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FOR HOME AND WOMEN
,ITEMS OF INTEREST FOR MAIDS AND MATRONS. Bomne Pen Plctures of Current Fashlonm - Blaok and White Efeet.--This Col. lege Olrl Is O. K.-Donet for Mbi tresse--Cooking School. Take Me, I'm All Thine Own. This hand is free, this heart is pure. It beats for thee, and only thee. Until I saw thy winning face I loved not, and was fancy free. I loved thee, and if thou canst say You live for me and me alone That I dwell in your heart of hearts- Then take me, I'm all thine own. I love thee! (leeply, truly love; For thee my life I would resign! But I reqluie in exchange A passion that will equal mine. A queen I'd in 1lhy hoscn reign, Without a rival near my throne. If thou einist this condition meet, Then take me, I'm all thine own. 'Tis heavenl when two are joined in love So deeply that 'tware death to part; But, oh, t'were dea:th if I were doom'd To live on a divlded heart! If thou shouldst ever slight my love, The crime thou never couldst atone But perish thought so base as this! Take, take me! I am thine own! This College (Grl Is O. K. A college, girl, slipping down to New York last mouth for a Sunday at home, found presently her seat in the train shared by a young man. His appear anee betrayed his species-the sort in whom assurance; is developed at the expen e of breeding-and in a few mo meent; his conduct tallied with his look s. Fii.ding that staring and smiling were ignored, he offered a newspaper to !i is companion, which was declined by a nod of the head; then a maga zine, also declined. UIndaunted, he hiazarded the renl ulrk that the winter .was very mild. No notice was taken of this intircaling statement, but he followed it wilth othlrs.sugg.sting that the train was crowded, the manage ment of the road poor to permit it, ar rival in New York might be delayed, and several other equally important communications. Finding that silence was to be no protection to her, the young woman finally turned. "I see," said she, "by the motion of your lips that you arc talking. As I am stone deaf it will 'do you no further good to continue the convers:ation." Tie young man rcc ;ognized his Waterloo, and fled incon ;tinently to another car.-IIarper's Ba ear. lcltek and WVhlto EIPlects. SBlack and white effects are more ,prominent than ever among the new gowns in sight. White organdics are tnade up with wide insertions of black Chantilly or French lace, and the new gown of any sort, which has no touch of black or white, or both, is the ex .eCption. Even the light cloth gowns, [elaborately trimmel with cream lace. iwhich lhave no black at any other point, will have square black velvet bows on the front of the bodice, pos ~ibly down lhe front of the vest, if there is no othelr available space. Black vlvett rosette(s and streamers will also supply the crowning touch of distinction to many of the summer .gowns. An important feature of the new (thin gowns which must not be over looked is their sleeves. They appear in great variety, but the most faish lonable are the elbow sleeve, which appears with or without a cuff, but is generally finlished with a frill of lace :or of cihffitn, widor at the back than Sis at the front., and the new lin gerie sleeve, whiich is a sleeve which ends j.ust bilow tih elbow, From this point tiott emner.tos a full utldorslet.v' of sot.': thin fabrlic or light texturt , !conllint d in a cuff or finished with a Iruflle. A llnt its to the Teeth. Sound tCbth not only add to one comfort, but they prevent diseas . 'dany diseases of the eye, car and cav Ities of the head are traceable to un sound teeth, and there is not a disease to which tih body is liable that is not at3'avated by an unhealthy condition of the teeth. Eye diseases are espe eally common as the results of poor teeth. These affections may vary front a simple dimness of sight to total blindness, the symptoms, however, esually disappearing when the teeth are attended to. Poor teeth are,more ever, a common cause of indigestion, Sor good digestion can take place only when the food is thoroughly masti Cated and this demands sound and healthy teeth. Proper care of the teeth during childhood often means preven tion of much trouble later in life. A physician desiring to aucert.tin the per lentagte of thildren who ctlo d for their teeth lproperly,distri! buto, Iprinted slips In a school, having tlhe que'stions: "lI)o 'out cleanse your t,,t th with :t bre 'i terey day?" "Do you teli';nse your teeth with a brush twice a tidy? Of 0 pluptils only ififty e'le'in ol their teeth twice a day, 275 used the br sh sometimes and 175 did Inoit evenl own a:i brush. 