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(The Trapper's Story Continued.)

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To this lie made no objection and, ftfter making a final survey of the boat and the numerous articles that I had transported to the cavern, to make sure that I had forgotten nothing that would be essential to my comiort and safety so far as rt was in our power to provide against the unseen and unknown dangers which I might cncout'.tcr in my perilous desccnt to the water below and the no less dangerous voyage upon its treacherous surface should I reach it unharmed, we asccnded to the summit and wended our way to the roadway where our team and wagon was in waiting and were rapidly transported to our household, the last time for tne. my last home-coming in the Land of Nod. Sadly I mused as we rolled along that no more was I to enjoy the exquisite landscape, the winding road whose flame-lit path still had a most romantic attraction for me, the widening bay, whose silvery rock-guarded waters still enthralled my admiration, the towering mountains framing the picture, the society of the kindly people whom I had come to love, and above all, as I now realized, the friendship and almost parental care of the aged patriarch who had been to me so steadfast a friend. My reflections were not conducive to conversation and but little was said on this our last homeward trip. On reaching home I soon retired to my own room to think and plan for my departure. The next day was spent in a similar way and in resting and endeavoring to calm a nervous dread which had begun to come over me, now that the excitement of preparation was past, and the reaity and danger of the undertaking impressed itself upon my mind. I had forgotten nothing. All things necesssary had been taken to the cave, everything that 1 desired to take with me, except the parchment manuscript of the patriarch's narrative on the mountain, which I now prepared to take with me by tieing it about my neck as the safest place in which I could carry it. I relied on this to substantiate the story which I should have to tell should I reach the confines of civilization in safety. And thus I carried it and thus for alfr these lonely years have I carried a page of it as a memento of that strange experience.

The eventful morning arrived. I arose early, but, early as I thought I was, Enoch had risen before me, and was with me at once. As we descended the stairway I observed that all the people were astir, and upon emerging on the esplanade in front I was astonished to see that numbers of people from the other tribes were already there and others were constantly arriving. Enoch explained that he had notified the other tribes of my departure that all who desired might come to say farewell, and accompany us to the mountain summit above the cavern. Many had come in their wagons, and I noticed the white goat turn-out from the household below lis standing on the esplanade in all its splendor of blue and gold. The sun •was but just beginning to gild the topmost summits of the distant range across the valley, but there was much before us that must be accomplished ere its declining rays should sink behind them.

Soon we had breakfasted, and those who did not intend going to the summit with us now crowded around me and for some time I said "good-bye" and "farewell" in response to their evidently heartfelt expressions of solicitude for my safety. This sad ceremony being over, I was conducted to the white goat turn-out, and requested to take the seat of honor in the rear. To this 1 objected, but without avail, and I soon found myself at the head of the most unique procession, perhaps, that was ever marshalled on this terrestrial footstool. First, the team behind which I reluctantly rode, followed by the other wagons—a round dozen, as I took pains to count—loaded with several of the patriarchs and some of the older men, these followed by a straggling crowd of at least one thousand men and boys. All was as orderly and solemn as had been their funeral procession, but the effect was not so wierd and picturesque, being in daylight, and all the people being clad in their usual garments. Nevertheless, they regarded it as being nearly as solemn an occasion as the one mentioned. None were convinced that I would reach the water unhurt, and all though that if I did the perils of the voyage before me were even more to be dreaded than the descent. So we proceeded at as rapid a pac as our steeds could conveniently travel, and in about two hours were at the summit where the capstan to me, I again repeated all 1 had whom I had instructed in the use of the capstan to me, I agin repeated all I had said to them. As I had determined to make a test of the rope before entrusting myself to its unsteady protection, I told them to await my return from the cavern. Enoch and two of the other men who had before been to the cave with me, now descended with ine to its unwholesome and rugged interior. I had taken a large strong basket for the purpose, on a previous trip to the cavr, which I now filled with stone, making a very heavy weight, and binding it securely with thongs and straps I attached it to the end of the cable which was swinging from the pulley on the cave above. Having instructed Enoch how to proceed in lowering this weight, and in giving tlie signals, in which he was to be assisted by the men who had come with us, I ascended to the summit as speedily as was possible.

