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Established 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY, BY THE TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited OFFICE: MAIN* STBEET ABOVE CENTBE. FKEEL AND, PA. KATES: One Year $1.50 Six Months' s 75 Four Months 50 Two Mouths . .25 Tho date which the subscription is paid to Is on tue address label of each paper, tho change of which to a subsequent date be comes u receipt for remittance. Keep the figures iu advance of the present date. He port promptly to this office whenever paper Is not received. Arrearages inu9t be paid when subscription is discontinued. Male all mony orders, checks, etc ~p ay able to the Tribune Printing Company, Limited. The new United States of Central America contains less area than Texas, aud less population than Massachu setts, but it has got a chance to grow. Not only Americans, but the whole world, will be interested in the con ference of steamship men in London to discuss the question of adopting safer ocean routes for their vessels. Nothing should be left undone that tnll tend to prevent collisions and wrecks at sea, and if the London con ference shall result in lessening these disasters its work will have been well done. That peace also has its heroes of brave deeds has been demonstrated by the two gallant railroad engineers, John Rohlfing and John McXally, who nobly held on to the throttle to the last moment, saving the lives of the passengers and themselves meet ing a death glorious as was ever won on battlefield. The least that cau be done in their honor is to see tiiat their families are well provided for. Probably most Americans have for gotten if not forgiven that French sympathy for Spain that led so many resolutions to bo passed for ignoring the Paris exposition iu 1000. If the exposition oilers a chance to exploit ( American manufacturers and gain new markets, most of our manufacturers will be willing to send their goods there and not think of France as a hostile country. So there will bo general commendation for Commis sioner Peck, who has secured 40,000 square feet more for American ex hibits than had been expected. A practical example of profit shar ing, is furnished by the New London street railway company,soys the Hurt ford (Conn.) Times. A few years ago it inaugurated the plan of appealing to the employes to u-e all possible care in running the cars, and all civil ity in the treatment of passengers, aud in return offered the civility on its own part of a share in the profits, provided the employes responded to ; the suggestion. The plan has worked apparently to the satisfaction of all concerned. The road has sent out notices to each of its employes that a certain sum of money has been placed to his credit in a savings bank on ac count of this extra compensation. In the city of Norwich, sixteen miles away, it is proposed to inaugurate the Same system before long. The new Dutch premier of Cape Colony has shown his loyalty and im perialism by proposing a grant of $150,000 a year to the British admir alty. This is not novel. Australian colonies having contributed to the im perial navy for years. It shows, how ever, that there is little cause to dis trust the loyalty of the Afrikander Bund, which placed Mr. Schreiner in power. There are good reasons why British colonies should contribute to support of the royal uavy. It exists chiefly for their protection, and for that of their commerce. Any nation at war with a colonial power is at war with all her colonies,and war between England and a naval power would in volve sea attack on every British colo ny and blockade of its ports. Cana dian public men have talked listlessly of contributing to the British navy, and they should do more than talk. Canada is a great beneficiary of the navy, and should not let smaller and poorer colonies lead it in recognition of that benefit. Queer Place for Klertrlc Shock. When a Bar Harbor well digger com plained that he received electric shocks while descending a well in that fash ionable resort, his fellow-workmen laughed at him. But when a dog fas tened to a platform, was lowered to the surface of the water he howled pdteoOHly for an Instant and was dead when hauled to the surface. Output of Sowing Mnclilno*. Mure than 500,000 sewing machines are made every year 1p the United States, being nine-tenths of those made on the globe. About 200,000 persons are employed tn this Indus try. HAPPY! I Hi* youthful years bad withered In the Yet, after nil, 'twas bnt n whirling hour slum Out of the smoke-blind town | Where he and his wore brod. To where the sky shone with unblemished He was a burden, and, though Hps wero power dumb. Over a fair, broad down, ' Hearts wished that he were dead. . , • . ai „ # i i ,i And ho the cripple, whose sad Springs And so wished he; for in his wearied soul were more There was but one desire Thau one who watched him know. To slip away, to roach a strange, vague n iu i never soon so much green grass bo poal fore Whera time would cense to tire. Nor sklß ' s s0 blg ana bhl9 _ Eut on a day some one with grave, swoot face, He wns so softly glad, so full of peace, And tender, skillful hands, lie laid liim back and sighed. Came to his side, uud bore him from the Aud watched the deep sky and its floating place, fleece- It seemed, to far-off lauds. Dreaming that ho lmd died. —J. J. Hell, in Chambers's Journal. THE SILENT TROOPER. 