'lThe l'ower', of Itt, Thing,. It is the little Ihings that cotunt in life. In the lhousehold. in the daily tx. penditures of life and in the necessary buying for personal belongings, which is every woman's lot, the largo sumn outlayed for an article of size does not eat into the hoard half so much as the -zne and one tiny articles which must t had, and which seem so little and _ts4gnificant by themselves that they tre thought ttnwirthy to be counted, but which end ',v making the entire sum laid out for the "sundries" van lsh, alid not infreqiuently take a good saled slice out of some other division. St he same way the "little things" are FOP SUM!MCJ -AFTESRNOON. .f ý M.·~.· I I ' I '1 \-i the very marks of that refinemen which is desired by every woman as characteristic. The gown may be ele gant, the hat expensive, but the littl details, a well-fitting shoe, a nea glove, the fresh ribbons or laces, a] these things tell the invariable tale o delicate taste and a knowledge of th effect of dress which is the essence o style. Don'ts for Mistresses. Don't put your maid in an uncom fortable room to sleep. Make it at tractive. Don't ignore the fact that she need: some time to herself to mend he: clothes. Don't think she will respect anm obey you if you never show any con sideration for her feelings. Don't forget to give her occasiona outings in addition to her regular aft. ernoon and evening out. Don't think she is neglecting hei duty if she doesn't happen to be occu pied every minute of the time. For Summer. if Evenings. A Nursery Measure. The yard measure is a new and semi useful nursery accessory. Of course, the baby could be measured with a common every day footrule or a tape measure. but the fastidious mamma thinks growth is too important a sub ject to be treated in a matter of fact way, and she measures Teddie's or Marjorie's inches with a long, broad, flat piece of wood, which has inches and feet plainly marked on one side and pretty pictures and verses painted on the other side. Our Conking School. Fortunately veal is most plentiful at just tlhe season of the year when our appetites need coaxing, and new ways of serving are sure to -be welcome. Veal Scallop-Two cups of cooked veal chopped very fine and seasoned with salt and pepper. Fry two tea sporlonfuls of minced onions in two ta hllcpoonfuls of butter until yellow; add two cupfuls of strained tomato, salt, pepper and a teaspoonful of su gar; when it boils add one-half a cup ful of stale bread crumbs and stir smooth. Fill a buttered baking dish with alternate layers of veal and to mato; sprinkle buttered crumbs over the top and bake twenty minutes.- Margaret Saunders. , Veal Ragott--Gut three pounds of lean raw veal into t'fnbh square pieces; roll in flour and fry to a light brown in butter; add a quart of boiling water, one peeled and sliced onion, one carrot sliced, one teaspoonful of salt, a dash t of cayenne and three cloves; cover closely and simmer one hour. Turn from the kettle, strain the liquor and return this and the veal to the kettle; add more water and salt if necessary, I and when it boils enough peeled pota toes for dinner and finish cooking. Serve in a warm dish with potatoes around the veal, and with the liquor thickened for a sauce. Veal Pot Roast-Remove the bone from a fillet of veal and fill the cavity with a forcemeat made of a little minced salt pork and stale bread crumbs, seasoned with salt, pepper and a little thyme or summer savory, and fasten securely with skewers or cord. Put some thin slices of salt pork over the fire in a Scotch bowl or frying pan and when the fat flows freely brown the veal nicely on both sides; then cover with boiling water and simmer until tender, removing the cover half an hour before it is done. Serve on a hot platter with stewed green peas around it,and accompanied by a brown sauce made with the boiling liquor. Parsley (minced) is a delicious flavor for both the stuffing and sauce. "The Sign of the Cross." A novel addition is to be made te the structure of Grace church, San Francisco, in the shape of a cross of electric lights to shine nightly from the tower of the church. The emi nence upon which the church stands, and the height of the tower will make the cross visible in every part of the city, and far across the bay. The wires will be so arranged that every side of the symbol will be perfect in form, so that there will be a cross shining to the four points of the compass. The novel display is the gift of Mrs. Wil liam H. Crocker, who has not only arranged for its construction at her expense, but has also contributed an endowment for the perpetual main tenance of the light.