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VOL. I. CHURCH DIRECTORY. Our Lady of tup. Gulp Church— Catholic—Sundays, first mass 7 a.m.; high mass 10 a.m. Evening service at 4:30 p.m. On week days mass at 0:30 a.m. Rev. Henry Led’uc, pastor; Rev. Father Alphonse, assistant pastor. Methodist Episcopal Church, South •—Breaching second and fourth Sundae* in each month at 11 a.m. and 7:30 p.m. Sunday-school at 0:30 a.m. Prayer meet ing evening Wednesday at i o'clock, boats free. Rev. W. G. Forsythe, pastor. Christ Episcopal Church—Breach ing every second and fourth Sunday morning at 11 a.m. Sunday-school at 9:30 a.m. The public is cordially invited to attend. Rev. Kelson Ayres, pastor, GETTING A START. •tow an Ambition* Young Man Sold Heal Estate and Peaches. It was in the spring of 1807 when a small office was started on the north west corner of Madison and LaSalle streets—capital, ten dollars and fifty cents; annual receipts, two hundred and fifty dollars. First year was a hard pull. I had a sign out: ‘‘Real Estate and Law. ” The law department con sisted chiefly in drawing deeds, trust deeds, bills of sale, etc. The real-estate department did most anything in the way of real estate, hut as at that period of Chicago’s existence the total trans fers for an entire year amounted to about two dozens one can imagine my share was exceedingly small. It was midsummer, and receipts for that month had been lower than the average. A respectable-looking young man came into my office, hailing from r western city. He said he had not been eating three square meals per a day for quite a time, and asked the privilege of sleeping in the office. The thought struck me I could utilize him, so I went down with him to South Water street and purchased two nice baskets of early Crawford peaches. I borrowed a pine door Irora a carpenter friend of mine in the alley, and with the aid of two ash barrels set the newcomer np in business opposite my office entrance on Madison street. The peach depart ment thrived. First day he took in five dollars, and we increased the stock to such an extent that we had quite a thriving trade. This fellows name we will call Jones, He had a very per suasive way of inticing the young ladies as they passed by to purchase peaches, in fact lie caught everybody, and many of Chicago’s citizens will -re member a cry that lasted all that summer on tho corner, “Now then, ladies and gentlemen, here is the place to get you r fine early Crawford peaches. ’’ Superintendent of the building object ed, and came and asked if Gasman wat annoying me. I said; “No, let thepooi fellow earn a living—he is all right.’ In fact, had the peach department beer suspended the real-estate firm would have collapsed. Soon after this a South Water street merchant, noticing the ability of the young man to sell his fruit, offered him a guaranteed salary of one hundred dollars per month, and he left my firm, Husiness did not thrive for quite awhile, but one day, as lucli would have it, an old gentleman with long bushy whiskers strolled into the office and asked me if I was a lawyer. I confessed, and he gave me the de scription of a piece of property on the north side, the title to which he said was very much mixed. He had come all the way from Honolulu, Pacific ocean, to have this straightened up, and he would give me hall there was “in it,” if I could perfect the title. The night before this a num ber of my old college chums had called to see how I was getting along. We were all graduates of the Chicago Law university, and I was the only one whc had the nerve and recklessness to start an office; the others had taken clerical positions in established law offices; the boys used to come into my office occa sionally to see if my elbows were wear ing out, and prophesied that I would soon have to give up my office and go with them, but the man from Honolulu settled it. I went to work, and perse- verence won. I bought the interest oi the different owners in the North Side lot, and eventually sold the lot and made eight hundred dollars clear. I was afraid to trust any bank in Chi cago with my money. I used to hide it under my pillow, and kept a big ax un der the bed to protect it. My fellow graduates called again—it was Christmas eve. I had a first-class new suit of clothes and a stove-pipe hat, and they were greatly surprised. When I exhibited to them my roll of bills they turned pale with envy and left the office. Three days after that six new real estate and law office signs, were hung up, and I think that every one of the gentlemen who started in business on that day has prospered, either as a lawyer or real estate dealer. No less than three occupy positions on the judicial bench, and perhaps my bold effort to establish a business in dull times had its beneficial effect.