Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 March 1884 — Page 4

LIFE AND SOCIETY.

Women,

Marriage

and Luxury.

Fancy Work.

IS IT AN UNCANNY THING? Eliza Archard makes in the a York World a sweeping onslaught fancy work. In the course of her article she saya:

the New on

Fancy work is the small vice oi the female Bex. It is to women what smoking is to men. In some respects it is worse indeed, for man can read or write and smoke at the same time. Fancy work, on the contrary, is so absorbing as an intellectual exercise that it iB not possible for a woman to make the Kensington stitch and do anything else, unless it be to gossip- iff

In brief, we arraign female fancy work as a waster of time, a destroyer of eyesight and health, a deadener of all noble ambitions, and a promoter of scandal besides. We shall prove it. Fancy work is an uncanny thing. There is some strange fascination in this miserable darning and knitting that blinds their eyes to the nobler achievements that lie all about them. In summer hotels and winter hotels groups of fair young matrons sit, hour after hour, their bright eyes bent over some queer, fuzzy-look-ing, contemptible little stuff, as though the salvation of the world depended on banding the equator with a girdle of knotted fringe before to-mor-row morning. Now they cover ghostly pillow-shams with weird chain-stitch. Now it is rac-rac, and again it is crazyTquilts. At this point it may, be remarked that of all contrivances that are ugly enough to scorch one's eyeballs the crazy-quilt goes up head. Anon the fancy-work madness drives them to the production of tapestry pictures that make your hair stand on end.

Or maybe it is "darned net." This is the head-fiend of fancy work. It is safe to say that on the average drives one thousand American women a day to premature spectacles. "Pretty? Yes, it ought to be pretty, It nearly put my eyes out."

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She had made her little daughter a ^%obe of this demonish, woman-killing fabric. Her eyes were red and swollen, her nerves were all junstruns: so that she kept springing like a jumpingjack at every little sound. She had got "herself in such a state over the pesky stuff that she hadn't slept for two jgnights. "I'm just ready to cry!" she said. -||No wonder. The time and labor she llhad spent on that execrable gown jlwould have made her an accomplished

Student in microscopy, and not hurt her eyes either. Then she would have had a peep into the fairy land of science, and at least learned enough to jnake her a charming and entertaining companion for a month. And a month is a long time when it comes to entertaining anybody, especially one's hus.band. S We arraign fancy work because it ^dwarfs women's intellects. It gives them just occupation enough to make them believe they aredoingsomething.

They sit and moon overtheir one, two, Jljjthree cross-stich till the practical in"tterests of life fade from their mental 'horizon. They are the true hasheesh eaters. fcFancy work is a genuine deadening drug, cheating ladies into a fool's ji, ^Iparadise. »/v While they delude themselves with '-thinking they are at work they are do^ing absolutely nothing at all that is sworth while. It is worse than noth-

"Ll.^ing.

It ought to be relegated wholly

'4 S§to very aged women, so old that they Shave lost all interest in active affairs, •''and have nothing to do but snooze through the days like placid old tab ,bies. "Aw—American women don get

Joutdoors enough to give them a decent complexion, you know," says the Eng--lishmam. |T Trimming is the wretch that is to

\r, blame. Show us a lively, lfealthful, ,, practical, intelligent womnr, who wjnliWMBcr xnfflmlng maker and we will find you an honest politician.

*»1* Pongee Table-Cover.

To make a table-cover, not expensive, and very handsome and showy: ^.Purchase cream tinted pongee, about two yards, if v6ry wide goods, and four ,"/ yards if of a single width have the '•j- center stamped in some kind of floral design. For this goods small flowers .'"are much more to the pur.poae than large ones.

-"plant of varied beauty one species ''las the petals tube shape, another has t'the leaves gracefully incurved, the colors are blood-red, blue, lilac and "snow white ti crown species has the center of the flower clear white, with petals richly varigated the tints are ij.'i ryiolet, carmine and blue. For the border nothing can be prettier than ... the balloon vine, the leaves of which are densely clustered, almost concealing the dainty little blossoms.

Spring Wrapi.

•HOST IN THE BACK, LONG IN MONT. The spring wraps are many of them short in the bacfc, with long fronts, as in the Romilly mantelet, with back ifitted by a curved seam down the mid'*die and describing a short pleated postilioa. The shoulder pieces are insertled in dolman style and the fronts, cut long, are gathered into points at the

Jend, each one being finished with long -. -^bows of satin ribbon. The model is of black cashmere, trimmed with lace, .E'Vpasaem enterie, and ribbon, but the ^"mantelet can

Ibrocade, or camel's-hair cloth, or of Ithe material composing the costume,

5with

which it is to be worn,

x-, V' The Germma mantelet is graceful, simple, and stylish. The model is of brocaded velvet, trimmed with hand-

run Spanish lace in double rows in the back and in cascade down the .. pointed tabs in front. The shoulder t-".* pieces are gathered slightly and the short back is fitted closely by a seam

down

the middle. This garment, too, may be made in any kind of dress ma-

I' *~A^ convenient wrap not only for the season, but for summer traveling '^purposes, is the Felicie redingote which is cut in sacque shape quite as long aBthe dress, is fitted by side gores,

8hirred

cent arraignment of the "society girl," quoted from the old atd wellworn catalogue of her sir.-a by a writer in one of cur city journals, presents hei as passing a buuerfiy exibU)iice in balls, route an»l otlier fashionable dissipation—net spreading and without one serious thought or act in life—a vain, empty-headed nonentity, and so on to the end of a chapter with which we are all quite too familiar. The fault with all such pictures as these is that they are grevious caricatures or solitary and exceptional specimens which an honest and unprejudiced analysis would tejec as a trufhful and intelligent de.-.dptionof a whole class-the clasb ia this instance being the "society jt:ls' of our country, it is to be hoped that the lines of life of this sprightly but. sarcastic and misleading critic a different type of American girl—the real representative of the young womanhood of our countr}—shall pass before and impress his vision. For the land abounds with girls, in society and out of it, whom Providence has blessed with beauty, good sense and the attributes of earnestness and high endeavor which should s.tve the sex, as it does not, from the shafts of ridicule and ignorence. Thousands of these girls, who may, if they will, live lives of listless ease and luxury, are nevertheless accustomed to walk their five or seven miles a day, wield a steady oar in boating, make their own dresses for home or party wear, make cake, pudding, pies and bread, while making sunshine in the homes and this class is neither degenerating nor decreasing in number. The anathemas will continue yet all the same the derided "society girl" will continue to robe berselt in gay attire, wear ribbons, laces and sucn toilets as suits_ her whim or fancy, without loss of either conscience or self-respect, and go on enjoying life as best she may till time ends all.

