The Evening Democrat, Greencastle, Putnam County, 15 September 1896 — Page 2

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r>Y ROSE. L. ELLERBE.

Jl, my love is but a lassie, a wee and win- * Bom« lassie, she/’saag a deep baritone voice, with careless abandon. A girl who was ^ Y^f strolling along the / J mountain path stopy ped and looked about her in wonder. On one side rosu the rugged mountain, on the other lay a deep gorge. Where was the singer? The question was answered by a stalwart masculine form swinging around a sharp turn in the pathway just ahead of her, and coming to a sudden -stop. Evidently a "maiden fair” was an unexpected vision on this lonely mountain trail. The hesitation was only for an instant; removing his hat, he said: "1 beg your pardon. The path is so narrow here I’ll go back a bit," and he turned. The girl followed him with an amused smile.

•If it were only the least bit dan- j I go home.

‘‘singer,’’ and he came directly to

her.

‘‘Jose tells me that you have met with an accident,” he said; “1 am very sorty. ” "It’s only a sprained ankle, I think,” she replied, "but that is bad enough. ” Tuen, forgetting everything but the misery of the past hour, she cried, ‘‘Oh, dear, oh dear! how am 1 ever to get away from this place over that dreadful trail? I can’t walk—and—there’s no other way.” In spite of her "nerve” the tears came. Henry Muxon, looking down at the dainty little figure with its tearstained face, longed to pick her up in bis arms, as he would have done a little child, and carry her home, but he only said: "Oh yes, there are other ways; we might make a little and carry you— or—did you ever ride a burro?" "So, but 1 mean to ride one before

gerous, ' she thought, "this would really be an adventure; but it s not, ' more’s the pity.” She murmured her ' thanks to the young man, who stood respectfully aside to allow her pas- j

sage.

Henry Mason gave one glance over !

‘‘Now’s your chance then—that is, if yon arc not too faint to sit in the sa Idle. My ruueh is just around the hill, un i I can have an animal here inside ot ten minutes—if you wish." “Oh, yes 1" she exclaimed, eagerly, "I can rule very well, and I should

his shoulder as he again rounded the really enjoy a burro rule—if it were

corner.

"Well, she is n ‘winsome wee thing,' but she must Lave thought mu an idiot to stare at her so;—must be stopping at the Glen." And he went

on his way.

not for the pain,” she added, us a twinge reminded her of the wounded

member.

"It is badly swollen,” said Mason, looking sympathetically at the little foot; “if I could bring some arnica or

The trail, following the curve of the cold water—or—something—"

mountain, formed a semicircle; as Neva Hildreth reached its innermost point, she uttered a cry of delight; a tiny canon opened before her, its rocky sides covered with a dense growth of brush, mo^s and ferns; through the branches gleamed the white rocks of a waterless waterfall. Miss Neva cultivated a passion for ferns, and she could not pass these by. Entering the canon, she was soon gathering the dainty golden and silver ferns. A particularly fine cluster just above the little fall attracted her. There were tempting little cracks and

crevices

“lean go up there just as well as not,” she thought; and up she went. On reaching the higher level another little fall was disclosed, and the wild confusion of growth was even more

picturesque.

“I must bring mamma here," mused the little lady; “it is one of the most beautiful spots I have ever seen, now ; -what must it be with the water tumbling over these rooks!” Taking a seat on a stone, she gave herself up to the contemplation of the beauties

about her.

But reveries must end, and girls who climb up rocks must climb down again. It looked easy enough, and the young lady had no fears as she placed her foot upon an appirently firm bit of rock only to find herself suddenly precipitated to the ground below. Fortunately the distance was not groat, and alter a momentary shock she picked herself up; but when she attempted to walk she found that her ankle had been injured iu some way, and she was compelled to loan against the bank for support. She tried again, and managed to make her way back to the trail; but here she eauk down, faint with pain, and could go no further. Already the sun had gone behind the mountain, and though the opposite hills and valleys were still Hooded with light, the shadows were

failing in the little canon.

Miss Neva suddenly realized that she was having an adventure, after all. , “It’s quite romantic to sprain one's ankle,—people always do that in stories,—only there can’t be many people passing this way to rescue me —that young man stared at mo so when he saw me. And nobody knows where I am ; mamma was asleep when

“Oh, no," she hastened to say, “it will do very well until I get to the

hotel."

