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Bow a Boy. a Camera and a
Lightning Flash Caught
a Thief.
From an old-tashloned closet In an
Old-fashioned house a number of sounds
wore issuing, and presently a boy came
out and went to the window. In his
hand he held a camera which seemed
to require a deal of adjusting.
The window was high above the
ground, being in the second story, and
commanded a view of a field and or
chard to the east. Almost below It a
broad stone wall divided the lot from
the property of farmer Tumklns.
When the boy at length looked out at
the window he looked down on a fine
collection of watermelons, ripening in
the sand on the opposite side of the
wall. He had seen them too often to
pay them much attention, but he pres-
antly whistled and chuckled.' "So, he's
sot it up again," he said. "Well, I hope
he'll have some luck."
The thing that was "up" was a elgn,
and it read:
: $20. reward for Infermatlon of :
: anyoNe stealing these mellns. :
: Silas Tumkins. :
Still smiling, the boy with his camera
went from ths house and, running
down ths long back enclosure, came to
a field. There the sun touched with
light a crumbling old mill, with an
Ivy-covered wheel that for years had
failed to turn.
"All right at last," called the boy;
nevertheless he went down on his knees
to arrange his lense and shutter, while
patiently waiting, way up on one of the
flanges of the wheel, stood a saucy
looking girl.
• As ths boy arose and turned the
ieamera toward the mill, Farmer Turn
kins abruptly appeared from the trees.
' "Well," he said, rather harshly, "what
yeh foolln' around with now? Some new
tangled racket fer wastin' time, I reckon.
What be yeh doin'?"
"Taking pictures," said the boy. "It's
a camera."
: "Ye're always a foolln' with sumthln'
Gay Gowns for Early Autumn Wear at Lenox and Among
! Lenox, Mass., Sept. 2.—Almost from
time Immemorial there have been
goldenrod dinners and luncheons at
.Lenox to usher in the autumn. Some of
rthe prettiest of these entertainments
[kave taken place this season at the golf
club houses, where woodbine, climbing
ever the broad porches and slowly
turning from green to crimson, adds to
the brilliancy of every occasion. Re
cently a tea was served on the heels of
an afternoon on the links and attended
[by many who never yet have succumb
ed to the fascinations of the game.
[The large, low, reception room of the
1 club house was hung with scarlet bit-
Itersweet berries and trailing vines of
kthe wild white clematis. Sheafs of
[feathery goldenrod filled the wide old-
| fashioned fireplace, while huge vases of
. blue succory and deep red cardinal
i flowers stood in every nook and corner.
Broad yellow ribbons looped back the
curtains and the place was filled with
the soft, brilliant hues of September.
The guests wore flowers ln profusion,
|as Is ths season's pleasant fashion, and
the younger ones had decked them
selves with Jeweled belt buckles In the
shape of bicycles, or golf or tennis or
(yacht club pins, according to their indi
vidual bents; for everybody at Lenox
' has one fad in athletics, if not a choice
' assortment.
I There was a great deal of blue ln the
iwomen's dresses and a great amount of
jcream and brown. Some of the frocks
were corded on the hips, after a style
that promises to be much in vogue this
autumn. These skirts were gathered
Into the waist and arranged, ln most
leases, with hem trimmings. Other
igowns had guipure laid round the foot
of the skirt or about the hips. The
bodices were more Intricate than we
have yet seen and very much trimmed,
crossing over the front and closing at
tbe left under a frilling of chiffon or a
hue Jabot.
no good. Never seen yer like. Teh bat
ter go home."
"I hope you don't object to my taking
the mill," replied the boy.
The farmer glanced toward the crum
bling building and caught sight of the
"Git often there!" he called. "Teh
better git home an* quit yer foolin'."
The girl Jumped down and scampered
away, while the man turned back to the
"Tes, I do objtct," he snarled. "Teh
hain't no call to take picture of the mil).
I reckon—along o' thet tomboy, Becky.'.'
Donald started for the house, out of
patience and disgusted. At the rear of
the kitchen he was met by his aunt.
"Why, Donald," she said, "I thought
you had started over to Frank's with
the eggs. Why do you spend all your
mornings with that useless, extrava
gant machine? It seems to me you
waste an awful lot of time and all your
money for nothing."
He made an effort to control himself.
"Why, Aunty, I'm sure it's not such a
very expensive thing; and it's innocent,
"Well—perhaps it is; but I do wish
you'd go with the eggs."
He went; but he reflected bitterly on
insults that everybody seemed to be
heaping on his "innocent" and instruc
tive amusement. Becky seemed to be
the only one who took any interest or
appreciated his work.
