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What do we know, in truth,
Only that dreams sometimes,
Over the unseen hound we ca
Know that we gained refresni
Whether the dream or wakin
.And that there came a chan?
(What do we know' .ibout oui
3ts toil and pleasure, misery
What shall we know wh?n w<
Perhaps we shall remember
Thar time with sweet or trov
IWL..U wc are wideawake, alu
Donald waa a dog-lover.' Eyeiy
' one else in his home seemed to have
what he or she wanted-all except
him! Father had his bicycle-and
how he enjoyed it!
Mqther had her canary-an ear
splitting, yellow ball ot fluff that
took infinite delight in drowning all
tither sounds but his own. '
Sister Katherine had h?r dolls.
One doll was silly enot:gb. Donald
thought, but Katherine had no end
Of dolls. The sight of his sister's
joy over these foolish dolls made
Donald, sick with envy. That is the
way, but with moro reason, that he
would feel Ii he only had ar ?log!
As the years of his empty life
- went on - seven dull, aching years
had already passed-Donald felt him
self like a hypocrite every birthday
' and Christmas when he asked for
.'what he wanted most."
"Books," his lips said, while his
?ery soul was crying "dog!"
"A sweater-a V-shaped sweater."
"Dog!" demanded tho inner long
"Dog!" and-so on each year until
the eventful year that held the won
derful day. . , -
It was June-full June end vaca
tion just began! The call ol! freedom
Only served to make Donald yearn
afresh for the companionship of a
He hated to go with toys who
owned dogs. He was afraid he would
try to win affection from dogs that
ought hy all divine right to belong
to masters only. Once he had made
Tom Allen's Trixey follow him a
whole mile even wLv-n Tom's whistle
grew ever fainter and fainter. ,T)m
had told him what he thought of a
fellow who. would do a thing like
that, and Donald, with sollen glance,
realized that Tom was right. No,
every fellow must have his own dog.
While Donald was indulging in the
bitterness of his thoughts, Mr. Steele,
his father, came out of the house,
and prepared to mount his wheel.
He felt the tires, and. when he found
them hard and unrelenting, he grew
"What are you going to do to
day, Don?" he asked., "Better cele
brate the first free day."
- "There isn't anything to do!"
Donald answered, lookiag gloomily
over the sun-lighted lawn. "What
?can ? fellow do without-a dog?*'
"Oh/' said father, and he whistled
cheerily. "So that's lt. Same old
"Yes. When I'm a man. I'm going
to set up a dog first thing."
"Better wait to see what your wife
,i Burning tears rose to Don's an
4?ry eyes. They even jeered at his
.longing. He could not stand it! He
would run away! For a day, any
-way, they should seek him and not
find him, then maybe they would at
?leasi respect his sorrow.
fr "With all his worldly wealth (it
was ten cents) Donald slunk from
the house. No one noticed him, and
beyond the iron gates vacation and a
June world lay before him. Seven
miles to the west lay Lake Consola
tion. The name was inviting; be
sides, it had a good swimming beach.
The boys were permitted to go there
alone, for it was a safe, shallow lake,
and the water was sheltered and
warm. Perhaps after walking seven
hot, weary miles, his despair,- would
permit of a bath and the pleasure i}
lt always brought!
So on Don plodded. Perhaps it i
was an hour later when, dust covered j
and weary, he noticed a soft patter
behind him. He turned quickly, and
there, close at his heels, was a dog.
It was a thin, unattractive yellow
animal. Its hair bristled up in an
unkempt, disorderly fashion, and
even Don could see it was just plain
-dog! But, oh! its eyes! Brown
they were, and faithful and loving.
Poor little brute! In all its life,
probably, it had never had anyone
to. be faithful to or to love; but its
heart had never lost its willingness
to do both, and that accounted for its
."Whew!" whispered Don; and he.
Sank down pn the dusty road and
called the dog .to him. The yellow
stranger took time to consider. A
boy. walking away from him held pos
sibilities his heart yeaimed for, but
that his experience had often proved
unreliable. A boy inviting him to
come nearer was another matter.
