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iP.AND OPERA.
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.

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