— Robert C. Givins, in Banner of Gold. A Case in Point. "It’s but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous.” I ‘‘How so?” "Here’s a man offers 51,000 for a bird dog. That’s sublime. Here’s the owner, who won’t take it. That’s ridio ulcus.”—Jury. Tho Difference. He—Yon know, they have a fine idea in China; they kill all the girl-babies, and give them to the hogs. She Ah! And here the girls are not given to the liogr. till they grown VANISHED DREAMS. Beautiful stories, in shielings wild, They told of tho fairies when 1 was a child— Mow with feet like the foam-bells, so light and fair, They entered the dwellings of want and care; And as morning dew melts oft from the grass, So the cloud of sorrow was sure to pass; No blight on the crops which the fairies had blest, For day they brought gladness, for night they brought rest. Oh heart of my childhood: what vigils vain Were mine as I watched for the fairy train; But the feet of the fairies came not nigh: No glimpse of their beautiful wings flashed by; And the peasants said: “Ah, they know too well Where peace and gladness and riches dwell! Walt—and if clouds darken over your sky, Surely then will you see them nigh.’’ Alas! for tho home of onr childhood days— Its weed-choked gardens, its moss-grown ways— I heard them tell how, one autumn night, Over heather and moor flashed the weird corpse light; I heard them whisper: “The fairies know— O'er the homestead they love falls the shadow of woe; The fire will be quenched, and the hearth be lone, Ere the winter hafi past, or the March winds blown.” The fires are quenched, and the hearth is lone; Dear names arc carved on the gray headstone; Only, I think, In my heart remains The echo of long-ago joys and pains: The half-believed legends have passed away; Life grew too real—they could not stay. The earth lights have faded—the night is drear; But the stars of heaven were never so clear! -Mary Gorges, in Chambers' Journal. A BOWL OF GIIUEL. What Dolly Gained by Her Culin ary Knowledge. The spoon was suddenly laid down and Uncle Joshua's shaggy brows con tracted till they met in a grizzled line across his forehead. “It's burnt,” said he. “Well,” tartly exclaiiped Adelina, “1 burnt my hand, too; that is, I scalded it dreadfully when I was stir ring in the meal, it spluttered and bubbled up. Rut ns for the gruel’s be ing burnt, that’s only your notion! I’m sure I didn’t cook it long. “No,” Uncle Joshua calmly rejoined, “you didn’t cook it long enough; it tastes raw. But tho milk was burnt, and you've got it too caltyl I can’t eat it. It takes a knack to make good gruel. It seems to me that n woman of your age, Adeliny—most thirty, arn't ye?—ought to know how to cook something fit for a sick person tq_<lat!” An angry red burned on Adelina’s cheeks. She seized the bowl of con demned gruel and flounced down into the dining-room, where the rest of the family were assembled. “I’ll never cook another thing for him as long as I live!” she exclaimed. “I do wish, ma, that when Uncle Joshua sent word that ho was coming to visit us, you had written to him that wo were sick, or something, and it wasn’t convenient!” * “Don’t be rash,” said Mrs. Dart, a sharp-toned matron, with calculating gray eyes. “Folks say he’s rich!” "I don’t believe it!” retorted Adelina. “Nor do 1!” echoed her sister Blanche, a languid blonde. “If he is worth any thing why does he dress so shabbily? I almost die of shame every time he goes to church with us!” “And think of his home!” continued Adelina. “That little red farmhouse, with its rag carpet, featherbeds and windows that won’t let down at the top—it’s awful!” "Why, I thought St was a lovely place, with its sloping, moss-covered roof and the big elms around it!” said Dolly. We have mentioned Dolly last be cause it seemed to be the fashion in the Dart household. Ever since she was a tiny lass and her father had foolishly wedded the Widow Wood and brought her and her two grown-up daughters to his home, Dolly