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%$ ^'Corporal Green!" theOrderly cried
j$W "Here! was the answer, lond and clear,
M^ FromH threelxpa or the soldier who stoodnear
word the next replied.^
$&1!$l MOyrus Drew!"then a silence fed jgf(
*t This time no answer followed the call
Only his rearmau had seen him fall, A
Killed or wounded he could not tell. ,f |J c'if
There theyatood in the failing light,
For the foe had crossed from the otheraide
That day in the face of a murderous fire.
That swept them down in its terrible ire,
And their life-blood went to color the tide.
These men of battle, with grave, dark looks,
As plain to be read as open books,
While slowly gathered the shades of night
The fern on the hillside was splashed with
And down ui the corn were the poppiesgrew,
-v Were redder stains than the poppies knew
And crimson-dyed was the river'sflood.?**
"Herbert Kline!" At the call there came
Two stalwart soldiers into the line,
Bearing between them this Herbert Kline,
Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name.
"Ezra Kerr'"And a voice answered, "Here!"
"Hiram Kerr!"but no man replied.
They were brothers, these two the sad
And a shudder crept through the corn-field
"Ephraim Deane!"then a soldier spoke:
"JDeane earned our regiment's colors." he
"Where our ensign was shot, I left him dead,
Just after the enemy wavered and broke.
'Close to the road-side his body lies
I paused a moment and gave him drink
He murmured his mother's name, I think,
And Death came with it, *aod closed his yes."
'Twas a victory yes, but it cost us dear
For that company's roll, whencalled atnight,
Of a hundred men who went mto the fight,
Numbered but twenty that answered "HereI"
N. Q. Shepherd.
He was tired of the women of the world
Pierce Haywood decreed unto himself
tired of their wiles, their sophistries, their
deceptions, their very attractions. Was it
because these latter had,in one case.proved
well-nigh fatal to his peace of mindthat
Pauline Irvmg's daik, passionate, soul-lit
eyes pursued him even here in this quiet
country retreat, where he had taken refuge
that the memory of her low musical voice
nestled in the rustling leaves, or sighed
with the sighing of the night wind?
He admitted to himself none of this rea
soning, only Baid that he was tired and
when, the course of his wanderings, he
discovered ine pretty daughter of the mil
ler of the place, a shy maiden of some
-eighteen summers, he turned to her as to a
She blushed when he spoke, and he fan
cied her blushes charming she stammered
when she answered hin?, and he imagined
that rather would he have it thus than lis
ten to any flow of wit from betwixt her crim
She was innocent as the flowers which
she tended in her own garden,and he knew
that she could boast than this no greater
charm. Therefore, the idea came to him
that he would marry her.
He was no wolf in man's, clothing. It
was no difficult task for him to read o'er
80011 the love that he had awakened in this
guileless heart but, take advantage of it to
its own undoing, of this thought he was as
pure as she.
Her sweet face grew very pale when, one
evening, in the shadows, he asked her to
become his wife. A frightened, startled
'look grew in the great blue eyes.
"II to be your wife?" she repeated.
"Why, you are a gentleman, and I"
She left the sentence unfinishedthe
gulf between them was too deep to bridge
over with words.
"You are all that is sweet in woman!" he
-replied. "I am tired of art. I want nature.
Promise me only to be as good, and pure,
and artless as you are to-day, and I prom
ise to try to be worthy of you. Edna do
^you fear to trustyour happiness to my keep-
"You love me then?" she whispered, as
.though breaking an impossibility.
And he, believing that he spoke truth,
Then she flung herself into his arms,
and sobbed out her joy upon his heart. Her
emotion startled himit showed depths to
her nature he had not known she possessed
but he quieted her with his kisBes. and as
he walked home alone, having gained her
father's consent to a speedy wedding, he
-consoled himself with the thought.
"I will be good to her. She will not be
exacting. Of cou. se she cannot be my com
panion in thought, in interest but my
The next month they were married.
Pierce Hayward had been too long a cher
ished member of society not to have a de
sire with eager curioeity to see this hastily
wooed wife. But one woman read the
newspaper announcement, in her boudoir
with a quick, pang of pain. The paper
.dropped from her nerveless hands.
"Married!" she said to herself, over and
over"married! He took me at my word,
then. Yet, may God grant him the happi
ness I have missed, or, rather, thrown away
by a wretched pride and a momentary reck
But among the numerous oalls on the
child-wife was one drawn thither otherwise
than by curiosity.
Edna took the card from the buttler's
hand with no premonition, and read the
.name as she had road the many names
which he had brought her.
