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Caruso has a vole# of gold. Or, anyhow, quite rear It. It also takes much gold, we’re told. In order that one hear it. And Nordica. whose voice Is high And soars in regal splendor. Is heard, they say. and only by The aid of legal tender. And Sembrleh has a voice so rare That very few can trump It, But at your ear some folks declare You need a golden trumpet. Ho mat ter what the cost may be. We go to hear and cheer 'em. Although each ear may cost a V, Each ear is bound to hear 'em. So step up lively Into line. As spry as little crickets; These stars for you will hardly shine Unless you have the tickets. —Chicago Chronicle. Mrs. Dudleigh’s Portrait By BELLE MOSES ** X F IT another stroke, Hugh, the like ness is perfect!” and Mrs. Hugh fell back in ecstasy. She had been married 14 years, and had not yet lost her enthusiasm. “I might deepen the shadow under the right eye,” said Gresham, reflec tively. Mrs. Gresmah resolutely took the box of pastel crayons out of his hand. “It would be the height of absurdity— with the Dudleighs expected any mo ment.” “How many are coming?” asked Gresham, reluctantly submitting to her dictum. / “Mr. and Mrs. Dudleigh and Eloise. enough, I should think. There goes the bell! Now, Hugh, dear, I must leave you to your fate; promise me you won't sac rifice your art to your whims; it would be paying too dear a price for your bread and butter; I just couldn’t stand it.” “But I must alter when suggestions are made,” said Hugh, “and I’ve heard that Mrs. .Dudleigh likes to make sug gestions.” “Yes.” sighed his wife, "and I’ve heard ber suggestions have cast every at tempted portrait into oblivion.” A defiant look flashed into the dreamy “GERALD, HAVE I LINES AND CREASES IN MY FACE?” eyes of the artist. “That will not be the fate of my portrait, I promise you. Aline; it shall leave this studio a per fect likeness." “Good boy!” she whispered, then she left a kiss upon his forehead, and slipped Unto the enclosure behind the screen, a bit of the long studio which she had ap propriated as a bedroom. She was not a moment too soon; steps were heard in the corridor, and Mr. Dudleigh’s hearty voice rang out as Gresham opened the door. “Good afternoon, my dear fellow! Here we are on time; I hope you are ready to be peppered. Laura has brought her pince-nez on purpose. This is my daughter, Eloise.” Mrs. Dudleigh bowed, cordially, and Miss Dudleigh followed in a more for mal manner. Then Gresham led them into the full light, where he had placed the portrait and stood aside to watch their faces. “I call that fine!” cried Mr. Dudleigh, <juite delighted, “the most natural thing I ever saw in my life—the way you have your head-—the clear flesh tints—ths expression of your eyes—the color of the hair. I think it’s a success, Gresham, and if it is you’re the first to succeed in producing a portrait of my wife. How does it strike you, Eloise?” “As a living thing—one cannot say too much in its praise.” She had seated herself on a small dais, where Gresham usually posed his mod els, and her large, serious eyes had studied every detail. There was a great reserhblance between mother and daugh ter, though Mrs. Dudleigh’s expression at this moment showed anything but pleasure. "1 am glad you both like it so much,” she began, a little stiffly; “perhaps l tuay bo better satisfied if Mr. Gresham will allow me to make a few auggea „ion3." Mrs. Gresham, behin] the screen, gave a sigh that wa.s almost a groai. Gresham squared his shoulders and brought his bo* of pastels. Mr. Dud ieigh fidgeted. Mrs. Dudleigh as sumed her most critical air, but M*ss Dudleigh allowed a faint smile to chase the gravity from her face, though she never changed her position on the dais, where she sat looking down upon Ihe little comedy. “I think.” said Mrs. Dudleigh, ‘‘that the line of the neck is rather too much in shadow; my throat is much fuller —don't you agree with me. Gerald? Mr. Gresham, just blend in a little more of the flesh tint, if you please— ah, sp! See what an improvement— 1t takes away that extremely angular effect. I don’t like angles in por traits, you know—and—er—pardon me, Mr. Gresham, isn’t that a smudge on either- cheek? It gives my race a dirty appearance—and there are sim ilar streaks around my nose at the base. I am of the opinion that flesh tints would bring out the characteris