had been a very insignificant person. Papa Dart did not long survive his fol ly. and after his death Dolly was treated worse than ever. She did most of the work and had least of the pleasure. Adelina and Hlanche seemed to have a sort of spite against her. Perhaps it was owing to jealousy of her beauty, for Dolly was very pretty. Few of the fashionable set in the town of Conover knew anything about Dolly. “She is such a mere child vet—too young to go into society,” Mrs. Dart wouid carelessly remark. “I have Ade lina and Hlanche to chaperon, and when they are comfortably settled in life, why then it’ll be time for Doily to ‘come out’ It isn’t likely that she cares much about it, anyway, she's such a home bodyl” Dolly was abut, like most youag girls, she had a longing for pretty clothes and gay festivities. And when she heard about the ball that was to be given down at Squire Dela no s, the nabob of the town, in honor of the return of his son and daughter —the former from a German universi ty and the latter a wise young damsel from Vassar—when she saw with her own eyes the dainty cream-tinted invi tation with her own name, "Miss Dor othy Dart,” written on it, she wanted to go very much, indeed, and, for a wonder, summoned up enough bold ness to manifest her desire. “Why, Dolly, what can you be think ing ofl” exclaimed her stepmother. You know 1 cannot afford to get you anew dress!” “1 can wear my white muslin!” stout ly persisted the young girl. "Your old muslin? That wouldn’t do at all! You'd be a real dowdy!” "She might have ray blue silk fixed “FUARIjXISS IN’ AT.T. THINGS.” BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, MAY 21,1892. over,” suggested Blanche, whs was not bad-hcarted if folks didn't set her up to it Adelina frowned. “You said you were going to have your blue silk colored and made into a Watteau wrapper,” she remarked, severely. “Yes, I did intend to,” Blanche re plied, subdued by the frown, and Mrs. Dart ended the conversation by savinc. decidedly: 0 “You see, Dolly, it’s quite impossi ble! What with Adelina’s new wine colored satin and Blanche’s silk, 1 can’t afford to spend a penny more.” Now it so happened that Uncle Joshua had never paid much attention to Dolly. Ho had either thought that she had too much to do and that ho would not add to her cares, or he had preferred to have her half-sister wait on him. But he took kindly notice of her now, when, after her little battle, she came upstairs, bringing him a bowl of gruel that she had made with her own hands, for, wise little woman that she was, she knew that the best way to cure her own unhappiness was to do a kind act for somebody else. “You made it, you say?” tasting it "That’s first rate! Neither too thick nor too thin. Milk isn’t burnt and meal isn’t raw! .Salted all right tool Humph! Guess you’ll do if you are a mere chit! But what makes your eyes so red, child? Been standing too long over a hot stove cooking for an old ogre like me? No! I’ll bet my best white Cheshire pig that you’ve been crying.” Dolly began to give a half hysterical denial, but the old gentleman was sc kind and sympathetic that before she hardly knew it the whole story of her desire and her disappointment came out. “Humph! humph! humph! Too bad, child,” was all that Uncle Joshua said, while ho sipped his gruel in big spoon fuls. And when the bowl was empty he said: “I wish you'd write a note to Miss Amanda Bartow and ask her if she won't come over and have a game of cribbage with me.” Now, Miss Amanda Bartow was one of the aristocratic spinsters of the town, but she and Uncle Joshua had been old friends and schoolmates, and odd and old-fashioned as ha was, she loved him like a brother. Accordingly, she answered the note in person, and the cribbage cards were forthcoming, but I imagine the game wasn't a very spirited one, for the old couple seemed to be talking very earnestly about something else, and before she went home Miss Amanda called Dolly to one side, and said, in low tone: “So you want to go to the party, do you, my dear? Well, both your uncle aud myself would like to have you go, for it's going to be a very fine affain As for your old muslin dress, just let me take it home with me. Bcrhaps I may be able tb fix it up with some lace and ribbons. Don't mention this to any one. We’ll surprise Mrs. Dart and her daughters. ” Dolly knew how to make other nice dishes for