On a warm afternoon, as Donald was
walking through the woods to French's
pond, he was suddenly met by the
slouchy son of the man named Sneaden
—a fellow as tall as himself, who was
holding by a string a new and dainty
"Hey, Sneaden," said Donald, as the
fellow tried to hide the hat, "how'd
you come by that?"
"None of yer business," said Sneaden.
" 'Taint yourn, is it?"
"No, but it isn't yours, that's sure,"
answered Donald, who had recognized
the hat as belonging to Becky. "You
tell me where you got it, or yoi give it
"I wunt do neither," Sneaden an
swered; and he gathered up a handful
of dust.
"Then I'll take it," said Donald, step
ping forward.
Sneaden quickly threw the dust to
blind the other, and part of it indeed
struck young Donald in the eyes, al
though he dodged. This made him an
gry, and he pitched into Sneaden with
such vigor that the latter went down
on his back in a Jiffy.
the Berkshire' Hills.
A singularly smart gown was a grey
mohair, worn by Mrs. Morris K. Jesup.
It was draped over a skirt of red and
grey shot silk and had three panels of
silk widening at the bottom. From the
waist came a succession of perpendicu
lar tucks, which were repeated on the
shoulders of the full bodice. The belt
had a large silver buckle at the back,
while lace epaulettes made a graceful
bodice trimming.
Mrs. Burton Harrison wore an original
and very becoming combination of
mauve cloth with a rounded yoke of sky
blue glace. Bands of ecru lace over the
blue silk were carried round the arm
holes and yoke, and appeared again on
the sash and at the hem of the skirt.
A capital dress was of black China
crepe, with the skirt rather full on the
hips. The bodice was trimmed with Jet
and Chantilly insertion. There were
long tight sleeves, with frills on the
shoulders of black chiffon edged with a
frilling of white lace. This ornamenta-
tion was repeated at the neck and hem,
six ruches surrounding the skirt, each
with Its white edging. A large white
hat was worn, with white plumes.
A handsome young married woman
from Philadelphia wore a delicately
pretty dress of green nun's veiling,
which is, perhaps, of all materials for
day wear, the favorite Just at present.
It was made up over green and blue
shot silk, which came glinting through.
It had been woven with a border of
green, blue and a thread of gold, and
this was used to edge the basque, and
in wide bands on the skirt. The dark
blue straw hat worn with this gown
was trimmed with blue succory and
Some of the best of the new autumn
tailor dresses are sported by young wo
men who have not forgotten how to
walk since they learned the wheel.
Curious as It may seem, the.'c are girls
who are capable yet of tramps among
the Berkshire!. One of these seeming
ly misguided creatures wears a blue
But Sneaden was strong, and he
thrashed about like an eel ln the grass
until both rolled over and over. Final
ly the fellow broke away and went
dashing down the road.
Donald soon found the hat, no longer
clean and dainty, for both he and Snea
den had rolled upon it and crushed it
ln the dirt. He had thought for a mo
ment to take it back to Becky, but
after looking at the ruins, he hung it
on a bush at the side of the road and
went his way.
During the week that followed Donald
spent all the time he could spare with
his camera, making experiments. He
photographed clouds and things in mo
tion, and got an effect of moonlight on
the pond; but he wanted more than any
thing to have a try at lightning. Thun
der storms, however, it seemed to him,
had never been so rare. Though much
absorbed he frequently thought of Becky
and wished that she could look at his
As for Becky, she went very often to
the crumbling old mill in the hope that
Donald would come again to take the
photograph. The days being warm, she
frequently threw off a blue serge Jacket
that she wore, and left it lying on the
At length one evening, Just as the
sun went down, the clouds came rolling
in great, heavy masses from the west,
and the wind blew in fitful gusts. A
darkness, as of midnight, engulfed the
trees and houses, and with heavy rum
blings a thunder storm came rapidly
Young Donald ran to the house and
rushed to his room. With quick, nerv
ous Angers he prepared his camera, and
he opened the window to make more
sure of his "exposure."
The darkness had now so Increased
that objects without could scarcely be
discerned, yet the flashes of lightning
and ecru frock of the small shepherd's
plaid that promises to be the one thing
every woman will think she must have
this autumn. The skirt of this dress
is rather full, but with all the bulk be
hind. A band of cream-colored cloth
runs down each side from the waist
and Is strapped with tabs of blue and
gold braid. The bodice is a smart
casaque, or basque Jacket, belted with
a blue ribbon and edged all the way
around with cream cloth and blue and
gold braid. It opens on a blouse of
cream-colored chiffon. There are tight
sleeves starting from under flat epau
lettes, and a brown straw hat set off
with a mass of cornflowers is worn.
