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WOMAN’S WORLD. I believe that 3 wife should be, In the fullest possible sense, her husband's part ner, and that, when It is necessary, there Is no limit to the work, the economies and the self-sacrifices she ought to share with him, but when she has done It, she Is en titled -to a fair share in the perquisites. Whenever women are granted independ ence —when the wife and daughter have their own bank account, no matter how small, and liberty to spend it as they please—we shall hear no more of the un rest of womankind and of discontent with the domestic sphere. There Is no other work so easy as housekeeping, and wo men are not fools. They know a good thing when they see it. but no Job that merely pays board and clothes, and In volves a fight over the clothes, is at tractive. No man would take it, even if the clothes were as gorgeous as Gen. Miles’ full dress uniform, and he had a seven-course dinner every night, and it is folly to expect women to be satisfied with it. That is one side of the question. No one can deny, however, that there are plenty of women who have been bitten by the prevalent career erase, and who are anxious to leave the home nest and try their foolish wings in the great world. My advice, every time, would be to let them do It. There Is nothing else on earth sa wholesome, and so chastening, and to convincing, as bumping right hard Into the actualities of life. Every stage-struck girl in the world be lieves that when managers see her they will fall over each other In their efforts to secure her to play Juliet. Every girl who wants to write for the newspapers thinks she will receive a check for a thou sand dollars by return mail for her poem on spring. Every callow maiden who paints an object that her friends recog nize, without being told, as a cow, ex pects to have her picture hung on the line in the salon the first year. Let her go and try her strength. Let the stage manager call her a dummy and tell her she doesn't know enough to walk across the stage. Let a cruel city editor call her cherished effusion "rot” and cast H in the waste basket. Let the art teach er Inform her that she doesn't know the first thing about even how to see things, let alone draw them, and my word for It. if she has a good home, she will take ths first train for it, and you will never hear anything more about careers from her. And that reminds me, says Dorothy Dix In the New Orleans Picayune, of a little romance in which I have had the pleas ure of assisting, in a way. Out In a West ern city there is a certain worthy gen tleman, whom we will call Mr. Blank, and who possesses a charming and lovely young daughter. Mr. Blank has thriven in the grocery line, hnd, like a good Ameri can parent, he lavished his substance on his daughter. He sent her—her name Is Mary Ellen—to a big Eastern school, where she acquired, among other things, the belief that she was destined to be a second Rosa Bonheur. Last year Mary Ellen graduated and went back home, but, to her father's con sternation, she announced that she pro posed devoting her life to that art that spells Itself with a big A, and that in the fall she Intended going to New York, where she would study for a few vears before going abroad to the French stu dios. Mr. Blank plrtied and pshawed. Tt wasn't af all whst he had planned. He wanted to enjoy his pretty young daugh ter. and in the end he hoped she would marry Tom Graham, who had grown up In his business* and was now Junior part ner, and who had been In love with Mary Ellen all his honest young life. 80 Mr. Blank argued, and Tom pleaded his cause, but tl to no avail. Mary Ellen affirmed her decision that she was wedded to art and that she had espoused a career, and quite turned up her superior nose at the girls who only cared for parties and beaux. Now, Mr. Blank knew this world pretty well, end so one day he called Tom into his private olfire and held a long consul tation with him, closing with the remark; "She wants a career. Well, I’m going to let her go up against It good and hard, and see if It won't knock some sense In her." That night he astonished Mary Ellen by telling her that he had been thinking it over, and he had decided that if she was sure she wanted to leave home and de vote her life to her art he would ralss no further objections, but that he would only make her a very small allowance. This amazed Mary Ellen, but as she had loudly proclaimed that the vanities and luxuries of life were nothing to her, she was too proud to ask for more money. Still more to her surprise, Tom seemed to coincide with her father, and told her that he perceived that she was right and that, while te could never love anyone else but her, he didn't feel that he had any right to stand In the way of her hap piness and success In the career she had chosen. It wasn't exactly what Mary Ellen had expected, and when she left home, with the smallest check in her pocket she had ever had, and Tom's cheerful good-by ringing in her ears, she begun to doubt If an artistic career was all that she had fondly Imagined and In the succeeding months that Impression gained force. She ascertained that real artists held quite different standards of criticism from the teachers at her school, and ;hat they didn't seem very enthusiastic about