tics much better. Don’t you think so. yourself?” “Well—” objected Gresham, at* crayon poised* “I don’t quite agree with you- those streaks and smudges, as you call them. are. the lines and creases of your face—they make (he character far better than mere com plexion tints.” Mrs. Dudleigh turned a horrified look upon her husband; “Gerald, have I lines and creases in my face?” “Not perceptible ones, my dear; of course not.” “You misunderstand me,” said Gresham, firmly. Mrs. Dudleigh flashed an indignant glance upon him. “You are trying to paint an impressionist portrait of me. I abhor the impressionist school; I want the real thing; take out all the shadows and leave the pure flesh tints.” Mrs. Gresham stifled an insane desire to rush out and throttle the destroyer of her husband’s art, for, to her con sternation she noticed that he was pre paring to comply. “The cheekbones, too, need filling out,” remarked Mrs. Dudleigh. “and a little bit more sparkle to the eyes would be a sable—they lack that—er—well—hu man attribute, soul, you artists call it?” Gresham cast a look toward the screen, and as his glance traveled back to the portrait it rested on the face of the girl on the dais, in whose eyes gleamed hidden laughter; he himself smiled, grimly, and fell to work. Sug gestions poured from Mrs. Dudleigh. Gresham made no reply, he only worked more busily; at last he turned and faced his inquisitor. mat is an l can cio. airs, jjuaieign, he fell back and rolled the easel for ward into full view. “Why, it’s Eloise to the life!” ex claimed Mr. Dudleigh. “1 never saw such a transformation.” Mrs. Dudleigh looked at it—frowned— and then looked at her daughter. "It is excellent.” she admitted. "There, now Gerald, you see I am an impossible sub ject. I’ve proved it to you again and again. However. Mr. Gresham, you may send the portrait home; Eloise is the gainer. You’re a lucky girl, my dear. Come. I’m quite disgusted.” Miss Dudleigh came down from the dais and stood in front of the portrait. “You’ve put laughter in my eyes,” she remarked; "I wonder why.” "It was there.” he answered, bowing low as she passed out. Then Mrs. Gresham came from behind the screen, and the artist’s triumph was complete.—Town and Country. BRIDE’S GIFT IS GARTERS. Ancient Customs Are Revived at the Marriage of Crown Prince Pred erich and Duchess Cecilia. Berlin. — Several ancient wedding customs, practiced by the Prussian royal family two centuries ago and earlier, have been revived at the fes tivities in honor of the marriage of Crown Prince Frederick William and Duchess Cecilia of Mecklenburg SfcJjwerin. One of these is the so-called court at cards, in which the bride and bride groom, while playing cards with the king and queen, receive the congratu lations of the court. The emperor, empress, crown prince and crown princess sat at a regular card table in the white hall of the palace, with card tables for other members of the royal family right and left of the em peror’s table. Behind each distin tinguished personage sat his or her suite, and the invited guests massed in front of the card tables, bowed deeply, and then took up positions right and left, making room for sim ilar groups. Another ancient ceremony was a dance by torchlight, dating from the early Teutonic times. Aftervthe bride and bridegroom left the wedding party the chief lady ia waiting gave each of the guests a gar ter of silk or velvet, with the bride’s monogram and the date in gold letters. Worst of It All. Parke—It costs twice as much to llvs as it used to. Lane—And the worst of it Is that it isn't worth It—Brooklyn Lifo. GROWTH OF WASHINGTON. No dity in the United States Offers More in Any Way to Ita Inhabitants. A census just takeD by the Washing ton police shows that the national cap ital’s population is increasing at a sur prisingly rapid rate. A city built to or der for purposes of government and lacking manufacturers, shipping and wholesale trade. Washington has devel oped along lines peculiarly its own, says the New York Tribune. It has had to grow in default of any natural advan tages as a center of commerce or indus try. Overshadowed by Baltimore, only 40 miles’ distant, and with no terri tory of its own to draw on for popula tion or business, the city was long con demned to isolation and to such slow and painful growth as it could achieve through the broadening of the federal