Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 October 1894 — Page 4

KEEP AGOIN* 1 It yon strike a thorn or rose, Keep a-goin’! If it hails, or if it snows. Keep a-goin’! "Tain’t no use to sit an’ whine When the fish ain’t on your line; Bait your hook an’ keep on tryin* 1 Keep a-goin’! When the weather kills your crop, Keep a-goin’! When you tumble from the top, Keep a-goin’! S’pose you’re out o’ every dime? Gittin’ broke ain’t any crime: Tell the world you’re feelin’ prime! Keep a-goin’! When it looks like all is up, Keep a-goin’ ! Drain the sweetness from the cup, Keep a-goin’! See the wild birds on the wing! Hear the bells that sweetly ring! When you feel like sighin'—sing! Keep a-goin’! •-[Frank L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.

Her Celestial Adorer.

She was little, prim and pious. She was so d’stractingly pretty. Three of these qualities are an unusual combination. Therefore worthy of note. She came up to New York to study bookkeeping and shorthand. Her name was Alice Pearson, and she had a mania for converting people. The house at which she boarded was kept by a stout Irish-American woman—Mrs. Brown. She looked the essence of good nature, but she let the boarders freeze all the winter by never having a fire in the furnace, and she fed them with pork and beans until life became a burden. She had a daughter, Matie, tall, rat her wellfavored, though running to bone, who was much in love with a man whom I may term the “head boarder.” That is, a person who, having a magnificent constitution, had been able to stand the ravages of Mrs. Brown’s pork and beans the longest. He was a medical student, and his name was Caldwell. He was very good-looking, by-the-by. There were sixteen boarders in Mrs. Brown’s establishment the first night Miss Pearson came down to dinner. Two weeks afterward there were twenty-one, and within a month Mrs. Brown’s limit thirty had been reached. The newcomers, it was noticed, were all men; and, curiously enough, men who, in the rush of New York business life, had no time to worry about their souls. The fact was that before the lovely Miss Pearson had been in the house five weeks she had nearly ruined the surrounding boarding houses, and had turned Mrs. Brown’s erstwhile peacefully Wicked establishment into three opposing revival meetings rolled into one and let loose.

Fah Chung, laundryman, late of Pekin, subsequently of San Francisco, then of the Bowery, New York, fell as madly and jealously in love with her as if he had been a Christian. Miss Pearson affected demure little gray frocks, with a wide Eton collar and cuffs of white, and Fah Chung —oh, bliss!—Fah Chung washed and ironed them for her. It was noticed that while no fault could be found with the Chinaman’s ordinary work, there was not in the whole of Sixth street linen that could be compared for whiteness and gloss with Miss Pearson’s little collars and cuffs. It has been remarked that Miss Pearson had a mania for converting people. She tried her hand on Millie, the waitress, first; but Mrs. Brown made strong objections to having her servants talked to, so she turned her attention to Fah Chung. “How do you do, Mr. Chung?” she greeted him with one morning when he came for the laundry work. “Ni cha,” replied the Celestial. “I guess he means ‘Howdy,’ Miss Pearson,” struck in Millie, who was sweeping the room “Oh! Ni cha, Mr. Sing.” The Chinaman did not change a facial muscle. He did not want to look sad, and he could' not grin any harder than he was already doing. The left side of the six padded coats • gave a great beat outward. That was getting on. The loved one could now converse as fluently in his native tongue as he in hers. That was getting on. ' The next time he came he brought one of those little reeds with a bunch of hair fastened in one end, which the Chinese use for pens, and presented it, with his immovable grin. That gentle smile of his was so fixedly wide that Caldwell declared the top of his head to be an island surrounded by*mouth. A somewhat exaggerated metaphor. Still it was what one might call a generous smile. The following week he laid on her shrine a packet of Chinese firecrackers and had learned to count up to five in English. She had eight articles in the washing, but he began over again at “one” when he reached the place where “six” ought to be, so that was all right.