Another dress that has been seen one
or two bright mornings is of mignonette
colored cheviot, with scrolls of gold
braid disposed in a new fashion on the
waist, the designs increasing in size
and complexity from the waist down.
Similar decorations sprawl over the
tight-fitting basqued coat, which turns
back in white moire revers over a blouse
of white silk. The coat has a trim belt
with a gold buckle and tight coat
sleeves, undisguised by epaulettes or
other shoulder pieces. With this outfit
appears a green straw hat with sprays
of goldenrod and towering white plumes.
No longer is it beneath the athletic
girl's dignity to have a special gown for
croquet. A young relative of Mrs. Pot
ter Palmer wears on the lawn a dress of
fine soft silver grey wool cut to show off
a fine figure to the best advantage. The
somewhat narrow skirt is admirably
hung. Its only trimming is a deep Vof
gold braid starting on the hips. The
point is in the middle of the front and
less than a foot above the hem. The bod
ice has a snug tailor fit and is adorned
with gold braid coming to a point at the
waist line. There is a narrow pointed
vest of green crepe. The coat sleeves
are uncompromising. With a white belt
and a white sailor hat banded with gold
a slim figure could not display itself
more excellently. It Is the great charm
had thus far been few, and all of them
ln the west. The camera was placed
upon the sill of the window, which
looked out to the east, its shutter open,
so that when a flash should come its
impression on the plate would be in
stantly made.
Nearer and nearer boomed the storm;
the heart of Donald bounded with ex
citement. He felt that at any moment
something wonderful might happen.
Then the voice of his aunt came up
the stairs: "Donald, I really must have
some wood." He groaned, but ran
down and out to the shed and caught
up a dozen sticks of wood. He was just
getting back when a sudden, blinding
flash broke like a fiery crack across
the sky; then came a boom and crash
that almost deafened him.
He threw the wood in the box in the
kitchen and flew up the stairs like a
cat. Seizing the camera, he closed the
shutter, then danced up and down in
his glee.
"Donald, Donald, I wish you'd come
back!" called his aunt again. "This is
simply appalling, and I want you down
The rain had now commenced and the
window had to be closed. But Donald
was happy, and, putting his box in the
closet, went below.
AH evening the boy was wild to be up
In his closet to "develop" his plate, but
his aunt kept him down stairs.
In the morning, while the chores about
the place were being done, Farmer Turn
kins climbed the wall and called to Don
ald and his aunt. In his hand the man
was holding something soft and blue.
"Donald," said he, "what's thet?" and
he held up a blue serge Jacket.
"Why—where did you get It?" said
"It's nothing; more than a Jacket,"
said his aunt. "Did you find it?"
"Thet's what I done," replied the
farmer, while his eyes began to blaze.
"I found it right amongst my mellins;
an' the two biggest mellins which I hed
are gone, an' over half a dozen of the
others is plugged, an' somebody's in fer
trouble. Don't yeh reco'nlze this
"It's Becky's, Just as sure as the
world," cried Donald.
"Thet's jest the size of it—Tomboy
Becky's. I've allers said what a tomboy
she was, but this time she hey went too
"Tou don't believe she took your
melons?" said Mrs. Blair.
"Of course he don't," Donald hastened
to say.
"Don't I though," answered the man.
"Not when I find her Jacket lyln' in
the patch?" Huh!"
"Tou don't mean to make a whole lot
of trouble for a girl and accuse her of
taking your melons?" Mrs. Blair in
"Now, see here," said the man. "I'm
aimln' to be fair, but somebody's goin'
to hey trouble. I want the gal to come
right here, an' we'll see what she says."
"Why I guess she'll come," said Don
ald's aunt, "if I ask her. I'll go right
off and see. She's only an orphan, but
she's good if she is a little lively." She
started as soon as she could, and the
farmer went back to his melons to
Donald walked up and down. He
was not worried about Becky's inno
cence; he was sure of her honesty. His
mind returned to the camera, and
presently he found himself up stairs in
the closet, developing the plate. Soon
the light of hiß tiny ruby lantern re
vealed a wonderful negative, across
the face of which were odd, crooked
paths—the lightning's track across the
sky—and dark objects began to appear
in the foreground.
The boy had just finished developing
and fixing the plate when Mrs. Blair
and Becky appeared. Farmer Tumkins
had been watching, and now came for
ward. And when he asked the girl
where her jacket had been left when
of a croquet dress that it is purely per
sonal; it does not need to bear any re
lation to the game.