tho sick, and now that tho rest of the family had let him fall into her hands, Uncle Joshua fared sump tuously. “I should think you’d trot your feet off!” Blanche observed, commiserat ingly, while Mrs. Dart added, with a sigh of relief: “Well, it’s a mercy someone suits the old man! I don't know what we’d do if we had to wait on him, now that we are so busy petting ready for tho party!” The evening for the last-mentioned event came. Mrs. Dart and her daugh ter drove off in a stage of high satis faction, and hardly had the sound of their hired hack died away before Miss Amanda’s private carriage dashed up the road—“ For all the world like a fairy godmother's pumpkin coach!” as Dolly afterward laughingly expressed it. Miss Amanda herself alighted from the carriage stately in her black velvet and diamonds and bearing a largo package in her hand. It contained not the flimsy muslin (which she had taken merely as a ruse to get Dolly’s meas ure), but instead an elaborate gown of white silk brocaded with tiny pink and silver roses. A pair of dainty pink satin slippers, a huge tan of rosy os trich plumes; a necklace of pink coral set in exquisite silver filigree work and a big bouquet of fragrant roses com pleted the outfit. t “For me!” Dolly gasped. “For you!” said Uncle Joshua, who had hobbled to the door on his crutch, and stood peering in with kindly smile on all this finery. “That’s to pay for the nice bowl of gruel you made me! And now I’ll go back to my room, and do you get all this toggery on as soon as you can!” Of the great sensation she made, of the surmise and discomfiture of Mrs. Dart and her daughters—of the glee and grace with which Dolly danced— of the complete conquests she made on everybody—why you’ll have to ask Miss Amanda. And when Uncle Joshua heard about it, he nodded his gray head in satisfaction, saying; “That’s right! that’s right! She de serves the best. I intend that she shall have ill I’ve got-*and it’s more than most folks think; it is, too! She ought 'to have some reward—a girl that can cook for sick folks as she does!”—Phil adelphia Times. —A man who has been insulted by Doireau angrily hands him his car’d with the words: “There, sir! I shall be at home all day to-morrow!" To which lipireau gravely replied; “Sp halj 1, siiT’—Le Figaro; OF GENERAL INTEREST. —The silkworm’s thread is 1-5,000 o 1 ftn inch thick, that of the common garden spider about 1-30,000 of an inch. —Pictures on ancient Egyptian tombs prove that the common bellows was known in the time of Tothmes 111., 1490 11. G —A size in a coat is an inch; in un derwear the same; in socks ; an inch; in a collar, a half-inch; in trousers, one inch and in a hat one-eighth of an inch. —There is a whirlpool in the Santa Fe river three miles northwest of Uigh Springs, Fla., into which 1,000 feet of line has been lowered without finding bottom. —A French officer has devised a rifle that will throw a stream of vitriol for a distance of over two thousand feet, to be used against savages when they attempt rushes. —The total amount reported appro priated by foreign nations and colonies for their representation at the exposi tion, so far as heard from, is 83,951,- 353. Quite a number of those which have decided to participate have not made appropriations. —The Fans are the only people in equatorial Africa who have a currency, and they are strong monometallists. The money is of iron, wrought into pieces resembling rusty hairpins with flat heads. They are put up in bundles of ten, and one hundred bundles is the market price of a wife. —A French physician is authority for the statement that the regular tramp of marching soldiers is much more harmful to brain and body than the less regular walk of the ordinary pedestrian. According to the scientist walking ten miles in line is as exhaust ive as walking twenty at a go-as-you please gait. —Formerly sites for furnaces were often selected with a view to material being brought to the tops of the fur naces without any expenditure of power; nowadays the sites are chosen so as to admit of ready removal of the iron and slag in large quantities with in a limited time, plenty of room and good drainage. —ln Norfolk county, Va., a few days ago Cornelius Wood fired at another negro named Henry Adams at close range with a pistol. The ball struck a bottle of whisky in his pocket, passed through it and struck a quarter of a dollar and