Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 September 1895 — Page 4

A SEA soxa. A leaning deck aud a straining sail! Ho, boys: bo: A boiling wake and a hissing rail; A flying breeze that does not fail; And a craft that can catch a dolphin's tail! Ho, boys! ho: A white-capped sea and the smell of the spray! -Ho, boys! ho! With scndding clouds and a crispy day; And a fearless hand on the wheel to lay; A daring hand at the wheel, I say I Ho, boys! ho! A streaming deck and a slanting mast! Ho, boys! ho! With an eye to the course and all made fast; And the Wind-God blowing a singing blast; And the rocks that threaten a long way past! Ho, boys! bo! The jolliest life is a life at sea! Ho, boys! ho! With the wet well over the rail in the lee; And a perch on the uppermost rail for me; That is the life that is keen and free! Ho, boys', ho! —Outing.

RHYMER'S ROMANCE.

I made Martin Rayner’s acquaintance during my last term at Oxford. He came up for commemoration to stay with a friend of mine at Balliol. and I met him at luncheon in the latter’s room. A large party was assembled to do honor to the distinguished norelist. I believe most of us were disappointed in him. We expected to find his conversation as brilliant as his books. Every' time he .opened his lips we pricked our ears for something striking. And it did not come. He talked little, and that little by no means above the common level. Jones, the hero of our debating society, could have given him points. The general verdiet was that, as a lion at luncheon. Martin Kayner had failed. In the middle of July—a month or so after our last meeting at Oxford—l had a letter from Rayner asking me to spend 'a few weeks with him at his country cottage in Somersetshire. I gladly accepted the invitation. Rayner lived on the eastern side of that delightful country, near where it adjoins the Wiltshire border. It was a quaint little hamlet, live miles from a station and seveu from a town. It lay in a hollow among wooded slopes and undulating pastures. Away down the valley eastward ran a' nameless little river, showing on sunny days a silver patch berg and there among the meadow's, until it loss itself in the distant shadows under Salisbury plain. It was just the spot for a poet; a very paradise for a dreamer. A sleepy stillness held possession everywhere; a silence jjiftt to me, a Londoner, was positively startling. During my first few days with Rayner, I could not get rid of the impression that something had stopped in the earth’s machinery'. It made me feel “linked,” as they say down there. But, of course, I soon grew accustomed to it. And, besides, so much of an absorbing nature happened to me there as quite to withdraw my notice from external surroundings. However, I must not anticipate, I arrived at Rayner’s on a Saturday eveniug. The next morning broke fine and pleasant, and Rayner took me to the village church. This place of worship was a queer little building, more queer than pretty. The architecture was mixed. It represented nearly every order from early English to early Georgian. There were also repairs executed after a still more modern style. By what title to dignify the latter Ido not know. I should imagine, however, that it had been especially invented by some enterprising local builder. The service was equally hybrid. Old fashioned and new faugled. I should have fallen fast asleep, but my attention was attracted to a rustic beauty in a neighboring pew. 1 am not generally at all susceptible to female charms, but the girl’s face struck me at once. I have never seen another in - the least resembling it. I do Dot think it conformed to the proper canous of beauty; but I cannot be sure. When you see a sj*endid sunset you do not.stop to consider whether the details of the’ landscape which that crimson glory floods are ht theth selves artistic. I was conscious of two glorious eyes, of a sweet expression thereupon reflected, but of nothing else. It created rather an odd sensation. If you believe me, it raised something of a lump iu my throat After service was over Rayner and I stood waiting outside the church door. It was his custom, he told me, to have the vicar and hut family dine with him every Sunday, and they always walked back together.

“We are very intimate,” said Raynlir. “I am godfather of two of his children. They regard me as one of the family.’’ I heard this with some surprise. That obvious dullard of a parson seemed hardly the sort of a man with whom Rayner should be intimate. But of course I did not express my surprise, merely asking of whom the vicar’s family consisted. •‘His wife, a daughter and three sons,” Rayner told me. “But here they come. I must put you through the ceremony of introduction.” I looked toward the church porch. I scarcely noticed the others. My eyes were fixed on one face. So my rustic beauty was the vicar’s daughter, and I was about to make her acquaintance. An unaccountable excitement came upon me and robbed me of my usual self possession. I hope I did nothing idiotic.