her gifts. She also made acquaintance with New Tork hall bedrooms and cheap table d'hote restaurants and ready-made clothes, and she forgot how opera boxea and themter tickets, and long-stemmed roses, and all the little indulgences the had been used to. seemed. Neither did It raise her spirits to hear that Tom was going about a deal with that pretty Gray girl. Finally Mary Ellen sat down and took counsel with herself. It was the day the art critic told her that In about six years’ more study he thought she would know enough to teach beginners, and the end of her meditations was the following wire to her father; "I am sick of art. Bend me enough money to come home on." Tom answered the telegTam. He found her a homesick little bundle of nerves, in a dingy back room she called a studio! and he gathered her into his arms, and she sobbed out the story of her troubles on his breast. That night I went around to the Wal dorf to say good-by ta her. "When you resume your career ’• I began. "Career!" she cried scornfully; "I have Jus* found the greatest career on earth, and I'm going to freeze to It.” A girl of 16 passed the office of the Emporia (Kan.) Gazette one morning re cently, dressed to kill. She had on red •ilk flUgree aocklngs, patent leather shoes, a tlO hat, a bustle of great price, a tailor-made skirt, a tucked ami frilled shirt waist and she carried a (7.60 para sol Her hair was frlaaed and frumped and bedecked and she wore Jewels and ■H manner of stuff that a l*-year-old girl haw no more buslneea wearing than she has to go naked. One rig le about as vulgar and cheap and tawdry as the Miter. Of oouree, (bmments the Gaaetta, tht# child who la being rushed into wo manhood by a foul mother doesn't move tn thr ta St crowd of girls and Itoyw of the town, ghe can't get I*. Her father makes pb nty of money, hut bar rn.it hi r e fool notion of dress bar* the child So aensl trta trveher desires to sas her hoy nr girt •*■ ••• with a girt whose wand ts Blind artth eh the fotly end vulgarity reflected I•* tbte <Mlde dress flhe might •• welt 1 •aery a banner tiadtsf “i mm boy struck.” And heaven knows sensible mothers fear a boy-atruck girl worse than a pestilence. When she is ruined, as this foolish child will be—either by a fool mar riage or without it, and one Is as sad and hopeless as the other —her silly moth er will be to blame for allowing the child to overdress. She has made the child a man-trap, and she will reap the reward of men-traps. Another girl passed down the streets a few minutes after *he first girl passed the office. Girl No. 2 is a daughter of a family that counts Its wealth with six figure*?. She wore a simple gingham gown that she made herself, and a pair of plain 23 shoes. Her hair was done up neatly and simply as a girl’s hair should be. There were no rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. She was a pretty, quietly dressed, sweet-faced Innocent school girl with her head full of the fine dreams and fancies that come to every girl. Her name is found in the list of those present at the entertainments given at the best homes in town. Her mother Is responsible for the child's graces. Her mother kept her girlish and in doing so the mother retains her youth. She is one of the handsomest women in town. Her face reflects a clean heart. The girt doesn’t hear malicious gossip In her home. She doesn’t know everything on earth or in hell—which word Is here used reverently—and she doesn't gad the streets. She is a good cook, a good house keeper and has the making of a woman as useful as her mother le. It is all a matter of Ideals in this old world. Often people think because a girl doesn't conquer the world as she promised to do in her high school essay, that she has forgotten all about It. But when a woman brings up a clean, whole some family in this generation of vipers she has been reasonably true to herself and her aspirations, even if she doesn’t strip the laurel tree for her millinery. Cloyed with beauty, surfeited with wealth, New York society—capital S, if you please—has deserted its self-elected standards and taken up Talent—with a capital T. Mrs. Charles Dana Gibson, says the Chi cago Chronicle, is its latest idol. Pretty, possessed of great musical ability, a line linguist, artistic to her finger Ups, ver satile to the last degree, she has for n time eclipsed her handsome husband. They call her the Gibson girl. Many people do not suppose that such a one as the Gibson girl—made famous from the pictures of the celebrated young artist—really exists. But they are the uninformed ones who have never had a favored glimpse of this personage in real life. For many years Charles Dana Gibson did not believe himself that she existed. Indeed, he said so many times. But he drew pictures of her, as he saw her In his mind's eye, painted her, posed her artistically, hired models who looked something like her, and went steadily on, seeking always his Ideal, until he met her. It was at a gathering of Southern peo ple that Mr. Gibson, uuthor of the Gib son girl, beheld the young woman who wag henceforth to be his ideal. In the assemblage was a slen der creature with wonderful eyes and the most magnificent figure that he, the young artist, had ever seen. On being told that she was Miss Irene Langhorne of the Virginia family of that