1 CJ-3-.3 . (f? Cy W. L. Comfort, Fifth U. S. Cavalry. E^S^EZ-H EoorEK LAX " J". der, in private J ranks, never told $ just why he was ! kicked by his lieutenant, Mat j ml' ! Criin. Lauder! \; / f j never told any- | in [III thiug. That ac-i s>! ' j counts for his t c h T" left 4 ° w - ; self more than is common or judicious for one of Uucle i Sam's horsemen in lield or post. A troop is a family of big boys. Some of them are big bail boys, and i aa odd thing about it is that these i are not always the unpopular ones. : Troopers do not fall 011 the neck of a I i new man. They treat him with pin- i nacled dignity, like old cavalry horses treat additions to the picket Hue. If the uow man, in a reasonable period, develops 110 objectionable traits, lie will find himself a member of the family, which are other wolds fov a good fellow. But he can't be a silent man nor a i sneak; neither cau lie manipulate a voluminous correspondence. These things are fatal. Lander was a silent man. He was also my "bunkie," which means that X could put out a hand al most any time in the night aud touch him. Jfaturally, under such condi tions,my very proper prejudice ngamst him on account of his infernal reserve would either grow into au uncomfort able suspicion, it;not worse; or else I would learn to look beyond this seri ous mental derangement of his. As it was, I began to feel for him that strong, wholesome respect which one always has for physical capability, when it is not accompanied by mental sluggishness. Then I liked Lander's face. He was a handsome fellow—handsome astride his horse, aud at mess aud at glooming—handsome when silent. Yet I have seen his eyelids droop over a wicked pair ol shining eyes, aud seen an ugly, bloodless look about his lower lip. I saw this on the hot day when Lieutenant Mat Crim kicked him in the back, because—l wish I knew my- Belf. X will tell you what I saw. A couple of troops of the regiment' were out on a target range. We were I camped in a bunch of unaspiring foot hills which, late in the afternoon, rested in the huge conical shadow of Old Baldy. The tip of Old Baldv's icy cone punctures the sky at one" of the highest points iu Arizona. We were in that sand-stricken laud where wayfarers have to climb for water aud dig for fuel-wood. Wo were in that heat-ridden laud where the lean, long coyote scents death and trots cau tiously thither—where the vulture cranes his bare crimson neck from be hind a cloud, and peers earthward for dying things. Lieutenant Mat Crim was a little wasp-waisted chap, who had a dirty trick of getting mad. His West Poiut days were too fresh in his mind for him to be a good officer. He never allowed himself to lose sight of the fact that he was a commissioned officer and that a mighty stretch of superiority lay between him nnd n common, enlisted man. Crim had just been transferred to our troop. Lander had come from another regi ment two months before. Tho two men met that hot afternoon—just he fore grooming time. Lander saluted, Crim stopped short, caught at his breath several times aud began to relieve himself of a lot of livid English, all of which struck me as mystefioua. Lauder stood "at attention," said something in a low voice and walked away. Lieutenant Crim was uugovorna'ole. He sprang after Lander, kicked him in the back and said: "I II make life miserable for you, Charlie Howard!" which I judge must have been Lauder's civilian uuiue. Lauder laughed low and melodi ously. I was thiukiug how wicked Lander looked when lie laughed that way. Then tho bugle sounded "stables." Every man iu the troop detested the lieutenant, aud ail a lmir.id Lauder for keeping his nerve. One of the most unprofitable things u soldier can do is to strike a superior officer. The same kind of a finish awaits him as if he had been found sleeping ut his post. I watched Lauder, aud Lauder watched Lieutenant Crim during the several following weeks. And they were not pretty eyes, those strange eyes of Lauder's, us thoy trailed the movements of his superior officer. To all, he preserved his self-bound intensity. Glad, indeed, would I have been to come very close to the heart of this silent man, beoause I learned to have deep feelings for him. He possessed the eold nerve which makes heroes, and the groat warm heart which makes friends—l was sure of thia. list