the hallway, fifteen In , the vestibule and ten on the front steps." Poor Man. "Here is a nice article for carrying bundles," said the clerk, displaying the shopping bags. "Oh, I have a bundle carrier," re sponded the stern woman. "What kind, may I ask?" "My husband." - Horaeleaa Variety. Ernie Why does Edna look go blue to-day? Ida A coach. Ernie Did her father refuse to buy her one? Ida Oh, no; this Is a football coach. He went back on her. Hla Little Joke. "Romeo was Ideal," said the maiden who loved romance. "I don't think so much of him," chuckled the youth who had witnessed the balcony scene; "I think he wag a second-story man." Ready Kxcuse. "What are you doing with your band In my pockets?" demanded the man who had been gazing In the' shop, win dow. "Why, sir," whined the crook, "der ain't no pockets In dese trousers an' me hands are cold." Bnmmlng Them Up. Osteoid The teacher said I may some day be President of the United States. Pa Well, what do you think the rent of the boys will be? Ostend Oh, I guess they'll b the cranks that annoy the President About the else of It. He A woman would rather talk than listen. She Well, that depends. He Depends on what? She Whether or not a man is mak ing her a proposal. Asked and Answered. "Is there any way to make a woman stop talking?" asked the newly mar ried man. "Yes," answered the home-grown Rage, "but somehow a man hates to hit a woman with an ax." Plausable Theory. . Toindix In England the bride's dowry Is called a dot. I wonder why? Hojax Oh, probably because It puts a stop to the financial troubles of the masculine half of the combine. He Called Him Down- Mr. Kousty So you want to be my son-in-law, eh? Charley Well, I'm not so partlcu lar about that All I want la to mar ry your daughter. Rnbblng It In. "Yes," said the Englishman who had Immigrated some years ago, "I dearly love the mother country." "You certainly did old England a great favor," rejoined the home-grown American. "What was that?" queried the Eng lishman. "You didn't stay there," answered the other. Preparing for Winter. "I want half a dozen coal scuttles." said" the lady who lets furnished rooms. "Wlmt size, madam 7' asked the clerk. "Oh er about three pints,." she re- pllofl. Cause and Kffect. , Citizen How can you be tired when you are doing nothing? Tramp I reckon It's 'cause dere's so much uv it tor do. Rather l'csimit'c. "This Is a tough old world." remark ed the anvil In the blacksmith's shop. 'I get nothing but hard knocks all day long." "Right you are," replied the bellows. "I'm always hard pressed to rnlse t'ae wind." Feminine Way. Smith Brown is painfully hard up Just now. Jones Did he lose his job? Smith Oh, no; the boss raised his salary last month, and his wife is try ing to live up to it. Parental Objections. Fretty Daughter So you don't like Tom? Her Father No. He appears to be capable of nothing. Pretty Daughter But what objec tion have you to George? Her Father Oh, he's worse than Tom. He strikes me as being capable of anything. There Was Enough to Lick. Daniel Le Roy Dresser, the former president of the Trust Company of the Republic, sometimes tells of an Inter esting Irishman, Patrick O'Malley, who worked In the garden of his father. "Pat once caught," Mr. Dresser said the other day, "a boy stealing apples In my father's garden. He seized the boy by the collar, took up a stick and prepared to flog him. The little fel low kicked, squirmed and bellowed. " Oh, Mister,' he bowled, "don't do nothing to me, sir. I'm not to blame for this. " 'Why are yon not to blame? said Pat holding his hand a moment "'Folks say I'm not all there,' re plied the boy. "'Well. said Patrick, 1 can't help that I'll just Uck what there Is of ye.'" Knew His Mas Too Well. Bunker Old man, can you lend me A hundred until next Thursday Hill I'm sorry, old man, but I've got to meet a note next Friday. De troit Free Press. Four-fifths of the Irish