That there might be no possibility of the rope slipping while I was suspended in mid-air, I had instructed a man to sit behind the capstan and keep a tension on the slack end of the rope. The whole performance now was to be conducted exactly as when they should lower the boat. Hurriedly I got the men into position. and hardly had I done so before

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THE LOST TRIBES,

AND THE LAND OF NOD.

AN ORIGINAL NATURAL. GAS STORY.

BY A. P. KERR.

"Ar.d rain went out from the presence of the Lord, End dwelt In the I.and oi NoU, on the east of Eden.' —GENERIS IV 11

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I was unable to distinguish what was said—in fact should not have noticed it had not my attention been called—but it was at once interpreted to me: "Ready!" The men at the levers at oncc responded by bracing themselves preparatory to making a lift, and tlie man behind pulled steadily on the rope as I had directed. Again the cry, fainter even than before: "Up!" they said. Promptly the men began their circuitous walk. Again the voice from far below: "Down!" and down, and down, and down, the leathern cable was paid out. As the pile of rope at the top began to dwindle I instinctively looked about for something to fasten the end to, lest by some mischance the man should let it slip through his hands, and thus unceremoniously defer my voyage. Seizing a stake that luckily lay at hand. I drove it into the ground firmly, and making a loop good and strong on the end of the dwindling coil, placed it snugly around it. thus surely avoiding a summary ending to our proceedings— a calamity which probably never could have happened. But I began to feel nervous, and desired to take all possible precautions to insurt safe outcome from our long and weary preparations. The rope at last was paid out to the last yard, and then began the tedious pull to raise the basket of stone to the cave again. After what seemed double the time it had taken to lower it, the cry came up the mountain side: "Stop!" said the men. The rope had all been carefully coiled behind the capstan as it was drawn in, and as soon as t+ie men felt the weight taken from the rope they left the levers and gathered about me. Again did I have to go through the painful scene of taking leave of the men who had so generously helped me, working freely without hope of reward. Some of the younger ones talked freely, and hoped that I should safely reach my native land, taking to its inhabitants tidings of this undiscovered country, and that by means of my information relief would be brought to them. Some of them, with tears in their eyes, said that they would rather die than remain in their prison land, and continue to give up their offspring as victims to their cruel law. but they could not die till old age at last should set them free. Promising to do all that was in my power to release them, I sorrowfully grasped their outstretched hands, and again descended the mountain side, again traversed the narrow ledge, and again and for the last time found myself in the cave where Enoch and his trusty aids awaited me.

The basket of stone had already been removed from the edge of the precipice, and all that now remained to be done was to secure the end of the cable to the center of the bails attached to the boat. This was soon securely done, and I now noticcd that the cable was wet for the distance of about twenty feet, the dampness not quite extending to the pulley above, as the end of the cable lay upon the floor of the cave. This would give mc with the length of the bails added about thirty-five feet to spare. There was enough, thanks to my foresight, but it was a close guess. I had thought I had made three-quarters of a mile. And it was practically taking all of it to reach from the summit to the sea below!

The bails with the slack of the cable were now carefully laid on the floor of the cave, so that there might be no tangle when the last moment should come, and taking a sorrowful leave of the two men who through all these last days had been so devotedly attached to me, I seated myself in the boat.

And now came the hardest and most trying scene that it has ever been my lot to encounter—the final leave-taking from Enoch, the only person to whom I have ever been devotedly attached, the only person whose presence had ever become necessary to my happiness and peace of mind. My own father was a good man. though harsh just in all things: buj#»I had never cared to return to him, never had missed his companionship. But through the nearly five years of my enforced sojourn, my apparently hopeless incarceration in this inaccessible country. I had allowed my affections to go out to this noble old man in a way I had never done before and have never done since and in a way to mc unaccountable then, and as yet an unexplained phenomenon in my social character. Now that I was leaving him, the full force of the bereavement became apparent to my quickened sensibilities, and I wept cried aloud and could find no words to express my sorrow choking with a strange rising in the throat that stifled all language that would express my grief. I could only wring his outstretched hand again and again as the blinding tears would start afresh. Placing his hands upon my now uncovered head, as he said: "Oh, my son! my son! How can I let you go? Thou who came to us as a gift from Heaven! Thou to whom I have given the love and care that a doting parent bestows upon a favored child! Thou to whom I have allowed the affection of a father to go out! Thou whom I have allowed to fill the place in my heart of the child—my only child— whom I gave as a victim to our inexorable law, so long ago oh, I am again bereft! Bereft of a son, grown to maturity, passing from my sight to be as one dead forever more. Never before has one of our race known such sorrow as I know today—to lose a 6on in the flush of manhood, passing from among us ere his father's death. Never has such a grievous calamity fallen upon our happy land. But it is decreed, it must be so. It is best. Best for you, best for my now unhappy people that you go. Again am I called to suffer for the good of our race and I must obey. Go, and may waking breeze o'er placid seas soon land you safe upon your native shore. And if it is the will of Him who so strangely brought you to us that your sojourn here shall be the means of removing the barrier which so