In a very short time ho reappeared with a light overcoat, which she gladly wrapped about her, for the air was growing chill. Soon a Mexican came, leading the comical little beast with its Hopping ears and wicked eyes. Then Miss Neva found herself lifted into a man’s saddle, and her lame foot carefully adjusted ; her rescuer took the bridle, aud by means of much pulling and coaxing and an occasional punch from the Mexican in the roar, the little procession finally reached the hotel. Several sympathetic nurses attended to Miss Hildreth’s sprained ankle, while she rehearsed her adventure with much glee, iu spite of the pain. She declared that it was quite as much of an adventure as a nineteenth century maiden ought to expect, and that the “Ivuight of the Burro” was in keeping with the age -practical, you know. “An old time knight would have borne me in his arms, which would have been decidedly uncomfortable for both parties before we got over that half mile of rocky trail." Mr. Maxoh called next day,ol course, to make inquiries, and was graciously, if somewhat condescendingly, received by Mrs. Hildreth ; but he found occasion to stop at the little hotel almost every day during tne next week, and he usually found Miss Hildredth on the veranda. They had some merry laughs over their “adventure,’’ and some very pleasant chats;—but the Hildredths were only tourists with rouud trip tickets, and as soon as the lame ankle permitted they went on their way.

Six months later, as Henry Maxon

was standing before one of those marvelous exhibits from his own State at the great fair, he saw Neva Hildreth approaching him. Their eyes met, and she recognized him with a frank

smile and outstretched hand. "I am glad to see you," she said ; “J

have not forgotten my California experience." An introduction to her sister, Mrs. Ward, followed. Mrs. Ward was quite absorbed by ber own escort, a learned professor, and she paid little heed to her sister, who followed in her wake nocom-

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I came away. What if there should S panied by Maxon. Bo it fell out be wild animals?—what was that man ( that when luncheon was proposed, telling about mountain lions at the • two hours later, Maxon was still one table?”. i of the party and was invited to join She glanced about her rather ner- ; theiu--an invitation which ho readily

vously, but she prided herself on her | accepted.

“ne-ve,” aud for fully half an hour I The party left the grounds soon af-

she bore the situation very philosophically, assuring herself that help must come in some way soon. But her foot was growing very painful, and the shadows were growing very deep, aud her courage was fast tailing her, when she at last heard footsteps approaching. Presently she saw a Mexican laborer, with a spade over his shoulder, coming around the path. When he was opposite to her she called to him. He stopped with nn exch million of astonishment, but when be saw her foot, from which she h«,d re-

moved the boot, tie asked :

"Hurta?—Mucha malo,” he added, shaking his head. He listened to her explanations with many expressions of sympathy, and at its concision said : “1 go for Meesta Smith ; we come pretty quick,” and moved away at a remarkable speed—for a Mexican. It seemed hours to the sutTering and impatient girl before she again 4»eard lootsteps. This tune it was the

terward ; and it was not until Maxon was iu his own room for the night that he remembered, with sudden dismay, that he had not asked Miss Hildreth’s address nor her plans for the morrow ; ho only knew that she was stopping with friends and that she expected to remain in Chicago a week longer. The next day Maxon wandered aimlessly about the Art Gallery and the Woman’s Building, instead of making a study of oertuin agricultural exhibits, as bis ironclad itinerary called for. By six p. in, he believed that he had seen every woman in the United States, except the one woman he wanted to see. The next day was spent iu much the seme manner. On the third day he caught a glimpse of her, but before be could reach her she was

gone.

It is to be feared that Maxon gained very little knowledge during the remainder of his stay at the fair. He saw nothing more of N^ - ' Hildreth.

