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By MARION GORDON Cissy Bradeen had Just finished dis playing a marvelous lace frock to an Dver-critical customer whei Mme. Rosel sent for her. The well-known modiste sat in her private room im patiently tapping her porcelain teeth with a gold pencil when Cissy enter ed, still wearing the lace frock and looking like a young princess. "Miss Bradeen," said madame sharply, "I have a sudden call from Mrs. Givens of Fifth avenue-her laughter has ruined the coming out rhock we delivered this morning-it caught fire in some way. You are to go up there at once with the white crepe de chine and fit Miss Givens so that she may wear )t this afternoon. Ah, you are wearing' the lace gown-" Bhe looked thoughtfully at Cissy's stately young form clothed in the per fot fitting frock that was worth a small fortune. Madame's calculating eye did not bother with such unimportant details as Cissy Bradeen's per fect complex ion and dainty features or the coronet of red-brown hair that matched 'er eyes. All the French woman noticel was the exquisitely fitting robe, and she was computing what price she might wring from Mrs. Givins if she sold it in place of the crepe de chine. "Wear the lace robe up there un der a long coat, Miss Bradeen," she said decisively. "Perhaps Miss Givens may take a fancy to it and buy that Instead of the other." "Very well, madame," said Cissy. Madame looked at her watch. "You will go immediately," she command ed. "Javonne will call a taxicab." Cissy flitted from the room and walked across the richly carpeted show rooms to the long narrow room which she occupied with the other models and alteration hands. Gathering some sewing materials Into a workbag she slipped on a long gray cloak, and, followed by the en vious admiration of her fellow work ers, Cissy went out to the waiting cab, bearing a huge white pasteboard box containing the crepe de chine gown for Miss Givens. In front of the Givens mansion a red striped awning stretched a tunnel to "What Are You Doing There?" the curbstone, and Cissy felt a strange sense of elation as she mounted the steps and gave her name to the Jap anese servant who admitted her. "From Mme. Rosel," she added, step ping unobtrusively into an angle of the wide hall. When she was left alone she glanced abshout her at the beautiful flowers massed here and there, and delight ed in the color scheme of pink and white. Cissy gave not one envious thought to the young girl who was to make her bow to society In the midst of this bower of roses; she was too light-hearted and sweet tempered to wish for more than had been allotted to her. To beauty-loving Cisay Bradeen it was a rare privilege to work among lovely fabrics and occa sionally to catch glimpses of the in terior of the handsome homes along the avenue. In this dim corner there had been pushed several large jardinieres con taining palms, and about the floor were grouped smaller plants, making an effective screen. From behind this green screen Cissy calculated one might sit or stand and watch thp bril liant company when it should gather in the drawing rooms. She was smiling at her own thought when she became aware that a pair of bright blue eyes were watching her through the screen of the palms, and her pulses leaped as she realized that there was a man hiding there. As she leaned forward the gray cloak slipped back from her shoulders, revealing her in the loveliness of her lace gown. "Whatever are you doing there?" she asked in her pretty Irish brogpe. "Bedad, I'm discovered!" whispered a humorous voice In reply, and the blue eyes came nearer. "Shure, miss, pnd you won't be giving rae away this time-I'm not up to any mischief," he pleaded. "What are you doing there, then?" demanded Cissy anxiously. "I promised to get some pictures of the coming out party," he whispered cautiously. "I'm a reporter on the Blinket, and they told me they'd give me a steady job if I could get some pictures. So I got next the Jap there and he helped me smuggle a camera in and we've fixed up this screen-I'm supposed to come from the florist around the corner," he grinned im pudently. "It's a mean trick," asserted Cissy contemptuously. "A mean trick!" echoed th, embryo reporter aghast. "Show me a nobler profession than reporting the news of the country?" Cissy was positive that he thumped his chest vigorously. "It's noble-like any kind of work, ' she admitted reverently; "only isn't it kind of sneaky to come into some body's house this way?" "I suppose it is-only they'd never let me in any other way," he muttered. "They I'd stay out if I never got a job on a newspaper," she declared warmly. "I'd shovel sand first!" "Hum!" he said dubiouply. You make me feel mean. You never shov eled sand and I have! I've always been crazy to be a reporter ever since I was a little shaver." "What you been doing all your life?" asked Cissy curiously. "Been go ing to school and learning how to be one?" "I've never been to school very much. I couldn't. I had to work ever since I was a kid selling newspapers, and I never learned a trade. I clerk ed it for a long time in a hardware store, and the last three years I've been chauffeur for a man in Wall street. But