Miss Pearson never got beyond “Ni cha” in her study of the Chinese tongue, but Fah Chung applied himself with ardor to the mastery of English, and went about his laundry practicing—“ One collie, one collie, two cuff, two cuff, one collie, two cuff.” When he got so that he could say, “Allee lightee, washeesoon, done Slatteday,” Miss Pearson thought it time to begin her spiritual administrations. Accordingly she took him down to the boarding house drawing room one Saturday, sat him on a stiff horse hair chair, just where he got the draughts between the fireless grate and the door beautifully, and discoursed to him. The girl was sincerely in earnest, and 15 was something of a shock when he turned toward her that unchangeable smile and affably remarked : “MelikOe Melican gal.” Fah Chung slept in a tiny box of • goom at the back of his laundry. Presently he took to bunking on his fam table and let the box to a lodger. Fah Chung seemed to desire a larger fanMM. He began “wasting his fatartMte on riotous” green-jade

boxes and Chinese hairpins, which he presented to his spiritual sponsor when he took her washing home. The recipient thought he was setting up as an Oriental dealer, and gave him a half dollar for one of the pins. When he laid the money on the table and would have none of it, she took it that it was below his price, so returned the pin, ahd pocketed the money herself. Finally itdawned on her that he was making her a present. She promptly declined the gift, but the next week it turned up again. At last she became so tired of seeing the much-refused article “bob up serenely” every Saturday that she took it to get rid of it, and Fah Chung grinned harder, worked later, and ate less. The fever of the New World had seized him. He longed to amass riches. With all her primness, Miss Pearson was of a somewhat adventurous nature. The great town to her country mind, was full of wonders; and leading, as a woman, even a young and very pretty woman can, if she choose, in New York, as independent a life as if she were her own brother, she indulged her passion for exploring frequently. Her studies usually occupied the day, but on those evenings when she was not engaged in setting the boarding house by the ears by catechising one or another fortunate young masculine sinner, she donned a trim little gray bonnet and cloak and wandered out into the bewitching, brilliant night world. She was not sure just why, but she found that she felt a little uncomfortable in walking by herself up Broadway, Fifth avenue or Madison square in the evening, but the goodnatured crowds in the less fashionable parts of the town never annoyed or frightened her. What more blissful than to walk down Sixth avenue, with its cheap restaurants filled with noisy, merry people? After a stroll part way down the avenue, it was verj’ pleasant to cut through into dark, deserted Thompson street, and wander about a little while before taking Bond street or one of the other turnings leading into the upper part of the Bowery. Good little Miss Pearson might not have ventured down that street alone had she known what was going on its basements.

It was a long time before any one at the boarding house dreamed that she had gone anywhere except perhaps to chapel or to do a bit of shopping, and then it was Caldwell who found it out. He—good fellow that he was—simply followed at a distance and kept guard. Now it chanced that a certain pair of narrow slanting black eyes had been keener than Caldwell’s big round brown ones. Their owner periled his“washee-up shop’s” reputation for promptness by lingering about the boardinghouse every night for an hour after dinner to learn what his divinity’s movements were to be. If she went exploring, so did Fah Chung, and kept an eye on her. It grew more complicated when Caldwell took to shadowing her too. That gentleman never noticed the Chinaman, but Fah Chung did not grin so hard when he looked at Mr. Caldwell, particularly after he had seen Miss Pearson fasten a rose in his button hole.

There are some things that change not neither in America nor in China, and the heart of the lover is on?. Fah Chung might take the Fourth of July, with fire-crackers and illuminations, to be a kind of American “Feast of the Lanterns”—a great religious festival, in fact. There he mistook. Decidedly. But Fah Chung was fight when he guessed that the object of his passion regarded him no more in the light of a lover than she would some old woman who chose to wear a pigtail and unusual shoes. The change in dress shadowed upon Miss Pearson’s mind the fact that her laundryman was a man, and her manner toward him became somewhat reserved. That was good for a beginning. He wrote her a letter——she took it for a laundry list, by the bye—in his native tongue, of course—in which he declared his passion. He knew she could not read it, but it was an outlet for his feelings. He got his 1 odger to address the envelope. As it stood she could read the outside, and he the inside, so that made it even.