his nature was broad enough to cover bis troubles, so he did not confide in men. Heroes can bate well. Why my eyes wandered to the op posite side of one of Lander's letters while be was holding it up, and there lingered for a single disgraceful sec ond, is something more than I can ex plain. I cau only regret it. At any rate., I saw these words: "Oh, Charlie, do let me come to you!" A lady-killer is my silent friend, thought I; but didn't mean to road part of bis letter—really, I didn't. After live weeks the troops were ordered to the barracks. No cue was sorry, for life ou target range 111 Ari zona is tedious, putting it with studied mildness. And then they have mos quito netting in the barracks. A tragedy was enacted on those mr.oulit foothills at Old Baldy's base the last night on range. I am not a handy man at tragedies. It was this way: "Say, old chap," said Lauder in a light manner the morning before, "do a littlo favor for me, will you? I want you to meet a lady for me. I believe I will have another engagement to night!" "A lady in this country!" I whis pered excitedly. Nothing but greaser maidens aud squaws had I seen for months—it seemed. Reluctantly he hauded me a note, part of which is below: "I could not help coming. I wns frantic when I learned that k; was transferred to your troop. You must meet me to-night. Did you think 1 could fcrget you. Oh, Charlio, I may be acting unwomanly, but I am desperate. No one knows mo here in the village. I will be near the last adobe, but on the north. Oh. why did you go away? I tliqught * * * Come to-night. "ELSIE." "It's a common yarn," said Lauder nervously. "She knew me up North as a civilian. Crim aud I were sta tioned there, but he did not know me. I was only a private. She was lovely to us both. Tho queer thing about it is that I won out. Then it occurred to me that I was only a common sol dier, who had flunked at everything else he tried, and hardly lit to marry, so I applied for a transfer and chased out. She wouldn't have Crim any how. "Now Crim turns up again in the attitude of my superior officer, which is very dramatic, and the little wom an is here, which is also very dramat ic; and as I can't see them both, I want you to go to her. I must keep the other engagement. Tell her I'm a deserter or dead or any old thing " For the second time I heard Lan der laugh low and melodiously. I cau hear it yet. "There'll bo a showdown to-night," he said. After retreat,the lieutenant called for his hoise and loped slowly townward. The sun was red and low, and the silken ting over headquarters was cased for the night. A little Inter Lander entered the tent, threw his cartridge belt about him and saun tered carelessly out. "Don't keep the little woman wait ing long," he whispered to me. I watched his form grow dim in the shadows toward the village. Then I stepped into my cartridge belt, looked at my six-shooter and became one of the mysterious townward procession, Something is goiug to drop on the vil lage road this night, I thought. Lander was sittiug by the road side a mile from camp. He smiled, but did not speak to me. While I waited, I wondered why Ihadnotremombered to shake hands with Lander that night. It seemed a long time before the lieutenant's horse was heard down the road. I hoped that Lander wouiJ not pick off his man from ambush. I hated to thiuk he would do it. "Dismount, lieutenant!" sang out the man who had been kicked, and ho did not salute his superior officer. What Crim snid as he obeyed is rather important but not necessary to this narrative. But Crim knew then that ho was only a common human muu, like the being before him, whom he had kicked. He saw in the faded twilight a private in the regular army who in the presence of other men was his slave: but, who alone, in the foot hills of Arizona, was a cool, deter mined, smiling foo. He saw before him the handsome Charlie Howard, who was loved by a woman li 6 loved. He saw the reckless light in Howard's eyes whioh boded no good. And in spite of all theso things, Lieutenant Mat Criui was game. The moon was looking ovor old Baldy's icy crown now and the great dome übove and the sand below were filled with its whitenesss. "You acted the coward once, little officer try to be a man to-night," I heard Lauuor say. "It was iniprac tible to procure seconds, so you will have to rely upon the honor of a com mon soldier. Perhaps you never as sociated suoh sentiments with an en listed man. I see that you have your six-shooter. I was too soft-hearted to braise yon with my hands." Crim looked at his man keenly. He then looked over his six-shooter care fully. He had been a clever shot at West Point. "Who gives the signal?" ho added, clearing his throat. "Count three in the position of 'raise pistol,'" said Lander politely, "after which you aro at liberty to fire as soon as you please." Crim'stall gelding