I want to be a reporter, but everything seems against my do ing it. I thought I was fixed this time, sure!" he ended morunfully. "Of course you don't have to take my advice,' said Cissy haughtily. "I'm going to, miss, Just the same. I'm packing up my camera now, and as soon as I can beat it to the Ilinket office I'll throw up my job. Then I'll hunt for a place as chauffeur. You don't happen to know if any of your rich friends needs a responsible man, do you, miss?" He thrust a curly head over the screen and looked so earnest ly at Cissy's splendid raiment that she realized that he mistook her fo' one of :.c invited guests. Honest Cisy soon disillusioned him. "Glory!" he whistled, with more ex citement than the announceme nt seemed to warrant. "Don't yopt think this Minme. Rosel of yours needs a new chauffeur for that elegant limous ine you say she rides in?" "Indeed she does!" cried Cissy, de lightedly. "Henri left last week and she has been trying them ever since. I'll give you her address." As the reporter slipped from the house leaving his card in Cissy's hand, the butler returned to say that Miss Givens would look at the gowns, and as the young Irish girl picked up her gray cloak and went up the broad stairway she tucked the card of Owen Munigle within her laces on her bosom. Months afterward when Mme. Rosel sent her handsome limousine to the chruch to convey the happy bride and groom from church, Owen Mun igle whispered ih the pretty ear of his wife: "Cissy, darling, why do you always refer to the day I met you as your debut?" Cissy blushed warmly and laid a fin ger on his ruddy cheek. "Ah," she said, tenderly. "'Tis because 'twas the day Miss Givens entered society and because 'twas the day-bless the same Owen, dear, that I first met you!" One Vote for Kiplinrg. A certain senator is -° expert on mining law, but in the words of the Washington Post, "he is not up on literature." Some time ago be intro duced a bill for the relief of a gallant Union soldier, ramed Mulvaney. Pres ently an eastern colleague went over to him. "I am very glad you introduced that bill," he remarked. "Mulvaney and I are old friends." "Is that so?" responded the west ern statesman. "I am pleased that you take an interest in him, and I hope that you will vote for the bill. I don't know him myself, but he has been highly recommended to me, and it seems to be a most deserving case." "Yes," said the wicked colleague, warmly, "Mulvaney is the best fellow that ever lived, a lively, fighting, big hearted, lovable, humorous Irishman. You will be surprised to know how often I have spent the days and nights with him in camp, and how much I enjoyed it By the way," he added, "I have .,nother friend you ought to know. His name is Kipling -Rudyard Kipling." "Never heard of him," said the Sen ator from the west, as he turned away, "but if you are going to intro duce a bill for his relief, let me know. I'll help you all I can." - Getting Data. The detective was trying to find a clew to the destination of the runaway cojple. "You saw your young mistress lerve the house at 9 o'clock last nightt" he said. "Yis, sir," answered the kitchen girl. "What did she travel in?" "A white hat, white slippers, an' a pale blue gown, sor." Soured. "I'm just crazy to play golf," said the enthusiastic summer girl. "Most people are," muttered the mere man who had no ambition even partly to fill the presidential chair. Our Fashions, "What do you think of Mrs. Smith's waist?" + "Well, she seems to have so much, and yet she hasn't any."-Londop Opinion. TAKING SPOTS FROM LINEN Many Ways by Which Unsightly Stains May Be Removed With Little Trouble. When your table linen or fine dollies become stained or spotted with any thing that will not easily wash out, be sure to remove the spot before sending the linen to the laundry. Berry and fruit stains can be - moved very easily by, holding the cloth tightly over the top of a bowl and pouring boiling water very slow ly through the mark until it disap pears. Salt dampened with lemon juice laid on the spot and subjected to the hot sun will remove ink spots from linen. One of the hardest stains to take ,ut of fine linen is that made by the lead of an indelible pencil. Great care must be taken to clean this kind of a spot or your linen will be ruined: Un der no circumstances touch water to such a spot. Mix together four tablespoonfuls of peroxide of hydrogen and four table spoonfuls of clear water. Lay the soiled spot on an old piece of linen folded to several thicknesses or over several thicknesses of white blotting paper and with a clean sponge or bit of clean linen sop the spot with the mixture and lay it in the direct rays of the sun. Repeat this process until the spot disappears and allow it to remain in the sun until it has bleached a pure white. RECIPE FOR PERFECT BREAD Proper Combination of Ingredients and Due Preparation All That Is Needed. At noon boil two potatoes; pour the water from the potatoes on two round ed tablespoons of sugar and one of salt; add the potatoes, mash fine; let stand until evening. Dissolve one fresh compressed yeast cake in a lit tle water, and add to the liquid; stir well. ',"here should be at least one and one-half quarts