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is:). 16 THE WOMEN rK- of THE FAMILY III Dancing Days. What is it in old fiddle tunei 'at make m ketch uiy breath And ripples up my backbone tell I'm tickled ruoHt to don tli, Kind o' like 'at sweet sick feelin in the long rweep o a swing, Ter first sweetheart in with ye, aailin up'ardj, wing to wing; Ter first picnic, yer first icecream, yer first o' ever'thlng 'At happened 'fore yer dancin days wua over 1 I never understood it, and 1 s'pose I never can, But right in town here ylsterd'y I heard a port) blind man A-flddlin old "Oi ay Eagle;" Jerked my lines and stopped my load ' 0' hny and liBtened at him yes, and watched the way he "bow 'd." And back I went, plum forty year, with boys and gli ls 1 knowed ' And loved long 'fort my dancin days wna over. At high noon in yer city, with yer blame mag netic cars A huminin and aakreechin post and bands and O. A. R.'s A-inarchin and fire ingin's, all the noise the whole street through Wua loHt on me. 1 only heard a whipperwill er two. It 'peered like, kind o' callin crost the dark news and the dew, Them nights afore my dancin days wua over. 'T'ua ChuHd'y night at WethereU'a er We'n's- d'y niglit at Btrawn'a Er Fourth o' July night at either Temps' house er John's, With old Lew Church from Sugar Crick and that old fiddle he Bad "sawed," clean through the army, from Atlanty to the sea, And yit he'd fetched her home ag'in, bo's he could play for me Onct more afore my dancin days wuz over. The woods 'at' a all be'n out away seemed growin same as then, The youngsters all wuz boys ag'in 'at's now all oldish men, And all the girls 'at then wuz girls I saw 'em one and all, As plain as then, the middle sized, the short and fat and tall. And 'peared like 1 danced "Tucker" fer 'em up and down the wall As peert aa 'fore my dancin days wua over. The facta in I wuz dazed so 'at I olean fergot ies where I railly wuz a blockin street and still a stand- in there! I heard the po lcece yellin, but my eara wni kind o' blurred My eyes, too, fer the odds o' that bekaat I thought I heard Uy wife 'at's dead a-laughin like and Jokin, word fer word, Jes' like afore her dancin days wuz over. James Whitoomb Riley. Home a Woman's Throne. Every true woman wants a home she may call her own, a place where she is queen and has the ruling of her little kingdom aa she sees best. Her prime minister is her husband, her consulars her children. If the home is the heart of the world, surely the woman in the home is the power that keeps the heart pulsating. A woman in politics is all very well, a woman in law has proved herself the equal of any man, but the wo man who can make a perfect home has proved herself a queen, no matter or what race or in what station of life. The woman who doesn't know how to cook a meal or order one can never make a perfect home. Look to it, girls, that you know how to cook, make a bed well, and a hundred other little things that go far toward making a home what it should be. Just think what it would mean to you to be able to do any of these things, you are either at the mercy of a hired girl or you must buy all your food cooked and ready for the table. Some women never have the faintest Idea of the amount of their husband's income. They ask for what they want and spend it as they please. This should not be; upon the subject of money there ought to be perfect frankness. Well, really the only way to make a perfect home Is to be frank on all subjects. W. D. P. Bliss says, "Poverty and bad homes are responsible for bad women. The vitiated air of the tenement house forces the girl on to the street. There is no home however pure today, but has the moral question fast pressing upon it" ' What can the woman do who mu3t go off each morning and work in a fac tory for 50 cents a day? Her home must be neglected. She Is out earning enough to keep those whom she loves or per haps herself, barely from starving, comes home at night too tired to think. But even to this woman home means a good deal, as she will work for It until she drops. The spirit of rest and success Bhould be created in the home, we get the rush and confusion outside, inside we need the peace and quiet which only a woman knows how to make. A flother Goose Party for the Chil dren. The woman who is obliged to plan for a party for the little ones and what woman is not sometime? always wel comes a bright suggestion which will give the children something to look for ward to and to talk about afterwards. Here Is an exceedingly Interesting one, suggested in the last number of The Gentlewoman by A. E. Whitaker: There are times when mother wishes to plan a little affair for the children which will neither celebrate a birthday or holiday, and she will find nothing more enjoyable for them than a Mother Goose Party. It Isn't advisable to have the little guests come in costume, for children are more than likely to feel uncomfortable when dressed out of the ordinary, and do not enter into the