itnpregnably separates us from the outer world, so let it be. and may He speed the day of our deliverance. Go, and may the blessings of a happy life reward you for the years of filial happiness that you brought to a lacerated heart. Go, and may you never know the grief that tears afresh the wounded tendrils of a parent's love. Go. with my choicest blessings on your head, my earnest hopes for your comfort and safety. Oh, my son, my long lost son, whom I had found to lose again!"

So overcome with emotion was Enoch that he tremblingly walked to a projecting rock and seated himself upon it, while the tears streamed down his wrinkled face. It was some moments before I could command myself sufficiently to give the necessary directions to the men who were with us. At length I told them that the last moment had come and that it wa6 only prolonging a painful scene to wait, and" directed them to give the signals agreed upon. Taking his place beside the boat, one of them sang out in a clear voice:"Ready!" Slowly the slack of the cable was taken up. and became slightly taut. "Up!" cried my aid. Slowly-the boat began to move, the man steadying it by placing his hands upon the gunwale, the keel grating harshly upon the rockv, jagged floor, as I felt myself gently raised in the air and was carefully allowed to swing over the edge of the precipice. My feelings at this moment were decidedly uncomfortable—very much, I supposed, like a man feels as he is about to be swung off a scaffold by the sheriff. But I had little time for such thoughts, as I heard the voice of Enoch in the cave, moaning: "Oh, mv son, my son!" "Down!" rang ot}t the voice of the man at the edge, and it sounded to me like the voice of doom. Slowly the boat began to descend. "Down!" and steadily the descent continued, and the boat's edge was below the floor of the cave. "Down!" and I cast my iast despairing look on the tottering form of my fosterparent who now came to the edge of the precipice, steadied by the men who were with him. "Down!" and I covered my eyes with my hands and wept, and there came to mv ears above the song of the sea a sad refrain: "Oh, my son! my son!" "Down!" and the boat began to whirl around and around, then reversing would whirl back again. I had anticipated this and had provided myself with a long bamboo pole with which I had hoped to be able to counteract this movement, but it was altogether useless, and I could only cast myself in the bottom of the boat, which I was very glad to do. "Down!" and the startled sea birds began to flit around me, scared from their nests by my intrusion. The voice of the man in the cave no longer reached me. and the sound of the sea increased. Down, and down, and down, and the gloom of the towering cliff overpowered me down, and the salt sea air began to smart my throat and nostrils: down, and the rush of the waves as they hurtled through the reverberating caverns below deafcred my ears with their solemn, monotonous thunder: down, and with a splash my frail boat was launched upon the merciless billows of the mighty deep as never keel was launched before since mariners first braved the dangers of the treacherous main.

As the rope began to descend into the boat and coil itself upon my prostrate form I hastily aroused myself from the semi-paralyzed condition to which the dangers of the descent had reduced me. and untying the knot at the end of the cable cast ia overboard. Then seizing the oars I, with much labor, managed to put the boat's prow in a seaward direction, and pulled with a will until I was at a safe distance from the gloomy wail that towered above me. Looking upward as I toiled at the oars, the one imnression above all others was the appalling vastness of the towering cliff. It was only after a half hour's tug at the oars tint I was able to get at a distance where I felt safe to rest, and even then I seemed to be under the very shadow of the jagged wall, and the sliy-linc of the summit was so far away that no sign of the kind-hearted people I had left there was discernable. Long I looked, hoping to give and receive a parting signal, but without avail. I shouted again and again, but the solemn chant of the echoing waves was the only reply. A scene of loneliness, a feeling of utter helplessness, settled upon me with the gloom of despair—and. fullgrown man that I was, long accustomed to the dangers and loneliness of the great plains and the untrodden solitudes of the Rockies, I cast myself upon the bottom of the boat and wept aye, cried like a home-sick school boy.