Boys had ways worthy of inspection
and caution. The two looked long at
each other, and the need in each lov
ing heart sprang into trust. With a
wag of a poor scrub of a tall, the
dog, like, a yellow streak; made for
the outstretched arms; and, with the
satisfied feeling of a long-cherished
desire granted, Don hugged the
small beggar to his heart
"I don't believe you belong to a
living soul," whispered Don. Ap
pearances certainly upheld this be- j
lief; but the dog. with a confiding
.yelp, acknowledged the fact at once.
"Then-for t'?is day-you are
mine!" Th? thin, squirming body
palpitated with agreement.
'Your name is Jingo." Through
the empty years that name evolved
as one eminently fitting for the dog
that-never-was. The present re
cipient gave a low whine of delight
Perhaps he, too, had dreamed of-j
Jingo as the name a dog belonging
to some one ought to have.
"Come on, Jingo!" Don released
the dog, and assumed the kindly,
gruff tone of the master ot a well
about our sleep:
neat or unrest.
g Ava H more blest,
;e when.day was breaking,
. little life
s have passed its portal? /
that we dreamed,
ib?txl vision^ teemed,
Ethel M. Coleman, in The Century.
beloved dog, who did not wish listen
ers to think him weak. "Come on,
Jingo responded, and at such close
quarters that he almost tripped Don
The boy began to whistle airily
and happily. The dog, feeling his
day had come, gave himself up to
all the puppy tricks that his starved
and unloved youth had denied.
He chased a butterfly, keeping an
eye on Don meanwhile. He did not
want to trust too far. He ran after
a squirrel, and then dashed back at
Don's whistle as promptly as if he
had "been trained in the moat select
kennel. Ha pranced and tore around
in circles, in ten minutes he learned
to "beg," and by an innate instinct
common to all animals he began to
look hopefully to Don for something
In return for the begging.
Then did Don regret having left
homo unprovided with food. He be
gan, without hope, to feel pangs of
hunger, and an awful alternative
faced him. To go home av! get food
meant to part with Jinp>? The mis
ery of this sudds'A realization turned
him ill. \ He bent down and clasped
the yellow dog to his breast Had he
courage to die for Jingo!
Well, if death awaited them, at
least they would have their fling
now. Lake Consolation was but a
mile distant. There lay distraction
Cor an hour. They scampered on.
They swam in the warm, shallow
water; they lay and dried upon the
smooth, sunny besch, and then went
In again. Jingo displayed a passion
'or kissing his newly-acquired mas
ter, and also for nipping his bare
inkles with the abandon of a dog
crho had had ankles at his disposal
la the past!
Boy and dog were supremely, ab"
'olutely happy, but hunger and a
ranishing day warned them that
?arthiy joys were fleeting.
At last Don faced the final argu
ment: he was starved to death!
'Come on, sir," he said in so tragic
i tone that Jingo whined, and gazed
enderly Into his master's eyes.
Slowly, ploddingly, the two re
faced their steps. There was no
?utterflies and little sunlight The
vagging tail drooped; the boy, tired
md weak from lack of food, bent and
Slathered the dog to hi3 heart. Both
vere silent now. Jingo grew heavier
ind heavier. He slept trustfully In
he safe shelter of the dim June twi
ight Don's tears fell upon the
ough, yellow hair. They were the j
ears of renunciation.
Then up the road, in the gloaming,
:ame Temptation. It was in' the form
?f a traveling lunch wagon, and was
n command of a smooth-spoken man,
ceen for trade.
"Fine animile, you're got there!"
"Yes," said Don proudly.
"Good watch dog?" )
"You bet!" Had not Jingo watched
"Well, the deg I had last, he used
0 sit on the seat of my wagon and
?ark, while I had to leave now. and
hen for business. I want to get an
ther dog, and I don't mind paying
br him. How about a nice chicken
)ie new and a bottle of fresh, creamy
Did that man recall the days of
lis own boyhood?-the wet hair, the
jmpty stomach that accompany the
runaway bather? All the hunger
.ose in Don at the call, and Jingo
ose, too, sniffing eagerly as he braved
lis little fore paws against his mas
er's shoulders. .