It was rather a pity that Fah Chung could not have learned a little more of the customs of his adopted country earlier. The knowledge might have saved him from making two great mistakes. The first lay in the fact that he had not curtained his laundry window. Strolling down the Bowery one bright afternoon and enjoying to the full the rush and roar of life in that Broadway of the lower class “Gothamites,” Miss Pearson was amusing herself by counting the different nationalities represented in the shops and so on. At the last corner she came upon Fah Chung’s laundry. She stopped at the window to admire the scrupulous cleanliness and to watch its owner at work. Now the ways of American laundrywomen are not as the ways of Chinese laundrymen. The former sprinkles the rough dried clothes by dipping her hand into a basin of water and flirting the drops from her finger tips. Then she rolls the garment up tightly aud lays it away for an hour or two to absorb the moisture evenly.

Not so the Chinaman. He fills his mouth with water and deftly ejects a tiny spray over the garment in hand at the same time as he is iroping it. Fah Chung lovingly pulling out the dainty ruffles of a little white apron with his slender yellow fingers, and ironing with ardor, was probably never so thunderstruck in his life as when it was snatched from his hands and a lovely lifct'le face as red as a rose with anger and disgust disclosed to him Miss Pearson’s indignant brown eyes. The rest of her things lay on a shelf near, and, scolding as fast as her tongue could wag: she gathered them up, thrust them into a piece of paper, threw a half dollar upon the table, and marched away, the amazed Chung in the meantime standing in helpless bewilderment, his cheeks puffed out with his mouth full of water, and his black eyes staring.

After that Miss Pearson sent her [ things to an Irishwoman, who scrubbed them to pieces within a month, and the laundry of Fah Chung knew them no more. Alas 1 His second mistake—a fatal one—sprang from a national difference of views regarding death and all things appertaining thereto which exists between the extreme East and the West. He sent her a most gorgeous and comfortable coffin—life size—for a Christmas present. Any one in China would have been flattered no end by such a splendid gift. Miss Pearson did not seem to like it. •

In fact she took it as an intimation on the Celestial’s part that the “wooden overcoat”—as they are facetiously termed in the States—would presently have a wearer, whom he, in remembrance of the scene in the laundry, would gladly provide. It is probable that Fah Chung would have been kicked farther down the street than he was, but that Caldwell, who was in the drawing room when the gift was presented, had to leave him just then. Miss Pearson in her agitation seemed to require some one to hold her in his arms and call her his darling, and assure her that just as soon as he had time he would “go and finish that Chinaman.” She would not let any of the other fellows do it —Matie did notoffer to go--so Caldwell sacrificed himself. Good, old fellow! Matie glanced at them, and looked rather as if she could have found a use for that coffin if they had not been in such haste to pitch it into the street after its heart-broken owner. The little Chinaman crept miserably away, wondering at the uncivilized manners of those “Western barbarians.” But even then “ ’is ’art was true”—not to Poll, but to Pearsom