Tin had made arrangements to visit some of tho Northern resorts, and ho had already overstayed his time iu Chicago. So one morning he took hna seat m the sleeper of a through express, feeling, bitterly, that he had lost tho happiness of his life, perhaps, through his own carelessness. Just as the train pulled out, two ladies entered and took the section next to his. Strong man as ho war, the blood rushed to his face aud his heart leaped with joy us he roeogui/.ed Neva Hildreth and her sister. He would lose no moro opportunities. Ho went to them at onccK and was cordially received by both ladies. He soon learned that their destination was the same as his own, and could hardly conceal his exultation as he thought of the long day before him, which he resolved to make the most of. Like a wise man, he first tried to converse with Mrs. Ward, but she teemed so surprised at his ignorance of many exhibits which interested her, and so overpowered him with her knowledge, that he was most thankful when she buried herself iu a magazine aud let him at liberty to talk to her sister. He found Miss Neva a most charming traveling companion, and managed to spend most of the itay by her side. He found that their plans for the week coincided with his own—slrnnge to say—and an they drew near their destination ho boldly asked permission to accompany them on their excursion to Minnetonka. Mrs. Ward looked her surprise, but she could only murmur something about “very kind," which tho Califoruiau coolly took for consent and proceeded to at range for their meeting and to make suggestions as to ways and means in the most mat-ter-of-laot way possible. That night Mrs. Ward subjected her younger sister to a cross-examination, which she closed by declaring emphatically ; “Well, I should think you would want to know something about that young man before you gave him any moro encouragement! 1 ’ "I encourage him?” asked Miss Neva, innocently; “why, you told him he might go.” It was a perfect summer day that they spent upon the beautiful sheet of water with its musical Indian name. Maxon had fully determined to pat his fate to the test, brief as had boon their acquaintance, but the day passed and no favorable opportunity came. Mrs. Ward seemei to have awakened to her duties as chaperone, and Miss Hildreth’s own frank, friendly manner discouraged him even more. They stopped at the same hotel, aud Maxon spent much of bis time with them for several days ; still his courage failed him, and he resolved more than onoe to go away, for Miss Neva would never look upon him as anything more than a friend, at best. His time waa limited and the last day of his stay arrived. They spent the day in moiling a longer excursion than usual, and Maxon had decided that he must put a question and receive an answer that day, come what would. But Mrs. Ward seemed to divine his attention. There was no escaping her vigilance, and it was not until they entered tha crowded car to return to the city that ho managed to place her in one seat while he found another for Neva and himself. Even thon he found it hard to begin, and the precious moments slipped by. At last he asked abruptly: ‘‘Do you remember our first meeting, Miss Hildreth?” “Of course," she answered, with a

smile.

"And did you think mo rude to stare at you so? To tell the truth, I thought you were a ‘winsome wee lassie’ indeed." "Ah, did you?" she murmured just glancing up at him. ‘‘My love Is but a lassie, A winsome wee lassie, slie," he repeated, softly; “and—" deeperately, “yon aro the lassie, Nova.” ‘‘Baggage, sir? Checked to all parts of the city.” And a bunch of chocks were jingled in his face. Before he could recover himself Mrs. Ward came to asked a question—and thon they were rolling into tho city depot. “Miss Neva, ho spoke hurriedly, “I must leave for homo in the morning, —unless you say stay." “Why," was the response, “mast you go? We shall miss you !" “I must go,” ho answered; “I havo overstayed my time already.” They were iu tho aisle now, and a-i they struggled along, pushed and jostled by the impatient throng, ho spoke once more: “Shall I go—or stay, Nova?" There was no reply, and his heart

sank.

“I’d no business to spring it on her like this,” he thought; “I’ve ofTcudod her now, and no wonder—fool that I

am!”

He saw the ladies to a carriage, and with his hand on the door said : “I must thank yon for your many kindnesses; I have enjoyed to-day immensely—and all the week. To-mor-row I go—” “To the falls, do you not?” interrupted Miss Hildreth. Wo do tho falls to-morrow, sister. And,” leaning forward she added mischievously, “perhaps there are no baggagemen out there.”—The New Bohemian.