"Make a trade? Chicken pie and
1 glass of milk agin a yaller dog!"
"You said a bottle of milk!" Don
"That's 'fore I got a good look at
:he animile," the man laughed
"How much ic your chicken pie?"
Don asked with dignity.
"How much is your milk?"
"A dime, a bottle; a nickel, a
"Give me a pie and a glass o?
"And what do I get in return?"
"A dime," Don returned, and he
showed his money.
The man picked out the smallest
pie poured out a meagre glass of
milk, and handed them to Don.
The boy put Jingo and the glass
upon the ground in close range: and
Jingo, driven by hunger and unham
pered by self-sacrificing ancestry,
drank that milk as fast as he could
Don gave the glass back to the
man and picked the dog up.
"You won't part with the dog?"
asked the fellow.
"No!" Don spoke sturdi1*', al
though he had already planned Just
how he was to part with his treasure
in a short time.
A half-mile from home Don halted.
The chicken pie was in his coat pock
et-Jingo was noElng it rapturously.
"Jingo-we've-got-to - say -
The yellow dog wiggled from the
SWealth is mental; wealth ii
is, to l)uy just things: a dollar ?
all the genius and all the virtt
!university ls worth more than a
schooled, law-abiding commun!
where dice, knives and arsenic
If a trader refuses to sell hi's
right, he makes so much mor
8every- acre in the State is worth
-From Emerson's Essay on "\
clinging arms. Eoy and ?og wera
on all fours now. .
"I never had such a day!" Don
gave a dull sob.
Jingo evidently agreed with him,
; for he whined pathetically.
me-a mean-sneak-old-old fel
? low, if I give you-the-the cut
' will you?"
j Jingo considered. "Now speak,
sir!" Don took out the little chicken
j pie and held it alluringly close to
I the sniffing nose.
Jingo decided to think well of his
I master, and voiced his opinions in
I shrill yelps.
"Good-by." Tho boyish head was
I pressed against tho shaggy sides.
, "Speak, sir!"
"Slr" spoke in no doubtful terms,
and sprang toward the pie. Don put
it down, waited until the sharp little
teeth had crunched into it, then he
Don could not sleep well that
night; weariness, sorrow and blight
ed affection kept him awake. He
tossed on his bed in his moonlighted
room and thought of-Jingo. Then
upon the midnight air there arose a
deep, full howl, the cry of a wan
derer who sought aid.
Don flew to the window. There
on the bright lawn sat Jingo. He
had digested lils chicken pie and was
reudy for hin master.
, Another howl. Don heard his fa
ther stir in the room beyond.
"Go away, sir!" It was his father's
voice, stern and commanding.
Jingo, like any right-minded dog
who had had a master for a whole
day, answered by a series of defiant
"He'll wake Katherine," came In a
frightened whisper from marama.
Don heard his father going down
stairs. It was time for action.
In white pajamas he ran from the
room, and joined hl? father in the
lower hall. "Father!" a sudden and
awful fear possessed him, "It's only
-Jingo." .?. .-?!*r.. .A??
"Jingo!" " ^wwfla^
"Yes, sir. My dog Jingo."
Mamma was listening from above.
"How did h? become your dog,
Then outpoured the pitiful story,
accompanied by the yelps rind de
manding howls of the outcast.
"I didn't disobey, father. I tried
to unown him, but-you-see."
"Jingo is evidently not content
with his day," father was laughing.
"He wants more. Let's take a look
The door was opened and Don
called. In rushed Jingo, very yellow,
very bristling, very much annoyed
at the delay, but frankly delighted
with his welcome.
Don never understood, but sud
denly mother said, "Let him stay for
It was up to Jingo after that to
make permanent the "present"
And he went resolutely to work.
Never was more love and devotion
wrapped up in a shaggy yellow body.
With good food and proper attention
the yellow hair became soft as silk
and the lean body round and com
fortable.- He guarded everything
that belonged to the family with a
fierceness out of all proportion to
his size, and for him Katherine de
serted her army of dolls. He rol
licked after Mr. Steele's wheel, and
he cocked his head in adoration when
the canary sang. He knew no jeal
ousy or guile, and he was as faithful
as old dog Tray.