name, he sought an introduction and from that very minute began to pay court to her. Of course, he was one of many, for such a fine young woman as a Gibson girl does not go about unadmired. And Mr. Gib son four,] so many rivals that any man with less courage than he would have given up. But give up he did not. With the persistency that has marked his work in Its progress toward the ideal, he de termined that he would win this Gibson type for his wife. Miss Langhorne was a great belle. Not only did she look pretty, but she rode magnificently, and in field sports was the leader of the Southern set. In the draw ing room she sang like an angel, and, whether in Virginia, In Baltimore or in New and ork, she was easily the center of her social circle. Finally, however, the persistent young artist won the day, and when Miss Lang horne accepted him she gave up some of the finest chances that ever fell to the lot of any girl. Ward McAllister, who claimed the honor of having in troduced her to New York aociety, declared that never had he beheld a more beautiful or more gracious young woman. The Langhorne family were well pleased with the match. With three daughters, all endowed with beauty, they felt that a burden of great responsibility reeled upon them, and, therefore, they made no objection when their prettiest girl decided to bestow her heart and hand upon a man who at time stood little chance of ever being able to place her In the position to which her birth and beauty entitled her. The wedding was a fine affair. Richard Harding Davis waa one of the ushers and Miss Langhorne’s pretty young sister, now making a great hit in society, was her bridesmaid. Mr. Gibson brought his bride back to fhe Life building and there, in the tiniest but most arttstlo quarters, they began their married life. In another year another Gibson girl was added to the family, and soon after the admirers of Mr. Gibson found themselves treated to the pictures of a wonderful Gibson girl, with strong, clear face, hold ing a very infantile Gibson girl in her arms, both looking as though they found the world an aristocratic and pleasant abiding place. The following summer the newspapers reported that Mr. and Mrs. Charles Dana Gibson, accompanied by Miss Irene Lang home Gibson, were making a tour of WOMAN UKE A DELICATE MUSICAL IMSTRUMEMT In good condition she is sweet and lovable, and sings life's song on a Joyful harmonious string. Out of order or unstrung, there is discordance and unhappiness. Just as there Is one hey note lo all music so there is one key note to health. A woman might as well try to fly without wings as to feel well and look well while the organs that make her a woman are weak or diseased. She must be healthy Inside or she (jan’t be healthy outside. There are thousands |k women suffering silently all over the country. Mistaken modesty urge! their silence. While there Is nothing more admirable than a modest woman, health it of the first Importance. Every other con sideration should give way before It. Brad field’s Female Regulator is a medicine foi women's ills. If is —— ness, headache, J Sj j\ Jn eral weakness. ?ou ||l will be astonished | 1, MR cafled remedies. jyf f’**' 1 We are not asking jf youtotrv anuncer happy thousands of Jw has done for olhers iff ffiSSSsSr Sold 'n drug store# ljjf • IHI HHt I! I•. KtUAfOtCO. ‘ THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. JULY 14. 190L' SAVES MEAT LIEBIG COMPANY’S EXTRACT OF BEEF Makes Meat Cos Further Makes Soup Taste Richer Europe, and several times the London Journals commented upon the fact that Gibson of "the famous Gibson girl” was among the English folk, with his own type with him. On their return the Gibson family still growing, moved into more spacious quar ters, and Mrs. Gibson, when the little Gibsons could spare her. was seen In society. Her voice was everywhere sought; but, though ready to display his own talent to the public, Mr. Gibson ab solutely forbade his wife to do so, and not even for charity would he allow her to sing. It was claimed at that time that the two most popular young matrons In the United Saes were Mrs. C. D. Gibson and Mrs. Grover Cleveland, and with the as sertion came the plaint that neither would allow society to lionize them, nor would either venture long away from the hearthstone which, in both their case*, seemed so irresistibly attractive. Mrs. Gibson is of the style called queen ly. Without an ounce of fat, she is of magnificent stature, neither thin nor plump. Her carriage, with uplifted chin and straight eyes, reminds one greatly of the Gibson type—that high-bred woman who moves along with hauteur, yet with all the grace of ladyhood. The Gibsons were married seven years ago during these years the young artist has taken the longest strides of his life. In the play of “Miss Buiton" several chllden are required for the first aot—they are, fortunately, supposed to be the chil dren of the poor, and they come to a Christmas party. As I had that play In my repertoire for several years, says Clara Morris, in the Critic, I naturally came in contact with a great number of little people—and that's just what they generally were, little men and women, with here and there at long intervals a real child. The play requires that one child should be very small, and as It was no unuusal thing