Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 28 August 1897 — Page 6

A MONOPOLIST'S WANTS.

My wants are few, I sit sereno Upon contentmt nt's hlshlands, If I cim have enrth'a continents

I cure not forits isbind?. I would not climb upon a throno Through seas of bloo.iy slaughter, If I can call all lands nay own.

Why you can have the water.

Give me but these, thoy arc enough To suit my humble notions, 4 you can have for all your own

The land beneath the ocean. ,.Atnl 'tis a generous slice of CRrth, And dou'jtlrss quite prolific,

If JOB can only drain it onuc, The bed of the Pacific.

And all I nsk is just this earth, To regulate and man it, An'! I surrender all my claims

To cv. ry other planet. An so you see I cut tny cloth On a contracted ittern Q'V'i me the earth, I drop all claim .,•••. To Uranus and to Saturn.

J-.ittle 1 need, my wants are few, Nor would I havolhem greater, I only want the land between

Tile poles and the rquator. Give me the earth, 'tis all I ask, For me and my wife Sarah, Then I'll give all my follow 111311

A house lot in Sahara.

The earth is very, very snail, And not in good repair Compared with Sirius it is

A very small ifTair. And I just want it while I live, And Death, I'll not resist him, For after death I hope to gc-t

The whole great solar system. —Sam Walter Foss, in Yankee Blado.

'TAKEN ATTSE FLOOD.11

BY OLIVE MAT EAGER.

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YOUTHFUL pbysician and his still more youthful bride were driving 6lowly along a lonely mountain road, re a autumn sunshine

through the already frost-strick-

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tree?. They stopped a moment when a break in the hills gave them a glimpso of their destination in the narrow valley below. The stragglin" hastily built village near the recently discovered coal beds of that resrion was not calculated to excite either •hope or admiration.

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quoted the young man, adding, museingly: wonder if any tide in yon group of shanties will sweep us on to fortune. Things are at a low ebb wth us now."

The girl-wife made no reply, but., taking advantage of their standstill, she made what she felt to be an allimportant change in her toilet. Drawing forth a slightly battered baudbox, she replaced her big shade hat by a very staid and sober bonnet, which 60 failed of the desired matronly effeet that the husband hurriedly jogged his horse to a fresh start, lesthe°be called upon to pass judgment on a face mado still moie blooming by the contrast. i.o teJl the truth, nffcer graduating with high honors from the good old Stite University, Dr. Thomas Nelson, aged twenty-three, had done two hasty, imprudent things: One was to marry oil hand a dear little school girl, whom two-thirds of the town still rexnombeied as a famous rorup and scatterbrain in short dresses "the other dubious step was to settle down to the exercise of his profession in the same community where both of them lived from babyhood.

Hosts of friends and relatives took the deepest possible interest in "TominieV' cases and "dear Kittie's" housekeeping, bat somehow under the fed 6waytof aches and pains, their affection waned to such an extent that it could be revived only after a sight of the regular practitioner, a man of ago and experience. No young coupk° howe\er economical, can manage to exist on good wishes alone, so after a year's trial of 6tioh dry fare, the Nelsons set. out to try their fate among total strangers. Their goal was a mushroom town, whose rapidly increasing population was still left to the tender mercies of an antiquated quack, very well acquainted with Therapeutics as tested through the medium ol' black bottles.

In the chill, autumn twilight, the newcomers drove up to the long, low tavern, a relic of stagecoach times, Btanding out prominently among tbe newer, box-like houses which looked bo like peas in a pod that the observant, quick-eyed doctor found himself vainly searching for some distinguishing mark, and wondering if he bhould ever manage to know where his patients lived. The streets seemed juite deserted, and the tavern unfrequented, making the doctor blue with eomething worse than cold.

A warm supper and a roaring fire .succeeded in cheering tho travelers to a iaint interest in the chatty landlord's confidences as to the community at large, and tho bibulous old doctor *in particular. They were beginning to feel comfortably cozy, and sleepy, when a slouchy, ill-kempt Irishman ehuflled awkwardly into the dining room, saying that ho wanted tho new doctor. "Oh, go along with you, Mike!" said tho tavern keeper, unwilling to lose his ppprecijalive audience.: "It's mu ould'-vjwoman," insisted tho man. "file's that bad that I be tiiinkin it's a/Bthrokc. Arra a wurrd

Hjtvel Ji^d tiij day, and see that glib tongue since furat saw her, Biddy O'Aioiy, in the ould ctiunthry." iieaides be ng very tired, tlic doctor

felt email inclination to trust so unpromising a guide along unknown mountain paths after night for the fellow was rather the worse forjliquor. "I wouldn't go," said Lin self-con

stituted Mentor. "These fellows swear by the old doctor, who is glad to take his pay in 'Mountain Dew.' You may whistle for money of any color," this last being a thrust at the already declared temperance proclivities of his guest. "But," urged the man in self-de-fense, "tho ould docther's that drunk he'll not bo after stirring the night and it's good silver I'll pay ye, anli bring ye back mcself in the morning."