glanced off. Wood, seeing the whisky running down the man’s leg. thought he had killed him and made his escape. —The Russian government has adopt ed a very liberal policy towards the exposition. Information has been re ceived at headquarters that the minis ter of finance, with the approval of the emperor, has decided to pay all freight charges on Russian exhibits for the fair, to insure the exhibits and to dec orate the Russian section. The impe rial porcelain factory is making ware of special designs to be shown at the fair. —ln Geneva county, Ala., a jury by its verdict settled the value of kisses. A young fellow named William Hor ton was indicted for assault and bat tery on Miss Sallie Jones. The testi mony of the young woman was that Horton had kissed her against her will. Horton testified that the kiss was with Miss Sallie’s free will and consent and that he had kissed her one hundred and fifty times before. The jury returned a verdict of guilty and assessed a fine of one hundred and fifty dollars. —There is an interesting collection of cats in the cellars of a cold storage warehouse on Front street, Philadel phia. The temperature of these cellars varies from 13 to 30 degrees Fahrenheit, and the rats and mice were so destruct ive that three years ago 13 cats wore caught and placed in them. At first they had to be closely confined, but they soon adapted themselves to their new conditions of cold and darkness, and now seldom venture into the light and warmer air. When brought °up they at once attempt to return to their cold quarters. Five of the original 13 remain. Their hair has grown very thick and remains without change through the year. Two litters of kit tens have been born in successive years, all having very thick hair. The room where they were found was at a tem perature of 31 degrees. the Knows Man's Weakness Speaking of art, I know a lady art writer who has fitted up a unique corner in her family sitting room that would charm any man fond of a pipe, a cigar or a chat’with the clever hosL ess. It is a sort of a divan fitting into a slight recess or alcove. A small black bearskin sprawls upon the wall at the back, just beneath a high win dow. The divan is covered with a magnificent robe which puzzles nine teen out of twenty people—a Texas cowskin, coal black and of great size. On the floor at the foot of this is a rug of a mountain lion skin—a splendid specimen. And fastened to the walls, working in a swivel to the right and left are superb and highly polished horns of the wild cow whose hide you are sitting on. The horns are ash and cigar stub receivers and can be lifted out of their sockets and replaced at will. Above them on either side arc Indian relics and Chinese trinkets, re spectively. Each article has a history. Stretched at full length in this cosy re treat, with a good cigar and the con versation of a highly gifted woman, it seems hard to believe that there is anything worth living for outside.— Y. Herald. PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. —The Raroness Burdett-Coutts has been conspicuous for setting the fash ion among her countrywomen against the use of birds aud bird plumage for the adornment of millinery, etc., and successfully' promoting the manufac ture of artificial birds for the purpose, a uew industry that gives employment to several hundred girls aud women in Paris. —Last June a young man was ar rested in Natick, Mass., because he would not pay his poll tax, amounting to two dollars, and he has been kept in jail ever since at an expense to the tax payers of one dollar an 1 seventy-five cents per week. The town is losing money on the transaction, but it is vin dicating an eternal principle with great success. —Lord Hartington, who is the new duke of Devonshire, has sat in parlia ment since 1857, and has in that time served his queen and country as sec retary for war, postmaster-general, lord of the admiralty, secretary for Ireland, and secretary for India, but his succession to the dukedom will probably prevent his ever becoming prime minister. —Miss Stella Hoyle, of Troy, N. Y., promptly arose in a crowded street car recently and gave her seat to a crip pled old gentleman who had entered. He asked her name and address, and she has just received from the grateful recipient of her kindness a diamond necklace. Young lady passengers may find it worth while to act according to Hoyle