This uncomfortable feeling soon passed away, however, and I aroused myself to the dangers and responsibilities of my situation. I was no stranger to salt water, and had made several voyages up and down the Atlantic coast when a boy, in schooners and hunting boats, and felt competent to manage my unwieldy craft. As I had feared, the boat was almost unmanageable in the swell of the sea, and it was with great difficulty that I could keep her head to the cast. Cautiously I rigged the sail and was soon able to catch the slight breeze that was blowing from the west, and was gratified to feel that I was actually making progress on my homeward journey, to which I had so long looked forward. As the boat got under way and the distance between it and the cliff began to lengthen, the huge wall seemed to actually rise out of the water. Up and up, it seemed to spring, as on and on I sailed from under its frowning face. This illusion continued for an hour, when I had attained a distance when it be^an to sink below the waves and diminish in size against the evening sky. After I had reached a distance of what I judged to be twenty miles or more, the mountainous country behind me presented the appearance of an island, with the sea on both sides of the rocky elevation, the chaotic upheaval to the northeast not being discernable from my depressed point of observation in so small a boat. That the country was in fact an island was now clear to me, and I was forced to the conclusion that the rugged stretch of rocky country that I had so often gazed upon and speculated about, did not connect with any mainland, but was only a volcanic upheaval of the bottom of the sea.

It was probably about noon when I started down the face of the cliff, for when I reached the water the boat was in the shadow of the wall above for some time, and was only just emerging hito the sunlight when I caught the

breeze with my swelling sail. As the atfernoon wore on, and the miles of watery waste were slowly left behind, the country that had served me so well that it seemed almost ingratitude in my thus leaving it, began to slowly sink beneath the waves. The sun waa almost down, and I was gazing regretfully back toward the distant grayish speck upon the vast expanse of blue—gazing as I believed for the last time upon the Land of Nod. I was beginning to think, also, of how I should sperfd the night, and a sensation of hunger now for the first time warned me that I had eaten nothing since the morning. This craving at once satisfied from the abundance with which 1 was supplied, and it was while thus engaged, with my eyes for a moment removed from the spot where still my thoughts remained, that a dull booming sound came faintly to my ears across the waters. Glancing hastily toward the west, I saw. where just before was the land that I loved so well, a dense smoke arising trom the sea.

Alarmed. I recalled my premonitions of evil, which, strange to say. I had not thought of during the entire day, and wondered, with a shudder, what was now in store for that unhappy people. That an explosion had been imminent, I had felt certain, but my imagination had not gone to the length of supposing that it would entirely destroy the country. As I pondered, the evening shades grew deeper, ar.d the dense smoke to the west obscured the sun. Suddenly I became conscious that there was a dead calm—the sail flapped idly against the mast—and that I was being swiftly carried backward in the direction whence I had just come. This sensation of traveling back continued for some moments. As I still looked towards this portentious cloud of smoke in the west, whose omnious presence seemed destined soon to encompass me, out of the gathering gloom of night, fostered as it were by the sable curtain which had been drawn across the evening sky, there came rushing toward me over the darkening sea a {rightful wave, whose crested breast seemed forty feet or more above the level of the watery plain on which my boat and I were floating. On it came, -with a force that would have sunk thegreatest ship yet built by man. Foolishly and uselessly I endeavored to put the head of the boat about, and succeeded in getting it broadside to the angry wall of water that was swiftly approaching just as it .reached the craft. (To be continued.)

KI IH.A KHAN.

Where blossomed many an incense-bear-ing tree And hero were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waving moon was haunted.

By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As If this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thrasher's flail And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever, It flung up momently the sacred river.