"Say to Miss Irving that I will see her
immediately," she said to the man, in whose
august presence she always stood a little in
awe in spite of herselfhe looked so very
superior in his splendid livery. "Another
call, Prince!" she cried, stopping an instant
in the library where he sat and holding the
card before his eyes. "Why, how pale
you are dear! You are ill! Shall I excuse
"No, no! Go at once!" he answered, with
the first touch of impatience in his tone he
had ever shown her, and surveying her
critically as he spoke, with a half dissatis
The face was young and lovelynone
could deny that but there was something
in the general ensemble his artist eye
misseda something which, as she entered
the drawing room and advanced to meet
her guest, who rose, tall and graceful and
exquisitely costumed, gave to Miss Irving's
ftone a gentler accent, as in her heart she
"Poor child! Some day she will need a
friend. If she will let me I will be the
friend she needs."
Let her? Of all her guests, none had
charmed Edna as this beautiful lauv. She
found her telling her of her early life, of
her courtship, and the strange, wonderful
thing Pierce's love seemed to her, and all
the while her guest kept repeating to her
"Will you not come again very soon?s" she
"t said, almost wistfully, when Miss Irving at
.last rose to leave. Of course I will return
i ,your visit first but meanI mean"
\'ir "You mean that you would like we should
be fi tends. I hope that is what jou mean,
for I am quite sure it is my wish."
The sweet smile was mere than Edna
could resist. Impulsively she lifted up the
little mouth for a kiss. 4MM?JSZMr
"Please forgive me," she said I love you
"Can he help loving her?" thought Paul
ine, as she drove homeward. Cpuld I
have believed a week-an hourago that I
would pray thus fervently that all his heart
might be given to another woman?"
Pierce Hayward meant to be true to his
vows, his wife and his manhood but spit9
of himself, as the days wore into weeks.and
the weeks into months, a bitter sense of
suicidal folly overwhelmed him.
He was a cultured, enltivated man of the
world, and he had married a simple child,
whose brain had grasped the rudiments of
a common school education, and had never
He saw her among his friends, and knew
that they wondered that a pretty face could
thus have bewitched him and the knowl
edge of their wonder rankled in his soul.
He saw her side by side with this beautiful,
exquisitely graceful woman whom he had
lovedfor whom (God help him!) his love
would not die. It had been but sleeping,
and his misery warred against the iron
hand of control with which heheldit down.
He did not mean to be unkind, but Edna
detected the impatience in his tone and the
look of annoyance which sometimes swept
across his handsome, expressive faceand
her own heart grew sad and heavy, but,
child as she was, her loyalty kept her si
lent even to her cherished friend.
One day, Pauline went to the house, but
found her out.
"I will wait for her in the library," she
said. "Tell her I am there."
She passed on into the room, expecting
to find it empty but, instead, it was occu
pied by its master. His head bowed upon
the table, his whole attitude was one of
misery which had thown off its mask.
She turned to beat a retreat, but he lifted
his face and saw her.
Gome in!" he said. This is your work!
It is fitting that you should look upon it."
"My work!" she anwered aghast.
"Yes! Whose else? A year ago to-day I
found that you had deceived me. Do you
wonder that, miserable and wretched as I
was, I sought to find a woman who had not
learned the lesson of deception? I was
mad! I bought a pretty toy, and thought
to while away with it my hours of medi
tationte use it as a charm to banish
memory. Instead, it shows me every hour
the falsity of my reasoning, and holds up
to my tortured sight the might have been.
Why do I still love voa? Why do I not
rather curse you? Why do you come here,
day after day. to add fuel to the flame?"
I will never come again, Pierce. I
thought, I prayed, you had long ceased to
love me but in this last moment I will tell
you the truth. I did not deceive you vou
were mad with jealous doubts, and I too
proud to explain to you the truththere
fore I sent you from me. I thought you
would come back I did not dream"
Her voice choked.
"That I could be such a mad insensate
fool," he finished, taking up her words.
"Ah Pauline, my one only love" he
added, under his breath.
"Hush!" Bhe commanded, imperiously.
"Be a man and true to your manhood.
Edna loves you better than I know how to
love, prehaps-better than any man de
serves. She is a simple child honor her
for it. I will not come here more I will
make to her some excuse. Bui, oh, make
her happy, Pierce! What matters it to you
and me? Our happiness is lost, but do not
let that fact lead hezs astray. See I Tall on
my kneesI plead to youI kiss your hand!
By all that is pure in her pure life, do not
let her dream your chains are not of flowers!
It would kill her, as the cruel wind blasts
with a single breath the shrinking, sensi
tive plant. Your soul is noble prove it so.
Be gentle, be loving, be tender. By the
memory of your every hope for the future
by the memory, if that may sway you, of
your once love for meI"
At that instant the portiere was swept
back. Edna stood upon the threshold, but
an Edna transformed from the timid,
shrinking girl into a lioness. Her eyes
flashed her slight figure was almost tall.in
its indignation drawing to its full height
her voice rang out. clear and scornful.