browsed uneasily and whinnied. Ho wauted to get back to the hav on the picket line, but he was a trained cavalry horse and did not think of trotting off alone. I watched, hot knowing what else to do. Both men took position, and came to the regulation "raise pistol." "Beady?" asked the lieutenant, clearing his throat again. "All ready," answered the silent man cheerfully. The moonbeams whitened his forehead. "One;" said the lieutenant. Both men were motionless. "Two!" he screamed. His arm dropped. There was a noise and an empty shell in his six-shooter. The lieutenant had forgotten to say "Three." Lander was dying in the moonlight, and thero was no empty shell iu his six-sliooter! Mat Crim, his super ior oilieer, ran to his horse like a thing affrighted, and galloped uway. "Go and tell her, old chap," Lan der whispered, "that Charlie Howard was afraid to ineot her to-night. Tell her that his memory is a far worthier shrine for her worship than—a com mon cavalryman. Tell her that I was a deserter, because old man, I think a lot of the little witch. Yon needn't tell her that Crim is a coward—just say he is a good shot." And when there were no more words I hurried away to tho village to keep Lander's engagement. She was there a little thing—pretty and trembling. There was n lace handkerchief iu her hand and a soft perfume about her. I told her what Lauder had said. She did not cry, but clutched my arm with fierce strength. "Take me to him," she demanded. I led the way back over the rolling road, and when we neared the spot where I had left my silent friend iu the moonlight, I heard a long, low, mournful howi, the answer mingled With the echo. "Let us hurry—faster!" I said. There was no change. Lieutenant Mat Crim had not returned. The wom an picked up the pistol which had fallen by tho silent man's side, and threw open the cylinder with the ease of a veteran. Six loaded cartridges fell into her hand. "You saw it all?" she questioned slowly. "And he was your friend?" I bowed. "Then yon will kill the coward foi your friend's sake!" She spoke the words altogether too loudly. "He is my superior officer,madame,' I whispered. "Leave mo now," she commanded. "But, madame," I objected, "1 must walk with you back to the vill age.'^ "No, no! Leave me. Ihavethis." She was replacing the cartridges into the cylinder. As I stood watching her, a bugler in the camp a mile away played the last call a soldier hears at night—the mournful, melancholy taps. And I looked down upon my friend, the si lent man—they wouldsouud taps over him to morrow—and I forgot that 1 was only a private in the regular army. "Leave me now," she repeated. And when I had gone a few paces 3 turned. She was bending low. The moon was high above old Baldy now, and his whiteness was upon the upturned face of the si'.ont man. Liontenant Mat Crim called for his horse the next morning, when a guard told him that the bodies of Private Lander and a white woman had been found out iu the chaparral.—Detroil Free Pross. Tho I.nat Hoy® of Corlylo, He generally spends his mornings till abont half past two o'clock be tween lying on the sofa, reading in his easy chair and smoking an occasional pipe, writes Carlyle's niece, Mary, to his sister, Mrs. Han uiug, in the Atlantic. At half past two ho goes out to drive for two or two auda half hours, sleeps on the sofa till dinner time (half past six), then after dinner sleeps again, at niuo has tea, reads, or smokes, or talks, or lies on the sofa till bedtime, which is usually about midnight, and so ends the day. He looks very well in tho face, has a fins, frosh, rnddy complexion, and an immense quantity of white hair, his voice is clear and strong, he sees and hears quite well; but for the rest, as I have said, he is not good at moving about. Iu geuerat he is wonderfully good-humored and oouteuted; and on the whole carries his eighty-fonr years well. Ho desires me to send you his kind love, and his good wishos; as you know, he writes to nobody at all. Ido not think he ha 3 written a letter, even dictated one, for over a year. A Straw Hat ami a Contented Shark. A Chinaman named Ah Hoi, con victed at the ICohala Court of having opium iu his possession, and under sentence, jumped from tho liinau aud was probably eaten by a shark. At any rato nothing was seen of the pris oner after ha disappeared ovor the side, uud the policeman who had him in Jcustody has (been discharged for oarclsssuess. The officer did not notify the steamer men of the jump of the Chinaman till the Kiuau was a mile or more away from the looality of the dive. The Kinau was put about, but all that could be seen was the straw hat of the Chinaman aud a large shark swimming loisurely abont. The steamer was several mile? at sea when the prieouer made his [break.