for the little one to get frightened behind the scenes, I used to rome to the rescue, and as I found a question about "Mama,” won their attention the quick est, I fell into the habit of saying, first thing: "Where's mama? Is she here? Show me whore.” And having once won attention, it had gone hard with me, in deed, had I failed to make friends with the youngster. One Monday evening as I came to my place I saw the new baby standing ell forlorn, with apparently no one at all to look after her, not even one of the larger children. She was evidently on the very verge of frightened tears, and, from old habit, I stooped down and said to her, "Where's mama, dear?" She lifted two startled blue eyes to my face and her lips began to tremble. I went on, “Is mama here?” The whole little face drew up In a distressed pucker, and with gatps she whispered, "She’s In er box.” I raised my head and glanced across the stage. An old gentleman sat in the box opposite and I knew a merry young par ty had the one on our own side, so I an swered, "Oh, no, dear, mama’s not in the box—she’s '" when the poor baby cried, “Yes—she Is—my mama's in a box!" and burled her curly head in the folds of my skirt and burst Into sobs. At that moment a hard-voiced, hard faced, self-sufficient girl pushed forward and explained in a patronizing way: "Oh, she's too little to say it right. Bhe ain't got no mother—she’s dead and It’s the cof fin Annie means by the box.” Oh, poor baby, left behind! Poor little scrap of humanity! The Honeymoon— She was gentle, sweet and kind, Fafrer than the fairest flower. 1 Lingered always in his mind. Life was sad each absent hour. He was noble, rich and tall. More she loved him day by day. Manly were his actions all, 80 their hopes were bright as May. Cold December could not chill Love like theirs so deep and warm. Restless were their hearts until They were married In due form. Though the air was raw and bleak, High the waves and passage rough. Foreign parts they wished to seek, Fiercest gale was but a puff. Blx long days and nights or more. He watched by her seasick bed Sights he ne’er had seen before. Till his fickle love had fled. Then she hated him of course! Said she'd go home to her mother. So they parted and came back, She by one line, he by another. —Boston Globe. An Incident occurred recently near this city, says the Arizona Republican, In Which a 15-year-old girl displayed wonder ful presence of mind and illustrated the value of good judgment and self-posses sion In all everyday affairs of life, as well as on extraordinary occasions, when the house takes Are or two trains try to pass on the same track. In a ranch home not far from town lives a family which, at the time men tioned, had In Its employ a nurse to wait upon the lady of the house, who was In delicate health, and the girl refferd to, whose duties were to wash the dishes and attend to the minor household af fairs. Ono afternoon when the head of the house was away from home, the three women were sitting In a room together when the girl noticed a snake of consid erable size colled up on a clothesrack or zhelf some distance above the floor, and craning Its neck out and waving It to and fro In regular snake fashion. The girl kr.ew the Impressionable condition of her mistress and the possible effect upon her of any undue and sudden excitement, quick remembrance of this fact and her rapidly evolved plan of action are the proof of her self-possession. She knew the prevailing weakness of women to scream when anything unusual occurs, snd therefore knew she could not even taike the nurse Into her confidence at once In the matter of the discovery of the snake without great danger of precipitating the climax she wanted to avoid: So she quietly said to her mis tress: “I think I heard your husband calling you at the gate." The lady of the house at once withdrew, and as soon as she left the room the girl cautioned the nurse to make no outcry .and seizing tha nearest club went after the reptlls In a manner that put him out of business In a short order. The nurse, of courts, could not restrain a little demonstra tion when she first saw the snake, but she choked herself off In short order, and by the time the mlstresa of the house re turned to toll the girl she must have been mletaken about the call, conditions In the room had resumed their usual se renity, and the girl admitted that ebe must bava been dreaming when the fen ded aha heard the alarm outside. Halts* once said that the way ta gauge a woman's character waa by her rlioi s of colors, and that nut hum repressed character so much aa clothe* And he ad vised those In doubt aa la haw brat they might rat sal uir Innermost aelvee by their choice of garb, what garments and what tones they must wear. For Instance, if one reader has a lively expression, pale coloring, full neck, she should place in her frizzled locks a crimson flower; her dress should be of red tulle, cut low ‘0 show the dazzling whiteness of her shoul ders. long, floating sleeves of tulle, which will half conceal, half reveal her snowy arms, and a belt of red moire to encircle her flexible but nut too slender waist. Never, under any cjrcumstances, though, should she wear watery blues or ineffect lve drabs. t "It take* the women who own dogs to devise ways to carry their pets on the