of the itquid. In the morning stir and take out a pint in a Mason fruit jar; set the lid on, but do not screw down, and set beside ice. Mix the remaining quart with about two and three-quarters quarts of good bread flour and one table spoon of lard; let raise twice and then make into loaves, handling and work ing as little as possible. When bak ing again start as at first, with two potatoes, sugar, and salt; at night add yeast saved in the jar; in the morning stir and take out a pint as at first; it will not be necessary to buy yeast again all summer, and the bread is delicious. Invalid Soup. Half a pint of strong beef tea or mutton broth, two raw yolks of eggs, two small teaspoonfuls of raw sage, seasoning. Put the sage into a small quantity of boiling water, and boil till it is quite clear. Then strain off the water. Heat the beef tea, add the sago. beat up the yolks of eggs and strain them into the soup. Heat very carefully. On no account let it boil or it will curdle and be spoiled. See that it is nicely seasoned and serve hot. This will be found quite a change when the ordinary beef tea is wearied of. For the Dishwasher. Besides having a pot chain and scraper you should have thick canvas cloths for the pots and pans and sep arate light cloths for the finer china. ware. A rubber sponge is just the thing for greasy dishes. One of these lasts a long time and gives you such satisfaction that you will never do without one once you try them. Cake tins, patty pans and all small tinware boiled in a diahpan in the water of which a handful of soda has been thrown will become fresh and clean and as bright as new. A Fresh Egg Dish. For eggs as a French chef prepares them, fry half a small onion sliced In butter until it is golden brown. Then turn in a cupful of tomatoes, seasoned with butter, salt and pepper, and cook for ten minutes. Turn the mixture into a wide-bottom saucepan and drop into it eggs that have not had the yolks broken. Cook them slowly, lift ing them from the bottom of the dish with a fork, not stirring them as in scrambling. Tomato Butter. Wash four pounds of well-flavored apples, cut them into quarters and re move the cores; add seven pounds of washed and sliced ripe tomatoes and -ne cup of water and let simmer until very tender, then rub through a sieve. Add four pounds of brown sugar, two thirds of a cup of vinegar, one tea spoon each of salt, cloves and gin ger and two teaspoons of cinnamon. Boil until thick and can while hot. Lobster and Cress on Toast. Fry a small chopped onion a deli !ate brown in a tablespoon of butter. "hop a small bunch of water (ress Lnd add to it also a half pint of good ;ich milk. Add a pint of minced lob ster meat and season with salt, pep )er and a bunch of curry powder. Spread on slices of cayenne and )rown very lightly in a hot oven. Chicken Broth. Take a chicken or gowl and break :he bones. Clean carefully. Put. into Ssaucepan two quarts of water, a imall onion, two tablespoonfuls of rice Lnd salt to taste. Skim when it boils. :over closely and allow it to simmer or six hours if a fowl and five hours fa chicken. GUTS A SMALL FIGURE BRIDEGROOM AMOUNTS TO BUT LITTLE AT THE WEDDING. He Must Assume Neutral Demeanor and Dress for Ceremony, and Then Is Made to Feel Like a Brigand. To realize the small figure cut by a bridegroom at his own wedding, one need only peruse the pages of a book of etiquette having to do with the marriage ceremony. There are reams of instructions for the bride, from how to carry her veil to how she shall greet the business acquaint ances of her father. But how about the poor, neglected bridegroom? There are no pages written, for his enlightenment. He does well to get a paragraph or so tucked down near the end of the story. No one tells him how to carry his hat or cares whether he has a hat at all. He is supposed to efface himself-to en ter into the scheme of things only when the ceremony cannot go along without him. There is only one occasion upon which the bridegroom is absolutely necessary, and that is when the min ister must have someone to pro nounce the husband of the fair bride. Even then the poor harassed man has a propensity for slipping the ring into the wrong pocket, so that he is compelled to fumble for it. In the end he drops it, whereupon it prompt ly rolls out of sight, and is rescued only after much conrusion and con siderable embarrassment. Men with out number have been known to for get the golden circlet of sweet bond age altogether. Not only must the man in the case assume a neutral demeanor during the festivities, but he must dress the part. His clothes are black and sol cmn to behold; he is allowed to dis play absolutely no partiality in the choosing of his wedding garments. He looks very much the same as he has dozens of times when attending formal affairs. The bride may be a veritable Flora, wreathed with gar ments, veiled in mist of tulle and filmy lace. The only festal note al lowed the bridegroom is a single blossom or boutonniere of white against the somber blackness or his coat. Another thing---he has always been led to believe the woman of his choice loved him devotedly, that her parents approved of him as a son and that he was generally persona