Dr. Nelson looked doubtfully at his wife. Could he possibly leave her alone all night in a country tavern, of which he knew nothing? She would not meet his gaze with her eyes full of fast gathering tears. Had she not, by silliness and cowardice, interfered with his previous career? At least she felt very guilty over her secret rejoicing whenever the night passed without a summons to some bedside but in assuming a matron's bonnet she really meant to turn over new leaf and bravely act her part as tho doctor's wife in their new home. Besides, in novel surroundings women are often more venturesome tlian men so she said, encouragingly: "It may be the tide at its flood, dear."

The night was dark and threatenand the rough bridle paths over the mountain seemed nearly overgrown in places, judging from the boughs that at times almost swept the doctor off his horse. Gusts of wind blew the coming rain in his face but his taciturn companion still stalked clumsily along, leading the horse, which gave evident signs of disapproval. After a tedious climb of an hour or more a faint glimmer through some opening announced their arrival at a human habitation, even before *v furious barking of dogs greeted the unacoustomed footfalls of the horse.

Dismounting, the half-anxious doctor followed tho Irishman into the lighted cabin, whose one room seemed entirely empty. But there was an inmate—a woman clad in faded calico, who, with her face hidden in a limp sunbonnet, sat rocking her thin, spare body backward and forward before the big fireplace, whpre pine knots gave forth a glaring light and a warmtli that was pleasantly apparent after the crisp night air.

It needed but a glance at the fixed, strained muscles of the sallow face to convince tho doctor that lockjaw was the cause of the silent tongue, which had impressed the husband as something dreadful and altogether uncanny, to the exclusion of any special concern about a badly hurt and very painful ankle, which had been entirely neglected.

But a few days before, the doctor had chanced to read in a torn scrap of newspaper that chloroform was an invaluable remedy for lockjaw, Sir James Simpson's experiments with chloroform having recently called the attention of the whole world to its capabilities and development as an aesthetic. Fortunately, he had a small vial in the leather saddle-pock-ets which were tha inseparable companions of a doctor in the days when druggists were found in large towns only, and patent medicines were not among the stock in trade of every cross-roads store.

A moment sufficed for him to unstop the vial and saturate his own handkerchief, the appearance of tho cabin hardly warranting the forthcoming of such a luxury. The look of relief on the woman's lace was second only to that which overspread her husbann's countenance, as soon afterward sha found her tongue suiliciently to berate liim soundly for having brought her that ".spalpeen of a doctor," instead of their old triend und fellow-toper.

After settling his patient in the one bed of which tho cabiu boasted, the doctor slept off his fatigue, as best ho could, by dozing and dreaming in a straight backed, hard bottomed chair. Under the circumstances, breakfast seemed so doubtful a quantity that, with the early dawn, he wended his way back down the mountain, accompanied to the edge of civilization by the presumably grateful husband who, in parting, gingerly counted out two quarters and gruffly 6aid "Good-by," with no word of thanks or praise.

The young man pooketed the first fee and grimly vowing to keep it for luck, returned to the tavern thoroughly disheartened at the prospect of similar night journeys and their illproportioned recompense. It was a bad beginning, but a hearty breakfast and a sympathetic wife caused him to decide that one must not quarrel with one's bread, even though it be unbuttered. During the day, a call from another miner further confirmed him in the resolve to watvo his prejudices for the time being, and after that he really had no time to think any more about them.

Somebody, cither the tacituru husband or the shrewish wife, told wondrous talcs of the "spalpeen" doctor, who without a drop of medicine and with but a whiff tic a queer-smelling handerchief had brought back the old woman's speech. To them the bad foot was a much more ordinary affair, although it was a lingering case which called for many visits from the doctor, who made them conscientiously, despite tho small prospect of fees. He gave the settlers fresh cause for marvel by invariably declining their "Mountain Dew," by which romantic title is known that illicit whisky which has evaded the prosaic touch of a revenue stamp, popularly claimed to be injurious to the pure flavor of the "juice."