I was sure now that she did not conform to the canons of orthodox beauty, either in face or figure. Her nose was of no recognized artistic shape. I imagine that her mouth was too wide by half an inch at the least. She had an appearance of lankiness (hateful, but indispensible word) which would have completely spoiled her for a sculptor’s model. But her eyes and the expression of her face! This pen shall not venture to portray them. The soul that beamed through those bright windows, and saw an outside world on which truth and purity and gentle innocence were alone reflectedf, imparted itself to all her smiles and looks. We had a pleasant luncheon. My chair was between the vicar’s daughter and the vicar’s wife. Politeness constrained me to address much of my conversation to the elder lady, in whom I soon became interested. She talked well, and in a very pleasant voiee. Her manner was gentle and refined. Her face was lined and careworn, but there were still traces of beauty visible. I should say that many years ago she resembled what her daughter was now. f At*about 8 o’clock the vicar’s curate, a fellow named Millington, was announced. He bad charge of a district church some miles away, I was informed, but he generally came over to join Rayner’s gathering in the afternoon. He differed greatlv in appearance from his vicar, for be 'was

scrupulously dressed and careful J groomed. I thought him a good-looking man in his way; but I did not admire the saintliness of aspect into which be had trained his face, nor his confidential deference of manner when be addressed the ladies. He was a gentleman, however—- ! which always goes for something—aDd a pleasant enough fellow to talk to. I can imagine that he was quite a godsend in that benighted neighborhood, where gentlemen of any sort were rare, and cultured gentlemen almost unknown. He took an early opportunity of coming over to Miss Darby’s side. She seemed pleased to see him, and was soon in animated conversation with him. I thougbt her face less beautiful when animated. I joined her young brothers and made friends with them. They were nice youngsters and well mannered. Two hailed j from Winchester and one from Wellington, i But, of course, he must have more money j than I thought, to be able to send his sons to such good schools. I talked and chaffed with the lads for half an hour. Then the youngest of them noticed that my eyes were constantly seeking the corner where Millington and Miss Darby were still conversing. “Ah!” volunteered the school boy with a grin, “it’s a regular ease between the curate and Bee.” V v I could have struck the lad. His remark was in such atrocious taste. But* I looked at the father and then excused the son. Even Winchester cannot obliterate innate vulgarity. Miss Darby was still particularly animated. I was sure now that when animated her face looked almost plain. During the next fortnight I saw a good deal of the Darbys. One day we took them for a picnic; another we met them at a garden party; another we dropped in at the vicarage to tea and so forth. On all these occasions I found myself a constant attendant at Miss Darby’s side.

As she came to know me better she laid aside her shyness, and talked with less reserve. Without doubt she was a charming girl. When her face was lighted up iu conversation it disclosed fresh beauties passed unnoticed from a distance. That is how I came to make ray mistake about her face being less beautiful in animation. At close quarters the mistake is impossible. Certainly that youngest brother of hers was full of vulgarity under his educational veneer. I heard him whisper to a grinning friend that “Millington’s nose was getting out of joint.” I had, however, grown accustomed by this time to the urchin’s lack of breeding, so it jarred upon me less than before. Our last picnic was memorable. It took place at a spot called Heaven’s Gate, which is one of the show sights of that district. I have only the faintest recollection of what Heaven’s Gate is like. I'dimly remember being called upon by the vicar to a supprb view—by some one else to guess the dimensions of certain mammoth trees which stood near the crown of the eminence. An antiquarian gentleman regaled me with the history of Longleat House from the time of its first construction. lie pointed out to me in detail its architectural splendors, indicating them by pokes with his stick towaril where that majestic pile lay in the hollow below. I nodded und looked intelligent. The good gentleman was satisfied ; but I neither heard nor saw. My eyes and ears were already bespoke. It was useless for the vicar to descant to me upon the glorious effect of the sunlight upon these sylvan glades. I myself was in sombre shadow. My suu had gone behind a cloud. “I say," whispered Miss Darby’s youngest brother, giviug me a nudge, “ain’t that beggar .Millington boring Bee, just ? He’s quoting Tennyson to her by the yard. I overheard him. What Tommy-rot the chap did write to be sure!”