service and of the federal government’s activities. VV'hat population it had it at tracted simply and solely because it was the seat of federal power, and to the present time its character as a capital still wholly dominates its character as a city. There are indications. However, in me census just taken that Washington is beginning to grow as a city faster than it is growing as the seat of government. Since 1890, certainly, the population of the District of Columbia has expanded out of ratio to any expansion in the lim its of the federal service. The census of 1890 showed a total of 230,392 inhab itant in the federal district. By 1900 the total had increased to 278,718. This gave Washington a percentage of increase for the decade of 20.9—a higher rate than that reached by Baltimore and only 2.C less than that reached by Philadelphia. This discovery caused some surprise, for it suggested that in spite of its handi caps as' a non-manufacturing town the national capital could still compete for population with two great near-by cen ters of industry and commerce like Philadelphia and Baltimore. The cen sus of this! year gives evidence of still more remarkable progress. According to the police figures the population of Washington is now 322,572—a gain over 1900 of 43.853. This is within 5,000 of the total gain between 1890 and 1900. It shows for the five-year period a per centage of increase of 15.03. Expansion, at the same rate for the next five years w'ould give the national capital a per centage of increase for the decade of 30.0G and a population in 1910 of 366.000. Few cities on the Atlantic seaboard are likely to outstrip such a record. Washington now stands fifteenth in the list of our great cities, In 1890 it stood thirteenth. Detroit and Milwau kee both passed it in 1900. Detroit’s total going So 285,704 and Milwaukee’s to 285,315. These two western cities are still gaining population rapidly, and they may hold their own against Wash ington in 1910. But New Orleans—now twelfth in rank--is in some danger of being outgrown by all three. New Or leans pupuiauuu m jsuu was and its percentage of growth from 185)0 to 1900 was only 18.6. Unless that growth is greatly accelerated. New Or leans will fall to fifteenth place and Washington will rise to fourteenth. Evidently the charms ot the federal cap ital as a place of residence are beginning to make themselves felt. No city in the United States offers more to its inhab itants and very few offer so much. The natural growth of the federal govern ment insures a steady and splendid de velopment to the capital, and that de velopment will continue to attract popu lation, if it does not directly encourage manufacturing and end its period of stagnation and dependence, and a few decades more will see it solidly popu lous and prosperous as wrell as a rarely inspring and beautiful city. Chandler’s Chaff. Since his retirement from the United States senate William S. Chandler, of New Hampshire, has devoted part of his spare time to having fun with for mer colleagues and other distinguished men. Recently he wrote identical let ters to Vice President Fairbanks, Sec retary Shaw and Senator Foraker, pledging support to each of these presi dential aspirants and telling each that he had written the same letter to the other two. Secretary Shaw and Sena tor Foraker sent humorous replies, but the vice president apparently over looked the fun of the situation, for his answer was stately in Its grateful tone. Mr. Chandler also called at the white house and assured the president of his support in case the democrats should nominate him in 1908. Foreign-Born Pilots. In time of war the foreign-born pilots In British waters would be of great service to Britain’s enemies. Fifty nine pilotage certificates for the Lon don district and Thames and Medway approaches are held by foreigners, of whom 30 are Dutch. 13 Swedes, eight Germans, three Danes, three Russians and two Belgians. Englishmen are not allowed to obtain pilotage certificates in foreign ports. Discovered. Sharper—Why dc you suppose Bos ton is called the Hub? Carper—Because it is the center of gravity? “No. Because the rest of the world toes around it.”