Caldwell married Miss Pearson. He got his diploma as M. D. and settled in her old home. Matie has transferred her affections to her mother’s present “head boarder.” She is no longer young. She would not mind marrying. Fah Chung? Ah, yes; Fah Chung. Well, he got killed one night near the Bowcry. Caldwell, at that time accepted lover to Miss Pearson, had told her that she must on no account venture into any of the streets between lower Broadway and the Bowery alone. So, one evening, when he was at the hospital,, she felt it her imperative duty to do so. She wandered about Mulberry street for a while, and Baxter street, unconscious of two] figures that had been following her for the last half hour. From the top of Baxter street there is a short, very narrow, very dark turning leading into the brilliantly lighted Bowery. This turning is very quiet. It is filled with Chinese gambling dens and opium joints. The police rather avoid the place. It rejoices in the descriptive and suggestive name of Dead Man’s Alley. As Miss Pearson was about to enter it she was stopped by a Chinaman, who motioned her not to come that way. Becognizing Fah Chung, she indignantly brushed past him, and with great stateliness proceeded on. Half way between Baxter street and the Bowery a stealthy figure stole close behind her —another figure quickly and quietly ran between them, there was a muttered oath, a slight struggle, and something gleamed in the hand of the taller man. Just then Miss Pearson reached the Bowery, and in Dead Man’s Alley one man was running swiftly and silently toward the sheltering crowds in Baxter street, and the other, a little Chinaman, lay on the ground bleeding to death. When Miss Pearson, on reaching home, found that her purse was gone, she exclaimed: “There! I knew that a creature who sprinkled clothes in the disgusting way he did wasn’t honest!”—[L. Hereward in To-day.

Rearing Ducks in China.

Ducks are reared in great quantities in China and are largely used as food, both fresh and salted. They are all artificially hatched, as the duck is an uncertain sitter. The common duck is a good sized bird, weighing when dressed for the table, three or four pounds, and is- much esteemed for the excellence of its flavor. After fledging, the birds are driven about in vast flocks through canals, and from pond to pond, where they find their food. They are brought under strict discipline, and obey their keeper’s call with extraordinary intelligence. The Mandarin duck is smaller than the common duck, and is a beautiful bird, with diversified and brillant plumage. It is reared chiefly for its beauty. In the grounds of the wealthy there is alwags an artificial lake, where [the Mandarin duck is kept. They are considered as emblems of conjugal fidelity,’ and a pair of them usually form a part of wedding processions. Preserved ducks’eggs are considered a delicacy, and alway form an important part of a mandarin, dinner.

Too Fat to Walk.

Sitting as a profession would seem a novelty, but that is the profession followed by a man in Indianapolis. His name is Harry Jennings. He weighs 360 pounds and his good nature is in proportion to his superabundance of flesh. So fat is he that walking is almost out of the question, but he manages to go from place to pjace where he serves at his profession. He has several customers. They are men who conduct offices, but employ no clerks, and in order to keep their offices open while they go to lunch or other meals, employ Jennings to occupy a chair and attend to business which may drop in during their absence. One of these offices has a telephone, and Jennings takes a seat at the telephone, where he will not have to stir during the houp he is on duty. His great pleasure is to sit in a reverse position in a chair with his chin resting on the back. He will sit this way for hours without hardly moving.- He draws a pension for obesity.—[lndianapolis Sentinel.

A TARIFF COMMISSION

AN ABSURD AND IMPRACTICABLE PLAN. Ridiculous Scheme to Make a Tariff Bill Based on **Dlfl e rrnoe of Labor Cost”— Wanamaker’s Advertisements Will Make Good Campaign Literature. A Foolish “Voice.” The New York Voice (Prohibition paper) has been advocating a tariff commission to make and revise our tariff laws. It believes that we could, in this way, avoid the unsettling of business every time a new Congress meets and begins to discuss the tariff. The Voice says the work of such a commission would be “chiefly mathematical. to determine from cold figures what the relative labor cost in different industries is here and abroad, ” and “that would determine the measure of protection." The commission “is not to use its own judgment as to how much protection -to give this industry or that," but simply “to ascertain a mathematical fact." The commission should be composed of “such men as Carroll D. Wright” Evidently the Voice is not acquainted with past experience in dealing

THE BEDRIDDEN OLD PARTY.