FASHION'S FOR NEXT WINTEIt. That next winter is to see our arms tightly encased in sheathlike sleeves, remarks Hirper’s Bazar, there seems very little doubt. There is a marked shrinking in size already, and the exaggerated large sleeve already looks passe. The new styles, though, are too extreme to become popular at once, aud they are certainly most unbecoming. Two silk waists just finished to wear with duck skirts are very odd. One of flame-colored taffeta, changeable from the deep flame to pale yellow, has the fronts of the waist in full folds crossed over the bust. The sleeves fit tight to the arm, excepting just below the elbow, where there is a queer full puff that looks like a pincushion. The other model is of shaded mauve silk, aud tho sleeves are shirred from shoulder to wrist. Apparently the silk used is very narrow, for the edges stick out “like quills upon the fretful porcupine,” and look like ridges up and down the arm. No softening effect of lace or embroidery is on those waists, which have just been turned out by one of tho smart-

est modistes.

WHAT KILLED A RESTAURANT. A New York restaurant-keeper whose place a few years ago was a strong rival of Dolmonico’s, refitted his quarters last winter in very handsome style, and then was astonished to see that the attendance soon began to fall off with alarming rapidity. He finally managed to pour his complaint into the ear of a great social leader, and she readily explained the mystery. The lighting was at fault. The powerful electric lights were not properly shaded, and their harsh radiance gave a ghastly appearance to every woman in the room. To appear to advantage under such a light, a woman must “make up” her face with all the science used by actresses. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful her complexion, ber face will look sallow and haggard and there will be deep circles under her eyes. It did not take the women long to discover this fact, and they soon managed to betray their preference for other restaurants. Though the proprietor promptly toned down his lights, his business never fully recovered from the injury they had wrought. — Argonaut.

signal digital or “one-toe stocking" is best.

THE BICYCLE HAND.

At last the long-expected objection has come! Tho pastime of bicycling by ladies, out of which they have derived sc much health, enjoyment and amusement, has been repeatedly assailed with a view of turning its devotees into another channel of occupation. Bo far, however, by the spirited enthusiasm with which the new craze has been taken up, all these asaults havo proved unsuccessful. However, there is admittedly some danger of acceptance in the lust objection which has been advanced. There is a decided artfulness in its promulgation, and lady bicyclists, taken unawares, might be disposed in consequoncc to look for the first time with some askance at their new plaything. We allude to the allegation concerning the “bicycle baud.’ Ladies are now being warned that “the bicycle band is a thing of ugliness and horror forever.” The distinctive features of this hand are stated to be that “it becomes flattened, bulges out at the sides, gets lumpy and out of shape, and the fingers all become crooked,” and all these dreadful results are held to be due to the habit of clutching the handle of the machine. But after all, assuming this terrible allegation to bo true, what does it matter? Let women cultivate health, andi the ways that bring health, and the men will value them more for so doing, despite the fact that the result may be a little loss in the gracetul ontlinep of the female figure owing merely to some healthy increase in the muscular tissue.—Lon-

don Medical Press.

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The widow of Professor Huxley it to receive a pension of §1000 a year from the civil list. Miss Clara Howard is working hei way through tho University of California by selling newspapers. Abigail Bush, of California, who presided over the first woman-suffrage convention, is eighty-six years old. The women of Ban Francisco are to give an educational and historical carnival, which will last during an entire

week.

Mrs. Dorothy Tennant Stanley, tut wife of the explorer, has a peculiar fad. She collects parasols, and has a unique collection. A lodge for female Odd Fellows has lately been started in Tasmania. This is probably the first lodge formed for women in tho whole world. Countess Elise Biscaccianti, whose death was reported from Paris the other day, was an American by birth, and one of tho first American singers to win fame in Europe. Miss Mary Kerr, of Edinburgh, has just received from Washington a diploma of honor and a bronze medal for the ingenious skeleton astronomical globes exhibited by her at the Cnicago Exhibition. That no one need be discouraged from effort because of years, it is well to note that Mrs. Emma Willard at fifty studied Greek and Hebrew, so that she might have ft better understanding of tho scriptures. Mrs. Langtry's greatest hobby ap pears to be the collection of silvei trifles, from tho tiny silver furniture of dolt’s house up to the exquisite model, which stands on a beautifully inlaid table iu a window recess, of large ship under full sail. Mrs. Hobart is a Presbyterian ano a member of the Church of the Redeemer of Paterson. She is ono of the Tuesday class of her home city which last year studied Dante. “But lately,” she says brightly, “my favorite literature has been the newspapers.” Much as Princess Maud loves Denmark, it has not, however, usurped her affection for England, for it is stated, on good authority, that she has exacted from Prince Carl a very decided promise that he will purchase a small property in her native land. The Lady’s Diary or Woman's Almanack was the first magazine started especially for ladies. The first number appeared iu (^ueeu Anne's reign, and contained several curious directions for housekeeping concerning “preserving, cookery and perfumery.” The wife of Thomas E. Watson was Miss Durham, the daughter of a business man of McDuffie County, Georgia. Bhe is thirty-nine years old, and is noted for ber cheerful uisjiositiou and winning manners. Mr. and Mrs. Watson have two children—Agnes, thirteen years old, and Durham, who is twelve. Mara d’Asty, a young, bright-eyed Roumanian of bewitching beauty, has created n revolution among the impressarii in Milan, Italy. The musical sages of Milan declare that she is a natural phenomenon in coloratura singing, and is destined to be the successor qf Adelina Patti. She will make her Paris debut at the beginning of tho winter season.