It occurred to me that I had been rather severe upon this lad. After all, his slang was the slang of all schoolboys. I sup- j pose 1 must have talked the same jargon once myself. When one realizes that one ha 3 done a fellow creature an injustice, one’s heart naturally reacts towards him. My heart reacted towards this urchin now. We sat down to eat round a cloth spread upon the around, all among the ants and beetles. A literary young lady with intense eyes fastened upon me and endeavored to draw me into a discussion about the English poets. I talked to her at random. I said things which made tier open her intense eyes. I believe I ended by asserting that I hated all the English poets —particularly Tenuyson. “Oh, dear,” she sighed. “lam afraid you are a dreadful Goth, Mr. Vivian.” “Yes,” I assented cheerfully ; “a regular Vandal. It’s constitutional, don’t you know? A fellow can’t help it. I’mjnot one of the intellectual sort, I’m sorry to say. Now Millington over there, who is awfully cultured, you kuow, and steeped in poetry to his finger tips. He can quote Tennyson by the yard.”

“Oh, how delightful,” she exclaimed. “Do you know Mr. Millington? Will you introduce him to me after luncheon ?” “With pleasure,” I said cordially. I didu’t forget. Immediately luncheon was over 1 buttonholed the curate. “My dear fellow,” I told him, “there is an awfully nice girl here who is dying to make your acquaintance. She has heard so much about you, dou’t you know, and your preaching, and all that. Nothing will satisfy her but an immediate introduction. Come along.” Millington was very vain. I knew my message flattered him. He left Miss Darby’s side with some reluctance ; but he left it. I introduced him to the intense eyes, which fasteued upon him instantly. It was clear that he was booked for the present. Then I repaired to Miss Darby’s side. The company was breaking up into twos and threes.

“Shall we,” I suggested to her, “take a short stroll through these beautiful woods ?” She assented. We roamed away together. Ido not quite know what came over me. I wished to make myself pleasant, but I could hardly saw a word. She, too, was silent, and seemed embarrassed. For my part. I seemed as awkward as a plowboy. This sort of thing could not last. Something did happen. After awhile we returned to the summit of Heaven’s Gate. Certainly the view from the eminence was superb; Longleat House, in the hollow beiow, was architecturally splendid, aud the effect of the sun,' light on these sylvan glades was very glorious. * * * * * “Now, then, Vivian, out whit it,” said Martin Itayner to me, as we sat over our pipes that eveuing. “Out with what?” 1 stammered, coloring. “You know well enough. What were you saying to my little godchild all that long time this afternoon—eh ?" “I—l—the truth is,” I answered, hurriedly, “I couldn’t help it, Rayner. I’m no match for her, I know, and I haven’t a penny of fortune. I—l—suppose I ought not to have spoken. But I couldn’t help it. I —I—asked B—Miss Darby to marry rue; and—and—she said, ‘Yesl’” Rayner did not speak. I looked up into ’bis face, fearing that he was vexed. I need have felt no apprehension. His eyes were bright with fender kindliness. ‘‘My lad,” he said, in answer to my

look, “I give you joy. I can share yonr feelings. I, too, have had my little romance. When I was about your age I fell in love. Her name was Bee also. Like yon, I had no fortune. Unlike you, j I was afraid to speak. But I thought—l | hoped—she knew that I loved her. Cir- ! cu instances took me to another part of ! England. I did not return for three years, j When ! returned I found her married.” There were traces of strong feeling on Raynor’s face. It was clear that this event was still very real to him after twenty-five years. “Things had happened in the interval of which I was not at the time aware. Her father had lost all his money. They were a large family of children. And there was a suitor ready to take Bee as soon as she would have him. He was a : young fellow—a clergyman, with an asi sured position and a tolerable living. He had the ear of her parents, who, no doubt, believed that they were consulting her happiness in promoting the match. It ended as they wished. She married him.” Rayner paused a minute. A light was beaming in bis eyes which imparted to them an expression of sublime tenderness. “Vivian, she was—she is still —my only love; but now in a different, in a higher sense. The old, fierce passion died long ago. From its ashes has risen another, sweeter sentiment. Why do you suppose I have buried myself in this distant corner? ’Twas she that drew me here, my lad. To guard, to cherish her has been my single aim for twenty years.” “I—l—do you mean—” I began. “Yes,” he interrupted me; “you have guessed it. After twenty years I love her more than ever, but it is with that tenderness which we feel toward the spirits of our dead. She is one of my dead, Vivian. She is the angel that hath reached me down her hand and lifted me from the slough of a desperado’s life.” I have never seen a face look more beautiful than old Rayner’s then. His words had stirred me deeply. We both sat silent. At last Rayner spoke.