The REPUBLICAN EDITOR—“ Don't interrupt me now. I am thinking hard.”

with “cold mathematical tacts” in regard to difference of labor cost. All who have examined the subject and tried to state this mathematical difference of labor cost have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to state it accurately. In t.ie first place, statistics must be obtained from producers. These producers are protected manufacturers, who would doctor their statistics, just as they now do when they go before Congressional committees. Such statistics are absolutely worthless. Even our census statistics are but rough approximations. For example, those on sugarrefining and on manufactures of shirts, collars and cuffs, in our last census, are ridiculous and grossly inaccurate. But supposing that all protected manufacturers were honest and capable of making intelligent statistics, would any two experts agree as to the labor cost that should be considered’? Take pianos. Some sixty or seventy trades are recognized in making the different parts. Most manufacturers buy actions, plates, strings, pins and other parts ready-made. Some buy cases, and do but little more than to string and tune and fit in actions. In a few cases the majority of the parts are made by one firm. It is simply impossible for any expert to determine the labor eoet of making a piano and to have his conclusions accepted by any other expert. But supposing that the exact labor cost could be determined in any industry and in any country, what foreign country would be chosen with which to compare labor costs in this country'? Would we take England, where, as a rule, wages are highest and actual labor cost lowest; or India and China, where wages are lowest and labor cost, in most manufactures, highest? The impractibility of the whole scheme must be apparent to all who have thought on the question. Even Carroll D. Wright could not make a scientific tariff bill on this basis. He admits that his own statistics in cost of production are unreliable. In his report on cost of production of textiles and glass, published in 1891, he says that, “It was found upon careful study that but few industries could be brought under investigation in the lines specified in the law, the most practicable work being limited to iron and steel, and the materials of which iron is made, the textiles and glass. ’’ But suppose that such a commission would reach the conclusion (which is undoubtedly true) that labor cost is often lower in this than in any other country, what then'? Are we to levy an export duty to cover the advantage in our favor? In 1881 Secretary of State James G. Blaine said, in his exhaustive report on the subject of cotton goods, “undoubtedly the inequalities in the wages of English and American operatives are more than equalized by the greater efficiency of the latter and their longer’hours of labor.” There should then be absolutely free trade, or something worse, in cotton goods. As we make boots and shoes, stoves, agricultural implements, pig iron and refined sugar cheaper than they are made in any other country, all of these, with hundreds of other articles, would have to go on the free list, or, perhaps, be subject to an export duty. Under such a system (and it would be in strict accord with the Republican platform) we would, in fact, have practical free trade in most articles extensively raised or produced in this country, and would have heavy duties only on such articles as coffee, tea and tropical fruits, nuts and dyewoods that cannot be produced here at anything like the same labor cost as in other countries. It is absurd to hope to settle the tariff question with any such commission and in any such way. Congress is the only body with power to levy taxes.

Every report or recommendation of a tariff commission would have to be acted upon by Congress, and the debate could be as prolonged as under the present system. “The power to tax is the power to destroy.” The people should never let go of the taxation strings attached to their Congressmen. The tariff question must and shall be settled in the old-fash-ioned way. Protected monopoly is dying hard, but it is surely dying. Buatnsva Men on the Tariff. Politicians who have preached high tariffs until their place in public life depends on the success of McKinleyism are not the authorities on the effects of the new law that business men are. Mr. Wanamaker, for examp:e, as a Republican politician, believes that anything short of the McKinley tariff means disaster to the country, but as a business man he must recognize facts and he advertises that dry goods have been made vastly cheaper by the new law. Here are some choice bits from a recent advertisement of his: Forty-one cases more taken out of bond yesterday—under the last tariff. And so the stream of fresh new goods flows In day after day. like fresh blood Into the body, and thus the business, like the body, gets its good health. It Is surprising that any one supposed that the common people—Abraham Lincoln said it better, “the plain people”—could not count for themselves That reduced charges at the custom:house would make no difference in prices' What was the tariff fight about if it were not to put down prices?