"You need not fear," she said. "I have
only heard your last sentence. I would
not play eaves-dropper a single instant
not even to more thoroughly expose the
falseness of the woman who thus plays
traitor to my husband. Bv the memory of
his love for you. How dare you say that?
He never loved you? Pierce, tell me that
you never loved her!"
She sprang to his side and twined her
hands about his arm.
"Edna," he said, "you are doing the
Another minute and he would have told
her all the truth, but Pauline had by this
time regained her feet.
"Hush," she commanded Lim. "Not a
single word! What conld you say that
would not further wreck her happiness?
Nor would the storm which devastates
her drive our ships into harbor. Goodby,
Edna! Think of me as gently as you can.
We both loved him. Let that plead my
Once her glance fell on his face. Again
it entreated him in it* voiceless eloquence
to leave her in her belief, then she turned
and left them. Without all was dark, but,
thank God! she might yet look within.
The man's own unworthiness smote him
as Edna fell weeping piteously in his arms.
He felt a coward, that he dared not vindi
cate the noble woman who had left them,
but the blow would strike with cruelest
force on her who had done no wrong. His
silence was his own bitterest punishment
but at least he might atone.
Very gentle, very tender he was to his
child-wife. She no longer shrank at an
impatient word, or missed a something in
her life. It seemed full to repletionso
full that when, at the close of one more
short year, God called her to lay it down,
she clung to the sweet boon with arms
close pressed about her husband's neck.
"You never loved her?" she said, in that
last hour. "Tell me, darling!" She tried
to win you from me, but failed?"
"She never tried, my love. She taught
me, rather, to love you."
She thought he meant that he thus had
judged between them, and was content.
"Tell her," she whispered, "that I for
give her now, because she loved you, even
thi ugh her love was false and wicked. Oh
Pierce, how could any woman help loving
They laid her awayto rest, with her baby
daughter on her breast, and they were
honest tears of love, repentance and re
morse, which Pierce Haywood shed upon
the new made grave. Then he went abroad,
and the world, looking at him, said that he
bad lor his wife in very deed, and wond
ered yet the more,
But after two years travel here ed
to go straightway into Paolin Irving's pres
ence. She was alone in the room into
which the servant ushered him, and look
ed up with a great joy in the beautiful
"I am come at last Pauline, my love! my
love!" he Raid, advancing toward her with
She let her weary head fall on his
"And I have been waiting she answered
"waiting always! I thought that I was
tired, but I never shall be tired again."
Their seoret was their own now, and
they belonged each to the other. Yes, the,
secret was their own but, in heaven, did
Edna share it?
Personal Gossip. ft In?
General George Creoke, wSo^fsfl
thrashed the Apaches, predicts a long and
serious struggle with those hostilea during.
the next year or so.
The Calumet club of Chicago, is going to
budd a $200,000 club house, and Boston
money lenders are buying tickets for the
Bishop Biley of the Protestant Episco
pal mission in Mexico has expended $70,-
000 of his own money in promoting the ob
jects of the mission.
At a recent wedding in Ottawa, Canada,
both bridegroom and bride received checks
for $10,000 from their respective fathers,
and the fathers united in purchasing and
furnishing a house for the young couple.
Jesse L. Wartmann, deputy oollector of
customs at Cincinnati, has been suspended
from office on account of alleged deficit in
the government funds in his control of from
$8,500 to $10,000.
Mr. William H. Yanderbilt has added
$500 to the building fund of the railroad
Young Men's Association of Trov, thus en
abling it to begin the ereobon of its con
templated building at onoe.
Josie Mansfield is said to be keeping a
gambling house in Paris, Stokes is said to
have become an exemplary and prosperous
citizen, and Mrs. James Fisk, Jr., is said
to be living in reduced circumstances.
Senator-elect Warner Miller is quoted as
lately writing to a merchant in Augusta,
Ga.: "I assure you the South will never
have cause to regret that I am in the senate.
1 prefer to devote myself to the develop
ment of the unbounded resources of our
common country. I hope the south will
not lag behind the North in this work. I
know that your thriving city of Augusta will
It appears that some ChiistiaD effort is to
be made to save the immortal soul of Mr.
Guiteau. The Cincinnati Commercial
says: "It is said that in one of our city
churches, after prayers for the recovery of
the president, on Tuesday one of the min
isters suggested prayers for Guiteau also,
and they were actually offered. It may be
Christian, but it is quite too utter for everv
President Beid of the university of Cali
fornia is not over popular with the students
who seem to be very ill-mannered fellows,
but he was not so unjustly treated by a cer
tain sophomore whom he charged with haz
ing when he really believed another student,
a judge's son, guilty of it. The accused de
nied all knowledge of the offence. "You
said the president, in a mildlv re
buking way, "that you won't give it away."