In isolated or illiterate communities fame feeds on imagination, and grows apace, so that ere long the new doctor's skill was the talk of thg whole

mountain side. A few mourned ovei the fading laurels of the convivial old fellow, always ready for a "drap" with his patients, sick or dying though they might be but among the min ere, whose daily life was prolific of accidents, the cool head and ever firm hand of the "timperance man" could not fail to inspire confidence.

Slowly, but surely, the tide turned in his favor. During the very severe winter which followed, the* doctor braved many a hard ride through rain and sleet, snowdrifts and swollen streams, while tho anxious wife spent many a lonely night wishing for the dawn and his safe return. Spring found the doctor with a slight balance hand, and a steadily growing practice, as others besides "moonshiners" and miners gradually became aware of his existence, and took due note of it for future reference.

In a new country like ours, towns often spring into cities and men into riches but our doctor and our town climbed upward, step by step to fame and fortune. For a man ready to seize every honest opportunity to rise, there are always moreups than downs, and such a one is certain to have, sooner or later, what many style luck but the doctor and his wife called it, "Taken at the flood."

Ere middle age succeeded in catching our young couple, the doctor could and did afford a belated wedding journey, during which the little wife bought and wore her Paris bonnets, with sublime indifference to what people might think of the still youthful face. Her husband ransacked Europe in the interests of his profession, making special researches which brought him fresh laurels in the medical world.—New York Independent.

Alpine Torrents 111 Harness^ "All over the Tyrol, Switzerland, and tho Alpine country generally, you find to-day a curious conjunction of the modern and the mediaeval in the village streets, the stores and the inns," said a traveler. "In the smallest, the most remote and the most ancient villages in the Bavarian Alps, the Tyrol and the Bernese Oberlandl you find the streets, the stores, the inns and not infrequently the houses supplied with electric lights. I revisited last August a little village back in the Tyrolean Mountains, near Innsbruck, which is ono of the most characteristically medieval communities one could well find. The people live in the houses of their grandsircs, and follow their customs and ways. "This year I arrived there in the evening, and was amazed to find the streets as brilliantly lighted as Broadway, where formerly the only light was from a swinging horn lantern here and there. Thero were clusters of incandescent lights strung across the streets every few yards. The little inn had a complete installation, and so had the few little shops. I was prepared to learn that the formerly quiet village had become a fashionable watering place. But it hadn't. It was as quiet and as slow, antiquated and out of date as ever. Jjater, as I wandered abont the Tyrol and Switzerland, I lound the same change everywhere. "It is very natural that it should be so, too, for in all that region there is power in superabundance running waste on every hand. From every rock leaps a cascade, and over every cliff roars a waterfall there are streams that flow evenly with a steady, small power, ani torrents that thunder down with tons of force. The village of Murren, perched on the edge of a cliff oj^posite the ffungfrau, at a height of 5000 feet above sea level, has a very complete electric lighting system, anil power enough within a few hundred yards' radius to light half New \ork. Tho villages get their light almost free. "This is, so far as I could learn, the very first use to which tho vast water power in the Alps has been put. ditherto it has all run idle. Materialistic travelers often wonder why Switzerland is not a big manufacturing country. Alas 1 It soon may be, now the patient plodders there are finding what a wonderful capability 'or work is in the waterfalls.—New York Sun.

Modernizing tue Holy Land. Tho completion of tho Jaffa-Jerusa-lem l\ailway, with the early prospect of a completed road between Haifa and Damascus, is but tho most prominent of growing indications that the lands of Bible history are falling under modernizing inlluences. Tho first American locomotive which circled the Mount ol 01ive3 and Gethsemane 011 its way to Jerusalem marked tho first step in the change. Actuated apparently by the prospect of commercial aggrandizement for his Asiatic possessions, the Sultan afterward gave his assent to the construction of the new road to be known as the SyrianOttoman Railway.

Already the effect of these new endeavors is to bo seen in the efforts of British and other capital to secure a field for investment on the historic ground. The same company whioh has placed a modern steel bridge across ihj Jordan has laid plans for a grain elevator in theheartof the laud. There are propositions to establish public carriers tor a great grain trade, to put on lines oi' steamships from London to Haifa and to open up through tho region made famous by religious associations tho paths for active and profitable commerce.

