Dishes should be presented at the
left hand of every guest beginning
with the first course with the lady at
the right of the host and then passing
in regular order as the guests are seat
ed. After the first: course the dishes
are started on their progress around
the table at the left of a lady, but not
always the lady at the right of ihe
host, for the same person must not al
wav's be left: to be helped last.
There are many homos where the
rule obtains of serving the hostess lirst.
and this is a rule that Isolds good with
tr without company. Children learn in
this way by example and custom that
the mother is to be considered first,
and with company this method of serv
ing places the guests entirely at their
Hants will grow more quickly if a
few drops of ammonia be added once
a week to the water with which they
are watered. The water should be
Fichu of Beauty and Utility?
NICETIES OF DINING ROOM.
Correct Way of Arranging Table and
of Serving Guests.
There are otherwise most excellent
housewives who overlook various little
details in the matter of '"setting the
table." There is a right way as well as
a wrong way In this branch of good
housekeeping as in everything else.
The placing of the silver is a matter of
individual preference, though a custom
that is more often observed than any
other is that of placing the knives and
spoons to the right of the plate and the
forks to the left. For a simple dinner
to the right of plate would be placet!
the meat knife and butter spread, then
the soup or bouillon spoon and to the
left two forks, one serving for the
meat and vegetable course ami the oth
er for the salad course. If the soup or
bouillon is preceded by a fruit, cocktail
or little neck clams the spoon or fork
would be placed to the right of the
%t t1 a 1
A picturesque affair is this Ititc ticlm of soft si He, which has Ions owls
reaching tin* waist and fastening at Hit' side. Jt may he fashioned of the
•nine material as (ho gown and finished with frills of 1 resdon ribbon. A fieliu
like this is useful in giving variety to ihe summer wardrobe, for it may be
made of some inconspicuous materials that will harmonize with a number of
The Season of Inconsistency
TEN GOLDEN RULES.
There are ten things for which
no one has ever been sorry. 4
Doing good to all.
Speaking evil of none.
Hearing before judging. $
Thinking before speaking,
Holding an angry tongue.
Being kind to the distressed.
I Asking pardon for wrongs. 4,
Being patient toward every-
& Stopping one's ears to a tale- •.
Disbelieving most of the evil
4 —Chicago Tribune.
I GOOD THINGS TO KNOW.
The corset for a stout woman should
be large in the waist and low In the
bust, but long over the liips and flat
over the abdomen.
Place a piece of white blotting paper
under a vase containing flowers. It
will absorb any moisture which may
run down the vase, staining the polish
ed surface of the table.
Wash discarded suspenders and cut
into eight inch pieces, then sew on the
sides of mattresses to use as handles.
They will be a great convenience in
turning the mattress.
Kemove coffee or cream stains from
delicate silk or woolen fabrics first, by
brushing the stains with glycerin and
then rinsing them in lukewarm water.
Later press the material on the wrong
side with a warm iron.
A glass water bottle when constantly
used soon becomes discolored. This
may ensily be cleaned by pouring a
little vinegar into the bodtle and add
ing a pinch of salt. Allow this to stand
for several hours, then rinse with clear
AT THE PICNIC.
A WOMAN'S APPEARANCE.
Lines of Discontent and Morbidity
Spoil Even a Pretty Face.
Many women forget that the mind
has a stranger effect on appearance
than any external attention. The walk
of the hopeful, cheerful woman will
be alert and youthful.
The first secret of good appearance
is to keep a sane and pleasant outlook
on life, says a woman writer in the
Chicago Tribune. Xo taste in clothes
or excellence in looks will give beauty
where discontent and morbidity show
on the face. Perhaps the only other
point to realize is that sliowiness and
cheap ornamentation are not good
taste and that simple line, with good
accessories, whether the dress be cheap
or expensive, is always in good taste.
The woman who never makes the
best of herself is still with us, though,
thank goodness, ever in increasing
numbers. As one writer expresses it:
"She belongs to one of two classes—
the naturally Indolent and Indifferent
or the consciously superior. She is
pretty hopeless in whichever class we
meet her, but when she patronizes and
pities you she touches the limit of
human patience, l.uek.v for us if the
superior one be only friend or ac
quaintance. If she be a relative then
life has more than its average of pin
pricks. She will be like one of those
mirrors in which everything is magni
fied—when you look at her all your lit
tle vanities, all your harmless attempts
at beauty culture, will be thrown back
upon you as grievous sins.