cars.” said the conductor to a New York Sun reporter on a Fifth avenue trolley car in Brooklyn. “Now, watch that young woman who Just got on carrying a bag. She has a do* in it.” Then he went to get her fare. "Pass, please,” said the conductor, after collecting the fare. "What?" said the young woman. "Pass for what?” "For the dog," said the conductor. "I see no dog.” she answered. "You surely don’t require a pass for a satchel?” "Dogs are not allowed unless you have a pass, Miss., said the conductor. ”1 saw you while standing at the corner open that bag and put It down on the ground and let a lltlte dog hop in. Rules say that no dogs are to be carried on these cars unless a special permit be given by the emopany.” “But I am not carrying a dog, I am carrying a bag,” said the young woman, smiling sweetly. "Well, I’ll leave it to the inspector,” said the conductor. “What he says goes." When appealed to, the inspector agreed with the conductor that dogs were not allowed on the cars and that a pass must be shown or the passenger offending must leave the car. Having delivered his opinion he turned to the young woman and asked for the dog. “I am not carrying a dog." said the young wHman. “I have a bag here, would you like to see what there is in it?” “Go on with your car, sir,” said the in spector. “When you see a dog in the arms of a passenger ask for a pass. 1 beg your pardon, Miss.” The young woman smiled sweetly at the Inspector and nodded triumphantly at the conductor as she took the bag on her lap, and bending down said, “They wanted to put my Fido off, did they? Missy too smart for them.” “That’s what a fellow gets when he tries to obey the rules of the company,” said tho conductor returning to the pas senger. "All kinds of schemes are devised to get them dogs on the cars without a permit. And a permit can be had for the asking, too. I can’t understand It.” To he superlatively stylish these days, says the Chicago Tribune, It is necessary that a woman shall own a diminutive specimen of the simian race and to carry it about in her pockets. It is some two years since the idea first obtained a lodg ment in the feminine brain on this side of the Atlantic. Now all lovers of animal pets sigh to possess a monkey. Men who make a business of catering to the whims of the people who like pets say that the demand for the pocket monkey is five times as great as the supply. They pre dict a bright future for the new favorite just as soon as the people down in Brazil can be made to understand what a good commercial article they have and thus be induced to make a regular business of capturing these monkeys and shipping them up here. The pocket monkey dwells so far in the interior of Brazil as to be almost out of the reach of traders. He is. perhaps, the smallest member of the monkey family known, being about five inches long, but with a tail that is something three times as long as his body. He belongs to the marmot family of monkeys and is ex tremely neat in person and cleanly,, of habit. 'lf It -wasn't for those characteris tics he would not now be holding the place he does in the hearts of those who have Invested in him. “We can’t get enough of them,” said a nan who makes a business of selling pets. "I have one here that I have been offered ss<Hfor, but the average price 13 $25. They are the finest little acrobats I’ve ever seen. For Instance, here’s a cage made on purpose for a pocket monkey. You will notice that It resembles a minia ture gymnasium. There are trapezes, horizontal bars and all sorts of things of that kind. Now if a pocket monkey didn’t find them In his home he would be heart broken. Of course they don't perform Just whenever one wants them to, but in the morning, Just after they have waked up, you will find him doing every conceiva ble gymnastic stunt, and If you don’t laugh you are a person with no sense of humor." A lady, says London Answers, was re cently reading to her young son the story of a little fellow whose father was taken ill and died, after which he set himself diligently to work to assist In supporting himself and his mother. When she had finished the story, she said: “Now, Tommy, If pa were to die, wouldn’t you work to keep mamma?” "Why, no,” said the little chap, not rel ishing the Idea of work. “What for? Ain’t we got a good house to live in?” "Oh, yes, my dear,” said th# mother, "but we can’t eat the house, you know ” "Well, ain't we got plenty of things In th# pantry?” continued the young hope ful. "Certainly, dear," replied the mother, “but they would not last long, and ■qihat then?” "Well, tna," said the young Incorrigible, after thinking a moment, "ain't there enough to last till you get another hus band?” Ma gave It up. After securing the right to take legal degrees and be called to the bar, French women have now the prospect of being required to discharge In courts of law du ties which many men hitherto have re garded as rather onerous than otherwise, and have sought oftener to avoid than to assume. A deputy has announced his ln- NEW HUSBAND. tlulte an Improvement on the Old. "I have been compelled to atop drink ing It,” I -raid to the friend who asked me to strengthen up on a cup of her good coffee. "Well,” she said, “that needn't bother you, for I have Postlim Food CofTec here, which completely cured a friend of mine of