At a pretty wedding yesterday In an
ivy-grown church a younger sister of
the bride wore a most effective between
seasons toilette of blue silk striped with
silver and figured with roees In a Louis
XV design. The skirt was edged with
narrow ruffles of the same material. It
opened on the left to lot ln a, panel of
last she had it, she flushed and failed
to answer.
"I tole yeh," said the farmer. "An'
now, Mrs. Blair, yeh can't expect me
to stand an' do nuthin'!"
"Why, what's it all about?" asked
the girl, a little frightened. "You never
used to care."
"Hear her standin'. there confessin' "
said the man. "Well, I hey cared, or I
wouldn't a put up thet notice; an' them
thet steals my mellins "
"What?" cried the girl.
"I found yer Jacket there amongst
'em , an' yeh can't deny "
"Why I left It down by the mill," ex
claimed Becky.
"Hold on! Hold on!" shouted Donald,
who suddenlj' appeared running toward
the group, holding something flat in his
hand. "I've caught the thief! I've
caught him."
They all stood amazed. "I put my
camera—in the window—last night!" he
panted, as he came up, "to get a picture
—of lightning—and I got it—and the
flash made—everything plain—and the
thief was down—in your melons right
then—and I caught him! Look at that!"
He held aloft his finished plate and
there across the sky were the lines of
the lightning, like rivers on a map, and
down in the foreground were not only
the melons, dimly visible—but a figure
as well.
"Sneaden!" cried Donald, "and he's
dropping Becky's jacket, and he's got
two big melons under his arms!"
It was nearly half an hour before a
"print," in blue, could be made from
the plate, and then all of them stood in
wonder to see it, including the farmer
and Donald's aunt.
"Well, I snum!" said Mr. Tumkins.
"But I told yeh ther'd be trouble fer
the one thet took them mellins, an'
there will, I reckon I owe yeh both a
big appolegy—an' a reward of twenty
dollars inter the bargain. An' I'd like
to Jest divide it equal between yeh."
And he did.
Copyright, 1897, by Bacheller Syndicate.
Onions beaten to a pulp and put Into
a cloth, then bound around the throat of
any one suffering from diphtheria, will
afford relief and in many cases work a
pink silk muslin laid in "sun ray"
pleatings. Pink velvet rosettes, set be
low the hip, partly closed the opening.
The blouse ot white China crepe was
made with a round yoke of ecru gui-
pure. The low bolero and the sleeves
were ot lace also. Silk epaulettes fin
ished the shoulders. A toque was worn,
covered with roses.
A reception costume worthy of atten
tion VP" "•*"■*. in Mrs. Burton Harrl
Neither Gold Nor Silver, but
Things Quite as
How Tbey Are Accustomed to
Spend the Long Summer
A school whose students spend their
vacation time in digging for buried
treasures must be interesting to attend.
That is just what the students of the
American school in Athens do, and their
teachers dig with them. There is in the
work the intense excitement of making
rich finds, and constant talk of "leads"
and "veins" and "indications," Just as
If one were in a mining camp.
The American school at Athens Is in
tended for the study of the Greek lan
guage, and also of the art of the an
cient Greek people, their religion, and
their way of building and living—which
of course can be seen nowhere else so
well as ln Athens. The students are
generally young men and women,
graduates of different colleges in the
United States, who go to Athens to learn
enough about these things to become
professors. It was a young American
student in this school, Eugene P. An
drews, who worked many days upon
scaffoldings and. risked his life upon
rope ladders to prove that the big let
ters on the front of the Parthenon,
which no one else could read, were real
ly an inscription in honor of the Em
peror Nero, put up by the Athenian
Council and people while Tiberius Clau
dius Novius was general of the hoplttes,
or heavy armed troops, for the eighth
time; and a good many scholars would
rather have made that discovery than
possess a gold mine.
Vacation time in the American school
not only includes July and August, be
cause Athens Is very hot In summer,
but begins about the middle of April.
There are usually not more than a doz
en students, and they march off to dig
up the ruins of some of the forgotten
cities of Greece. They are now at work
on Corinth, which is near the western
end of the canal of Corinth, which was
begun by Nero and finished four years
ago In 1593. The city was very famous
in Its day, but there is nothing left of
it but an insignificant village; so the
American scholars have plenty of room
son's honor a few days ago. It was of
green and pink striped silk with group
ed flounces; two sets near the bottom of
the skirt and one below the hips. The
bodice was a double breasted pouch, of
green silk turned over with broad lapels
ot guipure. It was belted with green
velvet and bad coat sleeves with epau
lettes composed of loops of green velvet
Copyright, IW7, by Bacheller Syndicate.