But to Don did he give the worship
of his sunny nature. No call could
lure him from his master's side when
Don said, "Here, sir!" To see Don
stalk abroad among the other fellows
with their dogs was a goodly sight,
and it all came from recognizing the
"day" and making the most of it.
Harriet T. Comstock, in Christian
.Paradoxical as it may seem, farm
ers' wives of Berks County, Pa., keep
sweet corn perfectly fresh all winter
by salting it down in stone crocks or
A quadrangular screen, which
opens or closes as a door to which it
is attached at the top ls opened or
closed, invented by a Kansan, is said
to prevent flies and other insects
from entering a house.
Although the name of Pasteur gen
erally is associated with the treat
ment of hydrophobia which he dis
covered, he also discovered the way
to kill the micro-organisms which
sour new wine, and an effective rem
edy against the parasites which kill
silkworms before they spin their co
coons. ^.,J;. -Aift**.^*
At a cost of nearly $5,000,000 the
British Admiralty will construct a
line of huge concrete blocks at Spit
head .to force vessels to use a de
fined channel. Naval maneuvres have
shown that it is possible for small
craft to creep up to the shore at
The beneficial effect of storage up
on the sanitary quality of water is
now well established. A further con
tribution to the data on the subject
has just been made public in the
form of a report by Dr. A. C. Hous
ton, director of water examinations.
Metropolitan water board, London.
Eighteen 4000 c. c. portions of wate:,
divided equally among the Thames,
Lea and New Rivers, were infected
with from forty to S,000,000 typhoid
bacilli. At weekly Intervals bacter
ial counts were made until no ty
phoid germs were found.
3 moral. Tho value of a dollar
goes on increasing in value with
ie of the world. A dollar in a
dollar in a jail; in a temperate,
ty, than in some sink of crime,
: are in constant play.' . . .
i vote, or adheres to some odious
e equity in Massachusetts, and
. more in the hour of his action.
A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW.
There's a picture in the window
Of a little shop I know,
With boys and giris dressed as they were
A hundred years ago.
And since I saw it, 1 have thought,
And keep on thinking how
The children, maybe, will be dressed
A hundred years from now.
Will girls wear caps or farthingales,
Or hoops in grand array?
Will they wear bows like butterflies,
Just as they do to-day?
Will boys wear jackets short, or tie
Their hair in queues? Just how
They'll really look, I'd like to know
A hundred years from now.
What do you think the girls and boys
Will eat in those far days?
Will they be fed on breakfast foods
In many sorts of ways?
Will all the good and tasty things
Be worse for them than rice?
Will ice cream soda make them sick,
And everything that's nice?
Will children's books have pictures then,
Or just all reading be?
Perhaps they'll be hand-painted and
Most beautiful to see.
But when I think of those I have,
I truly don't see how
They can be any prettier
A hundred years from now.
-Sarah ?soble-Ives, in St. Nicholas.
BABIES TO SELL.
pDear me! What do you call
The missionary shaded her eyes
from the setting Indian sun and
peered down the road.
At first, a tent woven of straw
seemed to be walking straight to"
wards her, but soon she saw three
pairs of brown legs were beneath.
She watched with growing interest.
Straight on- they came, and halted
under a spreading banyan tree on the
mission premises. Then the tent be
gan slowly to come down, and settled,
as If for the night.
."Dear ms!" said the new mission
ary again, "I wonder if they are going
to stay here. I must see what they
want-In tho morning." And so
when morning came and the mission
ary felt very brave, she walked out
to call on her new neighbors.
A big man with no shoe3 or stock
ings or hat or shirt was cooking
breakfast in a tiny brass pot placed
upon a few stones. A little girl was
scouring her shining white teeth with
a piece of charcoal.
"Salaam," said tho man, putting
his hands together at his forehead
and bowing almost to the ground. '
"Salaam," said the little girl, shyly,
and then running towards the tent
she pulled away the straw door and
looked as if to say, "Won't you go
The missionary stooped and put
her head inside, and what do you
think she saw? The dearest, littlest
mite of a brown baby lay on the
ground blinking its eyes in the light;
and over in the corner, on a pile of
weeds, lay the poor, sick mamma.