"Sir," said the sophomore, with a shocked
expression, "will you please explain that
expression in correct language?"
Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Long
who was one of the victims of the Newport
torpedo disaster, was a son of Robert Cary
Long of Baltimore, but at the dying re
quest of Samuel C. Edes of New York city,
his name was changed by the legislature
of Maryland to Benjamin Long Edes, in
order to keep alive the nwne of the revolu
tionary patriot, Benjamin Edes of the Bos
ton Gazette, whose share in the "tea party
is famous, and whose race in the male lixy
was likely to be extinct. Lieutenant Com
mander Edes was the fifth in descent
Capt. W. McMiokan, of the steamer
Bothnia, has traveled 936,000 miles on the
Atlantic and never lost a man. Su6 a rec
ord rarely falls to the lot of a sailing-mas
ter, particularly if he is the captain of an
ocean steamer and has to deal with a large
number of passengers. With the recent
arrival of the Bothnia in this port Capt.
McMickan completed his thiee hundredth
trip across the Atlantic. On these trips he
has attended altogether to the weUfare of
60,000 passengers, of whom 18,000 were
The grave of "Peter Parley" (Samuel G.
Goodrich) is in a rural grave-yard near
Southbury, Ct., only a little ways from the
Goodrich place. The marble slab at the
head bears as an emblem an open book
with two or three dogs-eared leaves,a
very significant memorial of the pioneer in
children's literature,one who delighted
the children of his time more thanjSt. Nich
olas and all the rest can possibly please the
satiated appetite of the small fry of to-day.
It cost the government more to find out
who bit off Whittaker's ears than it did to
fit out the last Artie expedition, and now it
doesn't know.Burlington Hawkeye.
Postmasters have been directed not to
deliver scurr Ions postal cards. They are
also forbidden to read postal cards address
ed to other parties. Therefore, when you
drop a scurrilous postal card into the post
office, you must acquaint the postmaster
and his assistants with the faot, or they
will be terribly perplexed.Norri8tovm
General Lee is said to have asked a strag
gler whom he found eating green pei .am-
nions if he did not know they wore unfit
for food "I'm not eating them for food,
general," replied the man, "I'm eating
them to draw up my stomach to fit my
Maid of Detroit, ere we"wed
Tell me, can you make good bread?
la the coffee that you brew
Strong and clear, of amber hue? 4
Did you ever comb your hair
Where the weird hash you prepare?
But, first of all, pray tell me, sweet,.
Are you cursed with frigid feet?
It is said that the reason why bigamy 'is
of so rare occurrence in Hungary is that
once on a time a man who was convicted of
this crime was sentenced by the oourt to
live for tw years with both wives. The
punishment was considered cruel, but it
had the desired effect.
It is related that reoently one of the New
York aldermen had an idea. Moved by its
rarity, he hastened to lay it before his
brother Solons. "Gentlemen," said he, "I
think it would add to the attractiveness of
Central Park if we were to import come
gondolas- -say a dozenand place them in
the lake." The idea was favorably received
by all but one. He was the economist of
the board, and in his veins ran the blood
of Irish kings. He rose. "Gintlemen,"
he remarked, "the idea is a good wan, but I
wud make an amindmint. Why should we
buy twelve av thim? It wud be a useless
expinse. I make a motion 4hat we buy two
av thima male wan and a female wan.
Then, gintlemen let naturetake her coarse."
"What kind of a house do you want?"
asked the architect. "Oh," replied the
citizen wearily, "I don't want a house at
all. I just want you to build three tiers of
olosets, likejad oells one hundred and
thirty closets in a tier, and put a roof over
the top tier. I want to put up a house that
will oomain enough olosets to satisfy my
wife. But the architeot, who was a man of
broad experience, told him he would have
to put a thousand olosets in a tier and make
the edifice six stories high, and then his
wife would say when completed that there
wasn't a closet in the house big enough for
a cat to turn round in.-Burlington Haw]t
The New YorK Sutt uses seven presses.
To run the edition ratime for the mail
they print a thousand copies dfjhe paper a
SONG FOE COLD NIttHTS.
He and she sat close together,
Ot O! howsweet it wan! 0
One cold night of wintry weather
0, O! how sweetit was!
Up the chimney roared the fire,
And he drew lus chair stall niehert
With a glance of fond desire
J), O! how sweet it was' 4*
She was winsome n her beauty. I
0. O! how sweet it was!
I And she blushed in modest dutv
0,0'how sweet it was!
With a timid sort of haste,
$* With a beating heart he placed
p% One fond arm about her waist
0,0! how sweet it was!