sick headaches." I tried her coffee and It was very good, but when I tried to make it at home, I whs disappointed. I soon found that I was not making It correctly, but by putting In two heaping tar-spoonsful of Poetum for each person and letting It boh twen ty minutes, It was delicious. I had at that time been an Invalid for several years, but did not know my trouble was caused by coffee drinking, of which I was very fond. X immediately begun to feel better after leaving off cof fee and using Fostum, snd stuck to It. One day I met a lady who was troubled the same as 1 was. and whoss appearance on the street really shocked me, for she waa so emaciated. Bhe exclaimed In sur prise at my Improved appearance, and wanted to know what I had been doing. Bhe asked me If I had had a healer of any kind. 1 said. "Yea. 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NlDW.il A C0.,58 Elm St.,New Yorlt tention of bringing in a bill during the present session of Parliament making it not only admissible but legally obligatory for women to sit as jurors. He proposes that all juries shall be required to con sist of six good men and true and six women similarly qualified. Exactly the same obligations as regards the attend ance of persons called to be Jurors will be binding on “citizenesses” as on citi zens, and the same penalties for failure to obey a summons will be authorized by law. It must at once be said, however, that the prospective jurywomen of France nobly rejoice at the privilege which the new measure if passed will confer upon them, and show no dispo sition to grumble In advance at the bur den which may be laid upon their shoul ders. "Well, young people," said Mrs. A., as she, with the various members of her house party, were discussing a late breakfast and the contents of the post bag. "What do you say to this Invita tion?” And she read aloud the following quaint missive, written with the broad est of “stubs,” in a bold backhand, on coarse white parchment: “The Witch of Endor will be happy to receive Mrs. A. and her guests at the Cauldron Fire, on the Beach, on June the —th, at 9 o’clock. Only ghosts, witches, wizards, gnomes, fairies and other inhabitants of the su pernatural world are expected.” To make the Witch of Endor’s meaning more apparent, whom I suspect is none other than, my lively neighbor, Mrs. X,” continued Mrs. A., "bal costume” is writ ten in the corner—so in plain English it simply means that a fancy dress func tion of some kind is to be given on the beach, presumably by Mrs. X., and that you are all asked to come, as some ghoulish freak. What do you say, shall we accept? A chorus of affirmatives, says the Necw York Tribune, was her answer, and a lively discussion followed about cos tumes, and the possibility of finding in the village “store” what would be re quired for their "get ups." It waß a fearsome and motley party that, guided by a flaming beacon on the beach, descended from Mrs. A’.s large private omnibus on the night appointed. A hobgoblin of the most grewsome as pect, helped out a diaphanous little fairy, and tucking her under his arm they skipped off together, while a stately ma gician offered himself as escort to an eerie looking spirit swathed in white draperies, and so on. But if the effect (was weird among their own party, fancy the scene on the beach! A full moon made a silver pathway across a mysterious black ocean to where the great waves oaught its sheen and with a roar tossed it, in shining foam, on the sand, where a fire gleamed with lurid brightness under a great “cauldron,” i. e., one of the huge outdoor fish boilers used by Long Island fishermen. Around it the skinny hags of Macbeth muttered their lnoantations as they kept the embers aglow, while around them darted huge bats with flapping wings, sprites, fays and goblins. The Witch of Endor, who came forward to receive her guests, was a tragic figure, draped in black, and so disguised that it was almost impossible to recognise in her the laughter loving Mrs. X. Just at that moment, with wild cries, half a dozen young witches astride broomsticks swoop ed down from the top of a dune and div ed into the crowd, which, like • verita ble crew of Comus were scattered over the moonlit beach. It was certainly a weird and wonderful scene. The Upper House of the Austrian Relcherath was Invaded a few days ago by a delegation of thirty flour girls, who with many tears and protestations, be sought the members of Parliament to al low them to continue their trade of hawking flowers in the streets. 