Five miles meandering with a mazy motion, Through wood and dale the sacred river ran.

Then reached the caverns measureless to man. And sank In tumult to a lifeleps ocean

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves AVhere was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: "Si It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played. Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight "twould win me, That with music loud, and io.ig, I would build that dome air. That sunny dome! those caves of lee! And all who heard should see them there. And all should cry, beware! beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the millc of Paradise. .V —Coleridge.

About a Bandit Fish.

In the rivers and lakes of New York State there is a bandit fish that roams at large and makes its living by robbing the gentlemen fish. It even attacks such vigorous fish as the black bass and the pickeret., fastening itself to them and sucking their blood until they are dead. The name of this bold bandit is the lamprey. Prof. Gage of Cornell university has seen 12,000 of those lampreys spawning at one time in the outlet of Cayuga lake alone, and he has estimated that they kill more fish than all of the fishermen of the State put together. The lamprey is about the size and somewhat the appearance of an eel. Prof. Gage advises some means of killing them by means of traps in the stream as they go up in the spring to spawn.—Chicago Record.

Family Traits.

"You can always tell when a woman doesn't like her mother-in-law." "How does she show it?" "She picks out the ugliest child in the family and says it is the very image oi its parental grandmother."

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree 7li: Where Alpb, the sacred liver, ran Through caverns measureless to man,

Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground, AVlth walls and towers were girdled round: And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills.

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A SPUING FRUIT.

Varieties of .Rhubarb Which Arc Especially Desirable.

Two or three varieties of rhubarb are grown in this country, and each serves separate culinary purpose, though they may be substituted lor each other as convenient. The small red stalked rhubarb docs excellently for tarts or delicate compotes, while the medium or giant rhubarb is better employed in preserves or in the making of wine, which is said to mficli resemble champagne.

The large amount of water in rhubarb prevents it from being so easily utilized in jam-making as some other fruits, but combined with ginger or lemon, it makes a wholesome preserve, useful in large households where much jam is used, says the Lady. The following arc good recipcs for various combinations:

Rhubarb and Ginger Jam—Trim and string some rhubarb and cut into twoinch lengths. Weight the fruit, put it into the preserving pan, with a very little water, to prevent burning, and cook till soft. Now put in some crushed loaf sugar, allowing a pound of it for every pound of fruit, and keep the jam well stiffed while boiling till it becomes a thick syrup. Into a small basin put a teaspoontul of ground ginger for each pound of fruit mix it smoothly with a little cold water, then add a spoonful or two of the syrup. Pour all back again into the jam, stir well, and boil a few minutes longer, then place in pots and tie down when cold.

Rhubarb and Apple Jelly—Skim five pounds of rhubarb, cut it into short lengths, and place it in a preserving pan, with three pounds of good cooking apples and the thin rind and strained juice of six lemons, and two pints of water. If the apples are sound and clean skinned, it is best not to peel them as there is much of the substance which makes the jelly set in the skin. Boil together gently until thoroughly reduced to a pulp, then stir through a coarse clean teacloth. Weigh the juice, return it to the pan, with a pound of sugar for every pound of juice boil until it sets when placed on a saucer, skimming well all the time. Place in small pots, and keep in a dry place. Some people like the addition of a little spirit in rhubarb Jam. and the following recipe is one of Mr. Phyllis Browne's, which teetotallers arc advised not to try: Peel and cut the desired quantity of rhubarb into small pieces, weight it and allow a pound of sugar, half a lemon rind (choppcd finely), a quarter of an ounce of butter for every pound of fruit. Bring all to the boil slowly, stir constantly' and skim well, then boil rather more quickly until it sets. Just at the last put in a wine-glassfull of whisky for every seven pounds of fruit.

Rhubarb Champagne—Cut up some rhubarb stalks and rinse them, place in a deep pan, and pour over a gallon of water for every five pounds of fruit

leave for three days, stirring two or three times a day. At the end of that time drain the liquor, press the rhubarb through a seive, and put with it and the liquor three and a half pounds of sugar to every gallon of the latter. When the sugar has quite dissolved, put the liquor into a sack and leave it to work. Now put one and a half ounces of isinglass to ten gallons of liquor in a muslin bag, suspend it through the bunghole, and close the whole tightly. At the end-of six months draw off the champagne and bottle and cork. Stand the bottles up for a month, then lay them down in a single row.