NASBY IN PARIS.
French DrinksSelling "Articles of Bigotry
and Virtue** to Americana.
D. B. Locke in Toledo Blade, ffrl
The cafes are very peculiar. Paris lives
as much as possible out of doors, for Pans
desires to see and be seen. Therefore, in
front of every cafe, under tasteful awnings,
are chairs and little white sheet-iron tables
there sits Paris, drinking its drinks and
eating its light repasts, from early morning
till very late at mght.
To an American it is a very peculiar sight.
No matter where you go, in old Paris or
new, it is the same, except in the grade of
the people. In old Paris you see blue
blouses and calico dresses at these tables,
and in new Paris broadcloth and silk but
the tables are there on the sidewalk, and
the people sitting by them the same in one
as the other, and very jolly they are.
Paris is the most temprate city on the
globe. There is as great a quantity of
liquids consumed as in London, and per
haps more, but it is of a different kind.
The Frenchman drinks the light wines of
the country, or curious compounds of stuff
that are as innocent as milk, so far as in
toxication goes. He has syrups, something
like those the American druggist uses in
his alleged soda-water, and he either mixes
that with pure water and makes his heart
glad, or, if he is particular about it, he
mixes it with seltzer water from the sy
phon. There are vast varieties of these syr
ups, but they are all alike, except in the
matter of flavor.
Of course there are French drunkards
The brain annihilating absinthe obtains
here, and a seductive fluid it is. It is
the most innocent tasting Btuff in the
world, and does not affect one immediately.
And so the innocent stranger, on his first
introduction to it, taks dose after doso of
it, and goes home wondering why people
are so mortally in dread of 'absinthe. In
the still watches of the night he become
oonvinced that he has been taking somes
thing, and the next morning he, or his
friends, are entirely sure of it. For in the
morning he is drunk, drunk clear through,
and he generally manages to stay so for
some days. Tibbitts, whose experience I
am relating, said it was much cheaper than
Oshkosh whisky, for one night's sitting at
absinthe lasted him a week. There is a
vast quantity of absinthe consumed in
^aris, but it is done quietly and in great
Ififoderation. An American or foreigner
who likes it drinks it immoderately, and
pays the penalty of his folly. The French
man knows exactly how much is safe for
him, and very rarely exceeds lag limit.
1 have seen but one drunken man in
Paris and he was either an EngiBhman or
an American who hadbeen long enough in
London to get spoiled. He spoke English,
and from the style of his clothes I should
take him to be an Englishman, but there
was an especial wobble in his step that pro
claimed the American. I have seen the
same a great many times in my beloved
Drunkenness is impossible on these
kinds of liquids. The wine of the country
is consumed everywhere and in large quan
tities, and its use by all ages and sexes is
It is en every table for breakfast and
dinner, and is everywhere the substitute
for tea and coffee. Containing as it does
a very Bmall portion of alcohol, and as that
is diluted fully a half with water, it cannot
be a very dangerous beverage. Atall events
the French, men, women, and children,
drink it in great quantities and at all hours,
and intoxication does not ensue.
In consequence, this out-door sitting is
made possible by the harmlessness of their
drinks. The climate of New York is adapted
to this sort of thing but, were Broadway
lined with these cafes, with the public sit
ting at the small tables, how long would it
be before a gang of ruffians, filled with the
frightful whisky of the country, would
swoop down upon them and scatter tables
and people? A gang from the bowery, filled
with the fighting whisky of America, or
the soul-searing brandy of the British lands
turned loose up the Boulevard des Ital
ians, or any other boulevard in Paris,
would occasion as much terror as a Com
munist insurrection. But, with the light
wines of France, and the quiet, pleasure
seeking, and pleasure-enjoying disposition
f the Parisian, everything is as quiet and
orderly as could be desired.
There cannot be in city life any sight so
bewilderingly gorgeous or so delightful as
the boulevards either by day or night. The
streets are lined with beautiful trees, and
then the shops and cafes are exquisitely
beautiful, as are their contents. The shops
are almoBt entirely devoted to the sale of
articles of luxury,for theFrenchman, a cute
being that he is, discovered thousands of
years ago that a profit of 500 per cent,
may be made upon articles of fancy, while
the dealer in things essential, which may
not be dispensed with articles of prime
necessity, obtains a beggarly 10 or 20. He
learned centuries since that Madame will
payjany'price for a hatthatpleases her taste,
and wdl do it without question, while she
will haggle an hour over the price of twenty
pounds of sugar or a cut of beef.
Wo to the American, man or woman, who
ventures mto these shops! The shopman
knows the moment he enters that the com
ing victim who in rushing upon his doom
is an American he knows that he has so
much money to leave with him, and no
matter how much knowledge he affects,
that he is as ignorant of the real value of
his wares as a babe unborn.