—N. Y. Sun WHITE HOUSE COAT ROUTED Heretofore TTnconquered Boss of the Stables Laid Low by the Horse “General.” "Billy,” the unconquered butter, the pride of the white house stables, and the joy of the president’s boys, is laid up with a broken leg. In a stall at the other end of the building, down by the Corcoran art gallery, is “Gen eral,” the carriage horse, placidly, munching hi3 oats, reports the Wash ington Star of recent date. There is not a hint of triumph ip. the old bay’s demeanor, yet from all accounts his good right hind hoof laid Billy low with a single stroke, and thereby put the bully of the neighborhood out of business. Friends of Billy, who still have faith in his prowess, are confi dent that as soon as his hurts are healed he will proceed to take terrible revenge out of General’s tough hide, but neither the old horse nor his backers are at all concerned over the prospect. Billy's rapid rise from the obscurity of kidship on a Pennsylvania farm to the exalted position' of butter-ln-gen eral at the white house is a matter of history well known to all the friends of the Roosevelt boys, to the ushers at the mansion and to the blue-coated guardians of the peace who patrol the grounds looking for cranks. They all believe that Billy is a prodigy. No goat that ever ate a newspaper or drew a boy's wagon ever displayed half the head work- that Billy has shown. When he was first introduced to Archie and Quentin, five or six months ago, he already gave evidence of genius. Before he was ever hitched to a cart he scored his first knock-down by ap proaching one of the colored laun dresses from the rear and upsetting the surprised woman into a basket of wet clothes. By the time his horns had grown to be as large as butternuts he had added two hostlers, throe tourists and a score of secret service detectives to the list of his knockouts. At the stables, where he is cared for with the rest of the white house stock, the hostlers spent much time and pains in training Billy in his profession. They soon discovered that he butted most furiously at a feather duster. The sight of the fuzzy implement was to the goat what a red flag is to a bull cr a turkey gobbler. It was great sport to set a duster up against a tin can or a barrel and watch the result when the goat was brought within range. In less time^than it takes to tell the duster, can cr barrel would be spinning 30 feet In the air, and the infuriated little fighter would be gnashing his small t»etli and dancing a w’ar jig, just spoiling for another round. When Archie and Quentin had Billy out in their wagon he would often start after some inoffensive person whose appearance he did not like, and it w’ould be only with great difficulty that he was restrained from butting the stranger into the next block. As Billy's strengtn increased so did ms arrogant spirit. From a mildly ob streperous young thing he soon grew to be a veritable terror, and it was not very long before most wise ones about the stable «dodged or fled to the loft when Billy lowered his horns and aimed his bright eye. But one day lately Billy met his match. Like Sullivan, like Corbett, like Fitzsimmons, and like many other gladiators who went into the ring once too often. Billy decided that he would “take on” General. Now. General is or dinarily a most mild-mannered old horse and was never known to resent the slash of a whip or the insult of a harsh word. He had drawn the presi dent's carriage, with his mate, Judge, for many years. They constitute the “government team” that falls as a heritage to president after president, regardless of party. But it is said that General on this occasion suddenly be came another kind of horse. At any rate the mill lasted but one round. Billy rushed, led a two-horned swing at General's side, and missed . As his gray body shot wide of the mark. Gen eral executed a deft side-step and planted his right hind hoof on Billy’s left hind quarter. It was all over. Billy landed all doubled up in a heap at the farther end of the stable and did not rise again. The stableman rushed to his assistance, but the fallen hero indicated by his groans and dejected appearance that he did not care to go on with the battle. Since that day he has remained in his stall, and even the fuzziest of feather dusters fails to tempt him out. ABSURD IDEA. Jack—If I sliould give you a ktss would you give it away to your father! Helen—Of course not, you goose! What does he want with a kis3?