The BXarrlage Problem.

A writer in the London Society thus discourses: In France the parents make the match. If not so ostensibly, yet no less really is this often done in England. It is not the man but the maintainance which is uppermost in the parental thoughts.' It is painful to reflect, while taking a survey of the matches of fifty years' experience, how rarely we ever could detect that the character of a man, otherwise eligible, influenced the parental decision. For the most part, all the evidence offered of a man being a scamp or a profligate is set aside as envy, malice and all un charitableness or else with the remark, "Well, all young men are wild, but they grow steady when they are married.'" We once heard a young lady, in speaking of a matrimonial event just coming off, say: "Capital match first-rate chance for Ellen. Not all the sort of a man, we all know, that she intended to marry, but not one women in twenty does get that." Certainly in this men have an advantage, for they can choose the ladies must submit to be chosen, save in the case of some remarkable belle who has admirers at command. But these advantages on the side of the gentlemen are less than they seem. Their choice is anything but free as far as reason is concerned. They are the victims of a natural illusion. They choose from the charm and fancy of the hour, or the pride of possessing some Lady Clara Vere de Vere, or some simpering, dimpled doll, while all companionable qualities and that sunshine of the heart which relieves the darkest while it adds warmth to the brightest days of this checkered life are rarely even named among men as the motive of their choice. Truly "marriage is the door that leads deluded motals back to earth," and, as with many a pretty bargain that has caught our fancy in a shop window, great is the disenchantment when we have brought it home.

The

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"lore beginning the work it is best to lay the pongee in a frame, that "is, baste the part to be worked in a wooden frame of light construction by so doing, the material will not be drawn out of shape when -the design is wrought. A pattern for v. this fashion of table-cover would be ^pretty composed of mixed asters, a

made in silk, ottoman,

at the waist in the back, drawn

in at he be he a is in in front, while the extra fulness at the -neckis gathered in under a turneddown collar. The coat sleeves are set

in with

a high effect at the shoulders

and are finished at the wrists with deep cuffs, which are of velvet like that form- !. ing the turn-over collar. Ribbon sashes fiom gathers in the back outline a pointed corsage in front and are .' tied in a loop bow.—[Philadelphia

Times.

The Sooiety Girl.

When the work of building a tower on the plain of Shinar, whose top might reach the heavens, ended in failure and confusion, may we not gnesB that the first astounded grumbler that found tongue to speak threw the whole blame upon the women? asks C. D. F. in the New York Evening Post. And if this were so, then in all lands and in every language his successors have lived and spoken and vain the hope that fire or flood, pestilence, war or famine, or any like disaster, will rid the world of the entire fcith and kin till the coming of the final conflagration. And even then may we not imagine that some blazing, fiery taunt from the "last man" of the race will gleam forth on the scroll of the dissolving heavens? A very re-

married ladies in the ball-room

are the pests of the poor mammas. They have attained the objects of all the balls and dancing, and yet they have not the grace to feel for and give plnrA tn ynnng Bfirla A ho oit in rows against the walls. Men prefer the married women, and why They can indulge in a kiud of conversation at which we should hope that in spite of French novels the singla would turn away. It is strange that the husbands should endure to see their wives whisked and whirled and dragged about, well knowing that the so-called waltzing and galopading always, unless unusually well done, degenerate into little better than unseemly romping indeed, no one would believe in its innocence if seen, where we seriously believe it would not be tolerated in a Piccadilly saloon. A fact: A dressmaker who bad seen from an orchestra the dancing now in fashion, when asked by a lady next day how she had been entertained, replied: "I suppose it is all right in high life, b'.it in our line of life no young man would dare to take such liberties with young women." No, madame, your daughter's prospects never can be the hetter for being exposed to such scenes as these, least of all in the now fashionable costume of a skirt and a pair of shoulder straps. It is not the sensuous, but the sentimental that should prevail. The free-and-easy dancer, not the graceful young lady of proper digniiy and selfrespect, takes the lead in a modern ball-room, and foolish it is for the really modest and reserve to compete in such a sphere. Granted, they may enjoy it, and you may enjoy it, too. If so, be happy in your own way. Only for "introducing" your daughters and looking to the main chance, we can not recommend such society.

Household Notes.

Pretty bed room curtains are made of a single width of crimson ottoman cloth over a second pair made of antique lace.

The legs and backs of many of the handsomest ebony cane chairs are now adorned with bows of broad, pale blue or olive green ribbon.

If your windows are narrow, or even if they are of unusual width, and you feel that you cannot afford double curtains, single ones may be draped so gracefully that they will answer admirably. They should not be looped back with ribbons, but be pinned or tacked back in several places. Begin to tack or pin back quite high, or yon cannot prevent a drawing and awkward appearance lower down.

A beautiful square sofa pillow recently seen was made of crazy patchwork on one side and crimson plush on the other. The patchwork consisted of odd bits of silk, satin and velvet joined together to make a harmonious whole. The crimson plush was embroidered in a graceful design of daisies and moss rosebuds and their leaves. The work was executed in silk chenille, the colors used being the natural ones of the flowers. A silk cord bordered the cushion all round, and the corners were ornamented with small silk pompons.

At the dinner-table there are butjfew changes from last year, except that the display of silver is not so great. The latest i'reak it a flat dinner table, with nothing higher than the compotes for preserved fruit, the flowers being strewn on the table-cloth. Under the hands of a skillful florist this plan is effective, but not unless well done. Another fancy is to have no flowers at all, but to add all sorts of pretty china and glass. Little cheese cups, like a barrel, with each a Neufchatel cheese in it, and a small Bilver scoop with which to eat it, are in favor. These are also made in white wood, and ornamented with water-color designs. Majolica, Dresden, and Worcester china novelties of all sorts are used for these cheese cups.—American Queen. J:p

According to an English lady now traveling in Japan, every one, rich and poor, in that country takes a dip at least once a day in a caldron of hot water. The rich bathe before dinner and at bedtime. The whole household dip in the same hot water. A bath, except at a thermal spring, is only an immersion. Precedence is given to the elders when there are no visitors, then to the young people according to their age, next the maidservants.