Iy 6hort, the inlluenccs which are everywhere else knitting the world together are at last at work upon the holy land. It will be a curious evolution which this region of ancient tradition will have undergone when tho traveler of fifty years hence Bets foot in Jerusalem or Damasous and finds iu them the bustling commerce and trade of latter-day civilizatiou. Chicago Record.

JOB'S ESCAPE.

"THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH" USED AS A SYNONYM BY THpS PROPHET.

Encouragement For A11 Wlio Have Lost Hope—Dr. Tulmage'a Sermon,

In this discourse of Dr. Talmagc is mighty encouragement for many who consider their own case hopeless. His text is Job 19:20: "I am escaped with the skin of my teeth." He said:

Job had it hard. What with boils and bereavements a fool of a wife he

and bankruptcy and wished he was dead, and I do not blame him. His flesh was gone and his bones were dry. His teeth wasted away until nothing but the enamel seemed left. He cries out, "I am cscapcd with the skin of my teeth."

There has been some difference of opinion about this passage. St. Jerome .and Schultens and Drs. Good

and

Poole and Barnes have all tried their forceps on Job's teeth. You deny my interpretation and say, "What did Job know about the enamel of the teeth?" He knew everything about it. Dental surgery is almost as o'd as the earth. The mummies of Egypt, thousands of years old, are found today with gold filling in their teeth. Ovid and Horace and Solomon and Moses wrote about these important factors of the body. To other provoking complaints Job, I think, has added an exasperating toothache, and putting his hand against the inflamed face he says, "I am escaped with the skin of my teeth."

A very narrow escape, you say, for Job's body and soul, but there are thousands of men who make just as narrow escape for their soul. There was a time when the partition between them and ruin was no thicker than a tooth's enamel, but, as Job finally escaped, so have they. Thank God! Thank God!

Paul expresses the same idea by a different figure when he says that some people are "saved as by fire." A vessel at sea is in flames. You go to the stern of the vessel. The boats have shoved off. The flames advance. You can endure the heat no longer on your face. You slide clown on the side of the vessel and hold on with your fingers until the forked tongue of the fire begins to lick the back of your hand and you feel that you must fall, when one of the lifeboats comes back, and the passengers say thev think they have room for one more. The boat swings under you. You drop into it—you are saved. So some men are pursued by temptation until itors whom they are partially consumed, but after all get off—"saved as by fire."

But I like the figure of Job a little better than that of Paul, because the pulpit has worn it out. and I want to show you, if God will help, that some men make narrow escapes for their souls and are sa\ed as "with the skin'of their teeth."

It is as easy for some people to look to tlie cross as for you to look to this pulpit. Mild, gentle, tractable, loving, you expect them to become Christians. Yon go over to the store and say, "Grandon joined the church yesterday." Your business comradcs say. "That's just what might have been expected he always was of that turn of mind." In youth this person whom I describe was always good. He never broke things. lied when it was improp-

He never lau er to laugh. At seven he could sit an hour in church, perfectly quiet, looking neither to the right hand nor the left, but straight into the eyes of the minister, as though lie understood the whole discussion about the eternal decrees. He never upset things nor lost them. lie floated into the kingdom of God so gradually that it is uncertain just when the matter was decided.

Listen to two or three questions: Are you as huppy as you used to be when you believed in the truth of the Christian religion? Would you iike to have your children travel on in the road in which you are now traveling? You had a relative who professed to be a Christian and was thoroughly consistent, living and dying in the faith oftl.e gospel. Would you not like to live the same quiet life and die the same peaceful death? I hold in my hand a letter sent me by one who has respected the Christian religion. It says: "I ant old enough to know that the joys and pleasures of life are evanescent and to realize the fact that it must be comfortable in old age to believe in something relative to the future and to have a faith in some system that proposes to save. "I am free to confess that I would be happier if I could cxcrcisc the simple and beautiful faith that is possessed by many whom I know. I am not willingly out of the church or out of the faith My state of uncertainty is one of unrest. Sometimes I doubt my immortality and look upon the deathbed as the closing scene, after which there is nothing. What shall I Co that I have not done'" Ah, skepticism is a dark and doleful land. Let me say that this Bible is cither true or false. If it be false we are as well off as you. If it be true, then which of us is safer?