PHILLIPS BROOKS. Hla Feelings at a Memorable Uriele In Hlii tllKtnry. The last time that I saw Mr. Brooks to speak with him was at a memorable crisis in his history, writes Elizabeth Stuart Phelps in McClure’s. It wan close upon the date of his acceptance of the bishropric of Massachusetts; hut this fact was not generally known. The movement of his own mind at the time, while his decision to leave Trinity church forever was still seething, was as solemn as prayer. If one had any doubt of this, the sight of the man on the occasion to which 1 refer would have made it clear to the dullest peiceptlon. We were at lunch, four of us Mr. Brooks. Dr. Holmes. Mr. Ward and myself, with friends whose hospitality is expert in the art of selecting the difficult and delightful number of guests which is more than the graces but less than the muses. Mr. Brooks was very quiet at first—almost silent; and. it seemed to my slight social experience with him. unprecedt ntly sober. But Dr. Holmes' conversational gfiiius soon struck the sparks from the smoldering fire in the preacher’s heart and the two men began to talk. '1 he rest of iis held the breath to listen. as our hostess, with her distinguished tact, stirred the (lame when she would; and one of the most remarkable conversations which 1 ever heard followed. Mr. Brooks began to talk about the duties of the upper to the lower classes of society, and of the Christian to Hie irreligious. He spoke r? pidly, then earnestly, then eagerly, holly, without fear and without reproach. like the Christian Bayard that he was. At the last he pushed on into monologue a thing I never heard him do before; and no one, not even the king of Boston conversers, cared to interrupt him. To my surprise he spoke of the salvation army in language of deep respect. He honored ils work. He prophesied heartily for its future. Hf- spoke contemptuously of the nervousness of people of ease about infection in clothing brought from the sweat-shops and from homos whose horrors but few of us troubled a heart throb to alleviate. With sacred indignation lie relinked the heathen of the west end, who cared neither for their own souls nor for those of other men. He scored worldliness of heart and life in a lofty denunciation to which it was impossible to offer a protesting word. He mentioned by name a certain fashionable men’s club on the Back bay. "The salvation army," he cried, "ought to he sent there. Nobody needs them more. They ought to go right through such a place as that and preach new testament religion!’ At this point Dr. Holmes suggested. In a subdued voice: "But, Dr. Brooks, such men as those are not going to listen to the salvation army. It seems to me that you are the man to go into th" - - dub and preach Christianity.” Dr. Brooks made no reply. The rest of us took the thought up and urged him a little. But he fell into a silence so sad that it was impossible to break it. His gaze wandered from us solemnly. Was he renewing the conflict of soul which must have preceded his dt termination to leave the pastorate of his loved and loving people? Was he heartsick with his own great ideal of what a Christian teacher might achieve and must forever fail to? Was he thinking of his limits in the light of his aspirations? He talked no more. In a few moments he abruptly and silently left us.