immigrants arriving In New York are young wom en between the ages of 17 and 20. Fort Snelllng, at the Junction of the Minnesota and Mississippi Rivers, will be preserved by the War Department aa an Interesting ruin. Prof. Braun of the University of Strasburg has undertaken to beat room In Munich by a flashlight In Nuremberg, which Is one hundred miles away. The trolley car Is not drawn or push ed by the electric current at all, but Is lifted again aud again' by the attrac tion of magnets for the armature colls of the motor. The home of Samuel Dove, an ex slave who is more than one hundred years old, was sold recently at Utlca, N. Y., under mortgage foreclosure pro ceedings to satisfy an Indebtedness which Dove contracted to secure the freedom of his son nearly half a cen tury ago. The most marvelous of all rocking stones is that of the island of Cepha lonla, off the coast of Greece. This Is a great rock, about a rod square, In the edge of the sea, and it Is In per- Ipetual motion, alternately touching the land and receding from It about twenty times a minute. The regular oscilla tions of this natural pendulum are un affected by calms or by tempestuous sens that break completely over It The -weight of ten persons did not per ceptibly change Its rate of motion, aud when an English captain attempted to drag It away the oscillations snapped his chains like thread. Eight vegetables, new to this coun try, are being cultivated in the Govern ment experiment stations with refer ence to Introducing them to the truck gardeners. They are described as fol lows: A European okra of giant pro portions Is a very valuable starch pro ducer. From Mexico is a pepper large ly used in that country, and a husk tomato, which makes delicious sweet pickles. A decorative and medicinal Tine is a cucumber, also Mexican, which distributes Its seeds broadly when ripe, by violently exploding. Chevrll, a sedge-like plant from Eu rope, produces a tuber of hazlenut size, which, eaten raw, tastes like coeoanut. The Indian basella, a vine, has blos soms like an arbutus, and fruit like a blackberry bush. FASHION HINT8 FROM FLOWERS What a Woman Can Lenrn In Dress by Mndying the Field. What can a woman learn In dress from the flowers? Can the lilies of the field teach her the principles of beauty In color, line and form that she may be arrayed as they? The woman who plans her own gowns and has the artistic sense will find abundant suggestion In the colors, shades and harmonious blendlugs of the flowers. Of course, in some of the freak blossoms Into which florists now adays delight to distort nature, com binations of color may be found as in harmonious as It Is possible to Imagine. Discretion, too, Is eminently necessary. Nature throws masses of color togeth er promiscuously and then blends and softens them by various effects of the atmosphere. Many a flower looks beautiful nodding In Its native haunt surrounded by masses of foliage, which, If taken In the hand and exam ined by Itself, would be found most crude in coloring. Much of the suc cess of such a plan would depend upon a woman's ability to produce the whole effect of any flower In her gown. The untrained eye looking at the rose will see pink. The eye of the artist look ing at the same Sower will see a varie ty of colors grays and pnrples, whites and pinks. These are the colors, not Just plain pink, with which he must produce tho rose upon his canvas. There are, however, never more than two positive colors In any flower. This teaches a valuable lesson, a woman should never have more than two posi tive colors In ber costumes. There Is something also In the Idea that large women would do well to copy their costumes from the larger flowers. Such dowers the tulip, poppy, etc. are generally variegated. A big mass of a glngle color Is never beautiful nature avoids It London Express. Over the Telephone. n-io!" "H'lo!" "Thatchoo, Pirn?" "Yen. Hoozat?" "Smee