The little girl carried the baby out
side in her arms. "It's a nice, fat
baby," she said, kissing it.
The man frowned. "The gods are
angry with us. They send us only
girls." Then he straightened him
self up and looked at the missionary.
"Will you buy it, your honor? We
are too poor to fill so many mouths,
and this is but a girl."
The sick mamma, hearing the
words, crept to the door. "Oh, Miss
Sahib." she pleaded, "dp take her.
Your face is kind; you will be good
to her. She won't be much trouble.
Soon she will be big and can serve
you. Please take her, Miss Sahib.
Don't leave her," and the face had a
piteous, frightened look.
"I won't buy your baby, but I will
take care of it if you wjjl give it to
me," said the missionary, soberly, for
she knew that every year in India
many little girl babies, which are not
wanted, die mysteriously, or are sold
to wicked men.
"Take her," said the father,
The mother lifted her head for one
long kiss and a parting caress. The
big tears ran down the little sirter's
The next morning, when the mis
sionary looked out, the straw house
was gone, and only a few ashes
showed where the visitors had been.
But the new baby, who one day-God
willing-should go back to teach her
people about the kind heavenly Fa
ther who loves little girls.as well as
boys, slept sweetly on her clean
blanket.-Mabel Lessing, in Chil
dren's. Missionary Friend.
-* " INDIANS.
As I spent two months of the past
winter in California, I thought I
would tell you of some of my experi
ences on the way out. On the second
day after wo left Chicago the scenery
became so very interesting that I
spent most of the time on the obser
vation platform at the end of our long
train. In the morning, after we had
crossed the Canyon Diable, we com
menced to see the mud huts and
adobes of the Indians. Every once in
a while we would catch a glimpse of
tho Indian women in their shawls
and Navajo blankets. Some of them
would have their pappooses strapped
to their backs. We would wave ;o
them, and while some just stared at
us; others would wave back. Outside
of the adobes were their mud ovens,
where they cooked their meals. Fur
ther on we would see thu male In
dians plowing in the fields. They
would stop just long enough to wave
their hands, and then take up the
plows and trudge on. Whenever the
train stopped to get water, the Indian
women would come down to the train
to sell their pottery and bead work.
They would come to our platform
and lift up their wares, saying, "Ten
zentz; twenta-vive zentz," etc. As
they had very pretty things, almost
every one bought something. About
njbon we stopped for about forty min
utes, at Albuquerque, a most Interest
ing place. Next to the station is an
Indian building whero the Indians'
rugs, pottery, baskets and bead work
are displayed and sold. In one cor
ner bf the room I saw a great many
people collecting. I soon found out
the attraction. There was an Indian
woman weaving a wonderful Navajo
rug, and beside her was a tiny Indian
girl weaving a smaller rug on her
own little loom. My smaller sister
was quite interested about her and,
after giving her a few coins, asked
how old she was. She held up six
little copper-colored fingers and then
motioned to find out my sister's age.
It happened that Louise was six also,
and it pleased the little girl very
much. After buying a few things we
went back to the train and started
once more on our journey.
As my letter is already too long, I
will have to finish telling about the
happy times I had In California some
other time.-Marion Hall, in the New
LILY OP THE VALLEY.
Once upon a time, a long while
ago, there lived in a tiny house near
a large garden a fairy mother with
ever and ever so many fair children.
All the children were dressed
alike, In green slippers and stockings,
white suits and white pointed} caps
with a dewdrop shining on top.
' One evening the fairy mother said:
"You may take your small ivory buck
ets and fill them with dew from the-,
flowers In the garden, but be sure to
come home before the sun rises."
Off they started, running and
swinging the buckets In their hands;
instead of working, they began to
teeter, on the grass blades and play
hide-and-seek among the flowers.
And* do you know, they played and
played all that night, and forgot all
about the dew and the Ivory buckets,
till the great red sun could bc seen.
It was past time for going home
and too late to gather dew.
What would the fairy mother say?