“My lad,” he said earnestly, “do you kuow I wanted you to love the little Bee ? I have spent a year or two seeking some man worthy of her. I believe I have found him in you. You cannot think how glad you have made me, Jack. And really I was growing anxious. , She has seen so few men, and that handsome humbug, Millington, was always hanging round her. But it is all right now. Your hand, Jack. And mind you, make her happy.” Next morning Rayner ealled me into his study. “You are going to see her father to-day. He thinks you are an eligible young man with a comfortable fortune. So you are, for you must accept this.” He handed me a pink slip of paper. I glanced at it. I could not belie ye my eyes. It was a check for jE20,000. “No! No!” I cried, utterly overcome by this extraordinary instance of my friend’s generosity, “It is impossible, I-I-” “You must accept it,” lie said, very earnestly, laying his band upon my shoulder. “I am a wealthy man now, you know. And I want you to marry the little Bee at once. God bless you, Jack.” I wrung his hand. I could not speak. My eyes were full of tears. Rayner’s face beamed upon me with a beautiful smile. I knew who had evoked it; ’twas she ut whose feet he laid this tribute—the spirit of the dead.

SHOOTING A RAPID.

Exciting Scene On a Canadian River. As we approached the steersman in the first canoe stood up to look over the course. The sea was high. Was it too high? Could they leap the waves? There was a quick talk among our guides as we slipped along, undecided which way to \ turn. Then the question seemed to settle itself, as most of these woodland quest : ons do, as if some silent force of nature had the casting vote. “Sautez, sautez!" cried Ferdinand, “envoyez an large!" In a moment we were sliding down the \ smooth back of the rapid, directly toward the first big wave. The rocky shore went by us like a dream, we could feel the motion of the earth whirling around with us. The crest of the billow in. front curled above the bow of the canoe. “Arrete, Arrete. doucement!” A swift stroke of the paddle checked the canoe, quivering and prancing like a ; horse suddenly halted. The wave ahead,as if surprised, sank and flattened for a second. The canoe leaped through the edge of it, swerved to one side, and ran gayly down along the fringe of the line of billows, into quieter water. Everyone feels the exhilaration of such a descent. I know a lady who almost cried with fright when she went down her first rapid, but before the voyage was ended she was saying:

Count that day lost whose low descending suu Sees no fall leaped, no foaming rapid run. It takes a touch of danger to bring out the joy of life. Our guides began to shout, and joke each other, and praise their canoes. “You grazed that villain rock at the corner,” said Jean; “didn’t you know where it was?” “Yes, after I touched it,” cried Ferdinand; “but you took in a bucket of water, and I suppose m’sieur is sitting on a piece of the river. Is it not?” This seemed to us all a very merry jest, aud we laughed with the same inextinguishable laughter which a practical joke, according to Homer, always used to raise in Olympus.

England’s Highest Tribunal.

Here is an interesting description of the highest tribunal of England by a recent writer in the Baltimore Sun: The lord chief justice wears a dark blue silk gown with a wide black facing in the gray from the wrist to the elbow. Over bis shoulder and across his breast is wound a wide, bright red silk scarf, while from his neck hang two white •starched ties. On his head is a wig, with a red spot in the crown, all except the crown being done up in little curls. On his nose are gold spectacles, and from his pocket he draws a large red silk handkerchief of brilliant design, aud occasionally he takes a pinch of snuff. Altogether the lord chief justice is a picturesque spectacle. The other judges are attired in a very similar manner. The sixpence seeking doorkeeper ass’wed me that to see the five judges sitting together was the grandest sight in the world. The ca9e on trial was an appeal from a criminal case in which the article stolen was a small quantity of milk, of the value of two pence, which the prisoner, being thirsty, had drank. The judges cut off the arguments of counsel in short order, and took oceasion to say that, although the case was so trifling in itself, it involved a question of great importance in preserving the system of trial by jury in criminal cases. Damariscove, Me., has now no inhabitant but a lighthouse keeper. Two hh«dred years ago, in arranging for the In. dian campaigns, Damariscove could Iqrnish a company of men.

A MODEL $1,000 COTTAGE.