»* Aim *r* arm, «eb> 4a K« mr ■>'„«•
valuable discoveries among the ruins.
The hard work ie done by Greek peas
ants, most of whom wear the short
white kilts they call fustanella, but the
students make drawings and measure
ments of the walls they And. In tho
picture which shows the work of the
school. Prof. Richardson, the Principal,
is standing near the right of the draw
ing, or the left of the group.
Dr. Dorpfeld Is another famous pro
fessor who Is connected with this school
and also with the German one; for the
French, British and German govern
ments all have schools in Athens simi
lar to ours.
Copyright, 1897, by Bacheller Syndicate.
Up-to-Date Croquet as Scien
tific as Tennis, Golf,
or Billiards.
"Oh, I can play croquet."
"You can, can you?"
"Of course; It's easy—nothing: but
whacking a lot of balls around on the
lawn with a mallet. I used to play It
when I was little."
That is what nearly every one woultV
say if asked; but playing croquet is not
so easy now as it used to be, when a
fairly skillful player could start third
or fourth and go clear through to tha
farther stake ln one Inning. Just as in
baseball, "one out side out" used to be
the rule. Now It takes three out to glva
a fellow a chance to bat again; so cro
quet has been made harder and harder,
until now it's a terror to beginners. I
In the flrst place it isn't played—at
least, in match games of any Importance
—on grass lawns, but upon carefully
beaten dirt courts, as level as billiard
tables. They are like billiard tables,
too, in that they have raised edges of
beveled timber all around them, from
which carom or rehoundlng shots can be
made; and a good player Is expected not
only to be able to make carom shots, 1
but to hit his ball a downward blow
with the mallet and make it Jump right
over another ball or wire that he doesn't
want to hit. j
But the most vexatious thing about
the modern croquet game is the way in
which the wickets, or arches, have ukcu
narrowed. They used to be ten inches
Wide at the start, and half the time
were spread an inch or so wider before
being hammered down Into the ground
with a mallet. Now the ordinary wick
ets are exactly three and a half Inches!
wide, and the two arches or wickets set
side by side in the middle of the ground I
have only three and three-eighth Inches
of space between wires. A regulation'
croquet ball is three and a quarter
inches in diameter, so that there is just!
a quarter of an inch to spare in going,
through an ordinary wicket, and ln the'
middle wickets only an eighth of an
inch. This renders it hard to make a
shot when the ball Is not in good posl-j
tion. Besides the balls are no longer
turned out of wood with a lathe, but
are made of hard pressed rubber. Thai
mallet may be of boxwood, but the*
head is oftener a steel tube filled with 1
wood in the middle, with one end of
soft rubber and one of hard rubber.'
The mallet-heads are long; and straight;
the handles vary ln length, but are
commonly shorter than in the old days,
running down even to twelve inches.
Croquet was for a time badly dis
tanced in the popular affection by ten
nis, just as tennis has since suffered
by the golf craze; but the older game
seems now to be gaining ground again
in all parts of the country.
Copyright, 1897. by Bacheller Syndicate.
An Ancient British Pastime Which Has
Invaded America.
Some of the big athletic clubs whose'
athletic committees are always on the
lookout for new games have recently
taken up "bowling on the green," a very
ancient British pastime. In its present
form, it hails from Canada, where It has
been played in a quiet way for soma
A set of balls for green bowling con
sists of one round yellow ball called ths
"jack," and eight bowls, which are egg
shaped balls of lignum vitae, perhaps
six or eight Inches long, with a small
plate of metal let in at one end and a
larger one at the other, so that the bowl
can always be rolled ln a curve, which
is in or out according to the position of
the hand and that of the larger strip of
In the American game two or four
can bowl. One throws the Jack away
on the turf, and all bowl at it. When
a ball lies in the way, the bowler at
tempts the curve. The player whose
bowl Is nearest the jack when all have
bowled, wins one point, and It is then
his privilege to throw the Jack as far
as he likes in any direction for a new
bowl. In this way the game can wan
der over an entire golf course and fur
nish lots of exercise. If four players ars
in the game, they can choose sides or
not, as they like.
The game is substantially like the old
English game of bowling, which was
declared unlawful under Henry VIII.
The law remained a dead letter for
many years, and was finally repealed
so lately as 1846. In the English game,
tha playing la restricted to a green
about sixty feet square, so that ths
players wander back and forth, and a
skip or captain is named on each side.

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