-Living Church. Art Is Long. Artman---Crayon portraits are abominable. I'd rather be done in oil. Speckman-Well, I wouldn't. I was done in oil once. Artman-Ah! but perhaps the one who did it was not a real artist. Speckman-O! he was an artist in his line, all right. He was a crafty broker. Content. "Did you say they made fun of my speech?" said the statesman with the unwavering self-esteem. "Yes, I'm sorry to annoy you, but "Oh, it doesn't annoy me. You knop.y you can't be sure anything is a real'work of art until somebody bur lesques or satirizes it." Oi.IIv Named St. Helena Pinnacles. The Island of St. Helena is a great place for caves and hills. Geograph cally speaking, the island is largely, if not wholly, volcanic, and a lot of extinct craters are apparent. Some of the pinnacles have names, such as Lot's Wife, the Man and the Horse, the Asses' Ears and Holdfast Tom. It Gilds Her Charms. "They say the Philadelphia stenogra pher who. has Just inherited $50,000 is very plain." "She.can't bewith all that money." --Ceveland Plain Dealer. The Beloved Color. Larry-Ye hav a frog in ye'er throat Denny-Yis, but he is grane. ThE MAGIC QUILT A JUVENIIE STORY BY MARY CAROLINE HIYDE In a little house on the edge of a wootthere livedRbsalie and her baby sister Elsie. The hogse was built of logs and'had but one 'rqoinm ,one win dow, one ddor and L big chimney pushing its ~ajy through a niserable roof' f thatch. Rosalie shivered when ever the little sister awoke, for she knew that each meal brought them so much nearer the end of the food. There were but two potatoes left and only a crust of bread. Elsie awoke crying hard for something to eat. Rosalie gave her the crust and set the potatoes to roast ing in the ashes of the big fireplace. Against the panes of the one window there had been a feeble drizzle all the morning and now it began to pour in torrents, and Rosalie and Elsie were forced to the chimney place to keep dry. Even here the raindrops some times managed to find the way and sputtered and hissed as they fell on the fire. Rosalie went to a large wood box and flung handful after handful of dry sticks on the flames. There came a pound upon the door as if someone were hitting it in a great hurry to get in. Rosalie crept cautious ly to the window and looked out. All that she could se at the door was an old woman, in a high, peaked hat and a patchwork quilt pinned over her shoulders to keep off the rain. "Poor old creature," cried Rosalie to herself, and she flew to the door to let her in. The old woman made a low courtesy and entered hobbling. Her face was wrinkled and very ugly and her feet were quite bare. She made her way across the room to the fire place where she sank wearily upon a bench. "I am sorry for you," said Rosalie, pityingly. "I ought to have opened the door sooner," and she looked at the water dripping from the quilt and making little pools on the floor. "Bless you, my child," responded the old woman. "I was doubting if you would let such an ugly old woman come in at all." "Indeed I would," said 1.bsalie hon estly. "I am very sorry for you. Won't you please take off your things?" and she glanced from the dripping quilt to the high, peaked hat. The old woman's eyes almost twinkled as she unfast ened the quilt and laid it on the floor, but she did not take off her hat. "She is hungry,"~ thought Rosalie, swallowing her own hunger. "Won't you have this roast potato?" she said aloud, and drawing it out of the hot ashes, she broke it open, sprinkling it with salt and handed it to the old wo man. "My child, you are very good," said the old woman, seizing the food and eating it so greedily that soon nothing was left but the crisped, brown shell. "I am very sorry for you," said Rosa lie," "but we have no more potatoes. Perhaps when my father comes home from the war we shall have plenty. I wish he would come soon, but he is far away." As Rosalie said the third time, "I am sorry for you," the old woman's face grew actually lovely. "My dear child," she said, "I have been clear round the world to find some one to say to a poor, ugly, old woman: ' I am sorry for you.' At last I hear it from a little girl, who gives me shelter and her last mouthful of food. Do you know that these words, three times repeated by you, have broken my wretched enchantment? I am once more myself and you shall be rewarded. This quilt I lend you. It is in six blocks, and each block will yield you a wish. After I leave, touch each block with your hand, and all is as you command." Speaking thus, a marvelous change was taking place in the old woman. Her bent and shrivelled body was be coming upright and beautiful, her peaked hat had changed to a crown of gold, and her coarse and ragged gown to a dress of filmy primrose gauze. She was now a lovely fairy. With her staff transformed to a fragile wand studded with jewels she touched the quilt and said: One, two three, I bid thee Be good To Rosalie, As she To me. Then with a shimmer and flash that lighted the dull room like a burst of sunshine, she floated toward the fire place and vanished up the chimney. At this instant the rain ceased. Rosalie gasped with astonishment at all these phenomena, while little Elsie clapped her hands with glee at the pretty transformation. "Oh, Elsie! isn't it wonderful!" cried Rosalie at last. "And the quilt; she left it to us. How beautiful it is! . is made of velvet and silk and quilt ed with gold! What was I to do with it, Elsie? To wish? Let me see; I will wish right away. What shall it be for?" and she laid her hand upon a red silk block covered with round symbols of orange velvet. that