grata. Yet when the day of happy consummation arrives every one weeps over the bride, who thereby endangers her own loveliness by wiping the tear drops from her shining eyes with a wisp of lace masquerading as a hand kerchief. Every tear is like a stab to the man standing by wondering what it is all about and feeling very much like a brigand caught in the act of stealing away a beautiful young maiden. All this sentimentalism and panoply of love is very dear to the heart of a girl, dreaming, as she has, over the most wonderful, the most eventful day of her life. Yet when the loneli ness of the bridegroom, despite the fact that this is his wedding day and one quite as momentous to him as to the bride, is taken into considera tion, small wonder then that so many pairs of lovers wing their way se cretly to some quiet nook and take the vow of eternal constancy away from the sight and sound of cere mony.-Pittsburgh Sun. And Still Missing. The Harlem woman who goes in for the higher art has a miniature Venus de Milo standing on the piano, just to show the casual caller that she's wise to what's what. This woman has the Venus and she also has a new hired girl, who comes from furrin shores. In dusting the piano the other morning, while her mistress was out doing the marketing, the girl bowled over the Venus. She picked it up, picked up also a chip or two and then began to weep. When the mistress arrived home an hour or so later she found the girl on her knees peering under and be hind the piano and looking in various other directions, all of which suggest ed that she might be searching for something. "What is the matetr?" asked the mistress of the home in surprise. "Oh, I knocked over that statchoo," lamented the girl, pointing to Venus. "But it doesn't seem to have dam aged it any." "Yes, it did," insisted the girl, al most tearfully. "It broke off both arms, ma'am, and I haven't been able to finn them." The "Sure Nail" of Palestine. William H. Thompson's book about the Holy Land, called "The Land and the Book," has had the curious fate of outlasting many books of Biblical criticism of a far more pretentious na. ture. Its popularity through the years is due, in part, to the fact that it explains so many obscure matters in such a natural way. For instance, there is the passage in Isaiah: "I Will fasten him with a nail in a sure place," and again: "This nail, fastened in a sure place, shall be removed, and cut down and fall." The "nail," says Dr. Thompson, was a wooden peg or tent pin, sometimes driven into the wall through tne plaster, and he adds with the feeling of one who has had experience: "Not one in a score of them but what bends down, or gets loose or falls out." CARED FOR COOK'S BOUQUET Doctor Carefully Places Bunch of Flowers in Dish Pan of Water to Preserve Them. 'Twas late in the evening, and all in the house was still. Suddenly the doorbell rhng, and the doctor, whose ear was well trained, awoke. Someone needed his services, he concluded, and he walked softly down the stairs and opened the door. ."Miss Caroline Tomkins?" said the late caller. "She has retired," said the worthy doctor. "This is for her," said the man, handing the doctor a tissue-paper pack age, from which peeped flowers and buds and leaves. The man departed, and the doctor closed the door. "Some admirer of cook's," he said to himself, "has brought her a bou quet." He walked into the kitchen and placed the package in a dish of water. An indignant cook stood before him next morning. "I wish to give notice," she an nounced. "I'll not stay another day in a house where some varmint puts my new hat in a basin of water." Too Much for Her. Calling one day to see an old friend who was visiting her married son, I inquired of the colored maid who an swered the bell: "Is Mrs. Smith at home?" "Yas'm, she home," the girl replied, showing no inclination to invite me in. "She here all right, but she got a misery in de haid." "Mrs. Smith, senior?" I asked with concern. "Seen me?" she exclaimed suspi clously. "'Cose she seen me. lHuc come she aln' see me w'en she hire me las' night huh own self!"-and she indignantly shut the door without fur ther parley.-Llppincott's. NO FUN WITHOUT TAIL. g---i "Doggone it! Dis is six dogs I've found today an' not a tail among de lot!" Busy Days. "Well, Dobby, these seem to be busy days," said Harkaway. "Yes," said Dobby; "Mrs. Dobby is busy from morning to night trying to make up her mind where to spend the summer." "And you?" said Harkaway. "Oh, I'm busy from morning to night trying to gather together enough to enable her to spend what she'll have to spend while sl:ending it," said Dobby.-Harper's Weekly. Her Giddiness. "I suppose Catherine Brown has her hair bleached now," said the returned traveler. "Yes," replied the stay-at-home, "but how did you know? You've been away nearly a year." "Yes, but I thought that would be the next step; she had just begun to spell her name *Kathryn' when I went away."7-Catholic Standard and Times. Cause for Thankfulness. Heady Exhibitor (at R. A.)-And- ah-do you like our little show as well as the salon in Paris, mademo selle? Visitor-Oh, much, much bettaire. Exhibitor--Really? I'm delighted. And why, particularly? Visitor-There is so much less picchaires.