—Paciiio Commercial Advertiser. I pes x**oiaa6ie4ae(eieeie;ii©;-3*j# i § NEWS AND NOTES! i | FOR WOMEN. | A Tinted Handkerchief. Tale tinted handkerchiefs bordered i Tith white lace are being adopted in | London. I Employment For Educated Women. I Educated women in England hud great difficulty in obtaining suitable smployment, as is shown by the euor | aious number of candidates who pre lent themselves for clerkships at the London General Postoffice. At a re lent examination held for women clerks there were 1530 candidates for thirty positions. Somo Fotclilnft Frock®. A turquoise-blue crepe- de-Chine gown, with an applique of ivory lace iu a design of festoons and true lovers' knots, is pretty, the yokelet being arranged iu a novel way with tucks of the soft crepe divided by rows of opeu work hairpin stitching. But a third gown is rather overdone with trim ming, for, primarily of pink silk, the skirt opens in front over a petticoat applique with ivory lace, and is bor dered, lirst with mink fur, and then with ruchiugs of pink satin baby rib bon, while at auother side, and again at the back, tall sprays of wild roses and leaves aro embroidered iu gathered chiffon of natural colorings. A Handkerchief Holder. There will bo a new attachment to your belt, my lady. It consists of a slight silver arrangement made to hold a handkerchief. It will be worn on the right side, directly beneath the arm. It will bo inado of oxidized or filigree silver. The hnudkerchief will ho odd and pretty. It will be made of the thin nest, sheerest material possible, and hemmed neatly quite near the edge. One comer is embroidered with a large and heavy monogram—the heavier the embroidery and the larger the initials the more desirable the handkerchief. It is fastened directly in the centre by the new belt clasp, and is tucked in so that the corner containing the mono gram shows plainly. Coining of the Long Skirt. Unfortunately for comfort, the long skirt appears inclined to stay, and short skirts, even when fitted with consummate art, certainly lack style, but for country visits it is impossible to wear the trailing walking skirts, and n short plaid skirt is a happy thought when it contrasts prettily with tho coat of the tailor-made gown, and saves the long skirt immensely, as it can be worn for country walks and general morning rambles around the homestead and gnrdons. Skirts will certainly be elaborate this winter. Many are built in tiers, representing three or four skirts, others are flounced in the circular fashion, and have fitted frouts and tops, while simulated skirts are very general already. All the smarter skirts will actually touch tho ground, and require to be raised for walking. Bodices iu jacket style forborne gowns bavo tiny basques and tabs or Van dykes, hut kept perfectly flat, and these tabs aro frequently put on sep arately, and worn with a belt. —St. Louis Globe-Democrat. I'roper selection of Glove®. Gloves should fit easily—neither too tight nor too loose. Iu the first in stance they make the hand appear clumsy, besidos stopping the circula tion of the blood, causing cold ex tremities and a variety of other com plaints which follow iu its wake; and in the latter case they wrinkle. Both extremes are to be avoided. In trying on gloves, which should he as carefully fitted to the hand as corsets ale to the body, the hand should be dry—ontirely free from perspiration. Tho fingers are first inserted, and the nicest care should he taken that they nro properly pushed in, for the future wear and fit of the glove depend upon how it is first put on. After the fingers are worked on the thumb is inserted, and then tho upper part of the glove receives at tention. Both gloves should be put on before either is buttoned. Begin at the second button and fasten the glove, and then return to the first and no trouble will he found in clos ing it. Iu removing gloves they should be pulled off from the wrist, thus turning them inside out and giving them an opportunity to dry and air. j Light-colored gloves give the hand a larger appearance than when i dressed in darker shades.—American j Queen. """ I A Few Thins;)) Women Can Do. I A recent English publication, I written by a woman about women and ' their work, gives some interesting 1 statistics regarding the popularity or i unpopularity of certain] lines of work 1 among the feminine sex. At the head jof the list stand the women who are j engaged in agricultural pursuits. The i census of IS9I gives England and j Wales 51,000 women employed in this j line of work, including field, garden ; and pasture; 21,000 are farmers and i graziers; the number of doctors, | physicians and surgeons is given as | 54,000, but this is almost certainly an error, as there is nothing like that : uumber. There is also a remarkable variety of pursuits from which to choose mentioned by this writer, who evi dently takes little stook in matrimony (perhaps because she is a Mrs. her self), as she plaoes the occupation