"We'll hang our ivory buckets on
these stems, and to-night come and
fill them," they said.
Then they went home, and they fels,
very sorry when they saw how sad
their fairy mother looked.
As soon as the sun went down, they
hurried to the garden. First one lit
tle fairy, then another and another,
tried to pick his bucket from the stem
where he had left it, but lt was of no
use. All the buckets were tightly
fastened to the stems and turned up
They have been fastened that way
ever since, and perhaps if you look in
your garden you will find some of the
fairies' ivory buckets.-Emma L.
Hammond, In Kindergarten Review.
RETURNING GOOD FOR EVIL.
Among the captives carried away
from the land of Israel by the army
of the King of Syria was a little girl,
who became handmaid to the wife of
the captain of the Syrian army. Now,
when the little captive maid found
that her master suffered from a ter
rible illness, she remembered the
great prophet in her own land, who
was ablo to heal people of disease.
And she told her mistress that if
only her master could see the prophet
who dwelt in Samaria he could be
cured. So the Syrian captain went
to the land of Israel asking to be
cured. Now the King of Israel feared
that he had only come to seek a
quarrel. But when the prophet
heard of his visit he sent and told
him to wash seven times in the River
Jordan and he would be cleansed.
But the Syrian captain was too proud
to do as the prophet bade, saying,
"Are not the rivers of Damascus bet
ter than the waters of Israel?" And
he went away in a rage. Afterward
his servants persuaded him to do as
the prophet had said. And he went
and dipped seven times in the Jordan,
and was at once cleansed of his dis
Do, you remember the names of
the Syrian captain and of the prophet
to whom he was sent by the kind
hearted little captive maid?-Wash,
A WISE PROVISION.
If the world were to become bird
less, it is estimated that lt would tak9
only nine years for the bugs and in
sects to eat up all the crops and
orchards, so' that man simply could
not live, in spite of all the sprays
and poisons that ever were or will be
invented. When boys kill birds they
destroy their best friends. If we fool
ishly kill them in order to protect
the crops, we may find that we have
only protected destructive insects,
and that they will eat a- hundred
times more than the bird would have
Perhaps you would like to hear
about the whale I saw on my way to
Maine this summer. We were sitting
on the deck of the steamer when,
away in the distance, we saw a large
jet of water shoot into the air. The
people all hurried to the side deck,
and when the fountain of water had
stopped we could see the whale. It
looked like a large, black rock pro
jecting from the water. Every once
in a while it threw up jets of water,
j until it was lost to sight.-Helen
Henderson, in the New York Tribune
Seven Sisters in Wedding Party.
Mrs. John Sweeney, 1579 Kenmore
avenue, and seven of her eight daugh
ters helped to make up a unique Wed
ding party Wednesday night when
two of the daughters-Miss Kather
ine and Miss Alice-were married in
St. Mary's of the Lake Church to
Thomas J. Hyland and Gerald Dunno
respectively. Because of tho close
family resemblance between the
young women-much facetious appre
hension was expressed by spectators
lest thc young brides to be experi
ence embarrassment at the altar.
The brides were attended by tho
twin sister of Miss Katherine, Mrs.
Walter Birmingham,.while four other
sisters fell in line as bridesmaids,
one sister being ill. The bridesmaids
were all similarly attired.-Chicaga
A horse can live twenty-five days
without solid food, merely drinking
water; seventeen days without either
eating or drinking, and only five days
when eating solid food without drink
So many women complain that the
patent fasteners on the garters, which
are attached to the corsets, tear out
the stockings, but there is a claver
woman who has found a way out of
the difficulty. She sews-two bits of
white tape to the top of her stock
ings and places them so they are
each just where the patent fasteners
usually come in contact with the
stockings. She then removes the
fasteners from the garters and uses,
in their steady little pieces of ribbon
which match the color used in her
corset cover. When she puts on her
stockings in the morning she slips
the ribbon in the loop of the garter
and then through the tape in her
stocking, tying the end in a neat
Not only does this method save
the stockings and lengthen their
period of usefulness, but it makes a
pretty finish far more dainty than
the patent fastener could possibly
The form of the arrangement
might even be varied. Brown tape
might be fastened on brown stock
ings, and one might even have a bit
of brown ribbon. Again, a button
hole might be worked in the top of
the stocking, in which'case the tape
might be dispensed with. Surely it
would be better to even go to that
much trouble than to spend count
less hours in the uncongenial task of
mending slipped threads.-Pittsburg
Webster defines the word as
"treating guests with generous kind
ness" without reward; "liberal en
tertainment." I have often noted
the slurs cast upon poor anxious
Eible Martha. If the truth were told,
she deserves more credit than her
spiritually minded sister, who sat at
Kis feet unconcerned as to the prep
aration of dinner.