"There could be no more unjust atti
tude than that of critical hostility from
one woman to another because of nu
effort to make the best of looks and
clothes and circumstances. Luckily it
is every day becoming less frequent,
and in its place there is growing up a
pleasant camaraderie, a recognition of
the fact that it is the duty of a wom
an to make the best of herself and that
getting into years only accentuates the
THE COOKING SCHOOL
French Fried Potatoes.—Wash and
pare small potatoes, cut in eighths
lengthwise and soak one hour in cold
water. Take from water, dry between
towels and fry in deep fat hot enough
to brown a bit. of bread in three min
utes. Drain on plenty of crumpled
brown paper, dust with gait and serve
Pan Broiled Steak.—"Wipe steak with
a damp cloth. Heat a frying pan smok
ing hot, place steak in it and turn at
once, so that it can be seared all over.
Turn every few seconds until done
five minutes for steak one and one-half
inches thick when desired rare and
seven minutes when well done. Sprin
kle with salt and pepper, spread with
bits of butter and set in oven to be
come hot. Serve at once.
Baked Ham.—Two pounds ham cut
three inches thick, one-half cupful
grape juice, one cupful boiling water,
two cloves, oue inch stick cinnamon.
Freshen ham for two hours in cold
water. Drain, place in baking dish
with other ingredients, cover and bake
gently till tender—about one and one
half hours. Kemove from liquid, add
to it two tablespoonfuis chopped rai
sins and thicken with one-half table
spoonful arrow root dissolved in a lit
tle cold water.
OLD MAN OF THE SKIES.
A Certain Cluster of Stars Are Sub
ject of Iroquois Story.
The Iroquois point out to their chil
dren a cluster of stars which they call
the "old man." White people do not
always know why it Is. They tell this
story of his reaching the sky, or the
"great, bice wigwam
An old chief was tired of life and of
his people. He took his bundle and
walking stick mid went to the highest
bluff. There he sang his death chant.
His people followed, but waited at the
foot of the bluff. While they were
watching they saw him slowly rise
into the air. his voice sonndinjj fainter
and fainter. The spirit of the four
winds raised him to the "great star
lodge." He was given a place among
His stooping form, his staff and bun
dle are now pointed out to Indian chil
dren as they watch the stars at night.
The Lost Golden Spoon.'
A lady attended a state ball in a
dross the skirt of which was arranged
in perpendicular plaits in front, stitch
ed across at intervals, and. unknown
to her. a gold teaspoon got lodged at
supper in one of these pocketlike folds
in the cloth. Of course there was one
spoon missing after the ball, and the
fact caused great perturbation, to the
official in charge of the gold plate.
The next spring the lady went to a
drawing room in (lie dress she had
worn at the state ball, and as she bent
low before her majesty the plaits of
her skirt expanded, and th^gold spoon
fell at the queen's feet.--
HOW WIRELESS WORKS.
A Few Suggestions as to the Way the
System Is Operated.
Many correspondents, says the Phila
delphia Inquirer, are asking for a de
scription of how wireless telegraph
works. The fact of such a system has
been known to everybody for years,
but the means by which messages are
transmitted are not' generally under
stood. It is impossible to go into de
tails, but a few suggestions are offered
which may satisfy those not inclined
to deeper study.
As is known, light and heat move in
waves whoso lengths can be measured.
Thus the sun gives out in every direc
tion light in a series of undulating
waves, which may not only be meas
ured, but deflected, polarized, and so
on. Some idea of this muy bo gained
from the well known fact that when a
stone is thrown into a smooth pool of
water a series of circular waves ex
tends in all directions. If any floating
objects come within these waves tliey
It was the lamented Professor Hertz
whodiseovered that electricity, like light
and heat, also moves in waves which
may be measured, .lust precisely how
these waves pass through the atmos
phere is not wholly understood, but it
is lielieved that they have some rela
tion to the ether of space, which is
omnipresent and which is believed to
constitute all matter under different
negative electrical conditions.