What should the citizen of Kokomo, Ind.,
Know of the value of bronzes? Nothing
whatever. But he has just made a good
speculation in pork, and he has built him a
two-story house with a mansard roof on it,
and has furnished it gorgeously with up
holstered chairs, and on his floors he has
laid brussels carpets, and his wife and he
are taking their first visit "abroad." Mrs.
Thompson is determined to astonish her fe
male friends and excite their envy with some
"statoos" from "Paree" and she is going to
do it. The pair look critically through the
assortment. They object totheYenus of Milo
because the arms are lacking, and are sur
prised that an imperfect sort of second
hand work of art of that kind can not be
had at a reduced price. The price of a
icture takes their breath away, and Mr.
suggests that a few pairs of
chromos can be had a great deal cheaper,
and he thinks they wil make a better show
than the paintings that are shown them.
Perhaps he is right, when the paintings
that are shown are critically considered.
But Mrs. T. will have none of the" chromo
business. She will \have some
works of art from1
Mr. T. fired with ambition, assents, and
the "works of art" ate bought and raid for
at anywhere from four to toil times their
value, and they retire with them grieved
yet satisfiedgrieved the hole the bur
chase has made in their pooketbook,
satisfied to think what a sensation the pur
chase will make^when they are displayed at
their home in the west.
Thompson anticipates the pleasure of
calling the attention of his guests to these
wonders, and remarking casu&lly.as though
he were a regular patron of art, "O them!
They area few little things I bought in
Paree, the last time I was over. They are
nothing. I only paid 4,500 francs for the
pair. I shall buy more when I go over
again. I really hadn't time to look around."
Clara Belle on Brides.
New York Cor. Oin. Enquirer.
A great many of us are coming back to
town to get married. The flirtations of
July became serious intentions in August,
and matrimonial engagements in Septem
ber,with weddings prospective for October,
November and December. Having settled
the comparatively minor matter of choos
ing a husband, the fashionable girl now
turns her heartfelt attention to getting her
self satisfactorily dressed for marriage also
tobettering her person. She desires above all
things to be at least pretty, if not beautiful,
on that awful occasion, and to accomplish
that purpose she goes through all the -re-
juvenation possible. I met a girl at Sarato
ga who told me that she was trying to fat
ten herself for bridal. The affianced hus
band was an ardent admirer of plumpness,
and she was rather lean. The amount
of oatmeal and cream she consumed was
marvelous, and she lolled around all day
long, refusing to dance even, for fear of
working off an ounce of flesh. A month of
that kind of treatment increased her weight
nine pounds but it didn't improve her ap
pearance, to my mind, because she had a
fat, porky look in her face, and her skin
became bad from indigestion. The wiser
system commonly adopted by affianced
wives is a plain, nourishing diet, plenty of
exercise, and long, regular hours of sleep.
These brace her up in health, and an im
proved appearance is the consequence. In
addition to these measures, she does all
the aititicial beautifying that may be possi
ble in her particular case. Her mouth is
repaired by a dentist if there is anything
that can be done to her teeth, and it is as
tounding what the dentists of the present
day can accomplish in the way of whiten
ing and straightening. If any ot the natur
al teeth be gone, or in such a condition as
to make extraction advisable, then false
ones are cleverly adjusted and the prac
tice of making these not quite
perfect, either in shape or color,
has become so cemmon that
the false can hardly be distinguished from
the real. She goes to a manicure aud pedi
cure, who fixes up her hand*andfeet, shap
ing and burnishing Hie nails, removing
cornB and callous spots, and smoothing the
skin with lotion. This part of the work
sometimes includes the removal of hair
from the arms and legs, for most brunettes
are subject to too much hirsute growth.
The sensible girl will omit this, and let her
husband see the defect, if it be one, while
she is a brand new wife, and not go to him
smooth as alabaster, only to become hairy
after the charm of novelty is gone from her.
The best thing she can do for her complex
ion is to eschew paint, and let a physician
endevorto drive the humors out of her
blood. This should be done long enough
before the wedding, for the purification al
most always temporarily roughens the skin.
Turkish baths are now fashionable for girls
near matrimony, the belief being that they
impart a healthy softness and glow.
Mothers May Read These Hints.
From the Eoaton Transcript.
When your daughter per!ormea a task in
an ill-fashioned manner, always say,
"Thera!" I might as well have done it my
self in the first place," and then take the
work out of her hand and do it
yourself. This will encouage
the girl not to try to do the thing next tune
she is set about it.
Never permit your son to have any amuse
ment at home. This will induce him to
seek it in places where you will not be an
noyed by bis noise.