The common heroes of life do not
usually wear the laurels.
Hospitality means a giving our
friends of our common fare, as did
same of caster sugar, th
teaspoonful of baking po1
ounces of glace cherries
with buttered paper. Cr
Well whisk the eggs. S
powder, and add the lem
some flour and egg to th<
in. Pour half of the mix
layer of the cherries, cut
mixture. Bake first in a
about three-quarters of a;
the blessed old patriarchs, as they
dwelt in tents.
Sometimes at our house I am
caught with a "meat bone" dinner,
but what matter, so there is enough
to "go around." A pick up meal will
do, If there's enough of it. I am
domantic and like to do things out
of the cut-an'-dried order. Some
times we eat under an oak tree in the
yard. Again we drag the meat bench
to the grape arbor, and Lad and I
serve a sylvan rcpa.-t. Lad is only
ten and never sniffs at my notions.
My pessimistic family say "Oh,
mother, what if worms would fall
into the coffee!" We used to have a
sentimental neighbor who was plain
and toothless, when her patched
stonemason husband came to supper
the meal was eaten Tinder an apple
tree. It was generally bread and
butter and cheese and cold meat-and
tea (clear), for they were old Yan
kees with "icears." I did not poke
fun, but smiled at Darby and Joan,
the counterparts of the ancient York
shire lovers.-Aunt Susan, in tho In
Advanced, But Still Eve-Lilce.
If the changes wrought by electric
ity are stupendous, the changes
brought about by the new occupa
tions and aims of women are scarcely
less so, says a writer in Appleton's.
Within the last twenty-five years
an astonishingly short period for so
great a development-women em
erging from the home, from the old
conventional narrowness of sninister
iiood and the uncertain conditions of
dependency, whether happy or un
happy, have entered almost every
field of activity once sacred to men.
They demanded first higher educa
tion, and obtained It, so that in less
than a generation an unheard-of
thing became a commonplace. Som
ber, intense women of the early sev
enties made it possible in a few short
years for any pink-cheeked child ol
eighteen to enter college and take
her curls and picture hats and airy
graces with her, square waists and
flat heels being no longer synonymous
with a knowledge of Greek.
After they had become trained in
the higher branches the next step was
easy They entered the professions
of medicine, of law, of architecture.
They invaded newspaper offices and
business offices; and there are now
strong signs that they are invading
politics, thouin it is probable thal
they are taking their femininity with
them, according to the evidence ol
Mrs. Cobden Sanderson, who told
in a speech at Cooper Union that the
first remark made by one of her de
voted band, after she had been hus
tled into the Black Maria, was the
immortal "Is my hat on straight?'
As long as women still care for thc
proper tilt of their millinery you maj
scratch a suffragette and find Eve.
Lies About thc Feet.
"I don't see why people always lie
about their feet," said the shoe clerk
as his customer departed after giv
ing him a bad half hour. "I don't
mean on the size of their foot, foi
it's only natural to wish to have, oi
rather to make other people thiuJi
you have, small feet. But why ?