In wireless telegraphy a series of
Hertzian waves is set up by powerful
electrical dynamos or batteries, and
these are discharged from the top of a
high mast or pole. These waves ex
tend in all directions and—unless their
force is expended by distance—excite
certain effects in the receivers of wire
less telegraphy instruments" within the
zone, just as the waves disturb chips
on a pond. Messages ore sent and
received somewhat on the plan of the
ordinary Morse code by wires, in that
electrical impulses are regulated so as
to spell words according to a code.
In recent years many kinds of re
ceivers have been used, and the proc
ess is now simpler than formerly, but
any successful transmission of waves
depends a good deal on the state of
the atmosphere, electrical storms being
disadvantageous. Also when many
wireless outfits are working in the
same zone much confusion results, and
often messages are transmitted with
great difficulty, sometimes not at all.
To Marconi belongs the credit of
making a practical success of the dis
coveries of others, but to Hertz be
longs the credit of making the system
For you could forget the gay
Delirium of merriment
And let my laughter die away
In endless silence of content.
I co. Id forget for your dear sake
The utter emptiness and ache \i
Of every loss I ever knew—
What could I not forget for you 7
I could forget the just deserts
Of mine own sins and so erase
The tear that burns, the smile that hurts
And all that mars and masks my face.
For your fair sake 1 could forget
The bonds of life that chafe and fret.
Nor care If dentil were false or true.
What could 1 not forget for you?
—James Whltcomb Riley.
Impressing the Home Folks.
"Going away for your vacation this
"No. I've decided to stay home and
lot the home merchants see me flash a
bank roll for a day or two."—Detroit
The Children's Department
An Aid to the Menv?ry.
"I know a way to remember my les
sons," said Jimmle. "I know a *T'
whenever I see It because it's an 'I'
with a roof on it. A 'Q' is nn 'O' with
a tail to It. An 'Ii* is a T' with an
other tail to It, and 'W is an 'M' turn
ed upside down."
A Playground at the Seashore
•hoto by American Press Association.
THE FIRST TOYS
t,om of Children's Playthings Is as
Old as History Itself.
No one knows just when children
began to, play with their first crude
toys. Certain it is that the custom is
as old as history, for in the most an
cient tombs which modern researchers
have discovered and forced open chil
dren's toys have been found.
Very strange are the dolls unearthed
in the tombs of Kgypt— some meant to
be funny or grotesque, others evident
ly intended to be pretty, all the prop
erty of little girls, princesses and com
moners, who lived and loved and play
ed with them thousands of years ago.
In very ancient Greece and Borne
Six i:*.iles farther he turned into a
crossroad with farmhouses few and far
"This is better." declared Orville".
"It will keep getting better from your
standpoint," retorted Murray.
On they sped until, the car swerved
and turned into what looked to Orville
like an overgrown copse.
"You don't mean this is a road?" he
said as the car bumped and protested
against the ruts and underbrush.
"No just a lane, the only house on
which is the one where I have engaged
quarters for you. The Gliddens live
there, but rent out their ground, so
there will be no 'help' even—just Glid
den and his wife not a rural route de
livery to break the monotony. I be
lieve a peddler passes once a year.
You can be lost to the world and, like
the little girl in the song, have 'nobody
nigh to hinder.'
"Murray, this place was made for
me!" ejaculated the young author as
the car swooped down upon a white
house nestled among the trees.
Murray helped him carry his belong
ings into the big, airy bedroom and
then returned to town, with a curiouB
smile lighting his face.
The place proved ideal for Orville's
purpose. The farmer and his wife
were quiet people, little given to
speech. They never disturbed him
when he was at work even to the ex
tent of summoning him to a meal.
When hunger drove him from his work,
no matter what the hour might be,
food was prepared without an objec
tion. A beautiful winding river with
incurving shores swept through the
farm, and here at eve Dick Orville was
wont to repair for inspiration. Under
these blissful conditions his Ideas de
veloped and unfolded charmingly.
Th:'ii there came the Inevitable end
"I am sorry," faltered his landlady
one morning, "but Hiram went to the
postolfice today, and he found a letter
from a young lady in the city. She is
an artist and wants to come here to
paint and to be alone." |j||t
"Well, write to her that she^iln't
come," replied Orville quickly. "I'll
pay you double"— iffi
"It's too late," said Mrs. Gliddenf
"You see. the letter was "written a
week ago. We get: our mall only once
in awhile. She said if she didn't hear
to the contrary she'd come today. But
I'll try to find her another place near
The IVeek's Illustrated Story
In Search of Solitude
mo," Orville commanded,
"the most isolated farmhouse
in district, whore 1 can
have comfortable accommo
dations for the summer and in no way
be hampered in the creation of the
book that at present exists in embryo
within niy brain."