At the first go-off it certainly does that —at least it does it in this store. Five per cent, or 10 per cent or 20 per cent less duty means something less In cost It doos not mean full 5. 10 or 20 per cent less price, because the reduction Is only on the duties paid. Whatever it is, however, that part comes off the price. Similar testimony comes from all parts of the country. A newspaper published in New Jersey prints an advertisement of a store at Deckertown in that State headed: “The New Tariff Bill and How It Affects Us.” Then the advertisement gives a comparison of prices charged by the proprietor under the McKinley law and the new law. For example, muslins for which he was charging 10 cents he is now selling at 8 cents. Calicoes have been reduced from 5 and 6 cents to 34 cents, percales from 124 and 16 cents to 10 cents, sateens from 18 cents to 124 cents, mackerel from 12 cents to 9 cents a pound, flour from $4.40 to $4.25 a barrel, and fruit jars from 70 cents to 60 cents a dozen. There is no better object-lesson than is contained in these advertisements of fact that the consumers have been paying the tax and that the abolition and reduction of tariff taxes mean a reduction of the cost of living. Nor can the mournful groans of political Cassandras overcome the cheering influences of such advertisements as Wanamaker and other intelligent men are publishing in the newspapers.—New York World.

Wanimaker Forgets Politics. Wanamaker leaves the Philadelphia public in no doubt as to his conviction that a tariff is a tax, and that the removal of duties lowers the prices of goods. For a number of days past he has been advertising the great “bargains” which he is enabled to offer by reason of the new law. This morning, for example, he made such announcements as the following: Everything that tree wool and tariff influences can do to put prices on a lower level has been much more than discounted in the handsome new dress sluffs that are crowding to the counters every day. This fifty-inch serge, for instance—black and navy blue, worth 50 cents by any measure of dressgoods value, never before heard of at less—the price is cents. This allwool camel’s-hairserge—navy blue, black, brown, modes—only a little while ago we could barely meet the demand at 50 cents; the price Is 25 cents. The ex-Postmaster General’s advertisements have attracted the attention of his former chief’s home organ, and provoked an outburst of wrath. Mr. Harrison’s spokesman, the editor of the Indianapolis Journal, even goes so far as to say: In trying to make the public believe that these and other reductions named in the advertisements are due to the new tariff, Mr. Wanamaker. or his advertising agent. Is guilty of disingenuousness amounting almost to lying. But there is no occasion for anger' Even if the new tariff does make things cheaper, is it not true that “a cheap coat means a cheap man under the coat,” and will not the American people rise in a body at the first opportunity against any party which thus threatens to cheapen humanity? Put True Tariff-Reformers on Guard. It is of vast importance to the Democratic party that all its conventions should make strong tariff-reform platforms and nominate only faithful and able advocates of tariff-reform. Nothing has more disgusted the country and injured Democracy than its divided counsels on this issue of supreme moment. Of six Democratic Congressmen from Louisiana four voted against the Wilson bill on Feb. 1. At the same time one of California’s three, one of New Jersey’s eight and six of New York's twenty Democratic Congressmen voted against that bilk

FOR THE FAIR SEX.

SEASONABLE HINTS AND MATTERS OF MOMENT. A Sick Woman’s Laborof Leva--Cost of College--Shopping in Japan--Who Setts the Styles?--An Artist Author--Etc., Etc. A SICK woman’s LABOR OF LOVE. A Wisconsin woman, Mrs. J. Magie, beguiled the tedium of a protracted convalescence from a severe illness last winter in compiling a cook book. Tested receipts to the number of 1,650 compose the book, and when it was done the industrious author put it upon the market, the proceeds of its sale dedicated to the Wisconsin Training School for Nurses. —[New York Times. COST OF COLLEGE. At most of the Eastern colleges self-denying and practical girls find it quite practicable to go through college on the modest sum of SSOO a year, and often less. Tuition costs, as a general thing, from SIOO to $l5O a year, and board in the college houses, if such are connected with the institution, is usually about S2OO. If board is arranged for in a family living near the college grounds, it sometimes need not cost over $l5O a year.—[New York Journal. SHOPPING IN JAPAN. A Japanese girl says that when ladies go to buy $ dress in her country they tell the shopkeeper their age, and if they are married or not, because there are special designs for the single and double relations of life, as well as for all ages. The consequence of this painful custom is you can tell the age of every lady you meet, and know whether she is married, precisely as though she were labelled, or you were a censustaker. But then, of course, as the ladies in Japan don’t care who knows it, there is no fun in finding out.— [New York Dispatch. WHO SETS THE STYLES? “It is all a fallacy to suppose that we set the fashions,” said a well known leader of society. “If you will observe closely you will see that any decided innovation is always taken up first by the mass of shoppers, who have the courage of their convictions and never hesitate a moment about adopting any new styles. Take the Psyche knot, for instance. It Was worn for a year in the shops before it was finally adopted by nous autres, and the Sunday excursionists took up the bicycle long before we ventured to defy prejudice in that direction. And you almost always see the very latest French freak is reproduced in cheap mate•ials first.”—[New York Advertiser.