spirit of costuming as do their elders. The afternoon plays may be arranged to suit the individual host and the cir cumstances. The children should be al lowed to admire the supper table before sitting down to their little feast, which should be dainty, and contain some of the children's favorites which will not quarrel with their digestion or create bad dreams after they are tucked away In bed. If there are to be 10 guests have the dlnlng-table extended long enough to give ample room for Mother Goose and the House that Jack Built, and also suffi cient elbow room between the chairs so that accidents may not happen. Lay the table cloth over the silence cloth and it is then ready for the center-piece. The house was made from card board with a straw thatched roof. The sides and ends were cut from one krge sheet and se cured with a single joining made fast by a strip of cambric and strong muci lage. The thatched roof was nothlngmore than the straw covers of some bottles of olive oil, opened, spread out and trimmed to the right width for the roof. The most particular part of the house-build ing was cutting the openings for the windows and leaving the sash for the panes. A sharp penknife and pointed scissors will do thi3 if the worker does not hurry too much and carelessly cut over the outlines. Clapboards may be marked and shaded with a lead pencil and blinds added to the windows. Paint the house yellow with white trimmings and green blinds. Fill the house with little bags of con fectionery and surround it with a zigzag fence of sticks of red and white striped candy tied together with narrow white ribbon. Twine a smilax wreath over the door like a vine. Set a pretty plate at each place with one fork and spoon at the right, also a chocolate cup and saucer. At the left place the napkins folded so as to stand upright, and each containing one of Mother Goose's large family. Mother or sister can make these favors from old scraps of silk, satin, bright paper, etc., giving each child a Humpty Dumpty, Little Boy Jilue, Jack and Jill, Miss Mary quite, contrary, Little Miss Muffett, who must have a big spider, or any of the most familiar characters of the jingle book. Mother Goose should be the largest of all, with a pointed nooa and chin and wearing the traditional cap and peaked hat, red cloak and carrying a small broom. Place two candy sticks, crossed and tied with ribbon, on each plate. Fill the glasses with water and then. If possible, seat the children' where they appear to select places. If confusion seems to be predicated by this arrangement designate their places here and there as a matter of course, from which there is no appeal MENU FOR MOTHER GOOSE PARTY, Cream Chicken in Cases. Bread and Butter Sandwiches. Cocoa. Vanilla Ice Cream. Lady Fingers. Kisses. The Danger of Over Education. Mrs. Lew Wallace, in hor article en titled "Tho Murder of the Modern In nocents" in the February number of The Ladles' Home Journal, has expressed the feelings of many thinking people who believe as she does in regard to the over crowding of the boys and girls In school She eays. "I do not undervalue the ed ucation; it is greatly to be desired, but over-education is slaying its thousands The burden is books. The tasks tra posed on the young are fearful. The ef fort seems to be to make textbooks as difficult as possible, instead of smoothing the hill so high and hard to climb. "Back of all, and harder than unbend ing rules, is the merciless ambition of parents. American children must do and have everything. Propose to cut down, drop the least congenial study. and there la an outcry 'Why, then Mary could not get her diploma!' What will she do with it if she does get it? Lay It away in a forgotten top drawer, or frame and hang it in the guest chamber a costly document bought with a great price. "Said a tender mother to me, "The air of the school room la so foul that my boys' heads smell of it 'And you con tinue to send them? Oh yes; you know they must pass.' They are passing. "The mother of a girl with lips color less as her forehead declared, 'I have a high standard of education for Julia.' 'But health, if she leaves that In the text books, though she speaks with the tongue of men and of angels, it proflteth nothing.' " 'I mean,' determinedly, 'for her to have advantages, and when she gets her diploma she can rest. So she sums along until she can multiply three fig ures by three in her head, day and night thinking and thinking. One soft Sunday afternoon, when even the day laborer was having his leisurely stroll, I asked why she was not out with the rest of the family. She was at home writing an essay on Gray's Elegy. 'Oh, it's no trouble for her to do it. I don't see how she writes so easily. This is her la3t year; she has seven studies; then comes the finishing school at New Haven,' ' 'Doesn't her head ache?' 