There is no place like home. Impress
this truth upoa your children by making
home as disagreeable and as unlike any
other place as possible.
Never neglect the lock on the pantry.
Some boys have probably turned out first
class house breakers all on account of this
judicious treatment in early childhood.
Never permit your children to contradict.
Let them know that that is your peculiar
In chiding your children's faults, never
forget to mention how much better the
Jones children behave. This will cause
your little ones everlastingly to love the
Take frequent occasion to tell your chil
dren how much more favored their lot is
than yours was rhe you were a girl. It is
always pleasant to children to be constantly
reminded of their obligations.
Don't let your son indulge in any kind of
outdoor games. Keep him to his books. It
will make a great man of him Borne day, if
he should happen to live.
Your girls should never be permitted to
romp. Let them grow into interesting in
valids, by all means.
Be gentle and courteous before company
but if you have a temper, let your children
have a taste of it as often as cenvenient. A
mother should never practice deeeption
upon her brood.
Talk s'ightly of your husband to your
boys and girls. This will make them re
spect their father.
Tell your child he shall not do a thing,
and then let him tease you into giving your
consent. This will teach him what to do
on subsequent occasions.
Make promises to your children, and
then neglect to keep them. This will lead
your children not to keep too much reliance
upon your word, and shield them from
How to Pnrnun a Bed Room. j..
From Potter's American Monthly.
A bed-room should impress the observer
with the idea of a dainty cleanliness reign
ing supreme in every part of it, while the
prevalence of cool, soothing tones of color
suggest repose and rest. The paint might
be delicate chocolate, the walls soft pea
green no color equals green for giving rest
to the eyes, and its paler tints it offers a
pleasant sense of coolness during the most
sultry days of summer, while they are free
from the suspicion of ooldness seen in
many of the gray shades commonly used.
Light colors make a room appear larger
than dark shades. Woodwork painted
chocolate, and cream walls look well with
bright-blue furniture coverings and
curtains, or maroon paint and citrine wall
with deep-blue. A wall of a pale tone of
blue and sage-green wood-work well har
monize with furniture coverings bearing a
design of autumn-tinted leaves. Stained
boards are without doubt best for bed
rooms a square of carpet covers the the
center, leaving three feet face all around
the room. Dust invariably collects under
furniture and chairs, dresses and draughts
of air sweep up into the corners but the
boards.being without covering, allow of its
being easily taken up with a duster. Then,
there ii no difficulty in the way of its being
often shaken no tacks have to be takem
out or hea^y wardrobes moved, so that there I
is no possible excu for its being left
down till the dust accumulates thickly.
FKOJI BEER TO A BARQ8:r|^
The Career of the Majorlbanks Family and
Other Engllab Brewers.
From the Utica Observer.
The first English beer lord has been cre
ated in the person of Sir Dudley Coutts
Majoribanks, the London brewer, whom
Gladstone has just made a baron. He is
not the first brewer, however, to reach the
beerage, since Irish Sir Arthur Guinness
of Dublin stout fame was last year made
Lord Ardilawn. Very many English brew
I ers, notably the Basses, have been knight
ed, oreated Baronets, etc., but Sir Dudley
is the first to rise to the house of lords over
the vats. The father of, this new beer was
a Scotch lad who came to London many SKJ
years ago with a letter of introduction to
Banker Coutts, setting forth the bearerand 'fP:
urging that he be appointed to a place in &mpK
one of the East Indian branches of the Wf'
bank. The old millionaire took a fancy to l/m
1 boy and asked him one day. Rfe'
What would you say to enter- iStP"**
ingmy counting-room here, instead of be
mg exiled way off in India?" The boy's
eyes glistened with pleasure as he heard
these words. He stayed in London, rose
to be senior partner of the bank, and left |%p^a
a fortune of over 600,000. For his son,
Dudley Couttsnamed, we need scarcely
say, for the benefactor of his youthhe
bought a third interest in Meux' brewery
in London, aninterest which has been worth
for many years quite $200,000 per annum. 3
The new Beer has been more celebrated f'%
for the profuseness of his hospitality and
the aristocratic tendencies of his family y*
than for his abilities. His Hyde Park
mansion is one of the finest in London, V^,
and his eldest son marned the Duke of Ji
Marlborough's daughter, while his eldest W
daughter is wife of the blue-blooded John
Campbell Gordon, Earl of Aberdeen. The 1
brewer is now as completely merged into
nobility as possible, and doubtless trusts
that a few generations of titled ease will Ue.
wash every taint or plebian trade from his T?
escutcheon. But long before the majoxi-^jp?
banks reach this exotic state the plain: ft
people of Great Britain will probably havg,
soured apon the whole system of Lords. ""4,/
yjFarmer's Home* Are Generally Unheal
David.'SfcuartmJtheNew York Times. ara^S
But we must consider those defective
conditions which surround the homestead,
and which too often oblige the farmer and
his family to breathe a poisonous atmos
phere. The most robust health will give
way to the constant sapping influence of
an unwholesome atmosphere. The most
frequent source of danger exists in- imper-
fect disposals of the household wastes. Pu
trifying slops from the kitchen too often
saturate the soil about the house cess
pools give off foul gases, and sometimes
actually drain into wells and cisterns or
springs from which the domestic supply
ef water is obtained. Drains W9ll laid and
carried to a safe outlet maybe without
effective traps, and a back current of drain
gas may imperceptibly flood the house.