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THK SPRING BOUNCE,

Satisfactory Bxplsnation.

Laramie (Wy. T.) Boomerang. "Give me my answer." It was 10:30 o'clock. It was Guyrope Corndoctor who spoke, and Lillian Lambrequin was the individual addressed. They were sitting beside a glowing No. 8 base-burner. Outside the below-zero blasts of a Wyoming blizzard swept madly by, and the storm king laughed long and loud as each succeeding zephyr yanked a shutter off ne building, sent a barrel or box skywaid, or made the sidewalk wiggle and waggle like a section of garden liose in the grasp of a hired girl. Guy a Uuion Pacific conductor Lillian but a simple village maiden, with flaxen curls and No. 7 shoes. Guy, be it known, was on the m*rrv. He had been coaxing Lillian to name the day. He had sugg- s*e that when the springtime had ('tmif, gentle Annie," it would be a j.'ood time for the ceremony when the whip-poor-will thawed out and resumed his plaintive lay, when the butic'-i artss began to grow, and the Tex i- steer once more acted as though he Mr, his oats. She had deigned a reply. Guy became uneasy. Can it be -sible, he thought, that she is no longer mashed on my frame. Perhaps she is tired of my affection, and has seen seen some one elsd whom she thinks more worthy of her—some one who would make her more happy than myself. And yet I would not have her pledged to me if her heart is not mine. No better neither her heart nor her hand than even her heart without her hand. But I must know all I must have it from her own dear lips that she no longer loves me ere I'll believe it. Finally he chipped in once more: "Give me my answer."

You see he was marked out on second seven, and she was due to leave at 14:10. "It can not be," said Lillian. "We must wait—wait till the clouds roll by —wait till September, at least." "But why? urged Guy. "Can not you give me your reason for thus deferring our happiness? Do you no longer love me Can it be possible that you should be so cruel to me— that you could, while vowing eternal fidelity, give your heart to another! Oh, Lillian, if this should prove true, it would! break my heart! Not that I would have you marry me if you did not love me but I could not, after having loved you so strongly and faithfully for more than a ear, give you up withouta great heartstruggle and that struggle would kill me, Lillian—kill me deader than an engine that has been fast in a snow-drift for fifteen days!"

Lillian was doing the briny. At last she glanced up through her t»ars and, in a voice that trembled like a Ute going to war, she replied •'You're off your base, Gu Y.^u know how much I love you! 1 ahvays loved you! I loved you from the first moment I saw you, long before love was

named

between you and me. Loni

ago I gave you my heart, darling am you are my own sweet pet, and I love you, oh, so fondly! I think of you all the time, darling and if I do not see you during the day I think of you during the night. But we can not marry in the spring. Consent to put it off till the fall, wont you? And the next time I meet jrou I will kiss you so many, many times, and throw my arms about you, and tell you how much I love you, find will always love you, when you are sick and old, and even if your friends in the world shall hate you." "But your reasons for this strange request, Lillian Why this unnecessary delay?"

Guy knew that delays were dangerous, He feared a possible rival that her request was only a pretext lor giv ing him the frigid shake. With his heart in his mouth and his ears braced to hear the whistle of the second seven, he waited for his answer.

but as a rule, tbey don't pay more than six or eight dollars for a goodsized red and white pole done up in the best possible style." "Barbers' poles," said the boss knight of the razor in a leading downtown shop, "are an institution several hundred years old. In former times barbers acted as surgeons, and the twisted red and white ribbons are symbolical of the winding of a strip of linen about a bleeding arm."

A SOMNAMBULIST'S FREAK.

The Be*alt of Talking Abont Morder* and Murderers. Cincinnati Enquirer.

On Thursday night the family of Mr. 4i. T. Vandevort, of the firm of Merrell Vandevort & Co., had quite an exciting event at their residence, near the Presbyterian church in Lovfiland. A lady visitor and relative of the family arose in her sleep, jumped from her bed-chamber window, and was found walking down the Cincinnati, Washington & Baltimore railroad track. The lady is a widow and highly connected, and has never had any similar experience before, although she has reached nearly the age of 50. She feels considerably embarrassed at her freak, and at her urgent rfiqueft her name is Withheld. The family had several young people as callers during the evening, and considerable conversation concerning the many recent murders was indulged in. About eleven o'clock the callers left for home and the family retired. The lady who was the central figure in the after excitement occupied a chamber having a window opening out on to the veranda.

About midnight some of the family were awakened by voices of men and the wailing of a female voice. Mr. Court Vandevort, the eldest son, appeared at the window, revolver in hand, and saw two men and a woman in the street. When they caught sight of the weapon they retreated, making some remark about one of the murderers. Nothing further was heard, and the supposition being that the parties were some belated inebriates, the family again went to sleep. In about half an hour the son was again awakened, and found a young army about the house. Alarmed at the strange sight, he ran down stairs, revolver in hand and found some of the parties trying to force open the dining room door, while at the same time the front door bell was violently ringing^ The son ran from one door to another, determined to keep the murderous robbers out. Up to this time not a word had been spoken. Mr. Vandevort, Sr., was awakened by the noise, and inquired what was up. A voice from outside answered that the family were murdered, and a woman had jumped from the upper window. Mr. Vandevort immediately imagined afoul scheme. Opening the door he found a crowd, headed by Officer Martin. Mr. Vandevort informed them that his family were all alive and well, and used some violent language against the intruders, at the same time inquiring where the woman was. He was escorted to the residence, of Col. Nash and there found his guest, who was supposed to be sound asleep, and the family using caution to prevent her rest being broken by the noise. Explanations were in order, and were given as follows: The crew of an east-ern-bound freight on the Cincinnati, Washington & Baltimore railroad were taking water and receiving orders when they saw a white object coming down the track toward them. As it drew nearer they discovered a woman in her night-dress and barefooted walking over the frozen ground, through the freezing wind. They asked her what was the matter. She said the Vandevort family were all murdered, and she had escaped by jumping from the .window. When asked where the house was, she led them toward the Vandevort residence, making strange and pitiful noises all the time. As they neared the house they saw young Vandevort at the window, and mistook him for one of the murderers. Alarmed, they fled, and after taking the lady to Col. Nash's house they proceeded to raise a crowd, including Officer Martin, and proceeded again to the house, determined to capture the murderers, with the results already stated.

was* "The regular spring bounce among conductors occurs in the Bpring, you know, dear Guy. If you happen to escape the annual clean-up, then we can get married in the fall. That's my own, only and ownest reason. See?"