And On* That the Owner Can Build by boy's Work. The greatest majority mast dwell in small houses, limited means determines that question. But art can give beauty and unity of design to cottages, and nature does not refuse to ornament them with vines and surround them with flowers and foliage. So far as the exterior appearances are concerned small cottages of good design with well kept surroundings, maybe very pleasing indeed, often vieing ih attractiveness with their larger and more pretentious neighbors. There are more valid reasons for being dissatisfied with the interiors;

the number of rooms must be limited and they must be of small, or, at most, of only moderate size; there can be no plumbing to speak of, no hardwood floors or finish, no high ceilings, no large cellars. A large cellar under a low cost house is where the owner often buries a disproportionate sum. Excavating, walls of brick or stone and a cement bottom are costly, and it should be borne in mind that a cellar does not provide living rooms. Unless a cellar be well built it is a positive source of danger to health. For low cost cottages it may be safely stated as a rule that where the soil has good natural drainage a Small cellar or no cellar is preferable. A cheaply built large cellar will be damp and therein lies the danger. A description of the cottage which is illustrated in this article, will be found herewith. Size of structure —width (over all) 27 feet, depth 530 feet. Materials for exterior walls—foundations, stone or brick first story, clap boards; sec-

ond story, shingles; roof, shingles. Height of stories —cellar, 6 feet 6 inches; first story, 8 feet 6 inches; second story, 8 feet. Sizes of rooms shown by the floor plans; there is a cellar under the hall and parlor. Special features—this small cottage design is not intended to be “striking”; it would be in bad taste to make it pretentious. But it has architectural features, such as graceful proportions, a long, sloping roof, mullion windows, and a front projecting gable, supported by cantilevers that save it from being commonplace. It has the merit of displaying no cheap and tawdry trimmings, nothing like “sawed” work. Everything is substantial, but no expensive materials are required and the work can be well done by mechanics of ordinary skill. But the real merit of the design is found in the interior. Here are six rooms, averaging a fair size, each opening on a passage, all but one joining the central chimney stack, with a stairway and ample closets inclosed within walls that cover an area of only 740 square feet. The amateur designer will find it an interesting study to rearrange the rooms and add a single inch to the accommodations of this cottage. Simple and effective ventilation is secured by raising a scuttle which is

placed in the ceiling over the second floor passage, thereby creating an air current which passes into the open attic and out through the small Louvre windows in the gables. Whenever the rooms on either floor are “stuffy,” it will be found that raising the scuttle will clear the atmosphere in a few minutes. In any but the coldest climate the heat from the fireplace and the kitchen stove will sufficiently warm the parlor, and it will ascend the stairway and sufficiently warm the second floor rooms. The cost of building this cottage in the vicinity of New York City is about 11,000. Of course there are builders who will declare that this is absurd ; it seems to be habitual With some of them to declare ail estimates not made by themselves as absurd; they can make these declarations with their eyes sliut v without looking at the design at all.

ON A SHEEP RANCH.

Amusing Sight When the Bucks Meet in Conflict. One of the amusing sights out West is the flocks of bucks on the sheep ranches in Arizona and New Mexico. There are certain regions given up to sheep raising, and one can find outfits which number as high as 50,000 sheep. These are divided into flocks, never more than 5,000 in a bunch, and while the bunches may be within a few miles of each other, they are kept separate and apart, and never allowed to ■single. Five thousand sheep in a

bunch is about all that the genius of man or dog can handle to advantage. During certain seasons of the year the bucks are bunched together by themselves, and these are the woolly folk who furnish the entertainment. All day long they fight sham duels with each other, and every waking moment in the twenty-four hours will offer the onlooker a spectacle of full thirty of these combats raging at a time. The sheep seem to have a fashion of code, and conduct these affairs of honor with a great deal of order and decorum. They are never for blood, and resemble a sparring match for points between boxors, or a joust with blunted spears between knights of olden time. As you watch the flock grazing along your eye will be aroused to some buck, who suddenly ceases feeding and stands for a moment in a thoughtfvl attitude. It has suddenly occurred to this champion that he would enjoy a brief bunting bout, and he looks up and down the block for an adversary. Having selected his fellow duelist, he walks toward him with a very dignified, almost haughty air. The buck honored by his notice raises his head as he is approached and looks at the other with great calmness. The particular merino who is resolved on trouble goes quite close to the other, and in a stiff, formal way strikes him once or twice with his fore foot. This hoof manoeuvre would seem to.be the challenge. The buck thus tapped, and the blow is bestowed somewhere about the fore legs, bows profoundly, as if in haughty acquiescence, and begins to back slowly away. The challenger does the same. When they have separated to a distance of about thirty yards, they will spring into the air once or twice, in a stiff legged way, as if testing their thews. Having satisfied themselves that they are decidedly in working order, and as if with the same impulse, they lower their heads and rush at each other.