of being a wife last on the list. Certain ly almost every woman can do some one of the following things: Women are now light house keepers, colliery workers (only at the pit brow), coster mongeri, Aregoyas (tending the Jew ish fires cet fiunday), fly tyers, iifseot setteas (si *se British Museumi. bank clerks, house painters and decorators, accountants, agents, brokers, taxider mists, rent collectors, letter carriers in country districts, rate collectors, schoolboard visitors, stock brokers, chiromancers, phrenologists, poets, pilots, piauo tuners, wigmakeri uud wives. Tiling* Seen at a Cushion Tea. One of San Francisco's annual dis sipations is a "cushion" tea, held just before Christmas in order to fill up the coffers of the Woman's Exchange. The "tea" generally comes oft' at the home of oue of the wealthy women manngersof the Exchange, and people flock to get a peep at the home ol aristocracy, as well as for the sake of charity and cushions. This year the ballroom of one of tlie mansions of swelldom was pressed into the service, and everywhere heaped high 011 tables or piled upon divans and settees the cushions of silk, velvet, cotton, leather and lace flaunted their varied beauties upon the passer-by. The prices wore as various as the materials that had been fashioned into cushions. They were within the reach of all pursoe, but most of the wallets that come to Woman's Exchange teas are golden lined. Some cushions were big and deep, with donkey ears at the corners. Others were rounded and edged with cord heavy as a cable. Some were of softest velvet; others were stiff with embroidery in gold and silver thread. Some wooed to rest; others bristled with jewels and dif ficult stitches. There were little cushions for pins and big ones for couches. Almost everyone was a labor of love. They sold wonderfully well. By evening it was low tide 011 the tables and divaus, and when 11 o'clock came most of the cushions had been scattered in many directions over the city.—New York Mail and Ex press. There aro r.7D,G03 women engaged in trade in Germany, the number having doubled during the last thir teen years. It is said that the highest salary paid to a school-teacher in Switzer land is SSOO a year and the lowest SBO. MOJO. Calve possesses an extrava gant admiration for Queen Victoria, and carries the queen's picture with her wherever she goes. Ogemaw Couuty, Michigan, will have a Prosecuting Attorney in petticoats. She will be Mrs. Merrie L. Abbott, who was elected in the late election. The ex-regent of Holland objects seriously to the term queen dowager. Her daughter has, therefore, issued a royal decree ordering that she •bo henceforth known as "Queen Emma of the Netherlands." The University of Alabama is to have a woman's annex; and it has been named in honor of Miss Julia Tutwiler, who was mainly instru mental in obtaining the privileges of the State institution for girls. The University of Upsala has added to the number of its professors of jur isprudence Miss EschelSou, the first female lawyer in Sweden. She is thir ty-six years old, and passed the last examination fortho bar in 1892. Miss Elva Hulburd Young, of Springfield, has recently won the dis tinction of being the first woman iu Western Massachusetts to secure ad mission to the bar. Miss Young is a Wellosley graduate, and has studied law at Cornell University. By the will of Mrs. Lucrotia A. Wilder, of Boston, an estate of about SIG,OOO is giveu to the Winchester Home for Aged Women in Charles town, the Massachusetts General Hos pital, and the Boston Hoincopathio Hospital, in equal shares. Gleaning* From the Shop*. French hose embroidered in jet. Children's eiderdown bathrobes. Black peau de soie lor odd skirts. Cheviot skirts with panel effects. Velours jackets embroidered in jet. Separate bowk no .s in jet, braid and lace. Checkod cheviots for rough-wear suits. Cross-striped and corded evening gauzes. Long cloth ulsters, plain nnd fur trimmed. Colored failles for gowns and com binations. White taffeta waists that are a mass of tine tacking. Hairbows in Alsatian style with bril liant ornaments. Velvet toques with fur edging and quills as a trimming. Cheap striped silks for fancy wrap pers and tea-jackets. Silk petticoats having raffles trimmed with chiffon ruching. Ladies' gloves modeled after men's heavy walking gloves. Now jabot and scarf ties in maslin, lisse, lace and chiffon. Fine hemstitched and lace-odged linen oollars for stocks. Ermine capes with colored volvet ruffles edged with mink fur. Black satin with brilliant cardinal or cherry stripes for dresses. Velvet evening cloaks with deep chiffon rnffles edged with fur. Scalloped effects in lace inserting, dress trimmiugs and tunic edges. Blaok volvet stocks with ruffles ol ribbon for au edging and bowkuot. White taffeta silk for yokes and vests embroidered with black chenille. Colored cashmere negligee sacquos trimmed with white border and acces sories. Sable scarfs trimmed with heads, tails of the fur, bows and jabots of chiffon with jet.