He saw, and acknowledged the strength of her argument. They await the return of the annual bouncing period with a great deal of anxiety.

Pott«r's Clay.

Versailles Gazette. Human nature in every age has, in at least one respect, been the Bame— always striving after something distant or unattainable, and neglected that which is at hand, and iB, perhaps, of greater value. These reflections occur to any one who notices with what indifference our citizens regard the hidden wealth lying at their very doors. For instance, we will take the clay, called kaolin. This is really one of the most important and useful articles yet discovered in Morgan county. It is the basis of all china and poicelain ware, and as it is only found in a few places, and can be manufactured into BO many beautiful articles, it is, therefore, valuable and highly prized. The art of making chinaware was confined tothe Flowery kingdom until about 1740, when two brothers proposed to reveal the secret to the French government, upon which a manufactory was at once established at Versailles, France. The king soon became interested in the project and the workB were removed to a village called Sevres, which is now celebated throughout the world for the excellence of its chinaware. From a small village Sevres has grown to be a place of great importance, and nearly all the inhabitants are engaged in making china and porcelain for different purposes. Women and even children can be profitably employed in this industry. Statues, busts, vases, arms, cups, plates and even stoves are a few of the articles made here, not to mention heathen idols, etc. Dresden is another city which has become famous for its manufacture of porcelain and china.

Of course, much more of interest might be said upon this subject, but we only desire to direct attention to it and to point out how Versalles might, through tbis means, become the site of a great industry that would give employment to many persons, and at the same time, bring wealth to those investing in the enterprise. Kaolin is not found everywhere, but it does occur iin at least two places in Morgan countv, in large beds which can be easily worked. One place is at the the Buffalo mines, from which our fellow townsman, George P. Clark, has had the enterprise to ship several car loads to St Louis. Let our Business men reflect on this and see if it is not feasible to form a stock company and establish works, even upon a small scale at first, for this manufacture. Our impression is that such an undertaking would be of the greatest importance to Versailles and to the whole county of Morgan.

New Styles for Barber Poles. Philadelphia Record. "The styles of barbers' poles have changed considerably in the last two years," said an old sign painter yesterday afternoon. "I remember the time very well when you never saw anything but the old red and white stripes sort, but nowadays they paint them all sorts of colors. See there, for instance," and he pointed to a corner of the shop where stood a small pole resplendent with gold and black. "That pole is for a shop on Ridge avenue," he continued, "and was ordered by a colored man, who said he wanted something that would catch the eye ob the least observin' of mankind." About a month ago I sent one out painted blue and covered with gilt stars. It went somewhere on north Second street, and cost the barber $23

The lady has no recollection of anything that occurred until Mr. Vandevort spoke to her at Col. Nash's. Up to that time Bhe had persisted that the family were all murdered. When awakened she again went to bed, and yesterday did not seem to ba suffering ing irom any bad results of her remarkable night's experience. Although weighing over 200 pounds she escaped without a visible injury or scratch.

Women Sea Captains.

Harper'# Weekly. Mrs. Mary A. Miller is not the first woman who lias serv3d successfully as mistress of a ship. Mrs. Captain Patten, of Bath, Me., who, while her husband was lying ill in his berth, navigated his ship around Cape Horn and up to San Francisco, although his timid first officer wanted to stop at Valparaiso for assistance of Mrs. Captain Clifford, of the brig Abbie Clifford, who, after her husband had been washed overboard, brought the vessel safe into New York harbor from below. the equator of Mrs. Captain Reed, of the Oakland, of Brunswick, Me., who was a practical navigator of celebrity, and of Miss Jenet Thorns, who often used to navigate her father's ship, who is now teaching a school of navigation in this city and who was in part the author of "Thorns' Navigator," a book of authority among mariners. These cases are all of recent date. To them the Leavenworth (Kan.) Times adds the case of Mrs. Capt. John Oliver Norton, of Edgartown, Mass. Her husband commanded a whaling vessel, and she frequently went with him into the Arctic waters. On one of these expeditions all the boats were out, leaving on board the captain and just enough of the crew to manage the vessel. A whale was noticed off to the starboard, and the captain and men were puzzled how to get it It was a woman who solved the problem and settled the fate of his whaleship. Going to the wheel she prevailed upon her husband to leave the ship in her charge, with two disabled men, while he and his men went after the whale. He did so. The woman managed the Bhip all day until nightfall, when the boat returned, that in command of her husband having captured the biggest whale ever seen in those waters. When the Bhip put in borne the New Bedford owners made the "woman commander" a handsome present.

Struggling With the Hello Box. Washington Correspondence N. Y. Snn. The other day a very distinguished senator, who thinks he has the right of way to the White House, walked up to a senate telephone and conducted the following colloquy: "Halloo, central office!" (The senators say "Halloo!" the representatives only say "Hello!")

The central office responded. "Call the office of the commissioner of patents for Senator Blank."

Then there was a long pause. The patent office at last answered. The senator shouted at the top of his lungs, and with his nose flattened against the hello box, evidently thinking the louder he bawled the better the wire would transmit the message. The central office kept cutting in on him, and he couldir make them understand. At last he squared off and shouted straight into the box with a voice like a fog horn: "I've got 'em. Don't yon understand I tell you I've got em." "Yes, and got 'em bad, too," sarcastically responded the central office.

The senator, with a very red face, continued his conversation with the commissioner of patents.

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THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH 16,1884.

Temple Bar. All their friends had said,when Mrs. Binney died, "Now what a good thing it would be if old Mr. Binney would marry Miss Bright!"