sugested gold to her. "I wish, I wish for money good, to buy us each some hearty food." As her fingers pressed the block she felt lying snugly in the cotton wadding several coins. In a moment she had seized the scissors to rip the block open, when out there rolled from it a dozen' gold pieces, while the block it self became detached from the rest of the quilt and flew up the chimney. Elsie laughed and -clapped her hands again at this queer sight, and Rosalie, her face flushed with delight, gathered up the coins and tried 'to count their value. This was impossible, for she %- ,Wanr seen so much money before, Bo she hid it, all but one coin, folded the quilt most carefully and put it into the chest that had been her mother's most valued piece of furniture. Then tying on Elsie's bonnet, she started with her to the village to buy some food. '.I guess maybe you've heard from ,your father?" said the baker, of whom they' bought some bread and cakes. "When is he coming home?" "I don't know," said Rosalie, and the coin went into his till, without his having any ide:;, of its origin. The basket filled with food was heavy, and Elsie walked very slowly, so that it was nearly dark when they reached their lonely home. Elsie was heartily fed and tucked into her cradle with a plum-jumble to munch upon, while Rosalie put away her new stock of eatables and tried to decide what next to wish for. "I think I had better wait till morn ing and take all night to choose what It shall be," she said to her sister, who was already asleep. "How nice it woiid be to wish for a new house, made of stone with a tight shingle roof and a vine growing over the front porch." Rosalie, by the light of the still crackling fire, drew the quilt from the chest, pressed her fingers upon the second block and wished for a new home supplied with every comfort in side and out, to say nothing of the vine over the front porch. Like the first, the second block ripped itself free from the rest of the quilt and flew up the chimney. Even as Rosalie refolded the quilt and put it in the chest, there seemed something unusual going on about her; but she went to bed without trying to see what it was, and strange to say, was at once asleep, not to waken till the sun,an hour high, looked in through the windows of her pretty new home and aroused her. Elsie, too, was awakened by the bright sun, and, sitting up in her bed cradle, laughed to see herself in a fine new room. Her cradle and the chest in which Rosalie kept the quilt were the only things unchanged. "Isn't it beautiful here, now?" ex claimed Rosalie. "I wish father were here to help us enjoy it. I am going to ask the quilt to write him a letter for me, because I don't know just where he is, and tell him to come home this very day, if he can." She opened the chest, drew out the quilt and, laying her hand on the third block, said: "Dear quilt, won't you please write father a letter, and tell him he'd better come home and see the new house of stone you have built for us alone." immediately there shifted out from the edges of the block a letter stamped and addressed to Rosalie's father,while the block fluttered loose from the rest of the quilt and sailed across the room to the new fireplace, up which it dis appeared. "Dear!" exclaimed Rosalie, picking up the letter, "why didn't I wish it sent directly to father; he won't get it for a long time if I send it by the village post," and touching the fourth block, she said: "Please, quilt, speed today, father's letter on its way. Bring him ere night to his daughters, two, as you know so well how to do." Nn sooner had she said this poor lit tle rhyme than the letter vanished and the fourth block followed the others up the chimney. She put what was left of the magic quilt again into the chest and began at once to get everything ready for her father's return. During the day no one came, but to ward nightfall there was a heavy step upon the new front porch. Rosalie, watching, knew it was her father and hurriedly opened the door to find him standing there, his hand covering his eyes. "Oh, father!" she cried, "I knew yoti would come; the quilt never fails. Why do you cover your eyes?" "I am just off the battlefield, Rosa lie," he said, "where a shot destroyed my sight. The rest I cannot tell you about, only that I am here. If I could only see you and Elsie, we would never complain." "You shall see us, father," said Rosa lie, taking his hand and leading him across the room to the chest. "Feel this, father, it is all that is left of the quilt. Now I shall wish that you get back your sight," and she pressed her hand upon the fifth block. In a twinkling it had separated from the last block and whirled up the Dhimney, and Rosalie's father's sight bad been perfectly restored. "What magic is this?" he cried. "I can see as well as ever!" "It is the precious quilt, as I told you, father," she answered, putting the last lock into his hand. "Seeing is believing,"' hesaid,looking at the block cui'iotsly." "Put jt away, .Rosalie, to wish by when you are mae rfed." Rosalie took it from him. "I wish for nothing more, now that you are home, but that we shall live long and be. happy." . This was enough! The block flatter ed from his fingers, drifted across the room, up the chimney, leaving the gilt of long life and happiness in the pretty home on the edge of the wood.