-Punch. Serious Objections. "Well, how are you making it now?" "Still in the lowgrounds." "Why don't you climb higher?" "High climbin' makes my head swim." "Well, then, get a move on you." "Oh, no. I never move until the rent is due."-Altanta Constitution. Nervous Wedding Guest. Sexton (wishing to ascertain wheth. er he should seat the arriving guest with the bride's or the bridegroom's friends)-Bride or bridegroom, sir? Nervous Guest-Oh! Neither-neith. er!-London Punch. Helping Him Out. Her Brother-Her eyes are like vio lets, and her cheeks-well, I hardly know what to compare them with! His Sister-How would artificial roses do? Ignored. "Do the people in this hotel ever talk about me when I am not pres ent?" "No." "The mean things." An Honest Confession. The Friend-Well, I see you have your sign out. Getting any practice. Young Doctor-Yes, a little. There goes ore of my funerals now. BOOK THE ROSE OF ENGLAND. Through centuries rose and sham rock and thistle have been honored as the specific emblems of the three countries of the United Kingdom. They have been part of the symbol ism of other coronations, the last time interwoven with the lotus flow er of India. It can hardly be said that the rose means as much to an Eng lishmen as shamrock or thistle to his kinsmen. It is not a badge of nation ality like the thictle. It is not sacred to England as a country distinct and apart. We go back six centuries and more and find an Edmund Plantagenet with the red rose for his badge. From him the house of Lancaster took their red rose, and from them the Tudors. But as the wars of the roses remind us, the red rose is not the only one for which Englishmen have died. Shakespeare would have us believe that the House of York first took the white rose for its badge in the dan ger of war. The truth is that the white rose had been the badge of the House of York ever since the title of the duchy was created. Red roses and white were united in the Tudor house, and a rose of any hue became the emblem of England.-London Mail. A MUSTANG'S ANCESTORS. But, brilliant as was the career of the Narragansett pacers while it last ed, the pony that has played the most conspicuous and, In many respects the most important, role in the United States is the mustang or "bronco" as he is often called. These horses are undoubtedly the descend ants of horses brought over by the Spanish conquerors. They are easy under the saddle and remarkably ture footed and enduring; Indeed in the latter respect there is probably no breed of horses that will do so much work without being fed grain. These characteristics have made the mus tang serve an excellent purpose in the cattle business, but they are so fully offset by others, of a less desir able kind, that he is not, under any ordinary circumstances, an animal of much value.-Outing Magazine. PRESERVING SPIDER'S WEBS.' Naturalists employ an interesting method to preserve all kinds of spid ers' webs. The webs are first sprayed with an atomiser with artists' shellac, and then, should they be of the or. dinary geometric form, they are pressed carefully against a glass plate, the supporting strands at the same time severed. After the shellac has dried the plates carrying the webs can be stored away in a cabinet .Even dome-shaped webs may be preserved in their original form by spraying them, allowing them to dry before their removal from their supports. Many spiders' webs are very beautiful, and all are characteristic of the spe. cles to which they belong, so that. from a scientific standpoint, their peg manent preservation is very desirable, ORIGIN OF "BOSH." "Bosh" sounds a fairly good Eng lish word to apply to your political opponent's arguments. It isn't. Skim ming Doctor Beddoe's "Memories of Eighty Years," one finds the doctor trying to explain the Protestant re ligion to a mullah. "Tt seems a very decent sort of religion," said the mullah, in excellent English. But there were two objections. The first was that we "pay no honor to the prophet." The second was "your doc trine of the Trinity, which you will excuse my saying is bosh." We have got the word from the Turkish. It means nonsense. FIRST APPEARANCE OF COMMON THINGS. The first pipe organ was made by Archimedes as early as 220 B. C. The first dictionary was made by the Chi nese scholars in 1109 B. C. The first pair of spectacles was made by an Italian in 1299. Steel needles were first made in England in 1545. Ad. vertisements first appeared in news. papers in 1662. The first horse railI road was built in 1826. The folding envelope was first used in 1839. Coal was first used as an illuminant in 1826. The velocipede was invented by Drals in 1817. ODD WEDDING CUSTOM. Among the Lolos of western China it is cnsmtomary for the bride on the wedding morning to perch herself on the highest branch of -a large tree, while the elder female members of her family cluster on the lower limbs, armed with sticks. When all are duly stationed the bridegroom clam bers up the tree, assailed on all sides by blows, pushes and pinches from the dowagers, and it is not until he has broken through their fence and captured the bride that he Is allowed to carry her off.