Miss Bright had not been without her troubles, and very hard ones they had been too, but she bore them with a brave hert, and carried a smiling face, and had a tnankfnl spirit within her, rtriving always to remember her blessings, and how much they outnumbered any evils she was called upon to bear.

Indeed, to listen to Miss Bright's showing, you would have counted her as one of the luckiest persons ever born. She had had the kindest of friends, the most comfortable of situations. and the girls she had taught were endowed with an amiability of disposition which made it a positive pleasure to be with them. The only accusation she could bring against them was that they were all in such a terrible hurry to grow up and'get married, and then Miss Bright's occupation was gone, and she had to step out into the world and find afresh field for her labors.

As years rolled on, each one adding to the score of Miss Bright's aga, these hunting grounds of instruction became more and more narrowed. Children of eight began now where girls of eighteen used to leave off, and history and geography,^) say nothing of the parts of speech and grammar, were all so altered, that poor little Miss Bright had to acknowledge that at times she really did feel quite confused. "Very soon shan't be left with anything to teach," she would say pathetically, and then Mr. Binney's nephew, Joe. or some other good fellow who heard her, would declare she should set up a school for wives, for there never were such wives as the girls whom Miss Bright had brought up. She had taught Joe's wife

«OLl) MB. BINNEY." jchei rful spirit shortens the longest I wish I could follow your example. 1 often feel condemned at my want of contentment—of gratitude,! ought to say."

sally

and her sister,

and though since then she had had other situations, at holiday time, or whenever she was seeking employment, she always returned to the house of Dr. Brendon, their father.

Wh»n Mr. Binney dropjped in, as he frequently did to inquire after

hiB

old

friends the Brendons, he from time to time found Miss Bright there, and happening on the occasion of one of her visits to bring the news that Mrs. Binney was ill, with no one whose business it seemed to be to look after her, nothing was more natural than that Miss Bright should volunteer, and a grent comfort they found her.

So sprightly yet unobtrusive was the cheery little woman that Mrs. Binney herself was influenced in her favor, until, with an eye to the mutual comfort, Miss Binney proposed Miss Bright staying with them together. "Why not?" he said. "We could well afford to pay her a salary." But this word salary, acting like magic on Mrs. Binney, seemed to bring her to her senses" immediately. She would be very glad to have Miss Bright as a visitor as long as she liked to stay, but as to living with them altogether, "No!" she would not give her consent to that she had always objected to

having

in her house a third party, It

was then that Miss Bright's friends pulled very long faces indeed. What would she do? they asked her. "Oh, something is sure to turn up," she would say, hopefully. "When-, ever I have come to my last ebb an opening has been made for me, BO I am not going to despair now."

And said this all the more emphati cally, because in spite of her confidence she could not help feeling that a voice which she could not still kept repeating: "What will you do when you grow older Teaching will get harder than ever.'.' That was true enough, but what else was there for her to do?

When Mrs. Binney died, which hap pened quite seddenly about a year before, there had been some talk as to Miss Bright going to Mr. Binney as housekeeper, but this proposition had been made without the knowledge or consent of the principal persan concerned, who, as soon as the hint was given, negatived it.

Mr. Binney thoroughly appreciated Miss Bright, but he had lost his taste for matrimony he remembered that he had spent forty excellent years without a wife, and, notwithstanding that he was now a widower, he could not conscientiously -say that he felt his state to be so very unhappy.

Susan the coek, respectable and staid, would he felt sure manage his household properly, and if it proved that she should give way to extravagance, as people seemed to say, Mr. Binney fancied he could better put up with that evil than with too miich of the economy from which he had suffered already.

So all the hopes that on the death of Mrs. Binney, Joe and Sally and the Brendons had cherished for Miss Bright, were ruthlessly dashed to the ground. Evidently Aunt B. was not to have a successor. "If we could but have got her there as housekeeper," said two of those arch-conspirators, "the rest would have been easy." But though they return to the attack several times, no s?ood came of it. Mr. Binny shared in their regret at the loss of Miss Bright's pupils, wondered as they did what would become of her, and, his visitors gone, to make his sympathy apparent, he sat down and wrote a kind little note with a check for £10 folded within it. "He's an old stupid," said Sally, "and now she is going away altogether, ever so far"—for Miss Bright had had another piece of news to tell. An old pupil of early days had been recently left a widow her health was as delicate as her heart was kind, and when she made the proposition that Miss Bright should come and spend the remainder of her days with her it was not entirely of her own comfort she had been thinking. Miss Bright had readily accepted her offer, and she had written to tell Sallie that the next week she should come up and see them.

She could only stay a few hours with them when she came. The farewell visit was to be paid later. "But I think," she said as she was going, "I will call on my way home and say good-bye to Mr. Binney in case I might not have another opportunity." "Do," said Saliy, and away she went.

Mr. Binney was at home. He had not been quite well lately nothing more than a cold, but it had kept him a prisoner. To-day he might have gone out, but he had not felt inclined to, and he gallantly said he was glad to be in, as he should have been sorry indeed to have missed seeing Miss Bright. "And so you are really going to leave us," he said, and almost regretfully, too. "Well, you will be very much missed. I don't know what the Brendons will do." "They will not miss me more than I Bhall them," and the brave little woman made an effort that her voice should not shound shaky "but you know, Mr. Binney, I am not growing younger, am I?" "No," he said, "that is true. I was saying the same to myself of myself only to-day?" "Yes, only with men it does not seem to matter, but with women the thought alway comes with a little shudder, that when we get old and want quiet and rest and a comfortable arm-chair by the fire there is a doubt whether we shall lie able to get them."

Mr. Binney did not answer, and fearing she was saying too much abont her own feelings she altered her tone, which had been a little tod, and went on in her usual cheerful way: 'But then I ought to feel BO thankfnl that this opening has been made for me. I told them that I knew something would Come it has always done so I have always been so lucky." "It's your happy disposition makes you say so, my dear Miss Bright

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But that Miss Bright would not allow Bhe reminded Mr. Binney of the many kind actions be had done, and in her own quiet way thanked him for the thoughtful present he had sent to her.

No, no, no, now, you must net speak of that," Mr. Binney hastily interrupted her and to give a turn to the conversation, be said she "must have some tea," and ringing to order it, he hoped she could stay.