—Chi caso Daily Ne^a. 4 '• " *" ' “ f ' ’ THE SCHOOL LUNCHEON Should Be a« Carefully Seen To by tlM Housewife as the Host Formal Heal. Having seen from 20 to 40 lunch baskets or dinner pails opened every day for 17 or 18 terms of school, I nat urally have some thoughts stored away on the subject of children's lunches. Methinks that if some of the mothers could be present at the open ing, there would not be so many unat tractive luncheons. My heart always sympathized with the unfortunate one who always sought to.be alone at this time that her companions might not see the contents of her basket. I am not advocating a great variety or elab orate display, but a little forethought and a dainty touch will work wonders. I remember a little girl whose luncheon always attracted the atten tion of the other children, yet it was the essence of simplicity. It was the preparation of it that counted. It was always in a tasteful little basket, lined with a red and white napkin. On this reposed nice sandwiches, a rosy apple, usually a cup containing sauce, a spoon and a cooky or a piece of plain rake. Mayhap the dull-looking tinpail beside it contained more goodies, but was not half as satisfactory. When my boy goes to school. I expect to give as much thought to what constitutes bis dinner as I do to wnai goes on me home table. If we have a pudding. It will be a very easy matter to mold one and set It away for the next day’s “surprise,” for I think the “surprise” adds greatly to the enjoyment. Hap py the child who thinks: “Mother planned me a nice dinner.” A bunch of grapes, an orange, a peach or a pear occasionally will give a festive touch, and incidentally prove beneficial to the child. If more fruit and good wholesome bread and butter were used, and less knick-knacks, there would be brighter, healthier boys and girls in ''our schools. And if there were provided a steaming dish of some nourishing soup for the child’s sup per, it would do much to supplement the cold noonday meal. Mothers, let us give more thought to this subject, and not carelessly throw into the lunch pail whatever comes handy.—Ohio Farmer. FASHION’S FBILIiS. Shirt waist suits of natural pongee ar« ’.rimmed with medallions of Venise lace in self color. Although the reign of the polo turban ind companion small hats continues, arger hats will also be on view durin| the coming months. Parasols of plain’ silk, with detach ible handles of logwood, are populal for travelers. The only new styles of parasols this season are the flat Japanese shape and ;he deep tub. Vivid colorings are conspicuous in th« millinery of the year. Tailored cloth costumes in new shade* 3f yellow and apricot have been intro iuced in Paris. Coat sets, consisting of collar and cuffs, are to be had not alone in linec and pique, but in lawn and lace a* well. Chiffon roses make a oeautiim trim ming for evening gowns. Eyelet embroidery decorates the para sol of linen. Voile de soie is a splendid summer fabric, transparent, and suggesting both mousseline de soie and grenadine. The separate coat of lace and embroid ery is a feature of the summer styles. Broderie Anglaise is employed for the decoration of cloth gowns, particu larly in white. The monogram fad now extends to the belt buckle. The white linen fad covers the white linen parasol, the whitfe linen sailor which can be hand-painted or embroid ered x>r both, the white shoes, the white dresses, the belts, the stocks and all the other articles of wardrobe. Thera are hundreds of pretty little white linen articles which can be part of the summer girl’s outfit if she aims to be a white linen girl. Spiced Hard Sauce. Cream a cupful of powdered sugar with half a cupful of butter; rub in a teaspoonful of cinnamon, quarter tea spoonful of cloves and a generous grat ing of nutmeg. Pack into a small flaring dish and decorate with candied or Mar aschino cherries. Nice to eat with boiled rice. About Lobsters. Henpex—What’s the matter with me? Well, I just went into the kitch en to tell the oook how to broil a lob ster. Mrs. Henpex—I see by your appear ance that she roasted a lobster instead. —Pittsburg Dispatch. Easily Traced. Mother—I wonder from whom you Inherit your talent as a sculptor, dear? Son—Must be from you, mother; I’ve often heard you say father was lust putty in your hands!—Detroit Free Press. Clean Fruit-Can Tops. iti© inside of the tops of fruit cans Is often encrusted with a white de posit. This can be removed by boiling the tops in strong soda watefr.