under like circumstances. —No uncertainty about this yerdict, soments the Peoria Herald. It is as clear as mud and covers the ground quite as well. “Death by being found dead in bed at 5 o'clock in the morn ing,” is new cause of death. “We, the jury, sworn to inquire of the cause of the death of , on oath do find that she came to her death by being found dead in her bed at 5 o’clock in the morning of January 15, 1893; in her bed at her residence, street, county of Peoria, state of Illinois; cause of death unknown to this jury.” —The late Cardinal Manning was a tall, gaunt man, with a vigorous frame and a largo head that was almost com pletely bald. He was a teetotaler, un like many of his predecessors, and ate only enough to keep body and mind in a hcallhy condition. When he was made cardinal, an influential member of his flock said to him: “I would like to see your eminence riding in some thing better than that shabby old brougham.’’ "Ah!" replied the prelate, with a twinkle in his eye, “when car dinals went abonT in fine carriages, they generally went to the devil.” —lt was bright moonlight and three a. m., and one of the toilers on a New York morning newspaper (says the Tribune) was on his way home to Brooklyn. He had to cross by a ferry, and he was naturally anxious to catch the boat. As he rushed down the bridge to the boat he suddenly perceived that it was just starting, and was about five feet from the slip. Determined to catch it at all hazards, he shut his teeth firmly and, running down the bridge, he gave a tremendous leap and landed beyond the chains, amid the cheers and laughter of the crowd. Turning to as certain the cause of their mirth, he saw that the boat was securely fastened in the slip, and that what ho had taken for the space between the slip and boat was only the shadow cast by the ferry house in the bright moonlight “A LITTLE NONSENSE." —“Er—do you think it is true that love goes where it is sent?” “I sup pose so—if it is properly expressed.”— Indianapolis Journal. —When a little girl in a Sunday school choir wants to bo an angel ail she has to do is to sing out. The idea that wings make the angel is merely a matter of ’pinion.—Picayune. —When a woman rises to terminate a visit she has more to say than during her whole stay. In this regard a woman is like a gun, which makes the most noise when it’s going off.—Boston Transcript. How To Do It—Bingo—“l’ve got so I sleep in pajamas altogether. ” King ley—“Why, I thought you didn’t like pajamas?” Bingo—“l didn’t but my wife made me some night shirts.”— Clothier and Furnisher. —An Episcopal clergyman, who rather likes a joke, was engaged to read the service for a brother minister, and was hurrying to church, a little belated, on Sunday morning. A friend, struck by his uncommon speed, in quired: "Sir, why so fast?” “In or der,” said he, “that he who runs may read.” —Texas Siftings. —Client —“You have an item in your bill, ‘Advice, January 8, 6s. Sd.’ That was a day before I retained you.” Lawyer—“l know it But don’tyou re member that on the Bth I told you you’d better let me take the case for you?” Client—“ Yea" Lawyer—“ Well, that’s advice.”—American Grocer. —Properly Diagnosed. —Stranger— "Doctor, 1 ache all over.” Doctor— “ Malaria, probably.” Stranger—“And my head Is all stopped up, and I have a tearing cough.” Doctor—“A little cold along with It I sec. Take— Stranger—“And 1 just feel as if this blankety-blank world was a rip-roar ing old fraud, and I’d like to throw that miserable old grinning moon at the sun and stuff all the stars down somebody's throat." Doctor—“By Jove! You'ye got the grip,”—N, Y. Weekly, TERMS; SI.OO Per Annum In Advance > HOUSEHOLD BREVITIES. —Orange Cakes.—One cupful of sugar, one-half cupful of butter, one lialf cupful of milk and water mixed, one and one-half cupfuls of flour, two e fTffs, one-half teaspoonful of baking powder, the rind of an orange; to be frosted.—Good Housekeeping. An outstretched fan, covered with rich, green moss and a spray of natural fl nvers lail out, makes a pretty center piece. Near the edge you may place a border of roses and buds. The fan may be fringed with dusty raillei or lillies of the valley, and it should be placed flat on a plate-glass mirror. —Silver Cake—Small Loaf.