80 many complaints have been made by the large florists of the Injury done to them by the cheap bouquets sold all over Vienna that the House seriously took Into con sideration the suppression of these Ir regular hawkers. A large, wired, well arranged bouquet of rose* with foliage has been offered this week to every passer-by for 4 cents, an exasperating price to the shopkeepers, who demand at least 25 cents for a similar article. Blrnnge stories are told by the enemies of this small industry of vanloads of flowers being ordered from Nice to a false address and then sold for a song at the station to the hawkers. The flower trade has so enormously increased of late years In Vienna that it is now but little in ferior to that of Paris, and great sums are spent yearly for the blooms which arrive daily in wagonioads r from the Riviera. The Relschsrath was so far moved by the flower hawkers’ deputa tion ns lo postpone the consideration of the affair until the autumn, so that at least a short respite is allowed to these flower-sellers, whose business is carried on In some families from one generation to another. When the woman at the aoda water fountain turned 'round to pay her bill, say* the New York Bun, she saw the fat clerk braced back against the perfumery stand, fanning himself limply. "Did you hear that?" he asked. “Hear what?" said the woman. "What?" he repeated, Incredulously. "It doesn't, seem possible that anybody could become so absorbed In a glass of tee cram soda as lo miss that. I am talk ing of the oscillatory performance of the woman who Juat went away from the 'phone. "lioneatly, that diatom la anew one on me, I’ve been working In drug stores, one place and another, a good many year*, and have heard aevrral millions of women talk through tha ‘phone, but this la the first time I ever heard one of them kies over the wire. “Bure, didn't you hear It? Why. th* amsik sounded like a popgun I'll bet the fellow at the other end of the line caught M. all right’ Ha couldn't ml*, it, gveti If be was away out In Man Francisco. “I wonder if thla iking of ending a tel*, pcs* csenversotiue I* someodng now or la it go old fad that 1 am Juat catching on to because I am so mortal green? I’m used to hearing pet names slung over the wires by the dictionary full, but this is my first kiss, figuratively speaking. It's funny. Long distance kisses may be old style In other parts of the town, but 1 tell you they’re a novelty here.” Not a few members of the diplomatic corps at Washington have American wives. Among the most prominent of these is M. de Wollant of the Russian embassy, who has been charge d’ affaires on several occasions in the absence of tiie Ambassador. His wife is one of the most attractive women of the corps. She is of the brunette type, tall and stately in carriage and graceful'in figure. Before her marriage Mme. de Wollant, who is an American by birth, was Miss Tisdell, a well-known belle of Washington society. Immediately after her marriage she spent a year or so with her husband on his fam ily estate In Russia, but since then they have resided in Washington, where they have a handsome house in the fashionable west end of the city and entertain gener ously. “Let us talk about something else than the weather,” she said, after we had sat gazing at each other for a long time. "But,” I replied, *T am sick of these new books thew are making so much fues about.” "So am I." she answered. “And you don’t understand politics.” "No. I am bored when people talk poli tics to me." 1 could not help noticing how beautiful she was, and Iwondered how her hus band could remain away from her. "Ah,” she said, "you are thinking some thing you dare not tell me.” I moved a little nearer her. "If you mean that as a challenge,” I began, "I will tell you all my thoughts. You are the most beautiful ’’ "Stop!” she commanded; "you must not say this to me. "Please go on. It is so stupid to sit here, as if we both were dumb.” "But,” I protested, "you will not permit me to tell you what Is in my heart." She signed and answered: “It would be wrong for me to permit you to let me know. It would not bo fair to my husband.” “Ah, yes! Always thinking of your husband!" “No, no—a thousand times no. When you are near me I too often forget him. But I must not tell you this. It would b* wrong. I saw you handing lemonade to Mrs. Sillyrie at the roof garden Thurs day night." “Yes,” I was forced to admit; “sho Is such an old-fashioned creature.” “Do you think her pretty?” “Oh, yes—ln a way,” I answered, de termined to make her suffer a little just for spite. “It’s a wonder you didn’t marry her when you had the chance. Goodness knows she waited long enough before tak ing Sillyrie on, and everybody knew that you were to blame." “Well,” I admitted, "I might be her husband now if it had not been for you." “For me!” she exclaimed, giving me the pup to hold; "what did I have to do with it?” "I would have been unfair to myself if I had married her when my heart turned to ” Her husband, says the Chicago Record- Herald, came in then to propose a ride in his automobile. Clever chop is Polly’s husband. Always eager to share his joys with others. HOW TO CLEAN BRASS AND STEEL. Oxalic Acid Gives a Fine Polish, bnt It Makes Bronze Look Antique. To clean brasses quicly and econom ically, rub them well with vinegar and salt or exalic acid. Wash immediately CHECKED LINEN AND BROWN DOTTED PONGEf after the rubbing, and polish with tri poli and sweet oil. Unless the acid is washed off, the thing will tarnish so quickly its last estate will be worse than Its first. Copper kettles and sauce pans, brass andirons, fenders, candlesticks and trays, are best cleaned with vinegar and salt. Cooking veeesls in constant use need only to be well washed afterward. Things for show—even pots and pans— need the otl-poltshlng, which gives a deep, rich yellow lustre, good for six months. Oxalic acid and salt Is the thing for fur niture—if it touches the wood around It only improves the tone. Wipe the brass es well with a wet cloth, and polish thoroughly with oil and trlpoll. Sometimes powrdered rotton stone