AN ARTIST AUTHOR.

Mrs. Mary Hallock Foote, the artist author, is by birth a New Yorker, although since her marriage she has residedin Boise City, Idaho,the city of nearly all of her recent stories. Her art education was chiefly acquired at Cooper Institute, the Mecca of so many aspiring geniuses. For years after her success was assured Mrs. Foote refused to let a curious public know anything of her personality. Even now but little is known of the woman, however general is the appreciation of her work. Her likeness has never appeared in print but once, and that was only after long and urgent persuasion on the part of the magazine to which all her work, both literary and artistic, is, by contract, pledged, and which was then publishing an illustrated article upon its contributors. Since that time Mrs. Foote has been obdurate to all appeals for her portrait, although she is besieged from every quarter. While never permitting her home duties to interfere with the natural expression of her genius, yet, after all, it is as one of the many happy wives and mothers of America that she prefers to be known. She has three charming daughters, the eldest of whom, although yet very young, already displays a marked artistic talent. Mrs. Foote’s work has confined itself almost wholly to illustration in black and white, and one of the greatest compliments ever paid her was that “she produced better color effects with a pencil than most artists did with a brush.”—-[Phila-delphia Times.

FASHION NOTES. It pays to buy good stockings. Fine dress stockings are French made. An extravagant novelty is to trim a light silk petticoat with frills of chiffon of different colors. Black aigrettes in generous bunches of six to twenty-four stems will appear on black and colored hats. Black trimmings, especially in aigrette and feathers, will be much worn on colored hats and bonnets. The new galloons are very beautiful, all beads and spangles; most effective upon dark cloth or velvet. Jet pins having large heads are stylishly correct upon small toques, which they apparently hold in place. Openwork embroidered ecru batiste, lined with white or colored silk, is used for full vests in black silk gowns. Small bonnet crowns of .jebor gold beads, spangles, etc., are again shown and charming iridescent effects for evening wear, A brownish pink, called clover color, flax-flower blue, dull greens and cyclamen are among the most fashionable colors.

Brown and goldun tan having a bronze cast ara good for fall combinations and alone, as they agree with the new dress goods. Bonnet strings seem to be a thing of the past, as none of the new models just opened show them on large or small shapes. Yachting dresses are made of cream white or blue serge, with red sailor collar, cuffs and panel trimmed with gilt braid and buttons. Capes are to supersede jackets for fall wear. They are a necessity so long as the large sleeves last. Those of hip length are to. be most worn,

though for late summer wear the waist capes are in incessant evidence. The newest thing in underclothing lis white silk trimmed with black : lace. They are very pretty, but the I black lace will probably not wash well. Thin silks are to be seen everywhere and in an endless variety. The thin silk not only adapts itself to quiet and economical living, but it can be made suitable for the most dressy occasions. A good expensive piece of satin is always elegant, and one could not possibly have anything more handsome or serviceable than a plain, black satin skirt, to be worn with the many varieties of fancy waists. Scent bottles are a new fad. They are in all sorts of elegant designs, one of the new ones being in shape of a ripe strawberry in enamel. There are green enamel leaves, ■ and the seeds are of diamonds in one design and pearls in another. The Eton jacket is still foreshadowed for Autumn styles. It is not the short, trying mid-bodice affair that has just taken its ugly self away, but a much more reasonable sort of jacket, but it is longer and fitting close to the figure in the back. A hat of black Neapolitan is wired, and the wire is covered by a narrow fold of black velvet. The hat is pinched up at the side, and the trimming consists of handsome black plumes and a bunch of black-silk thistles.