Well, yes, she thought she could spare time for that—indeed, to be plain, she was not in Buch a very great hurry. The fact had been that Joe had had an unexpected holiday and she saw that, only for her being there, he had come home to go out somewhere with Sally. "So I hope the little fib I told will be forgiven me, for when I said that I was wanted at home, although it was quite true perhaps, I need not but for that have left quite so early. But it was so nice of Joe to come home. I do love to see husbands and Wives companions to each other!"

Ah, indeed, yes that is the object of matrimony, too often, I fear, lost sight of in our day, by the young and the old too."

But Miss Brightdid not agree. "No," she "knew so many united couples. The*e were the Brendons now—" but at this moment t'ie tea was brought in, and Miss Bright asked should

Bhe

pour it out. Her offer was accepted. "Only," said Mr. Binney, "you must take" off your cloak, or you won't feel the good of it when you go and your bonnet, too, wouldn you be more comfortable without that

Miss Bright said. "No," she would not take her bonnet off." "Haven't a cap with you, I suppose?" said the old gentleman slily. "Yes, indeed I have—a present from Sally—and a very becoming one, too." "Put it on, theD, and let me pass my opinion."

Miss Bright hastened to obey, and when she came for his Inspection the smile on her face and the soft pink in her cheek made her look ten years vounger. "Well," she said, "now what do you think of it?" "I think if you take my advice you will never wear any other." "Really," and she laughed softly "but it is tor high days and holidays, you know 1" And she tip-toed to look in the chimney-glass, saying that it certainly was a very pretty cap, and then she sat down to pour out the tea. "The best tea things! she said,admiringly "I am so fond of pretty china!'' And then, searching in the sugar basin, she added: "I have not forgotten that you like two lumps of sugar, you see."

Mr. Binney smiled complacently a feeling of well-being and comfort took possession of him.

Of a certainty it was very pleasant to have a congenial somebody to bear one company, one who could talk well, listen well and held her tongue well, if necessary. Experience had assured him of that. Mrs Bright possessed each of these good qnalities. When sho had stayed there when Mrs. Binney was first ill, their evenings had passed very pleasantly, and recalling the things tbey had done, he asked: "Do you often play chess now "No, never."

Cribbage, backgammon .• *j "I've no one to play with. That is one thing in my going away," and she swallowed a sigh—"my evenings will be less lonely." "Ah, yes, I find the time very long after dinner. I didn'tlike to go to bed before half past ten, although I often feel inclined to.'' "And the days draw in so quickly now, there is no afternoon—it is all evening, which reminds me that it is getting time for me to go, for it takes me quite an hour to go to the station "Not. in a cab?" "No, but I am going to walk it is quite fine and dry, and if I feel tired at the Conway road I shall wait at the corner for the omnibus passing." "Miss Bright began to put on her bonnet. Mr. Binney walked to the window for a minute he looked out, then he rang the bell. "I shall go as far as the Conway road with you." "Oh,Mr. Binney! No, pray don't think of such a thing it might give you cold, and there isn't the slightest occasion—I am so accustomed to go about alone

But Mr. Binney remained firm his hat and coat were brought to him, and away the two set off together. They chatted pleasantly as they walked along. "I shall hope to come and see them all sometimes," Miss Bright said. "I know as long as the Brendons have a home thej will take me in." "And remember that so long as I have a house there will be room for you in it." "That is very kind of you, Mr. Binney," she said softly. "I am sure I do not know why peaple are all so good to me."

Mr. Binney apparently was no better able to inform her, and they walked on silently until the Conway road was reached. "Now, then," said Miss Bright, "here we say farewell," and she held ont her hand, but Mr. Binney did not take it he was engaged in hailing a cab he saw then he drew out his purse and Miss Bright knew that he intended settling with the man for the fare. She shook her head at him reprovingly.

Mr. Binney gave the directions to the driver and then he held out his hand, hesitated, opened the door and said, "I don't see why I should not go with you as far as the station."

At the railway station they had but a very short time of waiting. Miss Bright stood near the carriage which she had chosen nothing remained but to say good-by and enter. "Ana you will let us heat how you get on for she had not said she was coming up again. "Oh, I shall often write to the Brendons and Sally. You will hear of me through them." "And I hope BO very much that you will be comfortable and happy."

Miss Bright tried to smile, but bpr eyes filled rapidly, and to hide the tears she half turned away. "I wish that you were not obliged to go away couldn't anything be managed for you

She shook her head sadly. "No," she said "I tried everything I could." and here a sob would come, "but nobody seemed to want me." "I—I want you." Mr. Binney was stammering out his words excitedly. "Miss Bright, can you—will stay for me? Could you consent to become Mrs. Binney?" "Mrs. Binney I!" everything seemed to swim around her—"but, Mr. Binney, such an idea never once occurred to me." "I am very sure of that, my dear,' he said earnestly, "and it has taken some timet to come to me, or I should have made the offer long ago however, better late than never—that is, if you will accept me." "Oh, but I think it is BO good of you —and you feel sure that I can make you happy. What will the Brendons and Sally say?' "Say that I am more lucky than I deserve to be for not asking you before. Now I understand why I wonldn't consent to your being my housekeeper, I was wanting you for my wife, ycu know."

Miss Bright held up her hands in dismay. "Oh, my!" she cried. "There's the train off—gone, I declare!" "What of that if it is?—another will soon follow, and while we are waiting for it, we can arrange our plans and fix the day."

And if any one wishes to know how it all ended, I can satisfy their enriosiby telling them that a more happy, try couple never were seen than

ty bj cheei the present Mr. and Mrs. Binney.

Mr. Edison says that in fifty years at the furthest we shall reach the electrical millennium. All the town boy, who would fly his kite secure from those vexatious w!re», has to do is to a it

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A BEAUTIFUL-SINNER.

How a Baltimore Family Kxplstm the Folly of a MUgalded Member. Baltimore Letter to Philadelphia Press.