'Some times she talks in her sleep again the proud look it's Latlin, I think.' "She wa9 already In the finishing school, and what she now says in her sleep we shall not know till we learn the language of the dead. "That Is not the only house where there is a drawer scented with tuberose and heliotrope, and opening It is like opening the grave. "Easy for her to have seven studies under seven different teachers. Try it yourself." Odds and Ends. It is no longer the fashion to have shining finger nails. The finger tips should have a look of care but not as If they had been rubbed with grease. Women love to gossip almost as well as men love to smoke. It is a danger ous habit though and will lead to a fault finding disposition as surely as smoking does to a shaky hand. Queen Victoria's yacht, which Is the largest ever planned, is almost finished. Very little is known about it as no one Is allowed in the yards but the officers and the workmen. It is said to be larger than the cruiser Baltimore, and will travel at the rate of 20 knots an hour. Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt Is a fine horsewoman and enjoys many rides with her husband. She is very young and girlish Jooking, though the mother of a large family of boys. Colonel and Mrs. Roosevelt's home Is a very attractive place. It is situated on a hill and sur rounded with plenty of trees. Inside it is made interesting by the many trophies of the hunt, such as the head of a buffalo, a deer and a bear. Dr. Nansen says the Eskimos have no tables in their homes. and the women are so accustomed to stooping that they would rather do it than not He tells a story of how a Danish lady employed Eskomo women to do her washing. .. WV .. V YVVV. YV. v WV. V WW. . a I Money- I Earning A little booklet with :: pictures of successful workers for The :: Ladies' Home Journal, and ex- :: tracts from their : letters showing just :: how they succeeded. It will be sent free :ji to any one. Address :j ThaCorU$ : Publishing Company I Pbllmhlpbla, Pa. W.a W a When she saw how they left their tub3 on the floor and did the washing with Boemingly great labor she got some stools for them to put their tubs on. Af ter little she went out to see how they were getlng along, and found the wo men standing on the stools while the tubs were still on the floor. It would be hard to find a more inter esting life than that of the great prima donna, Madame Marcella Sembrlch. She Is a mose beautiful woman and a gifted one. She sways large audiences with the power, sweetness and perfection of her voice. In all she undertakes the true artist shows itself. Ceaseless work and splendid courage have brought her to where she now stand3, "Once upon a time, when Mme. Albonl was at Trieste," says Henry C. Lahee In "Famous Singers of To-day," "she wai informed of the existence of a plot to hiss her. off the stage. Having ascer tained the name9 of her detractors and where they were to be found, she donned male attire, her short hair and robuat figure helping to complete her disguise, and went to the cafe at which the con spirators mot. Here she found them in full consultation, and, taking a seat at a table. Bhe listened to their conversation for a time. After a while she addressed the leader, saying: 'I hear that you in tend to play a trick on some one. I am very fond of a little Joke myself, and should like the signal.' That night, without showing any concern, Mme. Al bonl walked down to the footlights, and, holding up the whistle which was hung to her neck by a ribbon she exclaimed: Gentlemen are you not a little before your time? I though we were not to begin whistling until after I had Bung the air.' For a moment a deathly still ness prevailed. Then suddenly the hotm broke into thunders of applause, which was led by the conspirators themselves." Dickens and His Kitten. From the New York Evening World. Charles Dickens was a slave to his nets, and h was nartlcularly found of cats. One little deaf kitten had the lib erty of her masters study. She fol lowed him about like a dog and sat be- sido him while he wrote. One evening Dickens was reading by a small tAhlA unnn which stood a lighted candle. As usual, the cat was at his el bow. Suddenly the light went out. Dickens was deeply interested In hij book, and he proceeded to light the con die, stroking the cat while he did co. Afterward he remembered that puss had looked at him somewhat reproachfully while she received the caress. It was onlv when the lleht ajtaln became dim that the reason of her melancholy sud denly dawned upon him. Turning quickly he round ner aeuuer atelv mittln out the condle with her paw, and again she looked at him appeal- ingiy. She was lonesome; sne wan tea to be petted, this was her device for gaining her end. A German actor played the role of the parricide Franz in Schiller's "Robbers" so realistically in a remote village that several indignant peasants waylaid him after the oerformance and gave him a sound thrashing. While the blows were falling thick the actor exclaimed proudly: "I thank yon, gentlemen. This la the happiest hour or my lire. rue- gende Blatter. '