does better than trlpoll. Rub after using, cither with a dry doth or leather, until there is no trace of oil. No matter what sort of braes ts to be cleaned It must he freed complete from grease, caked dirt and grime. Wash with strong ammonia suds and rinse dry before beginning with the acid and salt. The best treatment for wrought steel, which has a knack of growing gray, lus treless and til-looking, Is to first wasn It very clean with a stiff brush and am monia soap suds, rinse well, dry, by heat BEST FOR THE BOWELS If yen haven't a regular, healthy movement of the bowel* every day, you’re 111 or will be. Keep your bowel* open and be well. Force, In tho shape of vio lent phytic or pill potaon. It dengerotiF The smooth •at, easleet moot perfect way of kaoplag the bowel* clear and clean la to take EAT 'EM LIKE OANDY Palatable, Potent. Teat* O >*d. Do dead, poear afcrfceu, Weaken or Orip*. Id. 1- and Id rent# her hog Write Tor free and booklet #a bailtn Addrea Iff trMUM nniint rcaru!, m e* •* imi. KEEP YOUR BLOOO CLEAN if possible, then oil plentifully with sweet oil, and dust thickly with powedered quick lime. Let the lime stay on two days, then brush it off with a clean, very stiff bru-ffi Polish with a softer brush, and rub with cloths until the lustre comes out By leaving the lime on, iron and steel may be kept from rust almost indefinitely Before wetting any sort of bric-a-brac and especially bronze*,: remove all th ’ dust possible. The less dust water find’s about fine lines and crannies the les it can leave there. After dusting, wash well in strong white soap suds and ammonia rinse clean, polish with Just a suspicion of oil and rotton stone and rub off after wards every trace of the oil. Never let acid touch a bronze surface, unless to eat and pit It for antique effects. Emily Holt. TO BE HAPPY THOUGH HOT. Thin Socks, Low Necked Waists and Lawn Underwear. New York. July 12.—A detail of the sea son to be significantly remarked ts the unlined lace stock. The comfortable coolness of this dainty trifle cannot but appeal to those who like ease about the throat. They are usually of lawn bordered by stitched bands of silk, but scraps of lace may be used for them. Upon a model of tissue paper baste the pieces flatly without Joining, only seeing to It that the patching will be cov ered by the trimming, and when the stock is completed to the last stitch bind with ' [ '4 ECRU BATISTE AND APPLE GREEN VELVET BABY RIBBON . ribbon and tear the paper away. The high curving at the back is kept in place by four upstanding pieces of silk-cov ered wire, and over a middle band, cross ing tie fashion in front, flat turquoise but tons give a touch of splendor. Low Necked Waists. Another good hot weather hint is sug gested by the various soft embroidered and plain ecru batistes, which, selling at the beginning of the season for fabulous sums, are now going for a song. Made in to dressy bodices, with open throat and half length sleeves, these delicate cot tons seem not only beautiful but most fitting to the season. If & contrasting trimming is liked black, pale blue or green baby velvets, slipped through bendings or embroidered holes, harmonize artistic ally with the rich yellow of the material and give quite a party fled air. Cool Summer Garments. The old-fashioned cotton lawn, long ueed for dresses, Is a delightful material for midsummer underwear. For warm, weary feet, there are gauze-lisle stockings, that seem astonishingly tine when you discover they go at three pairs for a dollar. Ready made, the lawn underwear sometimes dis sipates In too much lace and ribbon, but a well-known Sixth avenue firm Inculcates a. taste for elegant simplicity through the modesty of Its models, fine tucking and narrow ruffles of Valenciennes lace being here the chief decoration ueed. Quantity and not quality should be the motto for summer underwear. And since these lit tle lawn rigs are very cheap there la no need to stint In this direction. Children's I’ongee Salta. For children certain ready made and very stylish little suits In figured snd plain pongee may be recommended. Nothing Is more painful to a child than to be too warmly clad, and for both boys and girls a loose pongee play garment In the prevailing dust shade should net be omitted. Dressed tan leather la the beat medium for warm weather shoes. Two smart little suits for boys of three and five are of brown dotted pongee and checked linen, with white canvas hands. A yoke cuff bands and belt of the em broidered material give a baby dreeslne** to the smaller boy, who wears over white silk socks, the low patent leather slip pers, considered so stylish for young fry. But captivating aa they ara, none but tha strongest anklea should take to theaa lit tle sandals, whose Insufficient support sometimes brings on troubles that require years of care to do away with. For all young children high hoots will be found the most sensible foot gear. Laid* and lasslea who suffer most from the heat will be mods much heppler by pongee underwear. —Nina times out of tan King Edward merely reads th# speeches that are writ ten for him. It would ha ImpoteiM* fer any one man to cover Ike number bf sab jects he Is compelled In handle In the H,rM at ant year. A specialist Is. * rule, "-omtnaadad" to writs (be *p* •* which Mu Majesty afterward rsads.