-De troit Free Press. A TAILOR OUTWITTED. The Victim Tells the Story at His Own Expense. At the expense of himself a certain fashionable Philadelphia tailor tokl the following story: Quite recently a man went into his establishment and told him that Mr. So and So, a prom inent customer (in full standing) had said that Mr. Tailor had several mis fit suits to dispose of and as he needed a new suit immediately he thought he'd like to look them over. One was found to fit him perefctly and he took it at the price, $50. "But," he said, "Mr. Tailor, I have not enough ready money to pay you. I must have the suit. Now do you know Mr. Pancake, the Chestnut street confectioner? Well," on being assured that Mr. Pan cake was also a customer in good standing, "he owes me some money, which he has promised to pay this afternoon, and if you are agreed I will walk over there with you and ask him to send $50 of it to you." Such a proposition and the riddance of a bad suit could not be overlooked, and when they arrived at Mr. Pancake's shop, without preliminaries the man said: ''You know that hundred you promised to send me to New York, Mr. Pancake? Well, just send fifty of it to Mr. Tailor and the other fifty to the address I gave you." That afternoon Mr. Tailor received a neatly done up package containing 50 beautiful cream puffs.-Philadel phia Times. MAX NORDAU AT HOME. Peculiar Style in Which the Great Man Lives. Max Nordau lives in Paris above a drinking shop. It appears that the name "Nordau" was originally used by its owner as a pseudonym to news paper contributions. With the consent of his father, Herr Sudfeld, a well known Pesth Hebraist, he legally as sumed it, transforming himself from "South Field" (Sudfeld) into "North Meadow" (Nordau). Except when he is visiting his patients, Dr. Nordau spends all his time in his study. The room is plainly furnished. A bookcase is one of its conspicuous teatu'' . Among the books are many presen-a tion copies of Lombroso's works. With this author and scientist Dr. Nordau keeps up a constant correspondence, and prides himself on being one of the very few men in Europe who can de cipher the professor's handwriting. which appears to most people entirely illegible. Leading out of this room is Nordau's barely furnished bed room, the camp bedstead of which may be seen through the open door. A small trapeze hanging through the doorway would seem to indicate that he has faith in "parlor gymnastics." It is in this room that all books since the publication of "Degeneration" have been written, and where he is at pres ent writing a novel.-Literary Life. Poultices for ieauty's Face.. All women cannot go to Paris to consult a celebrity who has just come to the fore with a plan to benefit com plexion. It consists of making poult ices of the interior of fruit, and wear ing these over the face at night, says the Philadelphia Inquirer. All fruit Is good, but the best of all is the straw berry. You need not use pounds of fruit, like Mme. Tallien-a very little will suffice. You spread the fruit on a band of linen, and tie this over the wrinkled part of the face. Even one trial will astonish you; but if you con tinue the result will exceed your wild est expectations. Women who follow this treatment never wash the face in quite plain water, nor in cold water, nor with soap. Never, either, use glycerine or any fatty substance on the face. A little powder may com plete the perfect drying of the face, but it must be of the very best qual ity. Plain orris root is the best of all. However, by continually using fruit plasters or bandages nothing else will be required to maintain the com plexion young, and restore it to youth and beauty if damaged by sickness, bad cosmetics or time. Polities and Long Life. Lady Georgiana Grey, who just cele brated her 100th birthday, attributes the wonderful preservation of her fac ulties, says an English exchange, to the calm which she has always been careful to practice. She considers agi tation the great consumer of health. To a young kinsman of hers who vis ited her the other day she expressed her earnest hope that he would not enter upon a career of politics. "It is so agitating, my dear," she said. "Why, if my poor brother had kept clear of .politics I firmly believe he would have been alive today," The brother referred to was the famous third Earl Grey, who was long a prom inent member of Whig cabinets. He was 92 when he died. The Effect. "What a lot of brie-a-brae Mrs. Knolly has in hei 'parlor!" "Yes. Looks exactly as though she were go Ing to 'have an auotlon, doesn't it?" Pack.