great, burly man with his feet nubbj
with bunions should insist that hi;
shoes never trouble him and that lu
never has any trouble in getting a lit
is beyond me. Why, if I put an ord
inary shoe on such a man he wouk
cuss wita pain, and he knows lt. He
knows also that I have to hunt
around until I find some freak ;shoo
that will fit his misshapen old foot,
but all the time he declares that he
never has bunions or corns like most
people. Women who seem to bo sens
ible enough In all other ways come in
here and declare that they do not
know what a corn is, when they
wince with pain every time I touch
their little toe. When they are forced
to declare that the shoe hurts in one
spot or another they Insist it is be
cause their feet have a shape par
ticularly their own. Sometimes they;
will admit they have a 'little cal
loused place,' but a corn, oh, dear,
no. Sometimes in a thin, lightweight
shoe I can fairly see the'corns hunch
ing out under the leather, but I have
to say diplomatically that the fit ls
'not good,' or that the customer has
a 'peculiarly sensitive foot,' or some
other nonsense, If I want to keep
their trade."-New York Press.
Queen Repairs an Auto.
Queen Helena of Italy probably ia
the only woman automobile enthus
iast who has surprised a baffled
chauffeur by pointing out to him the
delect in a motor. The Queen did
this on a country road near Naples,
and for a couple of weeks all Italy
has been singing her praise. Thus
we see on what a slender thread tho
popularity of crowned heads may
hang. Helena always has been pop
ular in Italy, but it took a little in
cident like this to draw the warmest
expressions of admiration' since sh'i
mounted the throne with King Em
manuel. There was no. chance in he;:
work, either, for it meant only that,
the Queen turned to the advantage
of the moment the experience sh?>
had gained in automobiling with her
husband. Emmanuel is one of tho
most enthusiastic drivers In Europe.
He seldom is accompanied by a chauf
feur, but almost always by his wife.
He has ten cars and every ene of the
ten motors was assembled by him.
When he buys a car an expert work
man attends the royal garage until
re ready six ounces of butter and the
ree eggs, nine ounces of flour, half
rvder, grated rind of lemon and four
cut into halves. Line a cake tin
cam together the butter and sugar. .
ieve together the flour and baking
on rind to it. N?xt add alternately
? butter and sugar till all are. mixed
ture Into the tin, then sprinkle in a
in halves. Next add the rest of the
quick oven, then' in a cooler one for
the King takes the car apart and fits
it together in perfect running order.
The Queen went to watch him at
work one day and found it so inter
esting that he since has enlightei
her as to the construction of all'
cars. Thus when the breakdown oc
curred on the Naples highway tho
Queen was in position to teach the .
chauffeur his business. Thousands of
American women could have done it.
but to the royalty loving minds of'
Europe the fact that a Queen should
know the intricacies of a piece of ma
chinery is looked upon as marvelous,
-New York Press.
Metal buckles appear on many
Many of the new skirts are crossed
in the front.
Voluminous coiffures are predicted
for the winter.
? Wings are larger than .they hav*
ever been before.
Feather trimming upon hats con
tinues very profuse.
There are fewer quill3 on autumn
hats than last year.
A key design of pearls and silver is.
the decoration on a Greek costume of
The close, small hat is ideal for
motoring and among the prettiest of
them are tne feather toques.
There seems to be no limit to the
width o? the barettes being worn
below the knot of hair, at the back.
Few light browns will be used, ex
cept as trimming or for an evening
wrap, the colors being dark and rich.
Among narrow trimmings there are
all sorts of braided designs in one- '
half and three-quar.ter-inch widths In
gold or in blends of all colors or
While the styles are on the soft,
clinging order, the fabrics are as a
rule quite glossy as io surface-no?
stiff or stand-outish, be it understood,
Pale mauve flannel of a very, fine
quality is used for a morning house
gown cut princess that has a panel ex
tending from the throat quite to the
edge of the dress.
Nile green and a shade known as
aubergine' or eggplant are used for
some of the hats. These are won
drously rich in tone. The two tones
are very prominent.
Women are fascinated by the new
ribbed silk-covered hats with their .
traceries of soutache upon the brims
and sometimes upon the crowns, and
with edgings of silk cord.
Dark-eyed women can wear moft
of the brown shades, but she who has
been fair in her youth will, with
profit, select the deeper, richer shades
of brown, rather than- those inclined
The woman who studies effects in
dress never buys a house dress or
even a kimona just because It ia
pretty. She buys a color and design .
that will harmonize with the^sur
rouudings among which it will bs '