Muslin dresses can be made very pretty and picturesque, trimmed with rows of insertion, the square at the neck outlined with colored satin ribbon, tied at bne side into rosettes, with long ends, with the under bodice of white muslin. The folded belt and collar, which have been popular this season, are called in England “rucked.” Sleeves are rucked as well to imitate the mousquetaire gloves. They are cut to fit the lower arm and wrist, and then about eight inches of length is added, when they “ruck” themselves. IFounces are still of value to remodel gowns. They are either gathered and edged with lace overlapping each other or are put on far apart, with a gathered heading and French hems. Sometimes three scanty flounces reach to the waist; occasionally they are put on at intervals in sets of three. Two fullgathered flounces of narrow lace or one of deep lace are fashionably worn. While the caprice of blouses and “fronts” still lasts it is worth noting that the high-class tailors are making the very latest of pique. These are for waists made with plaited fronts, with turnover collars to roll back over the jackets with which they are worn. Pique detachable collars and revers are also shown, like the collars and plastrons which are worn with small boy’s suits. These are made up in white and colored pique.

The Court Drew the Line.

Judge W. W. Walling, who ha* been holding court out in the late Judge Marr’s old district by a special appointment by the governor, tells a characteristic story of Marr. The latter, though a stickler for the bench, was a great pipe smoker and allowed the attorneys the privilege of smoking in court. On one occasion he was trying a murder case at Carrizo Springs, in which there was much suppressed excitement and so much bad feeling that it was feared trouble might break out at any moment. Late one afternoon, while the opposing counsel were arguing the case and the feelings of the spectators were wrought up to the highest pitch, a solid old citize'n sitting just under the judge’s stand deliberately filled his pipe and with a graceful sweep of his arm drew a parlor match across his jean pants leg in such a fashion as to light it with a loud, sharp crack. The court and jury were startled and everybody looked around in a startled manner, as if expecting a general fusilade to follow, whereupon Marr, quickly apprehended the situation and rebuked the pipe smoker as follows: “Gentlemen, the court tolerates smoking in the courtroom. In fact the court smokes itself, but it must draw the line at gentlemen lighting their pipes with their six-shooters.” [Galveston News.

Promotion on the Field of Battle.

On the field of battle the Empero: Napoleon would pull up in front ol a regiment, and calling the officers around him, would address each by his name. He would ask each to mention whom among them they considered most worthy of promotion or of a decoration, and then passed on to the soldiers. Such testimony delivered by those of the same rank bound the various regiments together with the bands of confidence and esteem, and these promotions, granted by the soldiers themselves, had all the more value in their eyes. » In the course of one of those distributions of military rewards, which were like family scenes, an under officer was designated to the Emperor as the bravest and the best. The Colonel, while agreeing that he possessed all the qualities necessary to make a good officer, added that, in rendering him this justice, he regretted that, on account of a serious drawback, he was unable to recommend him for promotion. “What is it?’’ asked Napoleon, quickly. “Sire, he can neither read nor write,’’ “I appoint him officer, Colonel;, you will have him admitted as such.”—[Memoirs Baron de Meneval.

Illuminating the Brain.

It is reported that Mr. Donald H‘ Farquhar, of St. eouis, has succeeded in so concentrating the electric light that it will illumine the brain. The same plan can also be adopted when it is necessary to study the pathological condition in other parts of the body. A small cone of light from an eight hundred candle-power lamp is made to penetrate the tissues, and it is said that broken bones can be studied and injuries learned that could not be determined by the ordinary methods of examination.—[Detroit Free Press.