It was recently that I had occasion to visit the House of the Good Shepherd and became possessed of the reason why the devout Catholics of the MacTavish family have surrendered to the church so much of their money and lands. Miss Emily MacTavish, a woman of great beauty and a leader of the highest social circles of Maryland, had just then taken the black veil in the Convent of the Visitation, and had professed her wish to become one of the Sisters of the Good Shepherd. Her abandonment of the world of society had created a sensation that was the most immediate and prominent topic of conversation and even of newspaper discussion.

She had bequeathed the larger portion of her money to the church, and those who saw the

ceremony of her

entrance into the nunnery will never forget its solemnity. When she came to the front of the altar, clad in her white Batin robes, there were many regrets expressed that she was'thenceforth to be dead to the world. But if there is solid truth in the idea of vicarious sacrifice, 6b was an offering and an atonement for the BinB of one of her ancestors.

Passing through the hallway of the House of the Gtood Shepherd I entered the audience or reception room, just beyond which the Sisters were moving about in their white flannel garments. On the wall of this room is an old oil painting—a life sized picture of a lovely woman in the bloom of youth. Her abundant black hair is combed and puffed at the side in consonance with the style of forty years ago. Her dress is low-necked and the splendid neck and bosom are not bidden from sight. "Who," I asked Rev. Father John Foley, president of the institution, "is that woman

The picture is that of Margaret Mac-Tavish,-and Margaret MacTavish became the famous Mrs. Howard, the mistress of the. Emperor Napoleon III. and the only woman of whom the Empress Eugenie was ever jealous. Margaret MacTavish went with some members of her family to England about the year 1859 and married there a Capt. Howard, an officer in tho English army and a connection of the Howards of Norfolk. She was in Paris at the time of the

coup d'etat,

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gaged the attention of Napoleon. It is not known where or when she died, and perhaps the sole relic of her splendid and guily life is the picture upon the wall of the House of the Good Shepherd in Baltimore. "And now," a Catholic priest asked me, "can you wonder that the MacTavish family are still doing penance for the guilt of Margaret? In their view her sin was all the greater because it ivas so neatly associated with an imperial throne. Napoleon undoubtedly loyed the woman, and her affection for him is not subject to questioning. The family have given thousands upon thousands of dollars to Catholic benevolent purposes, but their interest still centers upon this refuge of the wretched and fallen, and which might be given their name if the rules of the church permitted it."

MRS. JESSE JAMES.

The Bandit's Wifo One of the Attractions of a Pittsburg Dime Museum. Pittsburg Leader.

Among the attractions in the city now seeking public admiration is a lady who claims to be the widow of the notorious outlaw, Jesse James. She is now traveling with a small museum under the management of W. F. Hamilton. The party arrived in this city, according to their statement, yesterday morning. Mrs. James is a lady of medium height, prepossessing appearance, a good conversationalist, and is possessed of great skill with both rifle and revolver, with which she successfully performed the fancy shots executed by "Buffalo Bill" and Dr. Carver. She is accompanied by a gentleman representing himself as "Texas Charley, a celebrated Indian scout, who assists her and taught the lady many of the difficult feats of markmanship. Mrs. James granted an interview to a Leader reporter last evening. Upon being asked as to the history of her life, she replied: "My name is Mrs. Annie James I was bom in the. .state of Missouri am thirty-one years of age, but will not give my maiden name, as my parents are still living. They were opposed to my marriage with Jesse James, but as I had great regard for him, I ran off and married him. His stepfather, Dr. Samuels, was well known and bore a good reputation, he having been a soldier in the confederate army during the war. I never had cause to regret the course I took. T&e world may heap reproaches on his memory as a bandit and outlaw, but he was always a loving husband and kind father." The reporter then asked the particulars of Jesse's death, and she said: "It is a subject I do not like to speak of, but it WHS a scene that I shall never forget. Bob and Charley Ford were old friends of my husband. I bad met them many times and had perfect confidence in them. At the time they sought refuge with us we were living in a cottage in the outskirts of St. Joe, Mo. And they were welcome. The third day «fter their arrival I was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, while Bob and Charley Ford and my husband were in the front parlor. Suddenly I heard a shot. Not dreaming of any treachery, I went in to see the cause of the shooting. There lay my husband on the floor gasping for breath. He had only strength enough left to whisper my name. He said: 'Bob Ford is a traitor he has killed me,' and asked me to avenge his death. He died a few moments after."

Mrs. James showed a letter bearing the signature of Jesse James and.datec at Kansas City, which she says was written to her by her husband a short time before his death, but she refused to let it be read, saying that it related to family matters only, and was not for public perusal. During tho recital of the story tears came to her eyes.

Mrs. James stated in her interview that she arrived in the city yesierday morning, but it was subsequently learned that she arrived last Tuesday and has since been stopping at the American house.

Mcxican Girls. *1

Letters from Mexico. The rich are BO very rich that they have no ambition the poor so des parately poor that they have no hope, to speak of. The daughters of the wealthy pass their lives in vacuity those of the poor are so poorly fed and dressed that nearly all look hungerbitten and ill-developed. There are no lyceums, debating clubs, dramatic associations, public lectures, picnics, or any athletic sports in which the women can join. They are as completely without good shape as any set of women I ever saw. I doubt if there area dozen good forms in this city, and as to legs and feet—Appollo, bless us!—the stockings of an average Hoosier girl would go twice around for a Chihuahua belle. A resident physician tells me that the health of the higher class women is wretchedly poor. Very few of them can nurse their own children. The usually marry at from fifteen to seventeen ana are careworn at twenty-five. This physician attempted to introduce bicycles, but the young ladies bad neither strength to manage nor persistence to master them. A few hammocks were sold here, but Use feeble things nearly broke their necks in getting out of them. A really plump, vigorous healthy woman of the wealthy clsses is a rarity, though many of them have a sort of ianguid beauty. Ponder these tnings in your heart,and the next time a "beautiful senorita" swinging

in voluptuous languor (on the top of a cigar box) in a gorgeous hammock,

with delicate wreaths of smoke circling from her pretty rose-bud lips, you will know her for the printed humbug she is. As to the real beauty, that which satisfies the heart of the natural man, I can find you more of it in one class of Indiana high-school girls than in the whole state of Chihuahua—if this city is a faicspecimen.

Women and Umbrellas.