Rhubarb Sherbet—Wash six or eight sticks of rhubarb, dry well and cut them up. Boil the pieces in a quart of water for ten minutes. Into a jug put two tablespoonfuls of clarified sugar and the thin rind of a lemon. Strain the liquor from the rhubarb over the sugar and lemon rind, and let it stand for five or six hours, then serve.

As regards sweet dishes, rhubarb is better plainly served, accompanied by cream or custard,, to soften its acidity, and it should always be remembered that it requires very little water in cooking, otherwise its delicate flavor is lost.

For compotes, a syrup should be made of greater strength than is ordinarily used for fruits, and it should be faintly colored with cochineal and flavored with lemon rind. The rhubarb can be cooked genly in the syrup till tender without losing its shape and if possible, the pink puts only should be used.

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Greater Variety J„ Correct S,vioTtll I Year Than lor Many Scasonj.

At last the modes for snrin. 1 summer have pretty well dec!-?, themselves, and we know to a extent what will be expected of us I ing the present year oi gnlce,

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fashions been daintier or more delightful than they are at the present moment. Not only are the new modes charming in themselves, but they are also of 50 varied a description that with a little care and thought they can be adapted to suit every one. Hard and fast rules as to this shade or that color seem to have been most amiably dispensed with, and as long as we keep within certain limits we shall certainly be allowed to wear pretty much what we like, says madame.

In the matter of millinery, beyond and above all, there seems to be a chance at last for every one to wear a becoming hat, bonnet or toque, as the variety of shape is practically endless, while as to color, every shade under the sun seems to be permissible. For the select few there are the huge, early Victorian bonnets, made very often in fine Tuscan straw, or in a mixture of straw and crinoline, and trimmed variously with clusters of rose?, or with long, cream white ostrich feathers, grouped high on one side, or even standing erect in front of the brim. Others, again, have the long feathers placed underneath, 50 that they rest upon the hair, but these are not so pretty nearly as those which are lined with soft oleatings or chiflfon or lisse in a delicate shade of pink. 01 smaller bonnets there is an endless variety, many of them having masses of flowers arranged on aigrette, 'nigh on one side, while others have crowns oi gold gauze, incrustcd with jeweled embroidery, waved brims made oi tine loops of straw, and stiffly wired uows oi drawn glace ribbon, ararnged to give the necessary bight.

THE CORRECT GLOVES.

"Except in white glace gloves are back numbers," said an importer of gloves when asked about the latest styles. "At last American women seem to be waking up to the fact that suede gloves make the hand look far better. Why? Because lace gloves, no matter how fine the quality, have a tendency to make the hand look larger in length, breadth and thickness. Dealers are selling a few white lace gloves to swell women now for street wear, but they demand suede for everything else. In Paris 110 woman would any more think of wearing a glace glove after 1^ clock than she would think of going bare handed, and most Parisians never wear a glace glove. Those women know better than any others in the world how to bring out their good points and how to cover up their bad ones: so ial women, thin women, women with pretty hands, and women with awkward ungainly digits, cling almost exclusively to suede gloves. "The soft shades of tan, mastic, yellow and gray, are the most used, .dany of them are stitched over in blacs. fingers and all, and finished with a blac.' hem and black buttons. They are very chic looking. No woman 01 refined taste would make herself conspicuou: by wearing what the Franch call eccentric colors. You couldn't go into shop in all Paris and buy a pair of red blue, green or purple gloves. Only perfect skins can be made into suedes, while many blemishes are often concealed in a pair of glace gloves. lru suede gloves resist wear less than tW glace, but they look much better wmk they do last, and many women claiiji that for rough and ready wear b.ac-t suede gloves prove more satisfactory than anything else. No glove except suede should ever be worn in the e\fining, no matter whether the wearer i! in full dress or not and as for colore^ gloves to match an evening K°"n7" well, there aren't, adjectives enough1 the English language to describe the pa taste of a woman selecting them. Wh' of course, is more used than any colo, but the dainty pearls, delicate tans a soft yellows are also very

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