The cellar may be damp and impregnated
with mold, the spores of which, when tak
en into the stomach, produce vomiting and
dysentery. Food kept in such a cellar is
poisonous to a weak stomach unable to re
sist the increase of tnofee vegetable genus
known as Sarcma nentriculi, and whioh
cause those disorders of that organ and
the bowels which result in vomiting, diar
rhea, and dysentery. So that these com
mon summer complaints may, in many ca
ses, be caused directly by mold-spores in
the food. Besides these dangers there are
those which center around the
manure-heaps and the barn-yards the
crowding of shade trees around the dwell
ing and the location of the house upon low
ground where damp air settles down from
hill sides. It is supposed too often that
bad smells may not be unwholesome, and
farmers are apt to think the fragrance of
manure in the barn-yard as one of the
creditable adjuncts to good farming. But
wherever decomposition and decay are pro
pressing there unhealthful influences are
abounding, and we recognize these by their
disagreeable odors, intolerable to many
sensitive persons. The sense of smell is
one of the instincts which warn us of dan-
turns. It is not difficult toprevent all these
noisesome 6cents in the barn yard and the
stables. A few barrels of plaster purchased
annually, and spread about these places,
will absorb and fix all these vapors, and
will turn them to their proper uses as fer
tilizers of the soil. SHnhght is the great
life preserver and health giver. A dense
shade may produce a grateful coolness, but.^f^
as we have already baid, dangers lurk even a&~,
this, and where there is coolness there.
is dampness and every evil work belonging
to thiB unwholesome condition. A few? 4,
trees about the house, but not overhanging^
it, are desirable, but they should not be BO:'
close as to prevent the free circulation of|''
air and the blessed sunshine. Finally, the
location of the house should be upon per-if
fectlydry ground, and higher thantheM? i
barn yard and any other possible Bouroe of-f^,
danger. When the site of a dwelling needsW^
drainage it is suspicious, and although^*
thorough drainage may dispose of the ob-g.i'|
jection, yet such a site should never be se-l^fi
^st lected if a better can be possibly secured.
From the Boston Transcript
The Hand-Painting Craze. ag^^Jw
Never before was there such a lage foivu^
industrial art work, particularly in the do- \t^
main of painting on porcelain and silk and'^
satin, as seems about to set in this/autumn.kcv
Cultivated people at the more secluded andlfii
select seaside resorts are reported to have^P|i|p
had hand-painting on the brain this sum-^M^
mer. Nearly everything they wore wao.^ffp^i
"hand-painted," and they would as soon?i!#
have thought of admitting a horrid chromo^fyL
or engraving into their cottages as a vase^^w.^^
or an article of furniture decanted other-fjlfif ^11-
wise than with the brush. People who^Sir& 4"
have returned early from Europe report
that hand-painting apparel is the very latest
and newest thing among the "nobbiest of
the nobs" in both London and Paris, and
that the most "utterly utter" fancy of all
is 01 a lady to paint designs of her own on
her parasols, ribbons, draperies and so on
A lady artist in Philadelphia says the ten
dency of designs this season will be toward
the quaint and whimsical. An owl on a
branch, or a wrecked hull with a croaking
frog in sight and the moon overhead, will
be one. The Castle of Chillon telling the
story of Byron's poem will be a popular
sketch. The figures painted on dress goods
will be mainly flowers, birds and insects.
"This is a sample of Frencn organdie with
painted clusters of moss roses, as yon see,"
she said, while displaying some of her hand
iwork, "and I am about painting gladioli
and other flowers for Mr. Wanamaker on
some of the new moire antique silk stripes _JkiV
which he has imported f^rom Eorepe-,^sttd "'**,n
which are to-be all the rage. The goods
will be sold by the yard, but, of course,can
only be pnrohasea by the wealthy, and tho
dresses, when made up, will be hand
painted all over." Gentlemen's neckties
are to be painted this season. A great
feature in household decoration will be
tne introduction "potpourie aramatiqae,'*
or the old-fashioned "sweet iarg^vfi&l