They meet half way with a crash which may be heard across the plains for a mile, and each buck is so severely jolted as to be driven backward several feet. Bowing w r ith great deference to each other, they then retreat backward as they did before, and to about the same distance,and charge again. Their woolly pates will crash together a second time, after which they will retreat for a third. Before one or the other is entirely satisfied they will run some six or seven of these courses. At last one will signify in a dignified wav, and by simply turning his attention to cropping the grass, that he doesn’t care for any more exercise of that sort at that time. His adversary may feel like another bunt, but he never urges his wish, and if there is still any combat in him, which must be worked off, he hunts another sheep. Sometimes when tivo bucks are pulling off a duel some other buck will be attracted by the sight. Without asking anybody's permission he will lower his head and charge with the others . Instead of a duel there will be a trio. Occasionally a fourth, even a fifth, will take part, and as many as eight bucks have been seen all hilariously charging for a common center in the fashion of a woolly Donnybrook fair. These buck tournaments appear to afford the sheep great satisfaction. They conduct them with gravity, and as none of them ever get hurt, and all of them seem much refreshed thereby, the sheep herders never interfere.

Horrors of a Sea Battle-

Few people, even naval men, realize what fighting on an ironclad really means. Capt. McGiffin, who was an officer on board a Chinese man of war at the battle of the Yalu river, an English exchange, however! a most vivid description. He tells, among other things, that the din made by the impact of heavy projectiles against the metal sides of the vessel is awful beyond description. He wore cotton in his ears, but in spite of that is still deaf from the noise. The engineers in the ChenYuen stuck to their work, even when the temperature of the engine room was above 200 degrees Fahrenheit. The skin of their hands and arms was acsually roasted off, and every man was blinded for life, “the sight being actually seared out.” Late in the action, after his hair had been burnt off, and his eyes so impaired by injected blood that he could only see out of one of them, and then only by lifting the lid with the fingers, he was desirous of seeing how the enemy was delivering his fire. As he groped his way around the protected deck a hundred pound shell pierced the armor about eighteen inches in front of his hand. In a second his hand touching the steel was so burnt that part of the skin was left on the armor. That shows how intense is the heat engendered by the? impact of a shot, and how rapidly the steel conducts that heat.

Great Blast.

Seven tons of gunpowder wereemploped in a great blast at Penrhyn Quarries, Betliesda, North Wales. The object in view was the demolition of a'huge pinnacle of rock, which has been a picturesque object for generations, and which must be a familiar memory to the thousands who visit the spot every year. Some idea of the gigantic dimensions of tiie place may be gathered from the fact that the rock face between the different terraces is somewhere about sixty feet in depth. The peak rose in the midst of the amphitheatre formed by the quarries—it is estimated to have contained over 125,000 tons. Quite a crowd gathered to witness the effect of the blast, and certainly those present were not disappointed in the spectacle afforded. On the signal being given, the gunpowder was ignited, and amid the curling smoke the pinnacle was seen to totter, and then to fall in fragments to the bottom.

A Picturesque Gypsy Queen.

One of the most picturesque figures in England is Lucy Lee, the now wealthy and celebrated gypsy, who lives near Brighton. She has told the fortunes of all the members of the royal family and most of the nobility. She is remarkably intelligent, dresses neatly and lives in a house during the winter season . She is 62 years old and has eleven grown up children.

FASHION NOTES.