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Collectively, Too Much for Him, A doctor onoe refused to take a fee for attending a friend duriug a dangerous illness. Upon his recovery, however, the patient presented the agreeable amount in u purse, saying: “Hir, in this purse I have put every day’s fee; and your goodness must not get the better of my gratitude.” The doctor eyed tho purse, counted the number of days, and, holding out his hand, replied; “Well, I can hold out no longer. Bingly, I could have refused them for a year, but collectively they are ine sistible.”—New York Ledger. •

ABOUT SHOES. Never wear a shoe that pinches the heel, says Health Culture. Never wear a shoe or boot so large iu the heel that the foot is not keep in place. Never wear a shoe or boot that ban depressions in any part of the solo to drop any joint or bearing below tho level plane. Never wear a shoe with a solo turning up very much at the toes, as this causes tho cords on the upper part of tho foot to contract. Never wear a shoe that presses up into the hollow of the foot. Never have the top of the boot? tights, as it interfers with the action of the calf muscles, making one work badly and spoils the shape. of tho ankle. Never wear one pair of shoes all the time, unless obliged to do so. Two pair of boots worn a day at a time, alternately, give moro service and are much more healthful. Never wear leather sole linings to stand upon ; white cotton drilling or linen is much better and more health-

ful.

Never wear a short stocking, or one which, after being washed is not at least one-half inch longer than the foot. Bear iu mind that stockings shrink ; be sure that they will allow your toes to spread out at the extreme ends, as these keep the joints in place and makes a strong and attractive foot. As to shape of stockings, the

FASHION NOTES. .Valenciennes luce was never

iu demand.

Exact copies of the Neapolitan peasant hats will be seen in tho autumn

millinery.

A gown of chameleon blueand silver is entirely covered with stripped black grenadine, not so heavy but that the glimmering of the two-toned silk shows through. Heavy black linen-backed satin, which is said to hold its own against the water better than any other known fabric, is lasting, does not cling closely, and its luster is not injured by

wetting.

Wrappers aro no longer considered proper to wear except in one’s bedroom, and even at the breakfast tables these matineesor a tea gown takes the place of the once loose-flowing and untidy gown. The jackets of white pique are very popular. They may be of any shape, and are worn with a dark skirt. They are certainly “smart,” and if the under blouse has a soft collar, they are very becoming. The very best material for a bathing suit is silk of any kind. The newest suits are made of faille silk. A material that is much lighter and moro graoeulf than faille silk is India tilk, which is very serviceable and success - fully withstands the ravages of salt water and the exertion of swimming. Black India silk trimmed with white braid makes a very attractive costume. Many prefer linen batiste, and this has a slight resemblance to the regular linen, but it is made up more elith orately. Borne of them are so flue that they are almost transparent, and the embroideries are like fairies’ work. One costume is of very thin batiste made up over silk. The skirt has rows of lace insertion in,(clusters, and the bodice is trimmed with a lace

edge.

N«w» by rigflon from tb« Farullone*. An experimental carrier pigeon service Is to be established from Farallone Islands and from outgoing vessels to this city. The ('humber of Commerce at its quarterly meeting yesterday decided to co-operate with Mr. Carlisle, who has offered fifty pairs of homing pigeons from the "Blue and (iohl" lofts to begin the experiments with. The resolution by which the chamber committed itself to this venture was offered by Oapt. Nelson, who spoke of the successful operation of a carrier service in the Hawaiian Islands. Forecast Official Hamman was present and presented the advantages such a service would be to the weather bureau and through it to commerce. The Farallones are peculiarly well situated, he said, for an observation station. As soon as it could bo demonstrated that regular communication could be maintained with them, lie had no doubt that an observation station would be established there, and then it would be only a question of time when a submarine cable would be laid. Mr. Carlisle in his communication said pigeons could be trained to return from a distance of ir.O miles at sea. In this way they could be made to carry important news both from outgoing and incoming vesselr,. San Francisco Chronicle. •lapan’ll Foremost Woninn. The most celebrated woman in Japan today is Mme. Oyama, chief lady-in-waiting to the empress. She instructs the ladies of the court in European etiquette, of which she knows more than many noted Europeans. She is very beautiful, brilliant intellectually and a skilled linguist. She was more carefully educated in this country. and soon after her graduation from college she became engaged to Oyama, the distinguished Japanese field marshal. No Alternative. "Del ay, you’re paying dear for that rich wife of yours by having to stay home every night." “It was either that or go to work, old boy.” A ml Feel Them Too. "What a cramped hand Ethel write*; lately?” "Ye* ®hn must take unusual pains.”