Nell." "H'lo, Nell! Smatter?" "Nothln'. Thought 'd call yup. Say, Jim, Juno Tom Dixon?" "No. Oozee?" "Letcha know some time. Say, Jeer about Kitten Jim?" "No. WhaJJaknow 'bout 'em?" "Don't speak teach other." -"Wot strubble?" "Ida know. Cummlnover soon?" "Yen. Guesso. B choor cummln over tower house first." "Wlllflcan. Gotteny fudges?" "Lot zuvvem." "Well, I'll come. G'by." "G'by. Say!" "Well?" "Don't tell wbattltoldjubout Kitten Jim." "I won't G'byP' "G'by!" Chicago Tribune. Borne Brands of Charity. "Papa, what is charity?". "Charity, my son. Is giving awav what you don't want." 'What is scientific charity?" 'Scientific charity Is eivlna wsv what you don't want to someone who does not want It "What Is organized charity?" "Organized charity, my son, Is giving away something that you don't want to tome society which will give It away to someone who does not want it" Life. Prim Mia From the Back Bay. Miss Wabash Last Saturday was your birthday, wasn't it? Miss Boston ITeposterous! How can you be so silly? M!ss Wabash What's the matter with that? Miss Boston Last Saturday was the anniversary of my birth. I'm not an Infant Philadelphia Presa. GEO. P. CROWELL, Suceenor to E. L. Smith, Oldest Established Uoum In ths valley.) DEALER IN Dry Goods, Groceries, Boots and Shoes, Hardware, Flour and Feed, etc. , This old-established house will con tinue to pay cash (or all its goods; it pays no rent; it employs a cierk, but does not have to divide with partner. All dividends are made with customers in the way of reasonable price. Lumber Wood, Posts, Etc. Davenport Bros. Lumber Co. Have opened an office in Hood River. Call and get prices and leave orders, which will be promptly filled. THE GLACIER Published Every Thursday $1.60 A YEAR. Advertising, 60 cents per inch, single column, per month; one-half inch or lepa, 25 cents. Heading notices, 6 cents a line each insertion. THE GLACIER prints all the local news fit to print. When you see it in THE GLACIER you may know that others gee it. REGULATOR LINE PORTLAND AND THE DALLES ROUTE All War Usiilan. STEAMERS "BAII.EY GATZERT" "DALLES CITV" "REGULATOR" METLAKO" Connecting at Lyle, Wash., with Colombia River & Northern Railway Co. FOR Wahklacus. Pair, Centervllle, Goldendalt tad all Klickitat Valley points. steamers leave Portland daily (except bun d iv) 7 a. m., connecting with C. R. & N. trs ns at Lyle 6:1) p. m. lor Uoldendale, arrives The Dalles 6:80 p. m. Steamer leaves The Dalles dally (except Sun day) 7:S a. m. 0. R. A N. trains leaving Goldendals 8:15 a. m. connects with this ateamer for Portland, ar riving Portland 6 p. in. Kxcellent meals served on ail steamers. Fin accommodations for teams and wagons. For detailed information of rates, berth res ervations, connections, etc., write or call on nearest airent. H. C. Campbell, lien, ollice, Portland, Or. Manager. Beele it Morse Agents, Hood River, Or. Oregon, Sl!0(T LINE and union Pacific 1 Mo DxriiT HE SCHEDULE! ...... Pettiand. Or. Aaaivs Chicago gait Use, Denver, 4 :) p. m. Portland Ft. VYorth.Omaha, Special Kansas City, 8t. 1:20 a. m. Loula,Cbicagoand via East. Huntington. At'entlo St. Paul Fait Mall. 10 :30 s. at. Express 15 p.m. via Huntington. ft. Paul Atlantis Express. Mia. is. Fast Mall i ;00 p.m. via Spokane 70 HOURS PORTLAND TO CHICAGO TMo Change of Cars. Lowest Rates. Quickest Tim. OCEAN AND RIVER SCHEDULE fBOH PORTLAND. IjOO p.m. All sailing dates t:M a. sa, subject to change For Baa Francisco Sail STcry days Dally Cstosikla Rlr 6 00 b. m Ex.anndaT Stsaasrs. Ix. Bunaar :00 p. m, (atiirday To Astoria and Way Vim p. m. Landings. and FrL Salem, Indepen- ""J""-. denoe, Corrallls and way landings. t:Wni. Tss.sinil.sf. 4p.m. lues.. Thur. uon wZt oa 81. Oregon City, Dayton an3fri and way landings. Iv.Rtparta tasks llvr. Lv.UwIsum 1 ... S:00a.sa. Saturday FrkUr. A. L. CRA1Q, Central Passenger Agent, Portraad.Or. A. K. HOAK, Ag.it. Hse4 Elver.