Items of Inter*st to th* Fair Sox. The coming season will be a lace season, just as the last one has been. Satin duebesse will be sold more for skirts than any other silk the coming season. A youthful hat with a poke shaped brim is covered with loose, soft frills of white lace. Black satin chokers Sre “in” again, even when there is no other note of black in the gown. On silk dresses there will be dear little Marie Antoinette capei of chiffon and of many new gauzes. Fine printed flannel, known as Aglaga flannel, is the latest fashionable fabric for cool weather house gowns. Pale golden green will be a favorite tint among evening toilets. The taffetas in this shade are called Chartreuse silks. Changeable crepons will be used for dinner and evening costumes. A handsome model in shot green, ecru, and old rose is made up with accessories of moss green satin duchess. Full effects are retained on separate waists fgy autumn wear. A popular shape shows a box plait in front, with a deep yoke effect each side, and in the back is the yoke shape, but below this the waist is snugly fitted. A very graceful and pretty model for a cool weather shoulder cape is formed of Havana brown velvet, silk lined and trimmed on the edge of the Stuart collar with a row of bronze bead passementeries. A silk plush circle cape twenty two inches in length has a small flaring collar and a sailor collar below made of dark mink fur. A black velvet cape nearlv covered with jet arabesque garnitures lias a jet trimmed Medici collar, and is lined with Highland plaided taffeta silk. In the first importation of autumn millinery the shape in round hats as a rule was large. In bonnets the effect is broad from side to side.

The combination of two or more contrasting; fabrics will be utilized during the fall season, not only for fancy waists, but in the making of new skirts, which are to retain their spreading, voluminous effect for at least three mouths to come, and probably during the entire winter. Ttye best way to set the dye of black lisle thread hose is to put a couple of good pinches of common salt in the washing water. Cold storage for clothes is the latest novelty in the big down town refrigerators in the New York dry goods district. The idea is to get rid of the moths. After dinner coffee spoons are quite the thing in the service of ices. From a hygenic point of view they are valuable, as they can convey only a small portion of the frozen sweet at a lime, and therefore minimize the chilling of the digestive process. For a bride’s travelling dress get covert suiting of tan brown, if the color is becoming, hut if not try grayish blue. Make it with a short open jacket that can be lapped double breasted on a silk waist of changeable taffeta, either blue and black together or else brown and blue. A great many novelties have been used for lamp shades, although pearl white silk is now the favorite, as it sheds a more delicate light than cream white or other colors. There are a holy red and a Neapolitan pink silk used for shades that produce a charming effect. For bridesmaids’ baskets the Dolly Vardeu shape, made of green rush, is the favorite —a novel arrangement of ribbon bows and flowers combined, carried out on the handles, the baskets to be carried on the arm, so that the ribbons and ftowers will fall gracefully, forming a sort of trimming for the side of the dress.

She Understood the Trick.

“A short time ago,” said Deputy United States Marshal Harris, “a rancher up in the mountains of Lake County, Cal., grew tired of walking five miles over the hills to get the country paper from his mail box, so. he felled a Dig tree across the road so that the stage would be compelled to travel a longer route that led past his house. A warrant was issued for his arrest for obstructing the United States mails, and I went up to serve it. “I found the old man sitting on his back porch smoking his corncob pipe, and commenced reading the warrant: ‘The President of the United States sends greeting.’ Just then the long barrel of a muzzle-loading rifle was shoved out of the kitchen door and aimed at my head. I saw a norvous little gray-headed woman at the other end of the gun with her fingei on the trigger. I could see the bright gray eye twinkling through the buckhorn sight as she, remarked: “ ’You git, and don’t you come snoopin’ roun’ liyur agin. The President sent his greetin’s onst before when the ol’ man cut some timber on gov’ment land, and it cost him ’bout a hundred dollars an’ mighty nigh a month in jail. Then he found out the President didn’t know nothin about it. If the President wants tc be friendly with the ol’ man he’ll have to come right hyur without sendin’ no greetin’s. Git!’”

Continuous Rails.

Several methods have been employed to accomplish this result, which seems to be very desirable and especially advantageous where the track is used as one of the electrical conductors, as in the trolley system In one system the current from the trolley has been utilized for welding the rails. In St. Louis the method is pursued of uniting the rails at the joints by running a casting of iron around the joint, by means of a special mold and a portable furnace. The molds are heated up near the line of the track and a fire built around them, so that by the time they are to be put around the joints they are dull red. The iron is poured into the molds from a ladle. After pouring, they are allowed to remain ten minutes before being removed for use on another joint. The joint of every other section of track is cast in the morning and the remainder in the afterrfoon, this being done to prevent, as far as possible, the severe strain of contraction, for when the joint is hot it heats the rail for some distance on each side, and consequently there is considerable expansion. The moonstone exists in North Carolina and Georgia.,

THE JOKERS’ BUDGET.

JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. A Clover Recovery.-Ho Meant Matrimony-- Just Bofore th* Banquet, Etc., EteA CLEVER RECOVERY. Miss Valse —How much that woman over there looks like a Chinese. Mr. Swain—You think so? She’s my wife. Miss V—Y-e-e-8. Her feet are so delightfully small, you know. HE MEANT MATRIMONY. Count Penniless—My dear Mees Banks, speak ze vord zat vill make me ze happiest of mortal* Miss Banks—Money. JUBT BEFORE THE BANQUET. Cannibal—Have you anything to say before being dished up? Missionary—Yes. I would like to testify to the advantages of a vegetarian diet. HE HAD THE OTHER KIND. Miss Take—Philander, who wrote that charming song, “Sweet Dreams are Mine?” Mr. Sinick—l don’t know, but I’ll bet nine dollars it wasn't the man who went two Welsh rarebits 1 CORRELATIVE. Tommie was looking over the puzzle column of his paper. One of the questions was, “How can you put down nine strokes in such a way that their total shall represent one?” ‘‘Ho! That’s easy," said he. ‘‘Nine strokes is about the size of one spankin.”—Harper’s Bazaar. EXPENSIVE LUXURIES. Goodfello—See here, Gayboy, you are killing yourself here at your desk. No man can stand working night and day all the year round. Gayboy—Can’t' help it. I must have money. Goodfello—Money 1 You talk of needing mon,ey. Why, you own one of the finest yachts in New York waters. Gayboy—Yes, that’s why I need money.

HAD TO WORK. Rural Ragges—lt’s no use, Tatts; I’ve got ter work.” Tramping Tatters—Land o’ labor, Roory, me boy 1 What’s de matter wid yer? Are yer losin' yer intellec’?” Rural Ragges—No; but I swallered a yeast cake in mistake fer a marsh mailer. NOT STRANGE. ‘T wonder why so short a man as Bimley should marry such a tall girl as Miss Tupper?” ‘‘Probably the same reason that induced Miss Tupper to marry a little fellow like Bimley.” GOOD FOR THE DOCTORS. Wilkins—l wonder why it is that the medical journals are beginning to take an interest in the improvement of country roads. Bilkins—l don’t know, but I have heard that bicycling has produced half a dozen new diseases. —New York Weekly. BREAKING THE NEWS. Clara—l wish 1 knew how to get out of marrying him. Maude—So do I.—Life. NOT THERE. “What I want to know,” said the early oyster, “is whether I am to be in the swim this season.” “Not this time,” said the cook, as he scooped him into a pattie. ECONOMY. “This is very pretty for a dollar,” said one fair shopper to another. “Yes. I’m determined to have one. But the price is too high. Lend me ten cents for car fare and I’ll go to Oddson’s, where they sell the same thing for 99 cents.” A GOOD DEFINITION. “Papa,” said Benny Bloobumper, “what does the word sophistry mean?”

“Sophistry, Benny,” replied Mr. Bloobumper, “is the other fellow’s argument.”—Judge. MONETARY. He was as pale as death. “No,” the beautiful American was faltering, “I will not marry you.” The scion of a noble race staggered from the room. “Capital,” he hissed, as with the instinct of a gentleman he clutched the best umbrella in the rack, “is still timid, I see.”—Detroit Tribune. IN THE MUSEUM. The Candy Butcher—The glass eater’s got cholera morbus. The Zulu Chieftain —Serves him right. He ought to know enough to let green bottles alone this time of the year. ONE TOUCH OP NATURE. “Here,” cried the war correspondent, petularjtly, “I believe you are concealing fpets from me.” The King of Dahomey led him aside. “The truth is,” whispered His Majesty, “my amazons have reported several engagements with foreign troops, but I don’t believe they care to have them made public just yet. You know how girls are about such things. Yes.” It having been a day of triumph ia the gay capital, the monarch confined himself to a club soda.—Detroit Tribune. AN EQUINE PANIC. , “When Mamie rides her bicycle in bloomers, does she seem shy?” “No; but you ought to see the horses she meets 1”

To Make Berlin a Seaport.

It is proposed to make Berlin a seaport by connecting it by canals with the river Odeq. The Tegel See, to the west of the city, would be the harbor. There are no engineering difficulties, and only two locks would be noeded. The cost for a canal seventy feet broad at bottom and twenty-five feet deep would be about $50,000,000, or one-third more than that of the Baltic-North Sea Canal.