After much skirmishing and scouring
of the country Murray found what lie
thought he wanted and wrote his
friend to come on.
Orville came by next train. Murray
met him at the station in his big red
ear, and they sped down a broad, dust
"Looks thickly settled," objected Or
"We have only started on our road fo
nowhere," laughed Murray. "I'll cure
you of your desire for solitude, 1
dolls and doll houses and toy furniture
were carefully buried with their small
A belief prevailed thnt if these things
were not supplied the children would
miss their accustomed playthings in
the world beyond.
So very deeply rooted into men's
hearts and minds was this belief that'
eveni in the buriai places of the early
Christians, whose' religion had no part
in the old belief, do we find strange
old specimens of toy^ ^tn the sarco
phagi of cli 1
Why lure lucky gambierir always
nsreoable. jwple vo meet? Becatis*
here. The Aliens take boarders. 1
may have to keep her overnight if she.
comes. Would you like to hear her
Before he could politely decline thia||j|
proffer Mrs. Glldden began to read the^g"
letter, which was in
where she could be quiet, some placed
that was remote from neighbors, where"'*''
she could paint nnd dream at will
that a friend in passing the 5lidden
farm had thought It would be just the
kind of place she craved and had writ
ten her about It.
a girlish veiling
said that she longed for a placegjg
Some of Orville's irritation vanished
upon hearing the letter. There was a
note of appeal in it, a reflection of his
own mood, that touched hiiri.
"She evidently craves solitude as
much as I do, and so she will avoid
me."' he thought.
"We might try it, Mrs. Glldden," he
proposed, "and if I find her presence
He proceeded to carry out this plan
and remained in his new quarters the
remainder of the day. It was dusk
when he appeared at the farmhouse
for something to eat.
"She's upstairs," volunteered Mrs.
Glldden. "She's awfully young and
pretty. I told her I had a gentleman
boarder who came here to be alone,
and she said she wouldn't disturb you
in the least."
But Orville was Intent on a compli
cated situation in his book and paid no
heed to what his landlady was saying.
Three days and nights intervened
without an encounter of the two would
be hermits. Once Orville came upon an
easel down in the orchard. He paused
before it for some time, lost in admira
tion of the talent displayed. Then he
walked on to the river. That night he
was unable to wylte. Memories he was
striving to stifle were awakened by the
bit of landscape he had viewed.
The next morning as he was seated
at his writing table in the cabin mak
ing heroic efforts to concentrate his
thoughts on his work be heard the
sound as of some one running. He
went to the door and saw a young girl
carrying a tin pail filled with artist's
materials running toward ,the cabin In
"Oh," she gasped, with a half sob,
"save me. He'll follow me in here!"
Ho Paused, Lost In Admiration of the
interrupts my work in any way we CM
ask Mrs. Allen to take her In. They
have other boarders, and I Imagine the
wouldn't get the quiet there that she
so evidently wants. I'll tell yoii what
I'll do. I'll move my writing table and
books and things down to the little
cabin on the river bank and do
In an instant Orville's strong right
utui nuo auvub uci auivtttiiif
"Kathle! Would I let any one or
anything barm you?" v-
She lifted a white face.
"Oh, Dick! You? Why—you arenol
Mrs. Glldden'8 boarder—thf one I've
been hiding from?"
"Yes, but tell me what frightened
"The bull! He chased me down here
through the meadows."
Orville placed her in a chair and step*
ped outside. In a moment he returned
with the pail of paints and brushes.
"It's all right, Katliie," he said reas
suringly "the pail, supposed to contain
nourishment, was the attraction. The
gentle creature I found sniffing suspi
ciously and disapprovingly at your
paints was a young, hornless thing
commonly known as a mulley cow/'
"Dick," she said faintly, "did Tom
Murray by any chance know you were
"Tom Murray! Why, he found me
this place. I wrote niin to look me ap
farmhouse where I could. Jte quit*
alone and write. Why?''^)0
"I saw him the ot$ggf
hitn wanted 'acjE^HjaT
•fSh'all we proQ£lg&iv''
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