Let me also ask whether your trouble J^!s

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.you confounded

Christianity with the inconsistent character af some who profess it? You are a lawyer. In your profession there are mear. a::d dishonest men. Is that anything against the law? You are a doc•u,r"

Thcre are

""skilled and contempt­

ible men in your profession. Is that anything against medicine? You are a merchant. Thcre are thieves and defrauders 111 your business. Is that anything against your merchandise? Behold, then, the unfairness of charging upon Christianity the wickedness of its disciples! Wc admit some o? the charges against those who profess religion, borne of the most gigantic swindles of tlie present day have been carried on by members of the church. There ate men standing 111 the front rank in the churches who would not be trusted with $5

without good collateral security. They leave their business dishonesties in the vestibule of the church as they and sit at the communion. concluded the sacrament, they get up wipe the wine from their lips, go out and take up their sins where they left off. To serve the devil is their regular work, to serve God a sort of play spell. With a Sunday sponge they expect to wipe off their business slate all the past week inconsistencies. You have no more right to take such a man's life as a specimen of religiqn than you have to take the twisted irons and split timbers that he on the beach at Coney Island as a specimen of an American ship. It is time that we draw a line between religion and the frailties of those who profess it.

Do you not feel that the Bible, take it all in all, is about the best book that the world has ever seen? Do you know any book that has as much in it? Do you not think upon the whole that its influence has been beneficent? I come to you with both hands extended toward you. In one hand I have the Bible and the other hand I have nothing. This Bible in one hand I will surrender forever just as soon as in my other hand you can put a book that is better.

I invite you back into the good oldfashioned religion of your fathers—to the God whom they worshipped, to the Bible tlicy read, to the promises on which tlicy leaned, to the cross on which they hung their eternal- expectations. You have not been happy a day since you swung off. You will not be happy a minute until you swing back.

Again, there may be some who in the attempt after a Christian life will have to run against powerful passions and appetites. Perhaps it is a disposition to anger that you have to contend against, and perhaps, while in a very serious mood, you hear of something that makes you feel that you must swear or die. I know a Christian man who was once so exasperated that lie said to a mean customer, "I can ot swear at you myself, for I am a member of the church, but if you will go down stairs my partner in business will swear at you." All your good resolutions heretofore have been torn in tatters by an explosion of temper. Now there is no harm in getting mad if you only get mad at sin. You need to bridle and saddle those hot-breathed passions and with them ride down injustice and wrong. There are a thousand things in the world we ought to be mad at. There is no harm in getting redhot if you only bring to the forge that which, needs hammering. A man who has no power of righteous indignation is an imbecile, but be sure it is a righteous indignation and not a petulancy that blurs and unravels and depletes the soul.

There arc others who :n attempting to come to God must run between a great many business perplexities. If a man go over to business at 10 o'clock in the morning and come away at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, he has some time for religion, but how shall you find time for religious contemplation" when you-arc driven from sunrise to sunset and have been for five years going behind in business and are frequently dunned by creditors whom you cannot pay, and when from Monday morning until Saturday night you are dodging bills that you cannot meet. You waik day by day in uncertainties that have kept your brain on fire for the past throe years. Some with less business troubles than you have gone crazy. The clerk has heard a noise in the back counting-room and gone in and found the chief man of the firm a raving maniac, or the wife has heard the bang of a pistol in the back parlor and gone in, stumbling over the dead body of her husband—a suicide. There are men pursued, harassed, trodden down and scalped of business perplexities ,and which way to turn next they do not know. Now God will not be hard 011 you. He knows what obstacles are in the way of your being a Christian, and your first effort in" the right direction He wiil crown with success. Do not let satan with cotton bales and kegs and hogsheads and counters and stocks of unsalable goods block up your way to heaven. Gather up all your energies.^ Tighten the girdle about your loins, lake an agonizing look into the facc of God and then say. "Here goes one grand effort for life eternal." and then bound away for heaven, escaping "as with the skin of your teeth."

In the last day it will be found that Hugh Latimer and John Knox and Huss and Ridley were not the greatest martyrs, but Christian men who went up incorrupt from the contaminations and perplexities of Pennsylvania avenue Broad street. State street and Third street. On earth tlicy were called brokers or stock jobbers or retailers or importers, but in heaven Christian heroes Xo faggots were heaped about their feet: 110 inquisition demanded from them recantation no soldier aimed a pike at their heart, but thev had mental tortures compared with which all physical consuming is as the breath of a spring morning. 1 find in the community a large class of men who have been so cheated, so lied about, so outrageously wronged that they have lost their fai'th in everything, in a world where everything seems so topsy turvey they do not see how there can be any God. They arc confounded and frenzied and misanthropic. Elaborate arguments to prove to them the truth.of Christianity, or tlie truth ot anything else, touch them nowhere. Hear me, all such men. I preach to you no rounded periods, 110 ornamental discourse, but put my hand 011 your shoulder arid invite you into the peace of the gospel. Here is a rock 011 which you may stand firm though the waves dash against it harder than the Atlantic pitching its surf clear above Lddystone lighthouse. Do not charge upon God all these troubles of the world As long as the world stuck to tjod, God stuck to the world, but the earth seceded from His government and hence all these outrages and all these woes God is good. For many hundreds of years He has been coaxing the world to conic back to Him, but the more He has coaxed the more violent iavc men been in their resistance, and hey have stepped back and stepped back until they have dropped info. ruin. irv this God, ye who have had the bloodhounds after you and who have thought that God had forgotten you. try Hun and see if He will not help you... Iry Him and see if he will not pardon you. Try Him and s?c if He will not save you. The flowers of spring have 110 bloom so sweet as the flower­