Boston Globe. Long continued observation has convinced us that the welfare of society demands immediate consideration of the question as to whether women should be allowed to carry umbrellas. It may be urged in defense of continuing the privilege that' to refuse it would be in violation of t&e inalienable right of the pursuit of happiness. But If a woman gets any happiness out of knocking off people's hats and gouging out their eyes, to say nothing of tongling up the points of the nmbrel la ribs in the hair of other women, she ought to be induced either by moral suasion or legal compulsion to pursue happiness in some other way. It is a well-recognized principle that the rights of one person end where those of another begin and since a woman seems to be unable to keep her umbrella outside of the corporate limits of other people it is quite'evident that she ought to be limited in the exercise of her right to carry umbrellas to the Sahara, the alkali plains and the Russian steppes. If a woman were capable of being educatedjn the proper carrying of umbrellas there would be some hope that with the process of education and development she might learn to wield her present death-deal-ing weapon abova the danger-line. But it is a physical impossibility. She is born that way. She can no more carry an umbrella as it ought to be carried than she can throw a stone without those indiscribable gyrations, or catch a ball when she doesn't wear an apron.

It is too true, but she must accept the consequences just as she must accept the consequence of being unable to throw straight, the inevitable conssquence of never hitting anything. This being true, and moral suasion having failed to bring about the desired end, nothing remain^ but to protect the hats, eyes and hair of the community by legal means. And it will be seen at once that this is a fit subject for constitutional prohibition. The aim is to secure a large portion of the community in the possession of their inalienable rights of wearing their hats on the tops of their heads and keeping their natural eyes.

Flower-Makers of Paris.

Pall Mall Budget. It appears almost incredible that in Paris no fewer than 30,000 women find their living by making artificial flowers. The majority of them are asserted by a too credulous admirer to be real artists, imitating nature almost to perfection, with exquisite taste and well-developed imagination. The rose in the workshop of the fleuriste.is the masterpiece. If the art of making a rose is acquired, the maker is supposed to be able to imitate any other flower, the rose being considered as particularly developing the imaginatiou of young artists. As in other branches of industry, there are specialists in the flower factories, the buds, the foliage and the mounting being done by different people. At present a great number of flower-mak-ers are out of work, owing partly to flowers being out of fashion and partly tothe enormous competition in England, Germany, Switzerland and America, which increases with every season. No country, however, can compete with France in elegance, delicacy and taste, although the flowers are generally made after the French models. It is a curious fact, says a complacent Frenchman, that women who in France were highly esteemed for their taste in the manufacturing and arranging of flowers lose all their ingenuity when, as not infrequently happens, they go aboard to pursue their calling.

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Chicago News. A bailiff of the criminal court led a tall young man over the iron 1 ridge from the jail yesterday afternoon to the prisoners' bench in Judge Gardner's court room. A pretty young girl in a black dress and a red hood came and sat down by the side of the tall young man and whispered to him for a few minutes. Then the bailiff conducted them to Judge Gardner's private office. They told the judge that they had come to get married. The girl displayed a marriage license authorizing Ida Saltmarsh, aged 18, to become the wife of William Cooley, aged 28. The wouldbe bridegroom said he was a prisoner waiting trial on a charge of robbery. The girl said she would marry Cooley even though she was sure he would not get out of prison for twenty years. After satisfying himself that he was not removing a witness in the coming trial out of the state's reach, Judge Gardner performed the wedding ceremony for the couple. They were the first persons he had ever joined in marriage. The newly-made wife kissed her husband and departed with the marriage certificate rolled up In her hand. The bridegroom was taken back to jail.

The Rosnbnd Garden of Girls. Merchant Traveler. The young ladies were looking at a fine bouquet, and they began to choose which they would rather be. "A rose is my choice," said a queenly girl, "for I'd like to^be elegantly beautiful like arose "I'd rather be a lily," said a gentle girl, "for of all flowers the lily is the fairest and purest." "Oh, pshaw," said the flirt, "I'd rather be a tuberose, for the gentlemen all love to wear them near their hearts." "I'd be a pink," remarked a meek girl, "because pinks are so meek and modest." "Shoot it!" finally sung out the gayest in the crowd, knocking her hat down over her eye saucily "you can be anything you please, but I'm a daisy, I am, and don't you forget it."

The Princess ol' Wales and the Fashions. It is a mistake to suppose that the Princess of Wales is the leader of fashion in London. Were she so, crinolettes, high shoulders, and inordinately high heels would never have been seen, nor loud combinations of color and elaborate bead gear. The princess is celebrated for being always dressed in quiet and perfect taste. She goes in for a rather severe style of tailor-made garments just now. Of course she is imitated. If she appears in a gray or pink bat, many are the gray and pink heads to be seen but for one who will follow the princess' quiet, lady-like style, twenty will follow the lead of some eccentric, original, or celebrated actress.

Mortality in a New England TownDr. Sweet gives the mortality of Newport, N. H., for 1883 at 115 per 1,000 inhabitants, a very low rate- The remarkable features in his record are, however, the small number of deaths among young persons, and the fact that those who passed the age of 50 had an average life of 76 years. Of the thirty who died, fourteen had passed or nearly reached their 80tb year, their average longevity being 84 years and months. The number attending school was 529. Among these no death occurred during the year, and but one child died who was under the school age. 8uch figures bring very forcibly to mind the fact that to keep down the mortality bills we must look carefully to the health of children.

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Her VVn'.rtiin Cake.

Philadelphia Call. Arabella—How kind it was (,t you to print such a nice notice of my wedding. I told you, didn't I, that I nude my wedding cake myself

Editor—Yes but it was unnecessary. I knew at once that it was made by your fair hands.

Arabella—Then the piece I sent you arrived safely. Did you take it home and dream over it?

Editor—Well, no. You see, 1 need it in my office. Arabella.—Why, what for?

Editor.—It makes a lovely paper ^,1weight.

Gat Breeding.

Cat breeding is being taken up tively in England, not only for the comfortable cloak linings its ftir affords, but as an article of flood, the fecundity, quick growth, and really palatable properties of our familiar:. hearth-rug friend pointing out a staple resource. The remembrance of this and the present activity in the cat market are suggestive. It has long been suspected that among the millions $ of rabbits imported from Ostend, a few stray ones have known in their time how to m-ike night hideous.

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