—X)rj Goods Economist. SERENADE. Who is it sings the gypsies' song to-nlghf To mut>d strings, Deep in the linden shade, beyond the light My casement flings? Can it be Death who sings? Ah no, not he. For he is old— His voice is like the murmur of the sea When light grows cold. Who is it sings once more, on.se more again • The gypsy song? Song of the open road, the starry plain Estrnuged so long— "Come to tho woods, come, for the woods are green, Tho sweet airs blow, The hawthorn boughs tho forest boles bo tween Are white as snow." The wet leaves stir; the dim trees dream again Of vanished springs- Out in tho night, out in tho slow, soft rain, My lost vouth sings. —Rosamund Marriott Watson, iu Burner's Magazine. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Madrid is the capital of Spain, but she cau't bank on it.—Adams Jb'ree inan. "They say her ft ther moves in the very best society? ' "Oil, yes. A piano mover."—Judy. The Bride—"No mau cau serve two masters." The Benedict—"That's why I want you to be cook, my dear." "Who is that mau who has such a lordly air around here?" "He used to be our office boy. "—Chicago Recoi d. "I tell you, getting ma-Tied is risky business." "I notice the couple have to have someone stand up for tlieiu." Belle—"How did you find out the name of Maude's new beau?" Lena —"I gave her my new pen to try."— Puck. "How do you like your now club president, Mrs. Chatter toiD" "She's splendid: she never calls us to order." —Chicago Record. Mrs. Gunn—"l wish you'd pay a little attention to what I am saying." Mr. Gunn—"l am, dear, as little as possible."—New York Times. Greene—"Do they play golf iu Germany?" Redd—"Oh, yes; naven't you ever heard of the Frankfurter links?"—Youkers Statesman. "How in tho world do all tlieso young lawyers live?" asked a strauger. "By the pro visions of tho tode," re plied a bystander.—Atlanta Journal. The wrath of two tourists was greu: When the train at 2.UJ wouldn't wait. Though they made a to-do, The traiu whist,'o blew Toot-toot-toot at 2.12—t00 late! Gerald—"They sty that it takes three generations to make a gentle man." Geraldine—"Your grandson will bo all light then."—New York World. "You say Dr. Bowless is a specialist? I thought he was a general prac titioner. What is his specialty?" "Big bills," said the victim.—lndian apolis Journal. She (in a startled whisper)—"S-h-h! Don't you hear somebody talking?" He (dreamily) -"No; that's that golf suit you picked out for me."—Cleve land Plain Dealer. "I don't understand things," sail Willie, gazing at the elephant. "Here's the elephant that can't read growing two beautiful big paper cut ters right out of his inouthi"—Tit- Bits. Book Canvasser—"Pardon me, madam, but are you interested in the study of prehistoric man?" Miss Antique—"Oh, indeed! It keeps me busy trying to get the man of to-day interested in me."—Chicago News. Mrs. Browne—"Yes, we used to let Tommy sit on the dictionary when he took his piano lesson; hut his father putastopto it." Mrs. Greeile—"Why so? 'Fraid it would hurt the book?" Mrs. Browne—"No; it was too much like punning; playing ou words, you know."—Boston Transcript. WISE WORDS. When you cease give you cease to possess. The "larger hope" may end iu tho deeper despair. The way to watch is to work. It requires abundant grace to with stand abundant prosperity. Your position in life to-morrow de* peuds on your character to-day. A high ideal is a standing invitation to reach a more exalted position. The man who loses his life in love sows the seed of untold noble lives. The man who will not suffer the truth will have to suffer for neglect ing it. Tho miser who is able (but uuwill. ing) to relieve want is truly a miser able man. The exasperating trivialities of life aro little lead lines let down to fathom eur religion.—Ram's Horn. The Origin of "Week Day*. Sunday—The day devoted to the worship of the sun by our forefathers. Monday—-The day devoted to the wor ship of the moon by onr forefathers. Tuesday—The day devoted to the wor ship of Tieu or Tyw, the god of war. Wednesday—The day devoted to the worship of Woden or Odin, the god ol wind. Thursday—The day devoted to the worship of Thor, "or god ol thunder. Friday—The day devoted to the worship of Freya or Friga, the Venus of the North. Saturday—The day devoted to the worship of Saturn, the god of agriculture; or Satyr, the god of the forest. Vast Home For Wild Animal*. According to the Syduey Bulletin, the Victorian Government has re served 91,000 acres at Wilson's Pro montory as a national park wherein all native animals—barring snakes— may live and breed without moles tation. The object of these measures is to prevent the total extinction of 'Certain classes of Australian Fauna.