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one strong pull for heaven. Xo" work will do it. There sonu-tim« 3 a time on shipboard when evervthfi must be sacrificed to save the passeng gers. The cargo is nothing, the ricpinl nothing The captain puts the trumpa to his hps and shouts, "Cut awnv tli, mast. Some of you have been and driven, and you have in to keep the world well nigh' Iom vour soul. Until you have decided thU mat •ter let everything else go. Overboard with all those other anxieties ami |,ur dens. You will have to drop the sails of your pride and cut away the mast With one earnest cry for help put your cause into tlie hands of Him who helped Paul out of the breakers of Melita. and who above the shrill blast of the wrathiest tempest that wcr blackened the sky or shook the ocean, can hear the faintest imploration of mercy.

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I shall close this sermon feeling that some of you who have considered your case as hopeless will take heart again and that with a blood red earnestness' such as you have never experienced before, you will start for the good land of the gospel, at last to look back, saying"What a great risk I ran! Almost"lost but saved! Just got through and no more! Escaped by the skin of

teeth."

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HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS.

don't neglect TnE Disn ct.otitNo articles in kitchen use nre so likely to be neglected and abused as the dish cloths and dish towels. Put a, teaspoonful of ammonia into the water in which these cloths are, or should be, washed every day. Eub soap on the towels put tlieni in the water and then rub them out rinse dry out doors. Dish cloths and towels need never look gray and dingy—a perpetual discomfort to all housekeepers.—New York World.

TO CLEANSE SILK FABRICS. For every quart of water needed, pare, wash and grate one large potato. Put the potatoes into cold water and let them stand two days without, fitirring, then carefully pour off' the clear liquor into a vessel of a convenient size in which to -wash the silk.

The washing is done by dipping the silk up and down in the water is there are spots draw the silk smoothly through the fingers, but do not rub it or allow it to wrinkle. Hang the silk over a line and let it drip nearly dry then lay it flat ou the table, and with a cloth wipe it first on one side and then on the other. If it must be pressed place it between flannel and use a moderately hot iron. Ilibbon can ba nicely smoothed by winding it around a large round roller of smooth wood covered with several thicknesses of cloth.

If you have new dress silk that is not to be made up for months, by all means get a large smooth piece of round wood to roll it on. Straight breadths of old silk: are kept best if rolled in this way.—* —---v

MARKIXO CLOTHED.

A number of people shirk the very simple task of mnrkiiig their clothes legibly and permanently, and this, too, at a time when almost everybody's things are sent to a professional wash, to be mixed up with heaps owned by strangers. Yet writing oue's mime ou a collar or handkerchief is alniobt ns .* simple as scribbling it ou paper. A very little patience is required, and a fire should be close- at hand to fix fh'" ink indelibly. Printed tapes and letters to be sewn on are well enough, in their way, but not much protection against an article being stolen, us tliey can be picked off by anybody. A name conspicuously inked ou thd material is abetter safeguard.

With new brands of marking ink it is necessary to pay some slight attention to the directions issued with ca^h bottle, so as not to write with a steel lien when a quill ia demanded, nor to use heat when none is required, nor to mix liquids wrongly.when two happen to be given. If a woman shrieks out that two dozen fine iw handkerchiefs and a whole batch of table napkins have dropped into holes where she printed her name she has evidently treated her chemicals by tho opposite plan to that advised. However suecessful you may be yourself, never recommend your own favorite nwie of marking ink to anybody, for f^11" the process should be conducted tho wrong way and you rcceivotho blame. Even among our nearest and de'irest friends there are some who insist ou blundering over very siniplo \\or», and it is best for them to learn wibdoin it Advertiser.