—Whites of four eggs, beaten stiff; one heaping cup of sugar, one-half cup of butter, one-half cup of milk with one-half tea* spoonful of soda dissolved in it, two even cups of sifted flour with a scant teaspoonful of cream tartar sifted in. Flavor with vanilla.—Detroit Free Presa —To bleach gutta-percha, dissolve it in twenty times its weight of boiling benzole; add one-tenth part plaster, and agitate from time to time. After two days’ standing decant the perfectly clear solution. Add it, little by little, to twice its volume of ninety per cent, alcohol, agitating continually. The is precipitated white—De> troit Free Press. —Potato Soup.—Three medium size potatoes, one pint of milk, one table spoonful of chopped onioft, one stalk of celery, one tablesjjoonful of butter, one even tablespoonful of flour, one half teaspoonful of salt, one pinch of pepper. Foil the potatoes until tender. Cook the celery and onion with milk in double boiler. When the potatoes are done drain and mash, pour on milk and strain all. Melt butter in sauce pan, and when bubbling stir in dry flour and stir in soup. Cook five minutes. Serve hot; thin with hot milk.—Christ ian Inquirer. —Kisses.—Heat the whites of four eggs to a stiff froth. Then stir in one and a-half pounds of powdered loaf sugar; flavor with vanilla or lemon ex tract. Continue to beat it until it will lie in a heap. Lay the mixture on a letter paper, in the size and shape of half an egg, and about an inch apart. Then place the paper on a piece of hard wood and put into a quick oven, with out closing the door. Watch them, mid when they turn yellowish, take them out and let them cool for throe or four minutes. Then slip a thin-bladed knife under one and transfer it to your hand; then take another off, join the two by the sides that lay on the paper and place the kiss thus made on a dish.— Boston Budget. —Cream Fish.—Put inadouble boiler a pint of milk, a blade of mace, a bay leaf, a tablespoonful of chopped pars ley, quarter of a medium-sized onion, and when all has come to a boil stir in a tablespoonful of butter, which has been well blended with one of flour, and cook three minutes, stirring all the time. Add the yolk of two eggs, which have been well beaten, and two tea spoonfuls of cold water added, stir well, put in pepper and salt to taste, take from the fire and strain. Put a layer of this sauce in the bottom of a greased baking dish or individual shells, then a layer of fish sprinkled with pepper and salt, then another of fish. The top should crumbs dotted with butter. Bhke to a golden brown and servo in the dish or shells. -N. Y. World. Cakvmaklng. One of two things, says the teacher of cooking, must take place to cause a cake to crack. “In the first place pastry flour only should be used for delicate cakes—in fact for all cakes. If you use ordinary flour, which may contain spring wheat, the cake, of course, is too thick, and the starch cells in baking or cooking require more moisture than they can get from the given quantity of liquids or cor responding materials in the cakes. Use, then, less flour, although I should say buy the winter wheat flour for cake. Then again the oven may be too hot when the cake goes in, or it may be placed too near an upper heat. All cakes should be baked at first <#h the floor of the oven. If the crust is formed too soon, the underheat will force the heat up, and as the gas escapes it breaks the crust and leaves, of course, the crack, so that it is either too hot an oven at first, or the wrong kind of flour that causes the trouble.” The same authority prefers water to milk in those cakes that are rich with buitor, as she believes it makes a loaf more delicate and with a softer crust. Water, of course, in such cases must be added gradually. —N. Y. Post. New Styles In Jackets, Many of the newly made eouavo, Russian, Bolero and Eton jackets open over loose blouse vesta of point de gene lace, or those of silk delicately em broidered in a tiny vine pattern. The backs of all these jackets lit the form very snugly, and in most oases the col lar is a high Medici in velvet, but in exceptional cases there is made a very deep turnover, ala Byron, and in thin instance a wide net and lace tie is laid beneath the collar and tied in large loops in front, the tie matching the blouse in texture. —N. Y. Post. A Vital Difforonc*. Wickars—l don’t believe there is much difference between genius and insanity. Viokars—Oh, yes there is a heap. The lunatic is sure of his board aa<l clothes, Journal NO. 19.